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This is the first time Weennuo has encountered such a variety of attack methods. It is just a full-scale attack, with illusions and magic lines interspersed in it, which is hard to guard against!

He understood why Feng Qinglang had the confidence to make a quick decision, but Wei Ennuo never wanted to admit defeat. Seeing the opponent attack again, his face suddenly turned gray and then turned red, which was a sign that a small forbidden technique was about to be activated.

Feng Qinglang in front of him disappeared again. According to previous experience, Wiennuo hurriedly turned around, but there was still no one there. He secretly screamed in his heart that the moment when the forbidden technique was activated was just the moment when his aura was weak. Captured just right, he hurriedly turned around again, and Feng Qinglang, who had disappeared earlier, was in front of him, pointing at the center of his brow with a finger!

Wei Ennuo was frightened for a while, why did Feng Qinglang speed up a little bit, could it be that he had been testing before to see where his bottom line was?

At this time, he could only deal with it based on experience. His whole body was bent into a bow, and he leaned back to the extreme, narrowly avoiding the killing finger.

When Wei Ennuo, who was still in shock, stood up straight again, he found that the finger that he had avoided was still in front of his eyes. There was no doubt that this was Feng Qinglang's false trick of combining illusion and martial arts, and he deceived himself. En Nuo felt all hope was lost, his face was ashen, and even his eyes were closed, just waiting for that finger to pierce the center of his brow and pierce his spiritual sea.

However, that finger was just lightly touching the center of his brow, which brought a cold touch, and did not cause any substantial damage, so he retracted.

Wiennuo opened his eyes again, only to feel that his heartbeat was disordered. How many years had he not experienced such a sense of frustration? same taste.

Then, he carefully discerned the elements of the surrounding world, but to confirm whether he had fallen into the trap of some illusion, Feng Qinglang smiled and said, "Grandpa Wei Ennuo, don't worry, it's still the real world."

Weinnuo sighed, "Young Qinglang, today you are indeed very strong..." His tone was full of disappointment.

Feng Qinglang said calmly, "Grandpa Wei Ennuo, did Fan Ruiqing teach you the Shenlong Jue?"

"No, it's his father!" Wiennuo's face turned pale again, "Before he died, he asked me to take care of Ruiqing as a gift."

Feng Qinglang stared deeply at the other party, and said: "However, you suggested that Fan Ruiqing go to die. For this reason, you did not hesitate to sacrifice the Dark Blade of the direct line of troops... You are easy to calculate. All important factions of the dynasty have foreshadowing. No matter who When the emperor, you are too emperor! Yajiaxi should be the best choice, Tang Xuan is far behind, but not too bad, originally you should have preferred Longharin, but he is too strong, but later became the last choice. Bad choice...”

Weinnuo said: "This is not the whole truth. You have miscalculated, and so have I. I thought it would be a relatively gentle process of wrestling..."

Feng Qinglang shook her head and sighed: "It doesn't matter what the truth is. Grandpa Wei Ennuo, you are too selfish in your later years. I think you are really not suitable to stay in the position of guardian anymore."

Wiennuo sighed with a wry smile, and said, "Understood, I will give way when Rieno comes back!"

"Very well, you and the families you want to protect will be safe and sound!"

"..."

Ten days later, another grand state funeral!

For the world, they will definitely feel sorry for Tang Rui. After years of hard work, they saw their elder brother finally become the master of the Di Dynasty, but passed away forever.

But for those who knew about it, their hearts were full of sighs and feelings. This was just a funeral that was three years late.

On the plateau on the left bank of the Blue River, the facade is made of yellow glazed tiles, and the mausoleum made of huge stones is magnificent and exquisite.

Feng Qinglang stood blankly under the pine forest outside the mausoleum, and when the winter wind howled past, the pines behind her were swaying and the waves burst.

Tang Xuan beside him said softly: "Suddenly remembered that we were here when we were young, playing and chasing... I remember that Rui girl liked this place very much since then, and later whenever I had time, I would definitely come here... "

Looking to the south, Feng Qinglang can overlook the majestic city in the sky, and looking to the north, it is the beautiful scenery of Phoenix City... He shook his head slightly, letting his mind get away from being addicted to the past, and said: "You still can't get used to calling yourself 'I'."

Tang Xuan smiled wryly and said: "What, 'I' has been in the first half of my life, how can it be so easy to change."

Feng Qinglang accompanied Lonely with a smile, Tang Xuan said again: "You must still blame me in your heart, but if I told you the truth back then, you would have rushed back to Alans regardless of everything, alas, I have to obey her last order command..."

Feng Qinglang shook her head slightly again, and said, "Understood, but I will still blame you."

The pine forest rustled softly with the wind, like a soothing force from somewhere.

Feng Qinglang stared at the majestic and bright mausoleum again, only to feel that his eyes were stinging, and something called tears was about to slip out of the frame again. He turned and walked into the pine forest, and whispered: "Let's go."

Passing through the small pine forest, in the distance below is the endlessly flowing Blue River, the waves reflecting the mountains and rivers on both sides, Tang Xuan changed the subject and said, "Are you leaving soon?"

"Yeah, the stigmata is in a mess, causing Xingqing to be in a mess, and the wave of refugees is about to overwhelm the other side of the dark red vortex."

"Which great existence still communicates with you?"

Feng Qinglang knew who Tang Xuan was referring to, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "After the Dead Sea in the world of the undead, there will be no more. I managed to win some stable days, and I will be troubled by some great historical mission." , am I easy?"

Tang Xuan could only comfort him: "At the very least, it's better than being an emperor. You'll have to be locked in that big cage in the palace almost all day long. I don't know when I'll be able to enjoy it as a fool..."

Feng Qing said with a smile: "Now the politics of the Di dynasty is showing an opportunity for revival. If you work hard, history will praise you well!"

It was just a joke of encouragement, but in the history of the next thousand years, it became a prophecy. The revival of the dynasty known in history was the rise of Tang Xuan, the hero of a generation, and became the most critical turning point in the long history of the Di Dynasty.

But the person involved in the history just sneered at that time, saying: "I don't care how history writes about me. After I die, I still want to be flooded."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing in a faint sadness, expressing that the other party really had the potential to become a foolish king.

"By the way, if there is a big trouble with the stigmata, I might go out in disguise and help you!"

"Then you must first become a peerless powerhouse!"

"Of course no problem, I've already taken that step."

"The monarch of the Di Dynasty has not produced a peerless powerhouse for many years. I am optimistic about you, Tang Xuan!"

"Fuck you, I'm a natural genius! Faint kings often attract the attention of many assassins. In order to become a successful faint king, I must become a peerless powerhouse!"

"..."