Empress True Colors

Ouch, what is the word?

Jing Hengbo puffed up his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the itching in his palms. The assassin was about to stab out with a sword, but when he saw her constipated expression, he couldn't help being startled.

Jing Hengbo raised his head, changed into a flowery smile, and said, "Wait a minute, hero, can we make a deal."

"It's useless to delay," the assassin said indifferently, "No one can save you."

"Don't you want to know the secret of Gong Yin's martial arts?" Jing Hengbo gave him a wink, "Don't you want to know the mystery of Prajna Snow?"

Almost immediately, the eyes of the mysterious ghost, the assassin who seemed to have no human emotions, burst into light.

Not surprisingly, Jing Hengbo curled his lips—anyone who is abnormal and has high martial arts skills must be very interested in other people's mysterious martial arts. This is the indelible truth told to her by thousands of martial arts novels.

A gleam of appreciation flashed in Gong Yin's eyes—this conversation is simple to say, but one sentence can accurately hit a person's deepest desire, which is almost a godsend ability.

The assassin's sword stopped.

Jing Hengbo's mind was running fast, half of his mind was dealing with the assassin, and half of his mind was trying to figure out the words in his palm.

...swords...with swords...move...

What the **** do you mean!

Her mind was spinning quickly, and seeing the assassin's suspicious expression, she hurriedly said: "I don't care if you want to kill Gong Yin or not, as long as you give me a way out, Gong Yin can give it to you, and even the secret of his martial arts training can be given to you .”

"How do you know?" The man in black sneered, "I can press him myself."

"Do you think you can force me to ask?" Jing Hengbo smiled, "As for how I would know, I have a reason to know that I can appear in this hall."

The assassin was silent, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to think that what she said made sense.

He knew that it was impossible for the guards to enter the hall. At this moment, one of the two of them had not recovered and the other had no martial arts. They were all under his control, so he was not anxious. He looked at Jing Hengbo seriously and said, "You just tried your best to save him. , sell him now? Do you think I will believe you?"

"Didn't I think he could save me?" Jing Hengbo patted Gong Yin's face, "But now I can't protect myself, no one's life is as important as my own, right?"

As soon as the assassin raised his hand, the tip of the sword pressed towards her throat.

"Then tell me, where is his Prajna Xue's secret? You talk nonsense, I can stab you to death with a single finger, and Gong Yin can't save you."

Jing Hengbo looked calm, "Of course it's in the hall."

"Nonsense, how could such an important secret be placed here?"

"Where would you put it if you don't put it here? Is there anything safer than this place?" Jing Hengbo immediately retorted, "If you hadn't sacrificed the dead and saw the password on the door and guessed it, would you have been able to enter here?"

The assassin remained silent, knowing that this was indeed the case. The password on Gong Yin's door is changed from time to time, and this alone has stopped countless assassins in their footsteps.

"Bring it!" The assassin spread out his slender, bloodless palm.

"Can't get it out." Jing Hengbo shook his head mysteriously, "The secret is in the hall, it's everywhere, haven't you discovered it yet?"

She was talking nonsense, but she didn't notice. Gong Yin, who had been keeping her eyes closed all the time, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her in surprise.

The assassin's face was hidden in a cloud of thick and thin smoke, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, but his tone could be shaken, "In the palace?"

This hall looks really different, quite mysterious.

Jing Hengbo suddenly felt Gong Yin write in her palm: "Let... use the sword."

I didn't feel the word in the middle, it was probably the word "he".

"Look at the roof of the hall, and the screen behind it." She immediately said, "Don't you think that big white stone is a bit strange?"

Gong Yin looked at her again in surprise.

The assassin turned his gaze away, and seemed to agree, "Hmm."

"I can guarantee that the key to Gong Yin's practice lies in those two places." Jing Hengbo said, "If you don't believe me, try using your sword and see what happens?"

The assassin sneered, of course he didn't take her suggestion - he shot the sword, how could he hold the two in front of him hostage?

He just raised his hand, and the dagger behind Jing Hengbo's waist flew out, hitting the white stone on the top of the hall.

The dagger was given to Jing Hengbo by Gong Yin. Jing Hengbo always carried it for self-defense. The very sharp dagger hit the white stone with a ding, and the stone didn't even shoot a spark, but a wisp of cold white smoke suddenly escaped.

