Qin Shi Mingyue Taoist Master Uncle

It turned out that while mobilizing soldiers and horses at Mengwu, he also set off for the border between Wei and Chu, wanting to try to see if he could wait on the sidelines and stop the opponent in advance.

I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that these people were blocked.

Beichen looked at Xiang Yan and Lord Changping in front of him, and said, "It seems that you won't be able to leave today."

At this time, Xiang Yan looked quite embarrassed, while Changping Jun Yasi had a tired look on his face.

The original small group of four has also become two people. As for the other two first-class masters, they have died under the siege of the Qin army.

It was those two people who used themselves as bait to give Xiang Yan and Mr. Changping a chance to escape.

Xiang Yan's face was also very ugly, but she still didn't give up, saying, "It's not the last moment, it's too early to say this."

Beichen smiled, "Since that's the case, then stop talking nonsense."

After the words fell, the two rushed out at the same time and fought together again.

Without a weapon in hand, Xiang Yan could not compete with Beichen at all, not to mention that in order to help Lord Changping escape along the way, a lot of physical strength and energy were consumed, and the gap between the two was even greater. up.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiang Yan was repelled again, and bright red blood flowed down from his left arm and landed on the ground.

Seeing this, Mr. Changping sighed, and said, "The general took the risk to escort me, and I am grateful. But you have tried your best, so you should leave, otherwise we will not be able to leave when the Qin army behind us arrives."

Xiang Yan's face was extremely solemn. Of course, he also understood the current situation. If he left Mr. Changping and escaped alone, he still had a great hope of leaving.

And if he continued to stay, no matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to resist thousands of soldiers while facing Beichen.

To be honest, although he really wanted to be Lord Changping, he would not risk his life for it.After all, Chu State still needs itself.

If it really comes to the end of the mountain, Xiang Yan will not give up, but now there is still a chance.

Xiang Yan looked up at Beichen, and said, "You are really strong, but you can't keep me today!"

After the voice fell, an object appeared in his hand.

This item has a turquoise light, it seems to be an ornament made of autumn orchid grass, but it is very different from ordinary autumn orchids.

It seems to be spiritual and contains special energy.

Bei Chen, who was already sure of winning, suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart when he saw this thing.

At this moment, Xiang Yan tapped on the object with her bleeding finger.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling brilliance burst out.

"Qiulan lives forever!"

As soon as the words fell, one-third of Xiang Yan's original black hair turned gray-white in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face became more numerous.

The whole person seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden, as if his life had been directly sucked away.

Next, a magical scene happened.

The Qiulan accessories were shining brilliantly, and the green brilliance was so dazzling that Bei Chen couldn't help but close his eyes.

After a few breaths, the light dissipated, and when Beichen opened his eyes again, an illusory figure suddenly appeared a few meters ahead.

It was a young man with loose hair, an incomparably handsome face, a gentle and natural temperament, wearing the costumes of the nobles of the Chu Kingdom.

He suddenly looked like a noble young man.

An elegant green autumn orchid accessory is tied around his waist, and a beautiful angelica flower is worn on his shoulder...

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Looking at the illusory existence in front of him, Bei Chen couldn't help feeling a very strange feeling.

The figure in front of him made him feel a bit like his senior brother Bei Mingzi, but it wasn't that strong.

But although it is not strong enough, it is very pure.

It stands to reason that the existence that can make him feel this way is definitely a person with extremely high cultivation, but the strange thing is that the person in front of him did not bring him a sense of crisis.

Even in his own perception, the phantom in front does not contain too strong energy.

Bei Chen frowned slightly, since he came to this world, it was the first time he felt such an abnormal feeling.

And at this moment, that figure also moved.

His eyes were a little dazed and empty, as if he didn't know what to do, or even who he was.

He didn't pay attention to Beichen, or he didn't pay attention to everything around him, as if he was living in his own world.

Then, he looked up to the sky, staring quietly.

After a few breaths, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then he opened his mouth.

A gentle and magnetic voice sounded, "In the beginning of ancient times, who preached the word?"

It's a question, but the tone is more of a soliloquy.

He was asking himself, and he was also asking this world.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached it?"

When these words were uttered, they didn't show any amazing power, but they seemed to possess the power of a divine weapon, making the surrounding air seem to become silent.