This time it was Feng Yan's turn, a little surprised, "Does Your Highness not plan to keep anyone here to guard?"

"What's the use of guarding?" the young man looked at Feng Yan, "If it really reaches the point where the young master sacrifices his life and you retreat in the face of trouble, what can I do to force you to end up?"

As he said that, his eyes glanced towards Wei Xingzhen.

"Not to mention that there is such a big monster around you... Even if I keep anyone, it will only increase casualties by then."

The boy looked at the vast forest under the city.

"Tonight, the entire Luoyang can fall outside the Heavenly Dao Curse Seal and only two places in the east and west city towers. Please keep an eye on it all the way. If everything goes well, then let Ji Zhen take you away when Gushu is destroyed."

"Report—"

As the boy finished speaking, another messenger ran over quickly in the distance.

"Your Highness! Your Majesty has not left the city together! Now he is still staying in Taichu Palace with more than a dozen ministers!"

The messenger's voice was excited and anxious, but neither the boy nor Feng Yan seemed to be surprised by it.

"Have you sent someone in to see it?" the boy asked.

"The palace gate is closed tightly and cannot be pushed open from outside no matter what. Many Taohua Guards have tried it, but they still can't break in-"

"Then let them evacuate quickly." The young man replied.

The messenger was stunned, "What..."

"There are hundreds of thousands of people outside the city, and it is time to need manpower. There is still a tough battle after the Mid-Shi, so they can return to their own positions and wait for their lives."

The messenger finally came to his senses and quickly took the order and left.

Feng Yan looked at the man's departure back, then withdrew her gaze and looked at the boy again, "Do you have anything else to explain?"

"No more." The boy replied, looking at Feng Yan, "I said I would try my best to avoid the worst happenings. This is not a false statement."

Feng Yan stopped talking and just whispered, "Then I hope everything goes well tonight."

The boy looked elsewhere with a complicated expression, "I hope so."

After saying that, he left, leaving Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen standing alone on the city tower.

Sun Youwei's Taichu Palace cannot be seen here, but Feng Yan still looks at the layers of palace walls and glazed tiles in the distance. The palace, which was brightly lit at night, was only a gloomy outline and no vitality left.

"What are you thinking?" Wei Xingzhen asked.

Feng Yan looked into the distance, "I just remembered that when I saw Your Majesty last time, she said something." She turned around, "Your Majesty said that if she was a squirting man, she would never forgive me."

...

The voices outside the Taichu Palace gradually faded.

There was no light in the hall, and the sides were dim. Sun Youwei slowly walked down from the imperial throne.

On both sides of the road she walked, more than a dozen corpses were lying down from side to side, and their way of death was exactly the same as that of King Jin seven days ago.

After the pillars of the Taichu Palace, sixteen banished masters stood in the dark like stone statues.

"The time should be almost done." The old man's voice was still calm and majestic, "You guys, let's disperse too."

No one in the ban on the teacher was moved.

Sun Youwei looked back at them and smiled.

"I have a reason for me to leave, why are you doing it?"

No one answered.

Sun Youwei no longer paid attention to the people behind her, and she pushed open the door of Taichu Palace alone.

The long wind in the dark night instantly filled her wide robe, and the sea of ​​clouds surging from the sky.

In the thundering night sky, a deep shadow was racing towards Luoyang - every step she approached, the earth shook.

Sun Youwei looked at the shadows in the distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up in the wind.

Her eyes were both fear and hope, both hostility and vigilance, and curiosity.

"bring it on……"

The old man's voice trembled with excitement.

"Ao Cum——"

"Let me see... what is your true face!"

...

"What are you doing! It's too late if you don't leave now!" Feng Yishu jumped up in the city tower, "Why have to wait for that high prince? He might have been--"

"Stop talking, Goro," Erro said in a deep voice, "If you stay here, there will be no problem."

"When is it now?" Feng Yishu asked.

Saburo stood up and looked out, then replied, "It's three o'clock in the hour of Hai."

Ji Ran couldn't sit still, and walked under the stone eaves. His gaze accidentally swept across the crowd nearby. Suddenly, he noticed something strange and looked back quickly.

"Where is Zhu Xiang?"

Ji Ran asked, attracting everyone's attention.

The old lady who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the house smiled and said, "I just remembered something and asked her to leave first."

