Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 527
In this battle, Zhao Yuankai was full of confidence.

Because he has an absolute advantage!
Although the Eastern Desolation God Sect is the incarnation of the Chosen Clan, the strongest is only the master of the ninth rank, and it takes time to step beyond the ordinary!

This is the remnant of the Taizu's key suppression back then, and there won't be too much background, no matter how strong it is, it can't be stronger than the old ghost's Wu Jizong!

only……

Zhao Yuankai was a little worried.

Judging from the old ghost's dictation, what Taizu did back then was indeed a bit terrific.

The Murong Clan actually treated Taizu well. The two emperors, Murong Yuan and Murong Xu, were heart-to-heart. The most dazzling pearl of the Chosen Clan even married Taizu!
But in the end...

Of course, if you don't have a hard heart, it's hard to become a hegemony!

Zhao Yuankai can understand this.

Now the problem is on his own body. If the Murong family is not dead, then Zhao Yuankai can only suppress it with all his strength and let the history of that year repeat itself!
only……

What he can't let go of the most, and what he can't handle well, is Qingyou!

If one day, Qing You knew her identity, what would she think?How should we face it?

Qingyou is a woman of great wisdom and demon, judging from the various visions in front of her, she must have noticed something wrong, or even guessed something!
"Ugh……"

Zhao Yuankai let out a soft sigh.

At this time.

A rickety figure walked up quickly, it was Tianqi old ghost, kneeling directly in front of Zhao Yuankai, and shouted in a concentrated voice:

"Report to Your Majesty, this old slave has something important to say!"

"Say!" Zhao Yuankai nodded.

"The old slave sensed a familiar aura of an old friend!"

"Old man? What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty, if the old slave guessed correctly, Murong Xu, the last emperor of the Great Wilderness, is not dead! Moreover, he has come out, and the old slave has already sensed his aura!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yuankai's eyes darkened.

This is a big variable!

The last era of the Great Wilderness was an era when the arrogance of the heavens emerged, and there were semi-sages in all four realms, and Murong Xu, the last emperor in charge of one realm, was even more holy!

If he didn't die, what kind of cultivation should he be?
Is it perfect to restore the semi-holy?
The old ghost obviously saw Zhao Yuankai's worries, and then said:

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Murong Xu was seriously injured by the Han ancestors back then, and then he desperately broke through the secret realm of the deep abyss. His fundamental injuries are no less serious than the old slave!"

"En." Zhao Yuankai nodded.

The old ghost Tianqi seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he chose to shut up.

Zhao Yuankai saw that the old ghost was hesitant to speak, so he didn't ask more, because he knew it well.

The old ghost always said that Qingyou looked too much like the nine princesses back then, they were carved out of the same mold, so what would Murong Xu do when he saw Qingyou?

Still have a headache...

……

……

The Darkest Fall has lasted for seventeen hours.

In the thirteen prefectures of the Han Dynasty, people are panic-stricken.

From Bingzhou to Chang'an in Zhongzhou, you must pass Qingshuiguan, a carriage is galloping wildly, and finally, the carefully selected Beirong horse died of exhaustion, fell to the ground and vomited blood!

The carriage collapsed, and Mo Li hugged Zhao Yuanlang's unconscious body, looking at the dark world, desperate and sad!
In the end what happened?
Why did it suddenly become like this?
The accompanying guards were all at the end of their strength and exhausted.

They found a carriage from the nearest post station, but Li Li couldn't care about that much anymore, the speed of the carriage was a bit slower after all.

She gritted her teeth, carried Zhao Yuanlang behind her back, and tied her and Zhao Yuanlang tightly together with a white scarf!
Get on your horse, get on your horse, and hurry!

"My lord, don't be afraid, we will be in Chang'an soon!"

"Wait until I see the concubine, she...she will definitely find a way to save you, my lord..."

During the soft calls, Mo Li's voice choked up.

Her heart had never been so painful, her mind was in a mess, helpless and hopeless.

What should she do if something really happens to the prince?
This woman who had lived a hard life, her heart was as dead as ashes, and she was able to rekindle when she met the "iron-strength" foolish prince on her back!

But now...

They are not yet married, and they have not kept those promises they made under the moon.

Is it all over?

"No!"

"I do not believe!"

"My lord, you...you can't die! It's Li Li who deserves to die, not my lord..."

People who are desolate and have low self-esteem are always like this, pitifully blaming themselves whenever something goes wrong.

Never sleep.

Mo Li threw off the guards and galloped all the way, finally saw Beiqiu Camp!
Enter Chang'an City and run all the way until Changle Palace!
In the temple of the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Xu Xintian followed Concubine Xiaoyi, knelt in front of the spiritual tablets of the past emperors of the Han Dynasty, twirled a rosary, and closed her eyes to pray!
From the dawn of darkness, the women of the two generations of Han emperors have been guarding the emperor's temple.

They know that the significance of this battle is too important, it is related to the existence of the Han Dynasty, if they win, they will see the sun and flourish again, if they lose, the Han Dynasty will be destroyed forever!

"Report!"

"Reporting to the concubine, Mo... Miss Mo Li rushed to Changle Palace with the prince on her back, begging the concubine to save the prince!"

The female general affairs officer of Changle Palace panted heavily, and shouted at the gate of the Emperor Temple with a white face.

Concubine Xiaoyi was startled, and the rosary in her hand suddenly broke and fell to the ground. The crisp sound rang in her heart, like waves of thunder!
"Toffee..." Xu Xintian hurriedly helped Concubine Xiaoyi.

The palace maid held the lamp and walked hurriedly along the royal road towards Changle Palace.

From a distance, Concubine Xiaoyi saw Zhao Yuanlang in the main hall of Changle, who was in a python robe, tightly hugged by Mo Li, unconscious!

"Mo Li, this...what the hell is going on?" Dowager Xiaoyi called out tremblingly before entering the palace.

"Too... Taifei, save the prince, save the prince quickly!"

Li Li suddenly turned around, the eyes that used to be charming were now covered with bloodshot eyes, red and swollen scary.

Concubine Xiaoyi hurried forward.

Xu Xintian, who was following behind, had never seen such a terrifying scene before, so she screamed in fright.

The Prince He at this time is really terrifying, that face that was once a little fat like a baby, now has red veins and blood streaks, like a devil!
There is no breath, just like a dead person!
However, when he felt the pulse, he was in a state of chaos, but there was still a glimmer of life remaining!
At that moment, Concubine Xiaoyi was stunned.

This is her only son, her flesh and blood!

"Li Li, what the hell happened?" She asked in a trembling voice.

"Toffee, Li Li doesn't know what happened! The sky and the earth suddenly turned into night, day turned into night, and then the lord had a headache and fell to the ground, and then...then it was like this!"

"My lord was still conscious before, and he said he was in pain... Princess, please save my lord! Mo Li begs you!"

Mo Li spoke incoherently.

Concubine Xiaoyi gritted her teeth, frowned, pinched Zhao Yuanlang's pulse, and then stared at that terrifying face!
When the darkness fell, did Yuen Long suddenly encounter an accident?

　The cute egg has to go home for the Dragon Boat Festival, and it can only keep two shifts these days, and it will resume the third shift when I come back, I hope you will forgive me!

　　Good night, sweet dreams

　　
　
(End of this chapter)