Chapter 313: Can you remember the Lord?

"Yes." The soul replied, only to go to the altar this time, but Po was ordered to follow, and he was collecting news at the border gate.
Next to the holy pool, the saint looking at Suri's clear water is now a pool of blood, and the surface of the pool is shaking, even the entire holy altar is shaking violently.
"How can this be good?" Zuozhu raised his eyes to look at the situation, and asked worriedly.
Upon seeing this, the saint saw her eyes sinking slightly, looking directly at the holy pond, seeming to be thinking about countermeasures.
In the holy pond, Feng Aotian supported the Tianzhu with both hands, and saw that the aura of the meteor's body really slowly dissipated, her eyes dimmed, "Meteor, hold on to the Lord, I heard nothing."
Meteor vomited blood again, and the whole person was limp on the ground, unable to move.
Feng Aotian looked at her like this, then raised his eyes to look at Tianzhu, and raised his voice, "Who dares to move him with a master?"
Meteor opened his eyes that were already somewhat loose, staring at Feng Aotian, with a bright smile on his lips, "Holy Lord..."
Feng Aotian looked at the shooting star, and saw that his whole person had become imaginary and real, and seemed to dissipate in an instant. Her phoenix eyes sank slightly, and the corners of her mouth were cold and sharp, "Meteor, Meteor, open your eyes and look at him."
Hearing Feng Aotian's voice, Meteor slowly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, with a smile on his mouth, but he couldn't move anyway.
Feng Aotian could not be cloned at this time. If the Tianzhu collapsed, then the whole saint clan would be destroyed. She watched the meteor become weaker and weaker, and the small figure exuded a faint silver light, like The sky is full of stars, as long as you blow it lightly, it will scatter and disappear, and her heart will follow, and a sense of powerlessness that has never been felt before. She wants to keep the meteor in her arms. At first, Feng Yinqi drank that Thousand-Year Scatter for her, but what about Meteor? Could it also disappear in front of her like this?
Meteor feels that he is about to disappear. Now he has only regrets left in his heart. This is the real scourge. He has revealed the secret, but now it has caused the disaster of the holy race. If he can save it with his own life Saint Clan, then he died without regret, but it is a pity that the cat father-in-law has not eaten enough food, and he has not accompany the dog to lose weight. The Lord's country has not been unified, so he left like this?
Feng Aotian's heart tugged fiercely. She stared at the meteor, but her hands were supporting the Tianzhu, "Meteor supporting!"
She felt that now she could not say anything other than these words, and Meteor was limp in the center, and the whole person had become translucent, "Holy Lord... Meteor... can't hold it anymore. ..."
Feng Aotian shook her head. She felt that she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't help. She felt more heartache when she remembered the sound she heard at the Gate of the Future that day.
"No..." Feng Aotian shouted loudly. What else can she do at this time?
By the side of the holy pond, the holy woman looked at the pool water that became more agitated, and felt that the whole world was shaking. She immediately sat on the ground, letting the rain of blood wet her clothes, her palms folded and closed. The eyes, the whole body exudes aura, shrouded in the holy pond in front of him.
When the two envoys saw this, they immediately sat down and used their own aura to stabilize the holy pool. Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and then fell into the holy pool. The dog fell into the white light and looked at the white light around. Then he entered the fourth white light, and saw the meteor lying in the middle of the altar, the aura had dissipated, and the whole person was gradually disappearing.
It closed its eyes, and then rushed into the white light. Standing in front of the meteor, the meteor saw clearly that it was a dog, and said in a weak voice, "It's great that I can see you before I leave."
The divine dog snorted, and then the whole body exudes a golden light. With his eyes closed, he saw the golden light covering the meteor, slowly gathering the aura that was about to dissipate.
Meteor looked at the dog and wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do anything. He shook his head, "No, you can't do this."
The dog closed his eyes, but ignored him. He watched his aura returned to the body of the meteor. Time slowly passed, but the golden light on the dog slowly faded.
