Princess Is Awesome

After dusk, it snows more heavily, and the cold wind makes people breathless. It seems that they can freeze their throat with a breath.

The visibility around is very low, almost three meters away, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, and five meters away, there is no distinction between human and animal.

However, Nanzhao of Wuzhuang had the spirit of Gu in his body, and his eyesight was not greatly limited.

Standing on the star picking tower, he could see Ling Fei and the guard pushing the carriage to send the corpses to the mass grave.

There are more and more people in Kyoto City, so that they are short of material and suffer from hunger and cold every day.

More and more people were killed and injured when the snowstorm came. Especially in these two days, almost every day, a car full of people will be thrown to the mass grave.

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao's heart is bleeding.

These are all his people, who should have lived happily and healthily under his wings, but now they are in such dire straits.

"Is this heaven's death in Xishu?" He looked up to the sky and asked himself.

"Lord, Xishu will not die."

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao has been accompanied by demons and monsters all the time. Seeing him so sad, I feel the same way.

They have to use their internal power to keep out the cold, otherwise they can't carry it.

Therefore, the city of those displaced people, where to support.

Seeing that Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao had been standing still, a Xiang took off his cloak and put it on him: "emperor, guard Xiao hasn't come yet. Let's go to warm Pavilion first?"

"No, just wait here. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid these people will..."

At this rate of death, Kyoto City will become an empty city in a month, and Xishu will no longer exist.

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao didn't agree. He was neither a fatuous King nor a tyrant, but Xishu was so poor in his hands.

Is it true that virtue does not coordinate?

"Father King..."

Thinking, the voice of your highness came suddenly in the snow.

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs. He saw Liu Chan Shuang coming with her royal highness stepping on the thick snow.

In his hand, his highness is also carrying a small lantern, which looks like a firefly.

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao ran down in a hurry, his face was not happy: "ya'er, how did you bring xuan'er with such a heavy snow?"

"You haven't come to the West Palace for many days. He thinks you have to worry. I'll come to see you anyway when I've just had dinner. I can't help but bring it. "

His highness said: "father, it's xuan'er who asked her mother to send it. You can't hurt her."

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao leaned over to hold xuan'er and asked him in a soft voice, "my father is busy in politics. Why don't you stay in the palace?"

"Xuan'er had a dream when he was taking a nap. He wanted to talk to his father."

"What dream?"

"Father, xuan'er dreams of a woman in a ghost King's robe, wearing a skull hair crown and a skull mask. She comes to ask her father for a heart. Xuan son feels afraid, must tell father emperor

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao looked like a Lin: "she... Really came to ask me for a heart?"

"Well!" His highness nodded heavily, "she said her father's heart is hers, she wants to take it back."

Is it unparalleled to dream to xuan'er?

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao's face was suddenly a little wrong.

Liu Chan frost sees this, hastily way: "emperor, but the nightmare that the child does, you don't put on the heart."

"It's OK. I don't care. The snow is too heavy. Take xuan'er back to the palace. "

"Emperor, I have something hidden in my heart. I don't know whether to say it or not."

"What's the matter?"

"My concubine feels that Xiao Weiyang... Seems to be a little strange. She always says strange things these two days."

"Well?"

Liu Chan Shuang frowned and then said, "she..."

Before she had finished, another creepy voice came.

"Xishu is going to be destroyed, ha ha ha, Xishu is going to be destroyed... If the ghost king does not die, Xishu is going to be destroyed..."

The voice was blown away by the strong wind, and it sounded very sharp.

This is Xiaoweiyang's voice, but it is more harsh than before.

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao's face became more and more haze, clenched his back alveolar, and his lips became string.

These days, almost every day, he dreams of such a voice, saying that Xishu is going to be destroyed, the ghost king will not die, and Xishu is going to be destroyed.

This is the same as the meaning of praying for God on the sacrificial platform. It is said that Su brought disaster to Western Shu.

But what else? She's gone.

Is God really going to force him to kill her?

How is that possible?

After a long time, Wu Chuang Nan Zhao wrapped his royal highness in a Xiang's cloak and handed it to Liu Chan Shuang: "go back to the palace."

"Emperor, does Xiao Weiyang care for her?"

"Find someone to watch, don't freeze, don't let her go out alarmist."

"Well!"

Liu chanshuang was just about to leave with her royal highness in her arms when Changfeng flew in directly from outside the palace with her lightness skill.

Seeing Wu Zhuangnan Zhao in a daze, he rushed over: "emperor, ah Mu is suddenly seriously ill. I'm afraid he can't come to pick up the Star Tower."

"Seriously ill?" Wu Chuang Nan Zhao was shocked. "He was a monk. How could he suddenly get seriously ill? Didn't you have any warning before? "

"I don't understand. In the evening, he suddenly vomited blood, which could not be stopped anyway. At this time, the villain came to tell the emperor

Is it true that heaven is going to kill us?

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao looks up at the night sky locked by the wind and snow. Suddenly, his heart is cool.

If this is his doom, why should his people bear it?

In a short time, Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao went to the star picking tower again. Without Xiao Mu's technique of covering the sky, he also wanted to try whether he could open the power of Linggu.

Even if you die, you have to try.

"The Emperor..."

Changfeng looks at Wu Zhuangnan Zhao's face and cries out subconsciously, but he doesn't say anything.

If he has the ability to save the world, he will not turn back.

When he got to the star picking tower, Wu Chuang Nan Zhao called out, "you four, guard the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. Don't ask anyone to disturb me."

Ah Xuan hesitated and said, "emperor, can you do it alone?"

"Why not?"

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao glared at him, went to the eight trigrams roulette, summoned the heaven and earth sword, cut his wrist, and dipped the blood into the roulette.

He didn't stop until the talisman in the wheel was filled with blood.

Then, Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao sat cross legged and summoned the spirit of Gu with his hands together.

Linggu slowly split out of his body, just like his phantom, angular, long body Yuli.

It's just that the shadow is a little transparent, with a little bit of blood.

Nanzhao of Wuzhuang has been combined with Linggu, so the illusion of Linggu is what he is now.

At the same time, Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao uses his fingertips to coagulate his sword Qi, stabs his heart hard, forms a blood amulet with his heart blood, and hits Linggu with his hand.

He opened his arms and slowly recited the mantra: "out of the Yaoyao, into the dark, Qi preaching, Qi communicating with God..."

Linggu turned into a blood light and gradually covered with the wheel of eight trigrams. Then a diagram of Yin Yang and eight trigrams rose from the wheel and rose into the sky.

The sky changes suddenly, and the eight diagrams are blocked in the sky like a curtain, blocking the snow.

The eight diagrams are getting bigger and wider. They lock the city of Kyoto, and then slowly extend outward.

"The snow has stopped, my God, the snow has stopped..."

"It was the emperor who summoned the power of Honghuang. It was the emperor who saved Xishu!"

"We are saved, all of us are saved!"

Street, all the people running to tell, bodyguards, who were hiding in the house also ran to the street.

Holding lanterns and torches, celebrating each other.