Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 713 The Emperor's Wrath 03
Dongfang Jingao walked up the long bridge over the moat, and vaguely heard the sound of the flute coming from the palace: "The sound of the flute, do you hear it?"

Nangongchen and the others took a few steps forward, and they could vaguely hear the flute sound coming from the sea of ​​flames. The fire rushing toward them was extremely scorching hot, even surpassing the peak of the eighth order. How advanced and profound is the illusion that can sustain continuous burning for three years? Day and night?

"Why is there still a flute sound?" Dongfang Jingao recognized that it was Feng Feili's flute sound.

"The forbidden technique of the Feng clan, phantom sound." Helian Jiuge said, people died, but the phantom sound did not die.

Dongfang Jingao's eyes are full of deep pain, war is ruthless, there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat, life and death, but he is only a mortal, and he will be fettered by emotions.

Dongfang Jingao felt hatred in his heart, and swore word by word: "The royal family of Dongyue will not die well."

Dongfang Jiuge's face darkened. Dongfang Jingao's words seemed to curse him to the Helian clan. Originally, he would kill Dongfang Jingao and the others. He faces each other with swords.

Dongfang Jinghao trembled all over, looking at the fire in front of him, his eyes showed deep fear and grief.

Suddenly, the red lotus waiting to be released on the moat bloomed in the light of the fire. The red lotus was gorgeous and strange, just like the red lotus in hell.

The cold wind is blowing, ice and fire are blending, and the fire in the palace is flickering.

The corner of the black robe flicked across, raising the white tidbits. She couldn't see her face clearly, but could feel the icy cold aura.

Qingjun and Yechen followed, looking at the monstrous sea of ​​flames in front of them, they couldn't help but turn pale with astonishment, and they were always one step late.

"Master..." Wuxin looked from a distance, only seeing the back of the master, which was enough to make her tremble with fear.

The sky and the earth lost their colors, the residual wind, the fallen leaves, and it was all gloomy.

Helian Jiuge hurried forward, afraid to see her sad emotions, but she didn't have any emotions, and there was only endless desolation in her eyes.

"Qiong Ying..." He Lian Jiuge called out softly. After more than two months, he was not at all happy to meet her here. He didn't even want to see her at this moment, and dared not face her.

Qiong Ying didn't seem to hear or see, step by step on the long bridge of the moat, the fire light reflected in the deep pupils, the fusion of blood red and darkness, cold and sad.

She missed an appointment.

The buried memory suddenly awakens, countless images of the past and the present are intertwined, the smile of the king, the melancholy eyebrows of the father, it is not when Li is holding the flute...

Scenes of the past, finally frozen at the moment of disappearance, Ling Jun died in her arms, her father in the coffin, and the sea of ​​fire in front of her, all made her feel cold all over her body.

The red lotuses on the river are competing to bloom, strong and sad, enchanting and sad.

"Qiongying..." Helian Jiuge stopped her, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

"Who are you?" Qiong Ying's eyes moved slightly, and his desolate eyes were confused and gloomy.

"..." He Lianjiuge was speechless, feeling extremely painful in her heart, how could she forget him?
"Helian Jiuge?" Qiong Ying's gaze was sharp suddenly, his body was full of violence and coldness, and the surroundings were covered with frost, and the ground was slanted with ice.

"Qiongying, let's go back." Helian Jiuge softly comforted her. Although she didn't show any sadness at the moment, she was very scary.

"Get out of the way." Qiongying's voice was soft, but it was so cold that there was no warmth.

"Can't go, Feng Feili is dead." He Lianjiuge said in a deep voice, did she want to die for love?Don't think about it!
"He won't die, the sound of his flute is still there." Qiong Ying looked at the firelight, he often played the flute in the mountains, and he was very familiar with the nocturne.

(End of this chapter)