Meteor looked at the dog like this, tears from the corner of his eyes.
Feng Aotian is now fully concentrating on integrating spiritual energy with the thousand-year-old spiritual energy condensed here, and pouring it onto the Tianzhu.
Outside the sacred pool, the violently shaking world and the earth gradually calmed down, and the blood rain in the sky gradually stopped. At last, the sky cleared and the water in the sacred pool faded its blood red and recovered. The tranquility of the past.
The saint put away her aura and raised her eyes to see that they were still stained with blood, but the low-pitched rain of blood had disappeared. She didn't care about wiping the blood on her body. She just looked at the holy pond and breathed a sigh of relief. Escaped."
"Yes." The two envoys from the left and right were also relieved, and looked up at the saint, "Just now, I saw a black shadow rushing into the holy pond, what is that?"
When the saint heard this, she thought to herself, and then said, "It should be the dog that the meteor brought last time."
"Oh." The right envoy nodded slightly, and then saw the saint. "It's just that why is the world shaking, and it rains blood?"
"It should be the Tianzhu in the holy pond shaking." The saint looked at the holy pond indifferently, "I just don't know if it will appear again after this time."
"Blood rain in this world is also a thousand years ago, is it possible that the saint race will experience another catastrophe?" Zuo Shi also asked worriedly.
The saint sighed quietly, "This matter is not what you and I can stop, everything is God's will."
The two ambassadors nodded and replied, "Yes, God's will."
In the holy pond, Feng Aotian watched that Tianzhu had stabilized, she immediately put her palms away, then turned and fell in front of the meteor, and saw that the meteor had recovered. He was crying at the divine dog lying on the ground. .
Feng Aotian lowered his head, watching the dog lying motionless on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and seeing that he was much older, he didn't seem to have much strength, and he would disappear in an instant.
Meteor stroked the head of the dog and whispered, "It will give me all of its spiritual power, but it can't escape life, old age, sickness, and death. It's already old."
Feng Aotian looked at the dog, then at the meteor, "You can accompany it to the end of the journey."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, then he hugged the huge body of the dog, and whispered, "How can I get fat again? You can't eat too much in the future."
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor like this, then looked at the dog, remembering the dog’s former appearance, and his phoenix eyes were dull. Could this be their fate? So, will the things in the door of the future come true one by one? She suddenly felt a pain in her heart, clutching her chest, but spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Meteor turned his eyes and watched Feng Aotian vomit blood. The black blood dripping from the white jade on the ground was quickly eroded by the jade and penetrated into the jade, shockingly shocking.
The meteor was holding the dog, but he felt that it had come to the end of life. His heart was sour and he blamed himself for too many mouths. Now it is him who is dead, not the dog.
Feng Aotian left the holy pond with the meteor and the dog. The saint and the two envoys waited for her and saw her and the meteor come out unharmed, and then saw the dog being held by the meteor. The body of the dog was similar to that of the meteor. Da, Meteor held it in this way, only to see the top of his head.
Feng Aotian didn't say a word, but left the altar with the meteor and the dog. Instead of going to the border, he returned to Fengqi State.
In the capital of Fengqi State, Mu Hanjin looked at the light beam that symbolized the natal chart of the dog, and sighed faintly, "After all, he did not escape the disaster."
Standing on both sides of Mu Hanjin, Feng Qing and Feng Yang were silent. The dog was much older than them. They have lived in the Feng Clan for hundreds of years, but now, they...
Meteor held the dog from beginning to end, and didn't let go for a moment. Feng Aotian looked at him like this, and didn't say much anymore, riding Aoxue back to Fengqi State, something that happened five days later.
And on this day, a historic moment happened when Long Yin finally took the remaining 200,000 horses all the way to stab the thorns and stabs. Now he is battling the capital of Yunguo, with soldiers approaching the city, and the sky of Yunguo is gray. Yes, with breathless depression.
