(805 I don't want to live forever and miss the common people, and I am suffering to be rescued and turned into puppet soldiers)

As soon as Lan Ruoshuang heard the words "the worry of losing the country", she couldn't help but laugh coquettishly.

"What does this so-called dead country have to do with your King Yun?

"In the future, Emperor Kun Yuan will control Shiyu, will he visualize his waste wood son who is ashamed of the Hao bloodline, and be ridiculed again?

"Your Highness, wouldn't it be better for you to sit obediently in the Golden Jade City, on the Qingliang Mountain, and watch me destroy that filthy dynasty?

"As long as the slave family lives forever, they have no interest in the throne in the Houtu Dynasty. In the future, His Royal Highness wants to be a great treasure, and it is also a matter of you and me.

"Besides, the slave family is not as picky about bloodline as the Hao clan. Although His Royal Highness is a waste vein and cannot cultivate, and he looks a little deficient in qi and blood, his bones are clear and his temperament is outstanding. Your father minds, but the slave family doesn't mind.

"After the Heavenly Tribulation in the future, the slave family will visualize His Highness again, so that you can sit firmly in the country and bless the people, why not?" But change the surname Hao," Lan Ruoshuang covered her mouth and smiled shyly, "How can Your Highness have your position?"

The more Lan Ruoshuang said this, the closer her face got to King Yun, and she almost climbed up. Du Li couldn't stand it anymore and kicked it over.

She was kicked and rolled and fell to the ground, but she did not have a seizure, but turned back and continued to say to the Cloud King:

"Your Highness can't make up your mind, you can think about this matter slowly, there is time. The slave family is infatuated and will wait for His Highness's reply.

"It's just that for this northern expedition, please ask Your Highness to slow down for a few days. When the slave family sends a message to His Highness, His Highness will go and erect the tower, and everything will be fine. ”

King Yun knew that what Lan Ruoshuang said was true. No matter what Emperor Kun Yuan treated him, as a waste vein, it was absolutely impossible for the Hao clan to let him still exist after the re-creation of the world.

The thing that Lan Ruoshuang designed for him was also very simple to him, and it seemed to be extremely reasonable.

Because it had taken him more than three months to go all the way north, there was no time limit. It is also impossible for the Privy Council to control the deadlines.

If he spends a few more days, Lan Ruoshuang has already obtained the inheritance and left, and he will go to erect the Zhenyuan Tower again, he will really have his own place, and no one can question him.

Even if Lan Ruoshuang wants to attack the Houtu Dynasty in the future, he doesn't have to blatantly cooperate with Lan Ruoshuang, he just needs to sit in the rear and stand still, just sit back and watch the fall of Houtu City.

Lan Ruoshuang's purpose is only Hun Yuan Shiyu, and if he takes this thing, he will leave, and it is impossible to continue to attack Jinyu and Jinyu Prefectures in the south.

But he was not a monk, he was a Confucian scholar. Confucianism does not pay attention to the afterlife. Confucianism only pays attention to the present world.

Mortals are alive for less than a hundred years. After these hundred years have passed until they have a clear conscience, they have done everything they want to do, and avoided everything they don't want to do, and they think that they have attained enlightenment.

The Hao family themselves are metaphysical, but they govern the country with Confucianism. This is probably because they want others not to seek immortality, but only to let them live forever. But this has nothing to do with King Yun, he studied Confucianism, and since then he has taken Confucianism as the foundation of his life.

He neither seeks an afterlife nor immortality, and he doesn't care whether the self can still exist after the catastrophe.

"You can't tell me. I'm just going to go as planned. You're good to go. ”

King Yun stretched out his hand and made a gesture to see off the guest, and then stopped talking.

It is not surprising that Lan Ruoshuang seeks immortality. It is not surprising that he walked in his ways. But the two are irreconcilable, and they are destined to have only one war.

It wasn't easy for him to come here. The monks who participated in the Escape Fight Festival and the army he brought with him had gone through an unknown number of bloody battles before they came here. The closer he got to the real Snow Country Ruins, the fiercer the resistance became.

The real snow country ruins are ahead of you. Otherwise, this orphan of the Snow Country, the Cold Dust Witch would not have deigned to appear at all.

Lan Ruoshuang didn't make any further efforts, just looked back at the Cloud King a little reluctantly, and then turned around and walked out of the cabin with elegant steps, turning into a blue streamer and cutting through the dark wind and snow.

Whether the Cloud King would accept her agreement to join forces with her, she had already calculated in the Qiankun Treasure Plate. The chances of her trip being successful are almost negligible.