The air seemed to be a little bit cooler suddenly.

"That's it!" Jing Hengbo yelled, "That's it, it's the key to Gong Yin's practice! It's the essence of pure qi that belongs to Prajna Snow, hey! Go **** it, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"What if it's poisonous!" The assassin's tone was both excited and worried.

"You're stupid, haven't you noticed that this hall is full of smoke? It's different from ordinary smoke, it feels very clean and bright, how could it be poisonous smoke? If it was poisonous smoke, the three of us would have died together OK, okay!"

The assassin was still hesitating, it was a pity that Jing Hengbo yelled as the smoke faded, finally Gong Yin couldn't take it anymore, and said angrily, "Shut up."

Jing Hengbo sneered, and said: "Great Master, have you been selected? Are you in a hurry?" Turning his head to the assassin, he said, "Don't think that this thing has everything, I think there is a time limit, I came in earlier, and I only Saw three such puffs of smoke appear."

The assassin's eyes flickered, quite emotionally. Immediately, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Jing Hengbo immediately said: "You want to cross the river and demolish the bridge and kill me before you inhale your true energy? I advise you to keep your promise. There is more than one secret in this hall."

The assassin hesitated slightly, and pointed his sword at Gong Yin.

"I have no objection to you killing him." Jing Hengbo smiled, "I'm just a little worried, afraid that there will be another trick in this palace. Keep him, and maybe he can save lives if necessary, right?"

The assassin was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out a piece of rope from his bosom, and tied them up.

"The national teacher is well-informed, and he should know that it is made of the skin of the fire snake in the fire swamp." He said, "The fire snake has two effects, one of which is that it will burn and generate heat when it is counterattacked by internal force, like a fire whip. , the pain is severe, and the bones are broken. If the national teacher does not want to be burned by the fire whip, it is better not to act rashly."

"Oh," Jing Hengbo protested, "Don't tie me face to face with him like this, I will feel that I am being taken advantage of by him."

The assassin smiled lewdly, and said: "You two are also considered golden boys and girls, so I will fulfill your romantic relationship. How about it as compensation for killing you?" Hengbo sat in Gong Yin's arms, this posture was really ecstasy, a certain figure was so proud that even the tip of Gong Yin's nose was tightly held against him, unable to move.

No matter how bold Jing Hengbo was, he couldn't help but couldn't help it at this time, a blush flew up on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Let go, let go..." Gong Yin didn't even dare to move, didn't dare to move. Unable to bear it, his breath was filled with her softness and breath, he simply closed his eyes, but the side of his ears gradually turned red.

The assassin laughed, his tone was a little jealous and excited, and said: "I heard that the national teacher is like ice and snow, never emotional. This is not good, the number one man in the wild, do you plan to never get close to women for the rest of your life? Gong Yin, today I am I will fulfill you, let you taste the pain and ecstasy, you have gone to hell, remember to thank me."

Jing Hengbo blushed and inhaled desperately, wanting to get out of the way, but when he heard this vaguely, he felt something was wrong, what does it mean not to be emotional? And why is this guy talking so ambiguously? Isn't it just bundled together? What else can I do when I untie it...

After tying them up, the assassin seemed to be relieved at last, and after a hey smile, he jumped to the top of the hall.

"Hey, what should we do next?" Jing Hengbo asked Gong Yin in a low voice.

She turned her back to the assassin now and couldn't see him moving. In any case, the assassin had to be killed on the way to the top of the temple, otherwise he would really kill them when he came back from the breath.

Gong Yin remained silent, and moved her body slightly, as if intending to move her to face the assassin.

The problem is that the two are tied too tightly. The assassin is afraid that Jing Hengbo's hands will be free, so he will hit him with an object of real energy, and bind Jing Hengbo until he can't move his fingers. Now, relying on the strength of Gong Yin's legs, he trembles slowly. Shivering and friction, Gong Yin's nose was blocked several times, and he was almost suffocated due to nervous stimulation. Jing Hengbo tried his best to shrink his body, turned his face to the side and dared not look at it. For the first time, he felt resentful about his size, and secretly wanted to get out of it. From now on, he should know her CUP...

It was so easy to straighten, Gong Yin was sweating all over, Jing Hengbo was sweating all over...

