The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Yaoyao's beautiful eyes showed surprise when she saw the ten-tailed fox coming out. She might never have dreamed that the ten-tailed fox would be Mo Zhuyue's monster.You know, the ten-tailed demon fox may not have a very good reputation in the demon world, but his courage and strength have always been the best in the demon world.

It is not a good thing to be serious with the ten-tailed demon fox.

Losing is not a good thing at first sight, and winning is even more not a good thing.

Mo Zhuyue saw the hesitation in Yaoyao's eyes. Naturally, she also knew that Yaoyao was not the opponent of the ten-tailed fox. She didn't want to see such an ending if the two really fought each other.

"Yaoyao, I don't want to fight with you. You are free. Leaving Feng Yun is good for you. If you feel indebted or something, it is completely unnecessary. Because Feng Yun will definitely die today!"

Yaoyao looked at the ten-tailed fox, then at Mo Zhuyue, and sighed helplessly.

"Many things are not what I want. I have to fight this battle."

A demon also has the dignity of a demon, since the demon must be beaten, Mo Zhuyue naturally wouldn't say much.

"Tuwei, I'll leave this to you."

In front of the city gate of the West Sea, the flames of war have become more and more serious. The smoke of gunpowder has covered the entire city, and the wailing of the people can be heard everywhere. The longer the delay, the more people will die.

"Okay, leave it to me here."

Mo Zhuyue turned and left, chasing after the gate of the city.

Yaoyao was about to go forward to stop her, but the tall body of the ten-tailed fox flashed in front of Yaoyao, blocking her way.

"Now, your opponent is me."

The real mission of the ten-tailed demon fox is to entangle the demon fox.

Yaoyao's fiery red eyes flickered, and the surrounding red flames merged to form a protective line, which was about to erupt.

The ten fiery red and thick tails of the ten-tailed demon fox danced recklessly in the air, as moving as the clouds floating in the air.

One red is flirtatious, the other red is fierce, the two extreme colors collide together, a huge spark occurs, and the war is carried out in the flames.

On the other side, Mo Zhuyue has already arrived at the gate of the city, and Long Canghao has also rushed over. The flames of war and gunpowder smoke are still pervasive. It is a huge enchantment, no matter how huge Feng Yun's cannons and force offensive are, they can't shake the city of the Xihai Empire behind Feimo.

Behind Feng Yun was a million-strong army, densely packed.In front of the million-strong army was an altar, on which three handsome and noble men were tied.

They are Yun Qingcheng, Long Junao and Xi Shenluo.

Their former splendor was gone, and they were tied to the pillars in a sluggish state. From the looks of it, their internal strength should have been sealed or abolished.

Only Xi Chenluo was the only one, his gaze was burning on the ink-colored figure on the high platform from the beginning to the end, even if he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, he could still distinguish Feimo's aura.

Guided by a melancholy and strange emotion in his heart, his eyes could only lock on the ink color on the high platform.

There was no shock in his eyes, and he couldn't express anything.

Feng Yun stood at the highest position above the altar.

At this moment, Feng Yun was wearing a black brocade robe with a lifelike golden dragon embroidered on it. He was domineering and arrogant. He stood there with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and just made a stop gesture.