[Comprehensive] The Adventures of the Hidden Prince

Never before, Master Xuan and Nie Xiaolou felt that the road leading to Wa Palace was so far away.

When Master Xuan took Nie Xiaolou all the way to escape from the area involved in the war, the cyan fairy dress embroidered with water patterns on her body was already stained with dust.Nie Xiaolou's headband holding her long hair had fallen somewhere, at this moment she wiped her face and let the three thousand strands of black hair spread out.

It has been a long time since Taoist ancestor brought them back from beyond the sky.The siege and interception along the way forced them quite hard.

There were no powerful desolate beasts or monsters on the way, but no matter how powerful Xuanshi and Nie Xiaolou were, they couldn't beat the constant pursuit.

A sword cut open the desolate beast in front of him, and Master Xuan had a serious expression on his face.

"Xiaolou, get out of the way!"

Nie Xiaolou held on to an ancient tree to adjust his breathing, and when he heard Xuanshi's terrified cry, the white silk in his hand turned into six rays of light, and rushed back fiercely.

With the aftermath of the sun's rays, Nie Xiaolou rolled around on the ground, narrowly avoiding the attack of the demon behind him.

"Du Yao!"

Nie Xiaolou gritted his teeth and watched the colorful giant beast appearing in front of him, the vigilance in his eyes became more and more intense.

"It's this thing again."

Master Xuan stabbed with his sword, cut off the giant beast's tentacles, pulled Nie Xiaolou and ran away.

Xuanshi's character has always been more stable than Nie Xiaolou's. At this moment, she still has room to wonder if this is the life and death calamity that Xi Huang mentioned back then.

This is really, really embarrassing.

"Sister Xuan!"

A childish voice tinged with fear sounded, Master Xuan turned his head, and saw a familiar little figure among the desolate beasts.

The young demon didn't seem to know why he was thrown here, and the monsters around him looked at him like they were rations.The cub held his head and tried to hold back his tears, but broke down and shouted when he saw a familiar figure.

The demon cub, which was so frightened that it couldn't maintain its human form, even leaked the horns from its head, and huddled among the wild beasts, staring helplessly at Xuan Shi and Nie Xiaolou who had stopped.

If it weren't for the magic weapon on his body to defend himself, I'm afraid the cub would have been eaten by monsters long ago.

"Xunfeng?"

It was Nie Xiaolou who made the first move. Although she didn't understand why Houtu's child would be thrown here, but in view of the time spent with the cubs and the faint love of the same clan, Nie Xiaolou still called out the law of life. The weapon was made of silk, pulling the trembling cub out from between the desolate beast and the demon.

After falling into Nie Xiaolou's arms, the demon cub immediately hugged Nie Xiaolou and buried his head on the witch's shoulder.

Nie Xiaolou didn't bother to coax him. The wild beasts behind were obviously agitated because the cubs were taken away unexpectedly, and started to attack them again.

Master Xuan pushed Nie Xiaolou to run forward, and he was in charge of breaking the back.

When they stopped, they had already reached Mount Buzhou.

Here, it is precisely a key point where the catastrophe erupts.

Neither Master Xuan nor Nie Xiaolou knew what was going to happen here.

Now they just found a remote place with great care as a temporary shelter.

After getting a breath, the two sisters couldn't help but wry smiles when they saw each other's embarrassment.

Really, how long have they not experienced such a thing.

"Xuanxuan, tell me, what's going on here?"

"Xiaolou... Actually, you know it."

Nie Xiaolou was silent, and on his charming face, he knew everything clearly.She tore off the cub that was still lying on her body, put it in front of her, and asked:

"Why are you there? Where are your parents?"

As soon as the words fell, Nie Xiaolou bit his lip involuntarily when he remembered that Hou Tu had already turned into reincarnation.

Xunfeng, the cub, sobbed: "Mother went to the red water, father, father is gone... Brother Changqin asked me to stay with him. I went to find my mother, and I went with him, but they lied to me..."

Master Xuan sat over, rubbed Xunfeng's head, and sighed.

It's easy to guess what happened next. It's nothing more than that the witch clan can't understand Xunfeng, a child of mixed blood between the demon clan and the witch clan. now, isn't it?

As for the prince Changqin who is also of mixed blood?I'm afraid they haven't had the courage to openly target the high-end combat power of the Wu Clan, so they can only attack the immature Xunfeng.

"Don't cry anymore, we..."

Before Master Xuan finished speaking, there was a loud noise outside, and then the ground shook, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse.

Nie Xiaolou immediately picked up Xunfeng, and together with Master Xuan rushed out of the cave where he hid earlier.

After coming out, it was a scene that made their souls tremble.

Buzhou Mountain, the pillar supporting the sky and the earth, collapsed.

For some reason, Gong Gong knocked down Buzhou Mountain in a rage.

The mountain rocks cracked and fell, the surrounding fields shook, and there was a howl of wind and snow. It was the wind and snow that had accumulated on the top of Buzhou Mountain for countless epochs. They scattered and scattered in the rivers and rivers around Buzhou Mountain.

To devour all living things.

But at this time, something that frightened her even more happened.

There is the sound of a piano, coming from outside the sky.

The sound of the zither sounded like weeping, grief and indignation, and a long cry, with the power of the Great Dao contained in it.

The sky is dark.

The stars turned upside down, the lunar star and the sun star lost their traces, and Qingming gradually collapsed——

It's Fenglai's fifty strings playing in unison.

When the world collapsed, Master Xuan and Nie Xiaolou calmed down.

Somehow, she sensed that their lives were doomed today.