But these things, she didn't need King Yun to agree directly. As long as her words are spoken and the facts are clarified, a huge variable is buried in the other party's camp.

Whether it is for her to obtain the inheritance of Xuanwu, or to go south in the future to kill Emperor Kunyuan and seize the first jade of Hunyuan, this will have a great effect.

At the same time, in the south, in a snowfield about a thousand miles away from the Cloud King's flying boat.

It's almost dawn. Although the days and nights are extremely long in winter in northern Xinjiang, the sky in the southeast here is still slightly white.

Such a faint morning light seemed to the mortals of the south to be indistinguishable from night, but in the eyes of the monks, it was enough for them to see the terrible scene around them.

Five monks in different costumes were sitting back to back in a simple pure yang formation they had improvised and looked at the mess of snow all around them.

The snow was littered with the corpses of all sorts of strange beasts. There are smaller white foxes, white bears that are as fat as mountains, and many more monsters that can't tell what they look like. Stumps were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

At this time, snow fell, and the mess was soon covered with a veil of ice and snow. All five knew that they couldn't hold out for long.

They were all Xian Xuan who participated in the Joyful Fighting Festival, and followed the army of King Yun to the north. For the sake of safety, they did not go forward, but were still thousands of miles away from the front line, stationed in a nearby camp.

They usually only patrol the perimeter of the camp, killing some dust people and war beasts who come to attack to gain battle points.

But this time, in order to chase and kill an injured dust beast, they pursued all the way and gradually relaxed their vigilance, only to fall into the ambush of the dust people, and a tragic battle occurred.

All five were badly injured and unable to move, and they had been out of the camp for hundreds of miles, unable to transmit back.

In this case, the only thing they could do was to sit and wait for the Pure Yang Pill to run out, and then slowly freeze to death in the snow.

"A flying boat!" In this moment of desperation, someone slowly pointed to the sky. It's not that he's not excited enough, it's that he really doesn't have the strength to raise his arm.

The other man trembled and escaped from a bamboo tube. This signal canister, which was originally used by mortals, contains gunpowder. As long as the wax seal on the top is removed, the white phosphorus that spontaneously ignites when it hits the air and ignites the gunpowder and fires out.

The flare burst into flames in the air, emitting a bright red glow. The passing flying boat did not fly over, but circled and landed, but did not land on their side.

This is not surprising as they are located in an area with rolling hills and rough ground. The small clearing near them was not suitable for the flying boat to land, but rather suitable for the ambush of the war beasts of the Dust people.

After more than half an hour, their Pure Yang Array was already ineffective, and they were only one step away from a complete collapse. The five of them were all cold, and even their eyebrows were covered with ice flowers, and finally a few people came.

The men were all dressed in black leather straight, with white hooded capes on the outside. As soon as several monks trapped in the snow and ice saw them, a sense of foreboding floated in their hearts.

The person who came was not Xianxuan, nor was it the army of the Cloud King or the Wind Country, but the Xuantie Guard!

In the entire area under the control of the Houtu Dynasty, the Xuantie Guard was almost everywhere. However, Xuan Tiewei is the most difficult yamen to deal with. Because no matter what other yamen do, there are still rules to follow. And Xuan Tiewei doesn't have to talk about any rules.

"Dao Masters, you are so seriously injured, even if we save you, we won't be able to bring you back to the flying boat. As soon as one of the Darkiron Guards saw them, he spoke, "Why don't you activate the Fire Molten Gold Body on the token?"

The five people on the verge of life and death all looked at each other a little. What this Xuan Tiewei said was true. With their current physical condition, if they broke away from this precarious Pure Yang Array, they would be frozen into ice corpses in a few breaths.

The Fire Molten Gold Body has a powerful power to restore the flesh. Once activated, although they will not be able to fly hundreds of miles back to the camp, it will not be a big problem to go to this Xuantiewei's flying boat to rest for a while, and then figure out the next step.

But everyone knows that this kind of thing is not a serious magic weapon, but there is a method of merging the body of the Xijia people. Who knows what side effects this kind of thing can directly fuse with the physical body?

There has always been a rumor among the monks of the Getaway Fighting Festival that the Fire Molten Gold Body is actually controlled by Xuan Tiewei behind his back. Once you use it, you will forever fall into the shackles of the Xuan Tie Guard.

The five men hesitated for a few moments, and one of them coughed dryly and said, "I heard...... Molten Gold ...... Originally called the Fire Molten Golem ......"

A Xuan Tiewei sneered: "This is the life-saving thing that the imperial court has equipped for you Xianxuan. You don't like to use it. If a few of you are sure that you don't need them, I'll take a few of them to the flying boat with wooden kites now. ”