Chapter 207 Divine Beasts and Monsters
It just so happened that in order to support the frontline war, the Clouded Leopard Clan sent Feipeng back to plunder the supplies of the people in the fiefdom, but Ning Wuxie happened to bump into them.
Otherwise, there is a high probability that Feipeng will not stop at such a small place.
After grabbing Feipeng, Ning Wuxie rushed directly towards Hidden Dragon.
This journey is really not short, and the situation in Hidden Dragon City is constantly deteriorating...
More than two months later.
The guard force of the Mojiao Clan has retreated from the Hidden Dragon City Wall to the palace. Most of the Saint Clan's guards were killed and injured. Everyone is scarred and exhausted.
After repelling another wave of offensive, Mo Xin supported the seriously injured Mo Ming and retreated from the front line.
No matter how strong Mo Xin is, she cannot reverse such a huge disparity in strength. She needs time to rest, and once she retreats, the Mo Jiao tribe's front will immediately fall apart. Until now, the palace has become their only remaining position.
The Lanyuan Dynasty has ceased to exist in name only.
Even Lu Qiong had led the leaders of the demon tribes into Hidden Dragon City. Mo Xin heard that they had rewarded each other based on their merits. Lu Qiong had already proclaimed himself king, and was only waiting for the last moment to rush into the palace and kill him. Dead Moxiang.
This great dynasty has completely changed hands.
Mo Xin knew that they couldn't leave her alone no matter what, and that she could rush out at any time.
But this dynasty was established by the Mo Jiao Clan, and her fellow tribesmen around her were still fighting to the death for her, so how could she escape and survive!
As early as when the demon tribe besieged the city, Song Luoyun had oiled his feet and asked her to resign, but she didn't stop him, knowing that there was no point in keeping him.
The one who really has hope of helping him is another Confucian disciple...
Ning Wuxie in Yunlan Mountain.
Looking at the broken palace gate, there were many injured saint guards lying inside, moaning and gasping in pain one after another.
Mo Xin gritted his teeth and climbed onto a pile of debris. When the soldiers saw that Mo Xin had something to say, they all immediately closed their mouths and waited with bated breath.
"Clans!"
"I just received a message from the Imperial Master. He has been released from Yunlan Mountain and has greatly improved in strength. He is not inferior to me!"
As soon as these words came out, many soldiers suddenly burst into cheers. Although their voices were weak, hope appeared on everyone's face.
Only Mo Ming looked at her with wide eyes, a look of astonishment on his face.
"After the National Preceptor analyzed the situation, he believed that the current war has become difficult to recover. We have been injured too much. If we continue to fight, we will only destroy all our remaining combat power! The Imperial Preceptor asked me to lead everyone and my father to secretly leave Hidden Dragon tonight. Meet him outside the northern city, and after the demon clan retreats, we will turn back and take back the capital! "
Mo Xin announced loudly.
The atmosphere in the palace suddenly darkened.
Retreat...escape?
"This is not an escape! This is our home, the place where our Mojiao clan started from scratch. Nothing can take it away! The blood of Shenlong Tianming is in our bodies, and we will definitely return here!"
"Edging now is for better fighting in the future! This is a tactic!"
Mo Xin said hurriedly. Hearing this, many of the Saint Guards nodded excitedly, while others reluctantly accepted.
None of them were willing to leave here, but since Mo Xin said it was a tactic, they had no choice but to obey.
Mo Xin was relieved, because even if she didn't understand military affairs, she knew what a crude tactic this was. She made it up in just a few minutes.
Let’s not talk about escaping to the north. Where is it? All the demon tribes in the north rebelled, and there was no place for them at all.
The most important thing is that Ning Wuxie doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead.
But Mo Xin could only do this. She didn't care about the throne, but she couldn't just watch her own people die in vain for her.
Take them out first, maybe they will blame themselves and resent themselves... That is better than dying.
She walked down the pile of debris and saw Mo Ming walking forward. She glanced at him, and the latter closed his mouth obediently.
At night, everyone got ready to go, and several people carried a large wooden box covered with a tarpaulin. Inside this coffin-like box was their demon king Mo Xiang, who was still sleeping.
Most of the palace attendants had fled, and Mo Xin could only ask Chi Lian to look after Mo Xiang.
Outside the palace, there were still people patrolling and standing guard, pretending to be normal, while the large army secretly gathered in the back garden of the palace, prepared to take off, and broke through the blockade in the air to escape.
"Everyone, are you ready?" Mo Xin took a deep breath. She would definitely be attacked if she broke out. She didn't know what the consequences would be.
She looked around at the soldiers, and everyone nodded firmly.