Yun Wuxu was sitting in the Golden Luang Temple. In these days, no matter what method he used, he could not crack the secret technique of Tianlong Cicada Silk. Is this really the fate of Yun Nation, and he has become the king of subjugation.
Yun Wuxu raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He had only been on the throne for two months, but now he watched Yun Guo be breached. Even if he died, he was still a sinner of Yun Guo.
"The emperor..." The officials knelt in the Jinluan Hall, all sorrowful.
Listening to the sound of the horn from outside the palace, it resounded across the sky, and then I saw a guard coming to report urgently, "The emperor, Feng Qiguo’s army has begun to attack the city, and General Mo personally led his troops out of the city gate to fight to the death ."
Yun Wuxu just raised his voice and laughed, always sitting in the Golden Luang Temple, while the hundreds of officials knelt on the ground and said nothing.
He held Tianlong Cicada Silk tightly in his hand, even if he was to die, he would take the Tianlong Cicada Silk to hell.
Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at the last city wall. His face was solemn and he didn't smile at all. In the past month, he finally broke through Yunguo, because he had been in Yunguo for two months before. He is very familiar, so he knows how to deploy troops to attack Yun Nation at the fastest speed with the most advantageous advantage.
Jin Yao thought of the hard fight all the way, they were invincible, and finally came to the last line of defense. Now that they can break this place, then the whole country of Yun is in their hands, thinking about the initial destruction of the boat, and now a general success. With the image of bones and bones, her heart was filled with emotion. This was the first time she felt what was a real battlefield, and what was difficult and joyful since the war.
She turned her eyes to look at Long Yin, and felt that he was a veritable of war, the of war. She turned her eyes to see that the soldiers were already eager to try. He raised his hand and waved, and the soldiers rushed forward.
The city gate was wide open, and Mo Fan personally rushed out with the men and horses. After repeated battles and defeats, Mo Fan’s past pride has long been crushed by tramples. Now he knows what is called God of War, but he is even more He understood that even if he died in battle, he could not be a slave to the country. As a soldier, he would rather die in battle than steal his life.
The hundred officials knelt in the Jinluan Temple and kept silent. Time passed by little by little. Less than two hours later, they heard the guard report again, "Teach the emperor, General Mo Fan has died in battle."
The whole hall was in an uproar. Now that even Mo Fan died in the battle, then Yunguo was afraid that it had already reached the calamity. They were all worried about their own life and death, and the fate of Yunguo.
After another two hours, the sky was getting dark, and the sky suddenly began to rain heavily, and the entire palace was washed again, but the officials were trembling, not knowing what to do.
Immediately afterwards, I saw the guards coming again to report, "The emperor, the enemy has already invaded the city and is now rushing towards the palace."
When the hundreds of officials heard this, they trembled with fright, and then hurriedly said, "The emperor, you are related to the future of Yunguo. There are old officials blocking this place, you should go first."
Yun Wuxu raised his hand to look at Long Chansi that day, the corner of his mouth hooked, and then he slapped his palms. He saw that the gate of the Jinluan Temple was closed. The officials watched in horror as the hall was closed. The palace lanterns, the sound of thunderstorms outside the temple shook the sky, but the breath of death in the temple made them shudder.
The corner of Yun Wuxu's mouth clicked, "Aiqing, are you willing to coexist and die with Yun Country?"
When the hundreds of officials heard this, they knelt on the ground and trembled. The prime minister naturally knew what would happen next, and then knelt in the center of the hall, "The ministers are waiting to coexist and die with my country.
As soon as his words fell, some officials were ready to die and responded in unison. However, some officials who were timid and afraid of death did not dare to speak out, their mouths turned blue with fright, and their bodies trembled.
Yun Wuxu laughed loudly, and then he heard a report from the guard outside the door, "The emperor, the enemy has invaded the palace, and the lowly ranks are swearing to guard the hall."
