Chapter 212: souls return

At sunrise, the Great Three Armed Forces stood outside the Wushuang City, and the armor was bright and still reveals the coldness of the night wind. The banner of the black and white spirits is in the wind, and the paper money is floating in the sky. It is clearly the victory after the victory of the living. At this moment, this piece of heaven and earth has become a feast of the undead.
Long Xuan and Luo Qi stood together. He looked up at the tower and Luo Wei stood on the tower. At this moment, the man just looked at the distance intently and didn't know what he was thinking.
When the first rays of the sun appeared on the distant horizon, the voices of the monks rang.
The master of the robes sits cross-legged in the mud under the city of Wushuangcheng. His eyes are slightly closed and his hands are close together. His Buddhist scriptures, except for his dì\'z, no one can understand, but no one dares to interrupt. His chanting.
In the middle of this Buddhist event, an old woman sang the soul song of the big week for funeral.
The huge soul-stricken scorpion smashed through Rovi's cheeks, and the song was quiet and far-reaching, making people somewhat indistinguishable from reality and illusion. Luo Wei listened to the fascination, this song is very similar to childhood songs when he was asleep, so that he can smile in his sleep. Listening to this song, standing on this high tower, Luo Wei’s heart was temporarily peaceful. At this time, Rovi believes that for centuries, countless undead dead in this city of Uzbekistan, with this song going all the way, can return to the homeland thousands of miles away.
"Hey!" a monk shouted.
Rowe fell to the ground with people, and piously prayed for the undead who had been here this morning.
"Through the city in front of you, all the way to the south, it is the homeland," Long Xuan stood up and said to the wilderness in front of him: "The city of Wushuang returned, the soul returned, and returned!"
Luo Wei looked at Long Xuan under the city. This person, on behalf of his supremely honorable family, expressed gratitude and comfort to these soldiers who died in the country. Long Xuan is also pious at this moment. His eyes are clear and facing many undead. Long Xuan seems to hide the desires in his heart, leaving only gratitude and respect.
"His Highness, he seems to be different from the past," Ning Fei said, standing next to Rowe.
Luo Weidao: "He respects the hero, who is buried in it, who is not a hero?"
"Including those small soldiers?" asked Ning Fei.
"It is all for the national war, what is the difference between the general and the soldiers?" Luo Wei reached out and grabbed a paper money flying on the city. "There are no young and old on the road in Huangquan. I don't want to be divided into high and low."