This time she saw the assassin, lying on the roof of the temple, but the smoke couldn't come out this time.

Jing Hengbo laughed loudly.

"Darling, you can't bear a child and you can't be a wolf," she said, "Don't you think that it takes a weapon to hit Baishi to cause stress and smoke? Can't you take your precious sword and shoot it like that? "

Gong Yin's lips curved slightly.

Jing Hengbo's cleverness really only shines in desperate situations, and she is usually too lazy. But it is precisely because of this that she laughs freely and scheming in desperation, which is particularly amazing.

The assassin hesitated for a moment, thinking about the function of the dagger earlier, he had to admit that Jing Hengbo's words made sense, so he floated down to the top of the hall, first glanced at the two people who were **** immobilized, and after confirming that nothing happened, he pointed his sword at the top of the hall. shoot out.

"Ding." With a crisp sound, the sword hit Baishi.

Jing Hengbo narrowed his eyes, the next thing is to see Gong Dashen's calculations, she doesn't know what will happen, but since Gong Yin asked her to do this, she believes that he will succeed.

The black rapier hit Baishi, and with a crisp sound, Baishi seemed to be shocked, and then a puff of jade-colored smoke slowly overflowed.

"It's done." Jing Hengbo cheered more excitedly than the assassin.

The assassin was also affected by her emotions, his eyes flashed, he flew up, and rushed towards the smoke that made people feel particularly comfortable when he smelled it.

He finally succeeded and was so excited that he didn't notice that after the black sword hit the white stone, it didn't fall immediately.

In the hazy light, the fine white silk that was stained on the sword when it chased Gong Yin before, met the overflowing smoke, and suddenly expanded rapidly, binding the sword tightly, hanging in the air, and even seemed to have two hands in the air. With ordinary force, he entangled the hilt of the sword, and suddenly retracted it inward!

At this time, the assassin had arrived, his vision was affected by the smoke, and he greedily sucked the escaping qi from Baishi while drawing his sword.

The smoke was sucked in, shaking slightly, the white silk on the black sword suddenly trembled, and flicked outward vigorously!

The sword light shoots at the assassin's chest!

The assassin was startled, a kite turned over in mid-air, the tip of the sword brushed against the tip of his nose, bringing up a smear of blood.

Under the influence of the smoke from the white stone, the fine white silk flocks attached to the sword turned out to be like a controllable elastic network, capable of controlling the sword's momentum!

The assassin was shocked, with his toes on the top of the hall, he jumped up, and wanted to regain control of the black sword, but the hair suddenly retracted as if consciously, and in the next instant, he slashed straight from top to bottom like lightning!

He actually repeated the assassin's action of assassinating Gong Yin just now!

The assassin was so frightened that he wanted to retreat in mid-air, but the smoke suddenly sank, and the aura around him froze.

He falls.

Just in an instant.

Gong Yin shouted: "Dagger!"

Jing Hengbo reacted almost at the same time, his eyes lit up.

Her dagger, which was shot by the assassin before and landed on the ground after testing Baishi, fell towards the assassin and flew across the sky quickly!

"boom."

The assassin landed on his chest.

"puff."

On his chest was the insidious dagger that Jing Hengbo was waiting there for.

"ah!"

With a scream, blood spilled out, and the assassin struggled to get up.

"Ding."

The black sword chased down, pierced his back, and nailed him to the ground. The tip of the black sword collided with the dagger that had been inserted into the assassin's chest before, piercing him.

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"You...you...too..."

Too cunning? too bad? Or are you saying that you are too sorry?

After all, the assassin couldn't finish his sentence, and there was a rattling sound in his throat, his eyes slowly protruded, and his hands moved slowly behind his back, as if he couldn't understand until death that he had completely grasped the advantage, why he suddenly fell into a dead end.

The blood-stained hand fell down before it could reach the back.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, Jing Hengbo and Gong Yin let out a long breath at the same time.

Today is a desperate situation, the extremely safe hall has become a jeopardy that hinders the rescue, Gong Yin can't move, Jing Hengbo has no combat power, and the assassin on the other side is a real master, no matter how you look at it, it is a dead end.

Fortunately, they still have wisdom.

