Dark clouds were rolling, wildfire blazing.
There were no white horses on the White Horse Plains, only dead bodies.
Severed limbs were scattered across the ground. Blood spread, even melting the deep ice and snow on the ground.
The scattered horses were galloping, neighing, and some were dragging half of their owner's body or an arm as they galloped wildly into the distance.
The battle was nearing its end. When the Qilin army's spear formation was broken and broken by the colourful feathers and ghost masks, the individual strength of the Ghost dancer corps began to gain the upper hand. They were riding on their horses, brandishing their long blades, slashing left and right, killing and injuring the Qilin army. There was no one who could be their opponent at all.
At the same time, Song Lang's body was lying there stiffly.
Because the strike was too fast and the qi was too piercingly cold, the wound was congealed with essential qi, and it was difficult for blood to flow out.
When the essential qi that sealed the wound dissipated, blood began to spurt out.
Soon, Song Lang's body was dyed red with blood, and then soaked in it.
The direct descendant of the Song family, the commander of the Qilin army, was killed by the White Feather General's magic flute.
The Peacock imperial court's Ying Wuyu, wielding a white bone scepter and wearing a crown of thorns on his head, came over, looking at Song Lang lying in a pool of blood, and said softly: "Although this boy does not have the name of a Prince, but he has the strength of a Prince. It's not right to kill him. "
White Feather General bowed deeply to Ying Wuyu, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you, Second Grandfather, for your help, otherwise my friend would have been killed by them."
"Silly child, we're family, why are you so polite to me?" Ying Wuyu said with a pitiful expression.
"Second Grandfather, if we kill this person, will it bring trouble to the Kingdom?"
"There will be some trouble." Ying Wuyu said. "As I said just now, the Song family is actually the ruler of the West Wind Kingdom. The Song family is also a royal family, the number one family that can decide the direction of the Kingdom. For thousands of years, in order to maintain the balance of the divine continent, the Peacock imperial court, West Wind Kingdom and the Great Wu Empire, the three major powers, will not easily form a death grudge. This was because once two parties became enemies of life and death, there was a possibility that the two parties would cooperate and one of them would be devoured by them. You killing Song Lang will most likely provoke the Song family and lead to the alliance between the West Wind Kingdom and the Great Wu Kingdom — — In that case, no matter how sharp the Peacock Imperial Court's sword is, it will be difficult to start a war with the West Wind Kingdom and the Great Wu Kingdom at the same time — — "
"However, this person is truly hateful. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to calm the hatred in my heart. "The White Feather General said angrily.
"I understand." Ying Wuyu had a calm look on his face as he said softly, "Whatever you want to do, just do it. Your father once said that your affairs are the affairs of the country. It's just killing a person, so what? "
"Second Grandpa …"
Ying Wuyu waved his hand and smilingly said, "With the protection of the Ghost Dancer Corps, you must be safe. I'll take my leave first. Since this matter is over, you should go back as soon as possible. Don't let your father and mother worry. "
"Yes, Second Grandpa." Qiandu also knew that Second Grandpa's identity was special. He was the teacher of the Peacock Imperial Court and also the teacher of the Orthodoxy. It could be said that he was the pillar of the Peacock Imperial Court and could not stay outside for too long.
"Go and see your friend." Ying Wuyu cast a glance in the direction of Li Muyang and said in a comforting voice, "Everything has cause and effect, remember not to force it. It is foolish to restrain one's heart. "
"Qiandu will certainly keep this in mind."
Ying Wuyu nodded again, his body gradually faded, and then turned into a beam of light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Qiandu walked in the direction of Li Muyang, while fatty Gongshu Yuan blocked her way.
After a brief thought, he stepped aside.
Looking at the ghost mask on Qiandu's face, he asked aloud, "Are you a friend of Li Muyang?"
"Yes."
"I didn't expect Li Muyang to be good at making friends even though he can't do anything else. I didn't expect him to have friends like you and me. "Fatty Gongshu Yuan said with a smile.
Song Lang had died in battle, the Qilin army was destroyed, and the crisis of the group of fugitives had been lifted.
Gongshu Yuan felt like he had come back from the dead.
He had thought that he had come to a dead end, but did not expect the arrival of the Peacock Imperial Court's teacher Ying Wuyu and the Peacock Imperial Court's Princess Ying Qiandu, these two powerful figures.
Qiandu looked at fatty Gongshu Yuan and asked, "How is he now?"
"Not optimistic." The fatty said.
Qiandu walked over to Li Muyang's side, taking off the ghost mask on her face, revealing her dignified and beautiful face.
Fatty was stunned by the sight and looked like he was captivated. He murmured, "This Ghost Faced Princess … doesn't look like a ghost at all. She is like a goddess descending to earth, a celestial being. "
Qiandu crouched down, reaching out to touch Li Muyang's pale cheek, and softly said, "Muyang classmate, we meet again."
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Clear Heart Valley, Plum Blossom Pond.