"There is an army coming over there," said the dragon ten behind Luo Wei, who was screaming at the north of the finger.
"It is the North Yan Army," Ning Fei face slightly discolored.
"My older brother should have arranged, and the North Yan army can't get over," Rovi said, looking at the North Army cavalry who came down to Wushuangcheng.
"Sima Qingsha came in person," Ning Fei saw the people under the Beiyan Shuaiqi, and said to Luo Weidao: "This person is going to win the Wushuang?"
"As for his soldiers?" Luo Wei also saw Sima Qingsha. In his heart, he probably counted the cavalry brought by Sima Qingsha. There are thousands of people. "This person may come to ask Mo Shangsang and Sima Yizhi. ," Rowe guessed.
Ning Fei did not go down to the city. Under the instructions of Luo Qi, he wanted to keep the security of the tower.
The three armies under the city were some sāo moving, but the masters of the robes, the monks, and the old woman who sang the soul songs were unmoved, as if they had not heard the hooves of the Northern Yan Army approaching.
A cloud off the iron ride stopped the road from Sima Qingsha.
Sima Qingsha no longer came, stopped, and quietly watched the spirit of the big week.
Long Xuan did not go to the war horse until he had done what he was supposed to do. He urged the horse to come to Sima Qingsha and sit down immediately. He rushed to Sima Qingsha and held a fist: "What is the reason for the Prince of Qingsha to come here?"
Sima Qingsha said: "Your wishes are fulfilled. Should I come to congratulate?"
Longxuan: "The city of Wushuang is the city of my big week. Prince of Sands does not have to be happy for me."
"You caught the evil spirits," Sima Qingsha no longer talked with Long Xuan nonsense, directly asked Long Xuandao: "Where is the evil spirit and Mo Shangsang now?"
"I don't know about this," said Long Xuan. "The two may be dead, maybe still alive, not in my Zhou Jun."
"You really don't know?"
"I have destroyed the Wushuang Moss family," Long Xuan said: "I don't want Mosang Sang to live. If this person is alive, isn't he going to chase after me to avenge the enemy?"
Sima Qingsha smiled. "It seems that my luck is not good this time. I thought that my second Highness would be a bit good."
"Then I will kindly remind the Prince of the Qing Dynasty," Long Xuan said: "You have to be careful about the Yang element. This person's ambition is too big. I am afraid that he will be unfavorable to your Beiyan."
"Thank you," Sima Qingsha raised his arm and stopped him from being angry. However, he would rush to the ministry who was desperately fighting with Long Xuan. "I will go back, I will deal with the Dong Shang Yang element, and I will not worry about my second place."
"Do not send," Long Xuan is a fist.
Sima Qingsha looked out to the Wushuang City not far away. This city was far away from Hefang City. Sima Qingsha grew so big that he did not come over this Wushuang City three times. In the past, this city was a Sima family. He didn't think that the city was a black city, and he never looked at the city. Now Wushuang went to the hands of Long, and Sima Qingsha discovered that this Wushuang City is so precious. He is willing to use xìng life to change, but Sima Qingsha smiled hard and he lost his life here. I can't change my frost.
"If you can't put down the city under your Highness," Long Xuan said in front of Sima Qingsha: "I want the painter to draw a picture of Wushuangcheng for you to comfort the love of the sand prince?"
"Second Highness," Sima Qingsha said to Longxuan: "This is my Northern Yan civil strife, not defeated by your hand."
"Then the black frost is the fate of the destiny," Long Xuan said.
"There is still one person, Luo," Sima Qingsha wanted to say Luo Wei, but his eyes returned to the person he had just seen.
"Sima Qingsha saw you," said the defender against Luo Weidao.

Is it?
Luo Wei, who has been paying attention to the master of the city, has only looked at Sima Qingsha, who is not far from the city. He said to the defender:
I will see it when I see it, and I don’t want people. Misunderstanding is a dead person."
Sima Qingsha recognized it at a glance. The young boy standing on the tower was Luo Wei. The first reaction was a light heart, and then it became anger.
Long Xuan turned back and looked at it. "Is the Prince of Qingsha seeing Luo Wei? He returned to the camp safely, but he was a little tired and not injured."
Sima Qingsha turned away and didn't want to watch it anymore.
"If you want to talk to your Highness, I can let Luo Wei come down to the city to tell you," Long Xuan still did not miss the Sima Qingsha tunnel.
"Dragon Xuan," Sima Qingsha stopped the horse again, facing Longxuan Road: "The wind and water turn, you don't have to be so arrogant. After Rovi Gāo\'guān Houlu, what good is it for you?"
"My business, I don't have to worry about the Prince of Sands," Long Xuan sneered.
Sima Qingsha took another look at Luo Wei on the city tower, which was really eye-catching and perfect. Sima Qingsha turned and left, and he couldn’t tell what it was.
"His Royal Highness," Sima Qingsha did not go far, there was a person who was alone, riding to his front, rolling down the saddle, crouching in front of Sima Qingsha.
Sima Qingsha recognized this person. This person is the personal assistant of his father, Sima Changtian. "How come you? How do you wear this dress?" What I have realized is that Sima Qingsha has a white face and asked for humanity. .
"His Royal Highness, His Majesty has broken down!" The people burst into tears.
Sima Qingsha’s eyes were black,
What time?

"The body of the armpit has improved, but after hearing the news that Wushuangcheng was occupied by Zhou Jun, it was..." The who reported the funeral was crying and could not speak.
Sima Qingsha touched his heart, and he couldn’t breathe, thinking that he would rob this chest. The thing in the arms was touched by Sima Qingsha in this way. The Prince of North Yan fell down and was not awake. He held a string of beads of ink and glaze in his hand.