Two wise men teamed up, Gong Yin seduced each other with himself, stained the assassin's weapon with the secret silk beside his bed, Jing Hengbo grasped the master's pursuit of martial arts, bargained, disturbed the assassin's killing intention, and tricked him into spying Baishi on the top of the hall, and then tricked him into shooting his own dagger as the next weapon. When the assassin rushed to the top of the temple, he was already walking towards death.

When Tiansi met the Prajna snow zhenqi contained in the white stone, it would have the power of stretching and contracting, forcing the assassin off the top of the hall, and meeting the dagger that Jing Hengbo mobilized quickly with his mind at that moment.

The interlocking bureaus, the quiet mechanism where temptation and crisis coexist, without a researched plan, it is impossible to see through it. It depends not only on the wisdom of the two, but also on the tacit understanding between them, the trust without explanation, and the seamless and exquisite cooperation without too many words.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly they were at a loss again. It seems that after this joint effort to defend against the enemy, some atmospheres have changed, and some moods have changed.

The hall seemed very quiet for a while, and each of them breathed a little absent-mindedly. When the external crisis was lifted, the physical crisis erupted like a fire. Both of them felt the burning heat of each other's body, the shortness of breath, and the sweetness of each other's breath. . This kind of contact without distance seems to rub the other person's skin into his arms, so that the sense of touch is extremely sensitive, like a string trembling and tense, and it will break if it is pulled a little.

Jing Hengbo blushed furiously, and struggled tentatively, and immediately felt that the fiery red rope seemed to be strung into her skin, like a barbed fire whip, and the fine and sharp pain was burning in her heart, and she almost screamed with an "ahhh".

"Don't move!" Gong Yin stopped at the same time.

Shouting a step too late, Jing Hengbo's anger had already been greatly reduced, and she clearly felt that after struggling, the rope seemed to be tighter again, so she hissed and said, "Why is this **** rope so tight?" It hurts, how do you untie it like this?" Suddenly remembering what the assassin said before he died, he thumped in his heart and said, "Gong Yin, we won't be unable to untie this rope, right? The guy's tone seemed to want us to be strangled to death Woolen cloth."

Gong Yin kept silent, and moved his palm to block her tight arm. Jing Hengbo clearly saw that the three ropes immediately wrapped around the back of his hand as if alive, leaving three lines on the back of his hand. Like scars from fire.

She was taken aback, feeling hot in her heart. He wanted to thank, but he didn't know how to say it, but he had already turned his eyes away, his expression was still, he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't feel any difference in doing so.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, sullen people have their own cuteness.

Gong Yin was moving slowly, putting his arm into the rope, trying to avoid her from being touched by the rope, so that he opened his arms to hug her, and she had to put her face on his chest, hearing "Bang, bang, Bang." The steady heartbeat.

Jing Hengbo was a little resentful: At this time, his heart is beating as usual? It hurt her self-esteem too much.

But right away she realized something was wrong, not because her heartbeat was normal, but because her heartbeat was too slow, she counted carefully, and it was less than sixty times a minute.

What is it called? Could it be that his agitation and nervousness are different from ordinary people's reactions?

Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, it feels very calm and solid, like a mountain towering in the distance, always sheltering herself from the wind and rain, Jing Hengbo is in peace at this moment, if it is not that the rope on her back is not getting tighter and more painful, she I don't even mind being **** like this for a day and a night.

Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh, does she have any enmity with Gong Yin and Rope? Last time it was a net, what kind of fire snake rope this time, is it really good to always tie them together so tightly?

Then she knew it was really bad.

The fiery feeling became more and more obvious, and the pain became more and more acute. She was so unbearable, let alone Gong Yin who resisted most of the ropes?

Jing Hengbo moved his mind, took the black sword stuck on the assassin's back, and tried to cut the rope, but almost cut Gong Yin's skin, but failed to cut the rope.

She had no choice but to rely on Gong Yin. In the hazy light, Gong Yin's face was slightly red, but his expression seemed to be hesitant.

Jing Hengbo didn't believe that there was nothing he could do, but at the moment he seemed to be thinking about what made him difficult?

Before asking, Gong Yin has already said: "You find a way to get a candlestick."

Jing Hengbo manipulated a bronze candlestick closest to him.

Gong Yin turned his head slightly and exhaled at Hei Jian.