Everyone was shocked - no one expected that someone could sneak out like this under everyone's noses.

"What's the matter?" Erlang said coldly.

Feng Yishu's voice suddenly rose, "Why did you let her go out alone at this time?"

"It's not a big deal." The old man's voice was trembling unique to the aged man. She smiled and turned to Feng Yishu, "Young man, don't worry too much. Zhu Xiang and I are not your family. Whether we go or stay, it will not affect your prophecy."

At this time, Li's face looked like paper, and he could no longer say a word, but just held Feng Yuandao's hand tightly.

People waited in silence, and each moment became extremely long until the entire city tower suddenly shook violently.

A shrill long hiss came from everyone's zenith, like a huge wind swept across the valley. Everyone thought they were in the dark night, but until they were in the huge shadow at this moment, everyone felt the real darkness.

The human-shaped dark stone mountain stopped in the north of Luoyang City. Her golden admonitions flashed brightly in the dark night, like gold-burned patterns. There was a thrilling beauty in this extremely dangerous and hideous face.

Huge stones kept sliding down from her body, raising the earth-shaking dust on the ground, and the majestic black demon fog instantly dispersed, submerging the entire barrier covering Luoyang.

In the face of such a giant, all scenery becomes small, and all love and hate becomes insignificant.

Everyone—even those who were already prepared—was shocked by this scene at this moment, until they saw the stone man shining with golden light raised her right hand high and smashed into the barrier as thin as a cicada wing above Luoyang City.

With a sound of glass breaking, thousands of silver-white light began to disintegrate and evaporate.

The sound of rain outside the sky suddenly became harsh, and the screams of the crowd came from the south of the city, but it was not because of the heavy rain that fell again, but the dark demon fog that had been blocked from the barrier, which rushed to all the creatures on the ground in an instant.

Mid-hour is here.

The blood rain in the sky finally declined.

Du Xuanfeng immediately supported the window and looked into the distance - countless light marks emerged in the demon fog in the south, which were the monks who were wielding their swords and drawing their swords against the monsters.

"What the hell are we doing here!" Du Xuanfeng turned around and looked at Erlang, "Will you not go to the front to support this time, hide behind and watch the show?"

"You made the mistake of the Heavenly Master..." Erlang looked at Guzhe in the north, "This is the front."

"What does it mean..." Ji Ran asked.

Before Erlang could answer, everyone had heard footsteps coming from nearby. The young man in white appeared in everyone's sight again with his guards. He quickly walked under the stone eaves where everyone was.

Erlang quickly stepped forward, "Your Highness, we--"

The young man waved his hand and saw Erlang's expression on the side who wanted to speak but stopped, his eyes swept over everyone here very quickly, and soon understood what was going on.

"Forget it," the boy took a deep breath, "Wait a little longer."

Feng Yishu was puzzled, "What else do you want us to wait here-"

Before he could finish his words, a violent tremor came from the ground again, and everyone was a little unsteady for a moment.

In the distance, Guzhao's foot had already stepped into Luoyang.

The fierce battle for several days has depleted her strength, but when her feet stepped on the ground, the thick roots of the banyan tree were still suddenly crushed and broken, and the sap filled with Fuxi's blood suddenly splattered.

Countless bloodstains that splashed into the air suddenly wrapped around Guzhai's feet like blood vines, turning into ropes as strong as steel wires. Once wrapped, they were pinched into the flesh and blood made of stones, as if they were about to break her feet.

Guzhe leaned over, she grabbed the branches of a banyan tree, easily uprooted it, and threw it hard towards the sky.

Standing on the edge of Luoyang, she let out a long scream towards the sky.

Every vibration on the ground and every roar of the guzpa will cause a tide like a rush in the south.

Du Xuanfeng felt a little distressed when he heard this. All the lanterns in the city tower were extinguished. In the darkness, he saw that every step of Guzhao was clearly facing the south. He clenched his fists and looked into the distance in the wind.

Those demonic fogs filled with monsters continued to emerge from the dust rings around her, like rivers falling from the sky rushing towards the south of the city.

A contour of a curse shining like mercury appeared in the sky. It was almost as huge as Luoyang on the ground. It was just in the dark clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like the shadow of the moon in the water, hazy and chaotic.

"It's certainly not enough." The young man murmured.

When Du Kangfeng heard this, he immediately asked loudly, "What are you saying enough?"
To be continued...