Clear Heart Valley was the private territory of the Song family, and some of the important figures of the family would choose to cultivate here in order to clear their mind and calm down.
Plum Blossom Pond was the favourite place of the Song family's Old immortal Song Gudu. With warm water as the soup and natural stone marrow as the medicine, it had the effect of relaxing the muscles and promoting blood circulation, increasing strength and qi, and cleansing the mind. Every soak could remove the fatigue of a day of cultivation, and welcome new challenges with the most energetic state of mind.
Long-term soaking also had the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life.
This was the reason why it was easier for rich and powerful families to produce talented martial artists. Because these powerful forces could not only monopolize cultivation techniques, but could even occupy the world's precious treasures, spiritual mountains and rivers.
The most powerful skill that a child of a poor family had ever seen in his life was' hitting a cow across a mountain '. If he did not even know where the door of cultivation was, how could he have the chance to become a strong person of Starry Sky?
Song Gudu was wearing a snow-white gown, and most of his body was soaked in the hot spring.
Smoke curled up, and the spring water tinkled.
There was heavy snow all around, and winter plum blossoms surrounded him. This place was like an immortal's cave.
Song Gudu was sitting upright in the pool, his eyes closed, his hands pinched into a seal, and a red ball was flashing above his head, projecting wisps of white brilliance onto his body.
Che — —
There was the sound of snow falling.
Song Gudu opened his eyes to see Song Tao standing in front of him with an apologetic look on his face.
"Grandson is rude, I have disturbed Grandfather's cultivation." Song Tao bowed apologetically. The news of the old grandfather's injury was already known to the important figures of the family, and was temporarily blocked from the outside world. However, it was impossible to hide it from the eyes and ears of those with ulterior motives.
Song Tao originally wanted to wait until the end of Grandfather's treatment before greeting him, but did not expect that his arrival would cause the accumulated snow on a winter plum tree to fall, awakening his Grandfather who was meditating with his eyes closed.
"It doesn't matter." Song Gudu said expressionlessly. He looked as calm and composed as usual, without the slightest discomfort.
"Yes." Song Tao bowed his head. "Tiandu has been cleaned up, and all those who are loyal to the Lu Family have been caught in one fell swoop. Those who resisted fiercely were executed, and more were locked up in the water prison. There were also some who committed suicide before the investigation could reach them … "
Song Gudu did not say a word, as if he did not hear these words.
He did not care about this, nor did he care about this.
He just needed the result.
What was the result?
The result was the intention.
For cultivators like them, what they wanted was to follow their heart.
With his current status and realm, what did he desire the most?
It was to obtain greater strength, and to live forever.
Why would he waste time and energy on these worldly matters of fighting for power and profit?
Because his heart was not going well.
He knew that if he did not act in time, and waited for Lu Xingkong and the Emperor to prepare for a few more years, there might really be a possibility of pulling the Song family down from the altar and catching them all in one fell swoop.
Things were full of uncertainty.
The reason why he acted in time was that he had given up all hope of breaking the boundary.
If he could not break the boundary this time, his life would come to an end. The oil lamp had dried up, and most likely could not be lit again. Even in this cold winter, he could not survive.
Wasn't there a rumour that Song Gudu was about to die and that the Kingdom would lose a pair of eyes?
If he died, who could check and balance Lu Xingkong, who held military power and had the will of the Emperor behind him?
He was ready to die, so he had prepared for several years to prepare for a big show of killing the Emperor and usurping the throne.
What he did not expect was that, influenced and inspired by Li Muyang's breakthrough, he also broke through the starry sky at the most critical moment, and entered the Astral projection realm.
In this way, his lifespan was extended again, and he had more time for cultivation and the opportunity to break the Wall.
It was just that, at that time, everything was ready, and there was Li Muyang, the variable that was constantly intensifying the contradictions. The arrow was already on the bowstring, and had to be fired.
The boundary was broken, and his mind was smooth.
As for the other things, presumably the children and grandchildren of his family and the forces attached to the Song family could handle it perfectly.
"The Cui family has made a lot of movements. They have made great efforts in this purge operation, and have killed a lot of people. Now they have begun to place their own people in some important departments." Song Tao did not care whether Grandfather had heard or not, his purpose of coming here was to let Grandfather know these things.
It did not matter whether he cared or not, but he had to understand, and make trade-offs and choices at the critical moment. This was the duty of the head of the family.
Song Gudu still closed his eyes to rest, unmoved.
The Cui family was a smart man, he knew what to take and what not to take. Even if the Song family did not say a word, he would still deliver the biggest piece of fat meat to the Song family's bowl with both hands. He did not need to worry about these things.
"Song Lang — —"
Song Gudu opened his eyes.
His eyes were sharp and deep, like a deep pool of autumn.
"Something happened to Song Lang?"
"Ying Qiandu of the Peacock Imperial Court — — beheaded." Song Tao said in a mournful voice. "The Qilin army was wiped out."
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