The air was white air, thick and solid, and there was a bang when it hit the black sword, and the black sword flew up in response to the sound, and flew past the candlestick, bringing a stream of sparks and nailing it into the wall in front of it.

"quick!"

Jing Hengbo swiped at the candlestick, the wick touched the spark, and the flame lit up with a click. Jing Hengbo had time to praise: "Handsome!"

In the hazy smoke, the scene where he fencing a sword with air and sparks suddenly sparked was as beautiful as a fairy art.

Gong Yin stretched out a finger, dragged the candlestick, and the candlestick tilted slightly.

"So it can be burned?" Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up, "Then burn it quickly."

However, Gong Yin seemed to be hesitating whether to burn Jing Hengbo's rope or his own rope. It seemed that this was a very serious proposition, so that the killing was as decisive as him, and his hands paused in mid-air for a long time.

Jing Hengbo was puzzled, why are you so entangled? Are you afraid of burning yourself? The rope is actually very thin, and it may be burned at the slightest touch, and the possibility of skin being burned is very small.

"If you are afraid of pain, burn my side." She urged.

Gong Yin glanced at her lightly, his clear black eyeballs were like running water and black stones, flowing with a blue light like deep snow.

"I'm afraid you can't control it."

"As for..." Jing Hengbo muttered, didn't he just burn it for a short time? Why is his tone so serious?

Gong Yin didn't answer her, the candlestick fell down slowly, his expression was solemn, and his fingers were controlled lightly, Jing Hengbo was intimidated by his serious expression, and couldn't help but hold his breath.

The fire caught the rope, and there was a slight hiss, and almost immediately, the rope ignited, and the next moment, "Boom." There was a slight explosion, Jing Hengbo's eyes widened, and he was shocked to see the thin rope touch the fire. , suddenly swelled and spread, and turned into a huge red fire snake in a trance, covering Gong Yin and her!

Before Jing Hengbo could say "Ah" in surprise, Gong Yin quickly shook his sleeves, and the fire snake broke and flew up, turning into a piece of red smoke in mid-air, circling and circling, countless fine sparks splashing, and the hazy smoke Falling like a rain of blood-colored stars.

Gong Yin rolled up his sleeves to block the sparks, and Jing Hengbo was suddenly burned by a splinter of fire, and couldn't help but let out an "ah", Gong Yin turned back to look at her distractedly, and suddenly a pile of red sparks that had dispersed He came closer again and fell towards Gong Yin's back.

Jing Hengbo's intuition was wrong, and just as he was about to remind her, Gong Yin suddenly threw her down, held her and slid a few feet along the way, leaving the range where the red sparks raged.

Jing Hengbo saw the brilliant cloud hovering like a snake in the pale smoke, and danced several times before it turned into stardust and gradually faded away. Quite miraculous.

The hall was finally quiet, she breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that the breath around her seemed a bit wrong, slightly fishy, ​​but not unpleasant, after inhaling, there was a particularly swollen and agitated feeling.

This feels kind of familiar...

"It's almost midnight, we have to see if the thunderstorm is coming..." She was thinking about the things outside, and pushed Gong Yin to get up, when her hand touched his body, she suddenly felt hot.

Gong Yin's body was suddenly as hot as charcoal, and when Jing Hengbo lowered his head, he saw that the back of his hand, which was covered by the debris of the fire snake just now, had a line of crimson pressing into his arm.

"What are you..." She was about to ask what was going on, when Gong Yin suddenly jumped forward and threw her down, her cold and soft lips pressed tightly against her.

…

The sky fell again.

The ground cracked again.

Jing Hengbo was stupid again.

In the past 19 years, she has made all kinds of teasing and flirting tricks. How has she ever really started a war like this?

His scorching breath approached, and his breath was like a fiery snake, burning on her skin, as if it was about to sweep her away violently. In a trance, she remembered the vision of the fire snake being ignited for a moment, and finally understood what the assassin was going to say, and finally understood Gong Yin's previous caution. The effect of blood crossing the necessary bridges!

At this moment, she was still distracted, thinking that he was so hot, why her lips were still so cool and soft, vaguely remembered the good taste, as clear as a flowing spring, with the clearness of mountain snow water and the light fragrance of snow lotus...