As soon as the voice fell, he heard the sound of horseshoes, shouts of killing, footsteps, and the sound of weapons colliding from outside the hall. With the sound of rain, Yun Wuxu slowly got up, and then picked up the prepared sword. , The sword came out of its sheath, with a bloodthirsty cold light. He carried the sword and stood in front of the prime minister step by step. The sword pierced the prime minister’s chest. The blood splashed on the bright yellow carpet and splashed on his On the dragon robe, there was a murderous smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he pulled the sword from the prime minister's chest, and then stabbed the officials beside him. Then he saw that the loyal ministers had risen one after another, shouting long live , One head hit and died on the red pillar, the whole closed hall was filled with smell, the other hundred officials retreated in fright and fled, but Yun Wuxu seemed to kill red eyes, with scarlet eyes, holding The swords were stabbed to death one by one. Until the end, he was the only one left in the huge Golden Temple. The corpse was everywhere. He walked slowly to the dragon chair, looked down at the dragon cicada silk that day, raised his head and laughed wildly, then took it. He lifted the candlestick on one side and lit the bright yellow curtain on the side. A gust of wind blew the whole Golden Luang Temple. In a flash, Yun Wuxu sat back on the dragon chair, holding the dragon cicada silk in his hand, and then lit it with his own eyes. Seeing it burned to the end, he just laughed wildly. He felt that he had taken everything away. Even with these hundreds of officials who were loyal and patriotic, he wanted to see Yun Guo return What can be left?
Outside the hall, Long Yin was standing under the jade steps on a war horse, looking up at the burning hall. At this moment, the heavy rain stopped. Without heavy rain, the entire palace burned more and more presumptuous, and the entire palace was neatly cleaned. Burning for three days and three nights before it stopped.
The sky was getting dark, but the sky over the capital of Yunguo was blazing, but the people of the capital did not dare to come out. They could only hide in the house with the doors and windows closed. What awaited them was not burning, looting, but safe.
The next day, when they walked out of the house, they saw the fire from the palace still lit and the sky full of smoke billowing, and they couldn't help feeling sad, and then they knelt on the ground one after another, bowing to salute.
Long Yin took the remaining men and horses, quickly gathered the entire capital city, and then reorganized it. Feng Aotian had sent a message earlier and asked him to temporarily take care of all affairs of Yunguo, while Jin Yao assisted.
When Feng Aotian rushed to the capital of Fengqi Country, he had just received news from Po, that Yun Country had been broken, and now only Le Qi was left.
Meteor hugged the dog and got off the horse. Mu Hanjin also stepped out of the emperor's sleeping hall, and saw Feng Aotian walking forward. He saw the dying dog by the way, and his gentle eyes flashed sadly.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at Mu Hanjin, but there was no smile. She felt that her current self was no longer the coldness and indifference of the past.
She held Mu Hanjin's hand, "Is there any way to save it?"
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"Huifeng Clan." Mu Hanjin shook Feng Aotian's hand and could feel her coldness from the inside out. Even now that she knew that the country of Yun was breached, she was not too happy.
She raised her eyes to look at Po, "How good is Long Yin?"
Po hung his head and replied, "Everything is fine with the dragon. He once again created a myth."
Feng Aotian could hear Po's admiration for Longyin, she barely evoked a smile, and then replied, "Well, let him pay attention to his body, I will visit him in a few days."
"Yes." Po responded, and then flew away.
Lan Jingshu and Leng Peihan came out, "The emperor."
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu and said with a smile, "Come over and let the master take a look."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, stepping up to her side, and Feng Aotian raised his hand to caress his face, "Don't work too hard. I'm thin after a few days."
Lan Jingshu responded warmly, "Yes."
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Peihan, "Your complexion has improved a lot. The imperial examination is about to come, so pay attention."
"Yes." Leng Peihan responded with a smile.
Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin's hand and turned to look at Meteor holding the dog, "Go ahead and talk about everything when the master comes back."
