Dijun's black moonlight is back

When Ling Yu left Jichuan City, there was a heavy rain in the city.

She knows very well that the division and reunification of the world is the fate of mortals. The feudal lords will be divided for hundreds of years, and the dynasty will be unified for hundreds of years.

Whether a city collapsed or not was not her business, but she happened to reach Danghu Pass by some strange coincidence.

This is the gateway to the north and south, and it is also a battleground for the world.

The scout with seven bright red pennants was rushing towards this place, carrying with him the news that Jichuan City had been discovered.

Ling Yu drew his bow in the clouds and aimed it at the chest of the horse beneath him. He could stop the message with one arrow.

She watched the horse galloping alone across the vast plains, a trail of dust rising behind it.

After a long time, she did not let go of the bowstring.

A thought stuck in her mind: What am I doing?
She wasn't quite sure why she wanted to block the news. One day sooner or one day later, Jichuan City would not be saved.

But given more time, the number of casualties might have been lowered.

This kind of thinking is normal when it comes to other people, but it is unusual for a being like her who has committed many crimes to have a heart of compassion.

The scout was getting closer and closer to Danghu Pass. The guards at the top of the city had seen him and were waving flags to give orders to let him into the city.

Danghu Pass is now occupied by the soldiers and horses of Weiwuhou, an army famous for killing to stop killing.

With the bow in his hand and the arrow on the string, when the sky broke through the clouds, the guards at the top of the city saw Ling Yu standing in the clouds in an instant.

The blazing sunshine shone from her back onto the mortal face, and there were three or three monks in the crowd looking at her.

Ling Yu suddenly put away his bow and arrows and allowed the scouts to ride into the city.

An arrow shot towards Ling Yu from the top of the city, and she looked at the person who shot it.

The cold iron cut through the air and low-altitude clouds. Lingyu didn't care at all about this level of threat. She felt that this mortal was quite courageous.

The group of monks below almost knelt down to her, but he actually dared to shoot her with an arrow.

Ling Yu raised his hand, fixed the iron arrow in mid-air, and then flipped his wrist to change its direction.

Judging from his clothes, this person must be the mighty marquis.

She wasn't very sure at first, but judging from the reactions of the soldiers and warlocks guarding him, Ling Yu guessed that they were pretty close.

In front of the mighty lord, there is a body of flesh and blood forming a shield for him, and further ahead is the fragile magic circle held up by the magicians for him.

Ling Yu opened his palm, and one arrow turned into a hundred, and then turned into millions.

She raised her hand slightly lazily, and with a single click, thousands of arrows were fired.

No matter now or before, she doesn't like others pointing weapons at her.

Most people who do this will also die.

Some have no idea how many lives they have been reincarnated, and many more are in a state of despair.

She shows no mercy.

The arrows easily broke through the formation, but when they flew in front of the soldiers, they stopped again.

The scout's information had been sent up, and Lingyu and Weiwuhou looked at each other from a distance.

This young Marquis can be regarded as calm in the face of danger. At this time, he still has time to open the information and take a closer look.

Ling Yu held his palm, and all the arrows he transformed instantly dissipated.

Only one arrow was left, which was pointed at Wei Wuhou. This was also the arrow he shot towards Ling Yu.

After reading the information, Marquis Weiwu looked up at Ling Yu.The arrow with a cold light flew towards him with great force at this moment, and stopped again when it was five steps away from him.

Immediately, the iron arrow clattered to the ground, and everyone's hanging hearts finally fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the Marquis who they were protecting each other to the death jumped off the city wall.

The lieutenant general and the warlock were all shocked, lying on the wall and looking down.

Fortunately, Marquis Weiwu did not seek death, but fell on the horse and rode towards the god in the clouds.

"This..." One of the lieutenants felt that this was too ridiculous, so he wanted to follow up and stop Wei Wuhou.

But his own military advisor reached out and stopped him: "Let him go."

The military advisor held that vital piece of information in his hands. The city described in it would provide them with at least 20 years of military preparation.

If there are more, it can make the mighty prince take the position of emperor like searching a bag for something.

This good news came with the god in the sky. No wonder Marquis Weiwu was so out of his mind.

Even he, a usually steady strategist, wanted to go down and beat the horse and run around Danghu Pass a few times.

However, Lingyu didn't have the time to pay so much attention. After she made up her mind not to interfere with the fate of human dynasties, she released Xuan Yi, sat on its back and turned around to leave.

It's time for her to return to Mingjing Mountain.

She didn't have much thought when she left Mingjing Mountain, but now she was hesitant to go back.

Wen Jingchan said that it was her home. She didn't think there was any place in the world that she could call home.

But there, when she couldn't sleep well every night, she had the hard-to-find Xishan tree to help her fall asleep.

There was also a noisy little princess who followed her every step of the way, holding her hand and chatting with her.

For the first time, Lingyu felt scared but also looking forward to returning to Mingjing Mountain.

She had something on her mind, so she had no time to notice a white horse with peacock feathers galloping behind her in the mortal world.

It's just that how could an ordinary horse catch up with Xuan Yi, just like how could a mortal on the horse catch up with an immortal?

The young emperor was still just a prince at this time. When he was stationed at Huguan and thinking about his future, the blazing sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and shone on his blood-stained armor.

Then the scouts brought him great good news. The god in the cloud seemed to take pity on him. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but at this moment he became a devout believer.

Marquis Weiwu chased her until she could no longer be seen.

One man and one horse stopped at the Tiantuo River. The yellow-brown water rolled forward from the steep river channel, and the thunderous sound of the water beat against his chest.

There was a commoner Taoist priest sleeping on an old tree by the river. On his waist hung a sign made of lightning struck peach wood, with the word "Shu" crookedly carved on it.

The Taoist priest noticed that someone was looking at him, so he sat up lazily, stretched his waist to a comfortable position, and then lowered his head to look at the famous mighty Marquis.

He came here to look for the Marquis on this trip, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

Li Wangshu pinched the wooden plaque that the Marquis was fixated on, shook it in his hand and smiled at him: "My dear Li Wangshu, I have heard about the name of the mighty Marquis for a long time."

Marquis Weiwu frowned slightly, almost invisible. He looked at the Taoist priest in front of him, but his mind was filled with the figure of the god just now.

Decades later, the king who had ended the war and achieved unification was old. He often recalled today on his sickbed.

He said to the historian: "When you see the immortal lowering his head, you will know where to go."

"My destiny is mine."