She pursed her lips. At this moment, she didn't dare to try to tease him anymore. Although he was burning hot, he was still a little stiff. He seemed to be trying to control himself, and he didn't seem to know what to do next. He was just enthusiastic and distressed. In the entanglement of bright red, it reflects her snow-skinned red lips, which are as soft as boneless. Shadowy, graceful and swaying.

He hugged her deeper and tighter, looking for the coolness that belonged to her in a panic, but flinched in the next moment, and then moaned slightly because of the scorching heat. She had never seen him so out of control, she couldn't help but touch his lips with a smile, in exchange for him to bury him deeper, exchanging invitations with each other's fragrance.

…

Suddenly her body froze, she stepped back in a panic, and said loudly, "No! It's not the time!"

He raised his head, a trace of confusion and bewilderment flashed across his dark eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and the whole hall was shaken. A wisp of jade-like smoke floated down from the top of the hall. Wherever it passed, the air that was originally dyed reddish by the fragments of the fire snake was immediately washed away and turned into a piece of transparency. The cool and transparent color quickly spread and entered his eyes.

Almost instantly, he raised his head, his eyes were slightly clear, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but change color.

Jing Hengbo frantically grabbed his clothes, grabbing left and right, trying to cover him and himself, while speaking incoherently: "Actually, it's nothing... Actually, I understand you... Actually, it's all that **** fire snake rope Make trouble...that...this..."

Gong Yin stared at her for a long while, and Jing Hengbo was shocked to see the red thread in his eyes spread little by little. Could it be that the smoke didn't completely drive away the fiery nature of the fire snake?

But this time Gong Yin was not controlled by the fire snake again, he made a move, and the black thin sword roared towards him, Jing Hengbo looked at the direction the sword was coming from, and shouted: "Don't!"

However, the sword was faster than her cry, and it passed over his shoulder with a snap, bringing up a stream of red and purple blood, which splashed in mid-air.

A drop of blood sprayed on Jing Hengbo's eyebrows, as bright as a peach blossom, she stroked the hot blood in a daze, and murmured: "What about..."

However, Gong Yin floated up after the poisonous blood came out from the stabbing. At this moment, there was another loud noise, and Jing Hengbo heard a "click".

She was startled, jumped up, and shouted: "Thunder!"

Is it thunder and lightning, or a particularly fierce thunder and lightning, otherwise it cannot enter this closed hall.

With a flash of white shadow, Gong Yin had already fled away, Jing Hengbo saw his thunderous speed, and realized that it was already midnight, and his restraint had been lifted.

She aligned her fingers and was at a loss. She didn't know whether to blame him for not solving it in time, or to regret that it was too timely?

The door of the palace had already opened, she didn't have time to think about it, she was worried about her prophecy, and rushed out.

For the first time, I saw lightning and thunder outside, and heavy rain like a waterfall.

At the second glance, I saw the crowd running in the rain like a waterfall, and the palace lanterns shaking everywhere.

With the third eye, I saw that Gong Yin had reached a high place, standing upright in the heavy rain, without any cover, as if he wanted to use this heavy rain to wash away some undeserved desires, Meng Hu hurried to hold an umbrella for him, and was swept away by him Hit down the wall.

With the fourth eye, I saw the tower of priests.

The night was originally dark, but at this moment there was a sound of thunder, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, whitening half of the sky. Under the white sky, there was a black tower that was slowly collapsing.

It worked!

Howling and screaming in the distance, but the surroundings of the Jingting Court were as silent as death. Countless people stood in the rain and looked up blankly, watching the hundreds of years of thunder and lightning avoidance. Legend has it that it will stand forever, representing the glory and innocence bestowed by the priests and families. The authoritative sacred tower shrank inch by inch from under the sky.

It seems that a legend ends, an era ends, a family collapses like ruins, and a fresh journey will rise from the ruins.

Yu Jinghengbo, on the other hand, seemed to be watching a thrilling silent movie of the last days.

I didn't see him building a tall building, but saw his building collapse. Like a gentle push with plain hands, what is destroyed is this long tower, and this powerful long wall, which remains unchanged.

And on this pitch-black and rainy night, in Dige City, an unknown number of people walked out of the house silently, stood on a high place, and watched the end of the sacrificial family's collapse with complex and shocked eyes and emotions.

