Chapter 1037: Failed, Broken Blood Blade

Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. "Funny!" Lord Bingzun said with a serious face: "The turmoil in all directions, you, as the Prince of Nanxuan, should guard the Southern Xuan Kingdom!"
Nangong Changqing obediently lowered his head to listen to the training. Afterwards, he wondered, "Why did Master come to the north brake?"
He has always been obsessed with cultivation, and rarely leaves Heaven.
Lord Bingzun's face changed slightly, and he said calmly, "Entrust someone to do one thing. OK, you quickly return to Nanxuan!"
Nangong Changqing hesitated, "But I want to wait for Fu Yao to wake up before going back."
Fuyao Emperor Fuyao!
The apprentice is waiting for Emperor Fu Yao!
The Lord Bingzun's eyes rolled around. It seems that the person was right, Di Fuyao this stinky girl was really injured and is in retreat.
He subconsciously touched the blood-smashing demon blade hanging around his waist, and a blast of murderous gas appeared under his eyes. This great opportunity for assassination, he couldn't miss it!
"The plague has spread to Nanxuan, you must not go back," he asked.
After all, Nangong Changqing sighed, but said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go back immediately and guard the Nanxuan Kingdom."
It would be nice if he was not a prince of a country, without the shackles of responsibility.
After the Lord Bingzun sent Nangong Changqing out of the Northern Capital Emperor, a pair of savvy eyes stared at the direction of the imperial city and mumbled quietly: "The Emperor Fuyao, the good thing you did to the bad old man in the heavens, the old man is now accepted So, if you want to kill you, don't blame the old man. If you want to blame, blame your own life! "
The northern city of the imperial city was heavily guarded, and the Bingzun master spent a lot of effort to sneak into the palace.
He carried the Demon Blood Blade, rushing hurriedly to the Queen's Palace.
Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view, scaring Lord Bingzun into the dark, and his heart throbbed nervously.
"How could the Master of the Shao Dian appear here!"
Mo Wuzhen and Dongfang Festival walked in front of him, and suddenly felt a familiar atmosphere floating nearby. He frowned slightly, paused, his cold eyes looked around.
"What's wrong?" Asked the Oriental Festival.
"I seem to feel the breath of a respected Lord." Mo Wuyi said deeply.
Hearing this sentence, Lord Bingzun was almost scared to death, and the rushing escape left Beicha Palace.
The assassination ended in failure.
"Strange, the breath is gone again." Mo Wuyan frowned.
The Eastern Festival laughed, "It must be because of your stress in recent days. Illusion!"
"Perhaps." Mo Wuyan's eyes darkened gradually. "I can warn those old guys, if anyone is still obsessed with it, I will be found out and punish him!
"Let's go, presumably Xiao Fuyao is awake at this time, and we just happened to talk to her about it," said Dongfang Ji.
Mo Wuzhen just raised his calm mind again.
The two arrived at the entrance of the Queen's dormitory, and no one advanced.
Mo Wuzhen and Dongfang Jiyou pushed me, and the door of the palace opened when you wanted to let the other party go in advance.
Bai Ze stepped out from inside, and held the two in doubt, "Why?"
"Did she wake up?" Mo Wuyi asked nervously.
"Sister Emperor has just woke up and is still weak." Bai Ze paused, staring at the two with vigilance, "What are you two conspiracy!"
Dongfang Jixi laughed and said, "You misunderstood. We just have something to discuss with Xiao Fu."
"No!" Shirasawa resisted
At the gate of the temple, they were not allowed to enter.
"Dabai, let them in." The indifferent female voice came out of the temple.
Now that Sister Emperor had spoken, Bai Ze let them in.
Di Fu shaking in a white suit, sitting quietly at the glass table, looking at the two restrained people, smiling slightly, "Is the plague lifted?"
Dongfang Ji smiled bitterly: "Brother Mo and I are here to tell you that the power of the magic medicine is not enough to unlock the plague."
Emperor Fu shook for a moment. How could Bingxue smart not guess the purpose of the two, she said directly, "What else do you want me to do?"
She now has a hard time even releasing the power of the elements, let alone refining the holy elixir.
"The plague is overcast, and it must be completely resolved. Only positive energy that is comparable to the power of Jin Yang can be used. As long as this positive energy is added to the power of the magic medicine, the plague is lifted with less effort.
"So what?" Emperor Fuyao asked calmly, her pale face was sickly pale, and she picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea.
Mo Wudi said with difficulty, "the power of faith ..."
Emperor Fu's hand holding the tea cup stiffened there, his phalanges faintly pale.
Looked up and chuckled at the two.
"So I want to take away the power of faith in me, right?"
Mo Wu bowed his head in shame.
"Yes!" Said the Oriental Festival. "Xiao Fuyao, I know it's cruel to you, but ..."
"I refuse." Di Fuya lowered the tea cup and said lightly.
The Eastern offering was stunned, but did not respond for a moment, "Ah"
"I have done enough for the people of the world. Besides, I am not a saint. It is up to others to save the world." Emperor Fu smiled indifferently.
She knew her condition and she had to say no.
Otherwise, once she loses the support of her faith, her injuries will only get worse and her life will come to an end.
Mo Wuxi and the East Festival face each other.
"Xiao Fuyao, do you want to think about it again?" Dongfang Jie persuaded: "The power of the magic medicine and Brother Mo have been injected into the mountains and seas. Now it is the most critical step. There will only be more people! "
Di Fuya did not refute, but looked at him with a smile, "If I say, if you want to take away the power of faith, you are taking my life."
"Not so much." Mo Wuyi smiled pretentiously: "Just taking away the power of faith will not hurt your life."
"Muda Pharmacist, what do you know?" Di Fuyao felt suddenly exhausted, waved his hand, and said, "I won't agree, you two go."
She is not a saint, nor is she a of all peoples.
Only by living can she wait until Ye Zhongyuan returns.
Therefore, even if Bitian continent was plagued with plagues, countless deaths and injuries, and corpses were everywhere, she would not agree.
The Eastern Festival stared at her intricately, "The power of faith can protect you and has many benefits. But the Emperor Fuyao, why do you refuse to use the power of faith in a meaningful place? At first, all living things gave you the faith Power, now they need the power of faith to save them, but you are selfish and wo n’t take it out ... "
"Don't say it!" Mo Wuxi saw that Di Fuyao's face became increasingly ugly, and he hurriedly pulled out the Oriental Festival.
"emperor
Fuyao, I look at you! "The sound of the scream of the Eastern Festival drifted away.
"To save all living beings who will save me, I have nothing left of this vitality, so why give you!"
Di Fu rolled his eyes, yawned, climbed to bed, and continued to sleep.
Perhaps as Yin Yin said, the wounds against the sky cannot be repaired.
She felt so tired, she was so tired as before, she just couldn't sleep.
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