Since they were born, they have been dependent on each other in the chaos. Later, the Great God Pan Gu opened up the world, and all three thousand demon gods died, and they were the only ones, because they were too weak, wandering in the outer space as if they were forgotten.

And that day Xuanshi was seriously injured to protect Nie Xiaolou, Nie Xiaolou thought, if Xuanshi went like this, she should go with her.

They are always going to be together.

After exhausting all methods, Nie Xiaolou couldn't save Master Xuan. When all thoughts were lost, a noble figure in purple robe suddenly appeared from outside the sky.

The Dao ancestor of Honghuang brought them back to Zixiao Palace.

Everything that followed was like a dream. They had a place to stay, and they would no longer be regarded as rations by the monsters outside the sky.

Nie Xiaolou and Master Xuan looked at each other, and they both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

"I seem to remember that my brother is actually a human race."

Xuan Shi stood on a high place, his eyes shined through the fallen mountains, and his tone was light.

"That's it."

Nie Xiaolou knocked Xunfeng unconscious, and Xiao Ling turned into the most solid barrier to firmly protect the unlucky child.

The long sword in Master Xuan's hand turned into drizzle for no reason, and fell softly into the flood that gushed out from the break of Buzhou Mountain.

The cyan and purple auras were intertwined, and the flood that was supposed to swallow all the wild spirits showed signs of stagnation.

The mercury mirror reflected the moonlight on the master's waist.

The sound of the piano stopped at this moment, and the world stopped and collapsed.

However, the mountain collapsed in Buzhou, the pillars of the sky were broken, and the earth was cut off. This small world was completely separated from the prehistoric and shattered into a small piece of land outside the sky.

The flood receded, and the mercury mirror, which had lost all aura, separated from its owner and landed on this small piece of land beyond the wild.

The Biluo sword was stabbed obliquely. On the ground, the only remaining spiritual light gathered around Xiaoling, and their master had disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in plain white long clothes drifted over, but only saw the white long silk and the blue long sword cuddling together.

"It's still too late..."

Fuxi stepped forward, took back the accompanying magical artifacts of the two sisters, and held the cub in one hand, with a deep expression on his face.

Suddenly, Fuxi's eyes lit up.

On the long sword and the white silk, there are two familiar auras attached, although they are faint, they still exist.

"I just said, with Zhaoming's habit, it's impossible not to leave something for them to defend themselves."

Fuxi's spiritual consciousness swept around, but he did not find the magic weapon to prevent their death, so he gave up.

Picking up the unlucky child who had fainted, Fuxi said: "You are unlucky enough. Master Xuan and Xiaolou saved you, so you have to pay back the cause and effect no matter how you look for it."

After finishing speaking, he carefully put away the magic weapon, and took Xunfeng to run to the six paths of reincarnation.

If the calculation is correct, Zhaoming should be there at this time.

After Li Jiancheng and Fuxi separated, he felt something was wrong.

Fuxi brought back the princes and gentlemen of their family in time, but there was a problem with the prince of the Wu clan here.

Li Jiancheng had never seen Prince Changqin's indifferent eyes. In his eyes, all creatures were just ants.

That was not the look that Changqin he knew would have.

So high above, sitting on the clouds and looking at the indifference of the world with cold eyes, it's more like...

What is it like?Li Jiancheng's memory was vaguely blocked by something.

It was like the look he had seen in Hongjun's eyes countless epochs ago.

That's heaven.

The fifty strings of the Fenglaiqin were plucked one by one in the hands of the young man in white.

Li Jiancheng leaned on his sword and half-kneeled on the battlefield, looking up at the expressionless god.

Surrounded by members of the Lich clan who had fled in a hurry, it was ridiculous. The two clans had feuded for many years, but they finally made the same choice on the battlefield.

Maybe they finally know that the people of the tribe are the most important, and only by surviving can they have a future?

Hongjun calculated Tiandao, but Tiandao bypassed the Taoist ancestor and directly set his target on Prince Changqin.

After all, Changqin, the prince of the Wu Clan, was born "following the way of heaven"!

Hongjun, have you ever thought of this?

Li Jiancheng wanted to laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and finally gave up.

He knew that Hongjun must be bound by the law, an existence like him, unless the world changed drastically, he would not be able to make a move easily.

Otherwise, there are many things, as long as Hongjun does it himself, what can't be solved?

But he couldn't really appear in the prehistoric world.

And the way of heaven is obviously determined to be broken.

This can't be done.

Li Jiancheng noticed the sea of ​​blood not far away, and had already begun to riot.

At this time, Feng Lai played the No.12 string.

Li Jiancheng saw a stream of red light fall into the sea of ​​blood, and knew that the spirit beads had arrived.

With the spirit beads, there would be no major problems on the other side of the sea of ​​blood.

In his soul, the inexplicable exhaustion that came from the sound of Feng Laiqin was welling up one after another. Li Jiancheng stood up holding his sword, and faced the direction of "Prince Changqin".

I really didn't expect that one day, I would actually hold a sword against Changqin.

The sound of Feng Laiqin touched the sea of ​​blood, Changqin should be kept away.

And, before the fifty strings are played in unison, he must be stopped!

A golden light and shadow emerged from the battlefield, and the two Liches who had fled to the distance saw it from afar, their faces horrified.

The sound of the piano and the light of the sword collided with each other, and there seemed to be a low mournful sound from the sky and the earth, ringing around their ears.

What was once the closest friend is now the estranged enemy.

No one holds back from anyone.

The manipulative stringer's eyes shed blood and tears unconsciously, and the owner of the two swords was silently sad.

The heart of the piano and the soul of the sword are in vain.