"Chen Gong sent the emperor to the emperor." Lan Jingshu replied. He knew that Feng Aotian was in a bad mood because of the dog's affairs, but it was a pity that he could not help.
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian like this. He seemed to think that she was like this she had never seen before. Feng Aotian in the past was always in the world, invincible, proud and confident, but, She is now in a somewhat downturn. Could it be that what happened to her during this time? Still in the holy race, what did she see?
Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin, and then asked, "Can the dog be saved?"
Mu Hanjin looked at the meteor, raised his hand to caress his face, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it from the Huifeng Clan."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and then left the palace with Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin to the Wind Clan.
Leng Peihan could see that something was wrong with Feng Aotian and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Is the emperor worried about the dog?"
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, "The emperor seems ruthless, but in fact he is the most sentimental."
Leng Peihan nodded, "Yes, the emperor has endured too much, and the emperor is ruthless, but she is the most loving and righteous emperor I have ever seen."
Lan Jingshu looked at Leng Peihan sideways, and said with a smile, "Let's go and work, and the imperial examination will be six days later. These days, some are busy."
"Yeah." Leng Peihan nodded. Now she has forgotten the pain of losing her child. It is not so much that she has forgotten, it is more she does not want to mention it.
Returning to the Feng Clan, Mu Hanjin asked Meteor to take the dog and put it beside the holy spring.
The meteor hugged the dog to the holy spring, and then carefully put it down. He squatted beside it and began to talk about it, "You said you, when you were outside, you always thought about this holy spring. If it’s done, just drink more and I’ll scoop it for you.

"Yeah." The dog was asleep for so long, but at this moment he slowly opened his eyes and made a noise.
Meteor was overjoyed, and quickly took the water bag to pick up the holy spring, and then personally fed the dog. The dog opened his mouth and drank some before he had some strength. Looking at the meteor, "You are really nagging."
Meteor saw that the dog was able to speak, and quickly raised a bright smile, "Haha, only you listen to my nagging, but you..."
The dog did not have the strength to get up, and then turned to look at the holy spring, "I have been in the Wind Clan for hundreds of years, but I never went out to see the outside world. These days, I am very happy to be with you. It's not in vain."
The tears of the meteor shed rustlingly, and quickly fell on the dog's body, "You will be with me forever, I won't let you go."
The dog grunted a few times, "You want to crush me to death."
Meteor quickly got up, still looking at the dog with tears, "Holy Lord and Mu Hanjin will think of a way to save you."
The dog said with a smile, "I know that I don't have much time. You just need to live well and bring my share."
When Meteor heard it, his heart became more and more sad, "But, it's me that it, you shouldn't."
The dog chuckled, "Really a fool, even if I live a few hundred years longer, I won't become a human form, but you are different. You are so greedy, you can eat more."
Meteor couldn't help howling and crying. He had been holding back not crying all the way along the way, but now, he couldn't help crying anymore.
The dog did not stop him, let him cry, but it was watching.
Feng Aotian walked to the temple, looked at the golden scroll in front of him, then raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "This golden scroll can only be opened once in half a year. Last time, in order to save Long Yin, he had already used Long Yin's six chances. If the body is to be opened now, it will take one month to count the days, this golden scroll may save the dog?"
"According to the age of the dog, it can't last ten days at most." Mu Hanjin said warmly while looking at Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Can there be other ways?"
"Yes." Mu Hanjin continued, "Now we can use other methods to let him hold the gold scroll until it opens, and then put it in the gold scroll."
Feng Aotian pondered for a moment, "Then what can be done to make it survive?"
"It is said that in addition to Lingyu, the spirit clan also has a way to prolong life. You can go find Yi Mu and see." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and said.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "Then he is willing to come back?"
Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "The emperor personally went to invite him, will he come back?"
Feng Aotian looked into the distance, "But now he can't remember the past at all, and now he is in retreat."