"Okay, then follow my command...one, two."
Just when the third number was about to blurt out, and when the Mojiao warriors present were about to transform into the form of the Mojiao and rush into the sky, some noises suddenly came from above their heads.
Everyone was stunned and looked up in alertness.
I saw a flying peng flying close from the north, just above the Hidden Dragon City. After being attacked by the rebellious monsters who were sent to block the sky, several red lights flashed on the back of the flying peng, and the monsters died instantly and fell.
Feipeng rushed straight to the palace. When he got closer, he seemed to see Mo Xin and others gathering in the back garden, and landed directly in front of everyone.
Ning Wuxie jumped off her back, strode towards Mo Xin and saluted.
"Sorry, Third Princess, Ning Wuxie is late."
Mo Xin looked at Ning Wuxie blankly, his eyes blank.
"Where are you going? Are you going to run away?" Ning Wuxie looked at everyone and asked with a slight frown.
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The Mo Jiao warriors didn't know why they suddenly retreated without tactics, but the Imperial Master actually ran in directly. They can only continue to rest.
In the back hall, Ning Wuxie and Mo Xin Mo Ming were discussing countermeasures.
"Since you and I have mastered the mysteries, wouldn't it be better to just fight out?" Ning Wuxie asked, looking at the map on the table.
"That's true, but there are too many rebels..." Mo Xin closed her eyes and pinched her eyebrows.
"Why did they rebel? I heard they had the support of the Chu Dynasty?"
"Yes, the Dachu Dynasty provided them with a lot of supplies. They also provided many formations, magic weapons and the like during the early battles. They even sent monks to fight directly!" Mo Xin said angrily, "This is the time to attack the capital. , Dachu evacuated the people in order to avoid suspicion, otherwise we would not have been able to hold on for this moment. "
"I suspect it's Li Luobing's fault." Ning Wuxie said.
"There is no doubt, it's her." Mo Xin said angrily, "She seems to have gone crazy in the past five years. There are rumors in the world that this guy has become a demon. I really don't know what's going on!"
She suddenly thought of something and glanced at Ning Wuxie apologetically: "Actually, you asked me to stop her back then, but I didn't stop her at all. On the first day you left, she somehow noticed it, and then created a feeling that you were still there. The illusion in the city was not discovered until a week later by my people..."
"I already know this, so it won't affect me." Ning Wuxie smiled bitterly. If Li Luobing hadn't chased him to Yunlan Mountain to kill him, Jiang Ren wouldn't have died.
"Let's get back to the matter at hand. According to what you just said, all the forces have not yet clearly supported the poor Xuan Python clan, right?"
"Yes," Mo Xin nodded, "Lanyuan still exists in name, and Mo Jiao is still a member of the royal family. The Confucian side still recognizes us, but is unwilling to provide help."
"In fact, even the sixteen rebellious monster clans originally raised their troops in the name of saving my father."
Ning Wuxie understands the classic "Qingjun side" slogan.
"So, it was entirely because His Majesty fell into a deep sleep, his death was uncertain, and he was so desperate that he found a reason and dared to rebel?"
"You can say that."
Ning Wuxie touched her chin and looked into Mo Xin's eyes.
"Then do you think he can succeed?"
Mo Xin lowered his gaze, his expression gloomy:
"do not think so."
"You don't know what he looked like afterwards. It was very terrifying, and his brain was even...even I didn't recognize him."
"Even if it succeeds, the one who survives is the mythical beast, not him... Moreover, looking at that, I really feel scared. If it's not some kind of mythical beast, then..."
Ning Wuxie didn't know what Mo Xiang would become later, but after thinking about Bai Zou's appearance when he came into the world, it was quite scary.
"Is he in this wooden box now?" He looked at the wooden box covered with cloth on one side.
"Yes, you can take a look." Mo Xin nodded.
The box was large, probably able to accommodate two adults. It was warm under the satin. It was not fully covered, leaving a hole for ventilation. There seemed to be something breathing inside, emitting a bright and dark red light.
Ning Wuxie stepped forward, mentally prepared, and reached out to the silk on the wooden box, ready to pull it open.
But at this moment, the bright and dark red light suddenly burst out, instantly turning the entire back hall red. Ning Wuxie's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately retreated, pulling Chi Lian away from him.
Bang!
The wooden box shattered, the red light was dazzling, and the smell of blood rushed directly to the ears and nose. A frightening beast roar came from the wooden box.
No, it didn't sound like a beast, or any kind of creature that people knew well. It sounded like a broken bellows that was still pulling hard, and a deformed waist drum that kept beating.
That disgusting, distorted sound, that person instantly thought of some deformed and weird things that should not exist in this world.