The rain poured down like a ladle, and the entire palace and even the entire Dige were shaken silently in the heavy rain. In the direction of the collapsed tower in the distance, there was a long howl suddenly.

Sharp, stern, and unbelievable, it was also like a flash of cold electricity, piercing everyone's chests.

It was Sang Tong's voice.

Hearing this sound, Gong Yin, who had been standing quietly in the rain, suddenly moved, and with a flick of his sleeves, he got off the wall, and said to Meng Hu who came up to him with a pale face: "Mobilize Kanglong, put all your strength on guard."

In front of the priest's tower, Sang Tong was kneeling on the ground. The heavy rain hit her dark robe fiercely, dragging the edge of the black robe into the muddy water. Looking at the slowly collapsing tower, on the snow-white neck, yellow rainwater mixed with sand and sand rolled down.

On the high tower, broken wood and stones kept rolling down, falling around her, splashing muddy muddy water.

"My lord! It's dangerous here!" A priestess rushed over and grabbed her arm, "Get out of the way!"

The priestess hurriedly dragged Sang Tong to a safe place, but Sang Tong didn't move at all. He suddenly turned around and grabbed the priestess' arm. She said hoarsely, "Sang Qiao, the priest's tower is over, and the Sang family is over!"

"No! Sister!" The youngest sister of the Sang family cried loudly in the rain, "As long as you are still here, the Sang family will not end! This is just a coincidence! Get up, get up!"

Sang Tong raised her head and looked at the tall tower that lost its spire. She didn't need to check it out, she also knew that the Lightning Sword that her ancestors buried there secretly was gone.

She didn't even know how it was missing.

Hundreds of guards were used to surround the inside and outside of the tower densely, and all the organs were adjusted to the most dangerous level. Even if a fly flew in, it would be spotted by all eyes and killed by ten organs. She believed that even if Gong Yin came in person, she would not be able to break through this kind of protection without making a sound.

She had made up her mind a long time ago that no matter who came, she had to be able to come and not go. It would be even better if it was Jing Hengbo, who had buried countless queens in the sacrificial tower, and was happy to bury another one of her.

but none.

No one, absolutely no one. Those who guard the top of the tower are her absolutely loyal cronies, and everyone swears that there will be absolutely no one.

None of her guards were injured.

Sang Tong struggled to stand up in the heavy rain.

Behind her, all the guards also stood in the rain, with pale and dazed faces.

Enduring the heartache that was about to burst, Sang Tong stood up straight.

My sister was right, she couldn't fall, if she fell, the Sang family would really be over.

The priest's tower is destroyed and can be rebuilt. God doesn't help her today, but God can't take away the power that the Sang family has built for so many generations inside and outside the court and in Dige City!

The sound of the rain is as violent as a battle song. Perhaps, the collapse is just the beginning. Some things cannot be broken or built. Standing up from the ruins, the beginning is also higher than others.

She looked around and suddenly took a violent drink.

"Where are the priest guards!"

The echo was like thunder.

"Everything is here!"

"Report the number!"

"There are four hundred and one. One commander, ten bronze collars, forty iron collars, forty-nine three-star guards, three hundred two-star guards, and iron horses!"

"Where is the weapon of death!"

"exist!"

In the rain, she slowly opened her smile, as cold as falling snow and Tangdi flowers.

As soon as he raised his hand, he didn't know when there was a dagger in his palm. The snow was shining, and the rain couldn't stay on the dagger, and it flowed fast.

The hand rises and the knife falls.

A blood flower exploded on his chest, dyeing the rain curtain red like a blood curtain.

"grown ups!"

As soon as Sang Tong waved his hand, a calm smile returned to his pale face.

"The priest's tower was destroyed by a sneak attack, and the priest was assassinated." She said slowly, "According to Article 72 of the national law, this is an emergency that can be classified as a national incident. At this critical moment, the priest's **** Why?"

"Protect the lord! Chase the enemy! Defend the priest's tower!"

"Then, let's go!"

The iron armor reflected the indigo cold light in the rain, and the brown muddy water splashed under the armor-studded boots, and the cold light of figures carrying swords rushed out of the priest's tower.

Half of Sang Tong's body was covered in blood, a smile condensed on his lips.

"No matter what kind of victory you have won, die..." She gently flicked a piece of blood-stained sawdust from her shoulder.

"It's no longer useful."