"What does the emperor want?" Mu Hanjin held Feng Aotian into her arms, and said warmly, "Is the emperor on his mind?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "If one day..."
She wanted to speak, but she kept the words to the bottom of her heart, just looking at him without saying a word.
Looking at her who was so hesitant to speak, Mu Hanjin felt more distressed, "My lord, you are becoming more timid now."
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, "Yes, my master is becoming more timid now. Sometimes, my master feels that it's better to be ruthless. At least, he won't be afraid of losing, but now..."
Mu Hanjin stroked her back and said softly, "The minister will accompany the emperor."
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh and condensed her mind. Even at that point, she wouldn't let them make any mistakes, even if it was ruining the world, she would not hesitate.
"Well, it shouldn't be too late. Master is now leaving for the Spirit Race." Feng Aotian released Mu Hanjin's arms and looked down at him, "I will leave the matter to you."
"The emperor, don't worry, the arrangements have been made in the capital, just waiting for the fish to take the bait." Mu Hanjin smiled and looked at Feng Aotian, her handsome and jade-like face was full of smiles, he made her rest assured.
Feng Aotian raised his hand to caress Mu Hanjin's face, stepped forward and kissed gently on the corner of his lips, then turned around and left the Feng Clan.
Mu Hanjin watched Feng Aotian leave, her gentle eyes flashed dim, what happened to her?
He stepped forward and went to the holy spring. Then he saw the meteor crying loudly. He stepped forward and walked in front of the meteor, "It's fine now, why are you crying like this?"
Meteor raised his head and was crying sadly. When he heard Mu Hanjin's words, he stopped crying in an instant, wiped his tears, looked at Mu Hanjin, and asked sobbingly, "Can you think of a way?"
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, and then said, "The emperor has gone to the Spirit Race. There should be a way."
"That's good." Meteor quickly grinned, and turned to look at the dog, "You are finally saved."
The dog looked at Meteor's suddenly changing expression, and closed his eyes not to look at him.
Mu Hanjin looked at the meteor, "But what happened to the emperor in the holy pond? How can she look at it this time, she seems to have something on her mind?"
Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin and stopped talking, "I can't say. Last time I disclosed my secrets and killed the dog, if I say it again, I'm afraid..."
"I understand." Mu Hanjin nodded, looked at Meteor and said, "But what's wrong?"
Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin with complicated eyes, "It's not a big deal, it has nothing to do with you."
Listening to his words, Mu Hanjin felt more and more weird, and she turned her eyes and saw that the dog was looking at him.
"You know?" Mu Hanjin asked while looking at the dog.
The dog nodded, and then looked at the meteor, "I am not a member of the saint race, is it a leak of secrets?"
Meteor shook his head quickly, "If you don't get better, I can't say, who knows if it will be."
Seeing that he was so nervous, the dog looked at Mu Hanjin, and then closed his eyes again.
When Meteor returned to the sacred pool again, he remembered what he saw that day, but in those circumstances, even he couldn't figure out what was going on, so how could he tell Mu Hanjin?
Seeing that Meteor was so mysterious, Mu Hanjin didn't ask any more. It seemed that there must be something in it that made her unable to speak, but it was about them.
Before Feng Aotian rested in Fengqi Nation for a while, he left and rushed to Rain Nation. It would take nine days at the earliest to come and go from the Spirit Clan. In this case, I hope the God Dog can hold it.
After arriving at the Spirit Race, she immediately followed the road to the Spirit Race and stepped into the main hall. She saw Yi Mu sitting on the lotus seat, still in a pink brocade robe, but the whole person was a little more. The ethereal air of Fen, a little weaker, she felt that Yi Mu was strange to her.
She stepped forward and walked in front of him. After standing still, she saw the person in front of her slowly opening her eyes, putting away her spiritual power, and raising her eyes to look at her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, drew his fingertips across his eyebrows, leaned slightly, approached his face, and whispered, "After such a long time, do you remember the Lord?"