The Nine-Colored Divine Deer's eyes widened, seeing that the fate of the entire Western Region was in chaos.

It turned into a mess.

My mind suddenly cleared up.

Before she took a nap, the Western Region was generally peaceful, and Dangxiang State was still the nominal lord of the vast territory of the Western Region. Its luck was at its peak, and it turned into a white snake. It almost had the power of a dragon, but was soon restrained by the Wolf King.

The so-called national destiny refers to the situation of the world, which is reflected in the traces of destiny.

Just like the snow disappears in spring and the rain falls in summer.

It's not a sign, it's what happens after it happens.

With the fate of the country like this, the world is naturally more harsh. The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked on, but saw that on this day in the Western Region, at least five siege battles took place. The various tribes that had hidden heroic hearts led the elites, and even the clansmen

The young and strong in the world set foot on the world together.

The conflicts that had been squeezed for hundreds of years in the Western Region exploded in an instant.

Different tribes do not surrender to each other. You are the Khan, I am the clan leader, and there is a Chanyu here. They all think that they are the best in the world. In the past hundred years, some have fought for water sources, and some have fought for hunting grounds.

competition.

Each of these small conflicts turned into big ones. In the smoke of war in this troubled world, it became the first knife to strike at the opponent, and when the knife struck, it saw red and blood.

Then I couldn't control it anymore.

Killings, conquests, checks and balances, waving scimitars, human ambition and anger are burning fiercely in this ancient land. Some heroes rise, and some famous generals fall.

Luck is at its peak in an instant.

The nine-color divine deer stepped into the void and saw the white snake that transformed Dangxiang's national destiny. The slow shadow of this huge white snake could still occupy most of the sky above the Western Region. Its scales were as beautiful as jade, but there was a ferocious streak seven inches away.

of wounds.

Something like blood gushes out from inside.

That is the so-called luck. Luck falls on this land like a waterfall, surging into the desert. Swords, guns, cavalry, heroes, bows and arrows burst out from it, and the magnificent smoke of the war in the troubled times burst out.

"The national destiny of the Dangxiang country is in ruins..."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked at the fate of the White Empire in the Western Regions and expressed his judgment.

Like a wonderful doctor.

She knows that this theory of luck cannot be taken seriously, but luck is like a pearl, and there will be good opportunities, but it cannot determine the outcome. Rather, after a hero rises, he will occupy the center of the whirlpool, and that is to plunder luck.

In body.

A perseverant person is as white as iron, while a deceitful person is as cold as ink. After occupying a high position, there will be rolling blue and purple. If you are lonely for a day, it will be muddy and muddy. It is people who do things first, and then their luck will appear.

Just like a person's complexion.

But in turn, luck also reflects the current situation.

The current national fate of Dangxiang Country is tragic.

This White Emperor felt as if he had been struck by a sword from a natural enemy.

Not to mention the majestic appearance of the past.

The scales were in ruins, the wounds refused to heal, and even the "Dragon Pearl" under the chin, which was ready to attack and gathered proudly, was slashed away with a sword.

Poor, pitiful.

But I don’t know where he came from, and he has a sharp eye.

I caught the most precious thing at a glance.

This time he was injured by the sword and the 'Dragon Ball' was taken away. It was as if a person's face had completely turned black, the corners of his mouth were turning blue, and his eyes were rolled back.

Regarding this situation, Jiu Color Divine Deer can only say one thing.

It's over, there's no way to save it, just wait to die.

The luck of the Red Emperor dynasty in the Central Plains is much more energetic than this.

At least I still have a breath.

The past is gone, but something seems to have happened last year, which forced the almost rotten Red Emperor of the Central Plains to take a breath of luck again, but it should have just returned to its glory.

The nine-color sacred deer steps into the void and leaps from the clouds.

"In the past, we should be able to survive for one or two years, but now... one year, no..." The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked at the distance, with the spirit of fighting reaching the sky, and made a judgment: "Maybe even a few months.

I can’t hold it any longer.”

"Is it going to be divided up and eaten by others?"

She probably knew the reason, but she was just curious about who could do such a thing. After thinking about it, the gorgeous and sacred antlers were glowing with brilliant light, and just a little bit, the white snake of national luck was glowing with little glimmers.

Shows the scene of the day.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was curious, but saw an illusory figure with rolled-up sleeves and robes. His eyes were dark, but there was a ray of light golden light, and Haoran came with a sword.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was like the vibration of all the people, high and indifferent.

"Bai Di, so what?!"

The long sword in his hand is simple and simple, with golden-red flowing light and lines.

Lift it up, cut it down.

The voice is indifferent.

"Please, please go and die first!"

The huge Red Dragon Dharma Prime Minister raised his head and groaned, and then slowly dispersed. The White Snake was directly chopped off. The Nine-Colored Sacred Deer witnessed this fierce and tragic scene with his own eyes, and his body became slightly stiff.

In the end, the scene she showed with her magical technique was frozen in the indifferent posture of a king, holding up the sword, rolling up her sleeves and robes. Even the sacred deer was a little frightened, and felt a slight chill on her back, and then she felt a little sad:

"The Western Region is really in troubled times. Where did such a person with the spirit of a king from the Central Plains come from?"

"How come I've never seen it before?"

"I don't know how much chaos it will cause."

"The Dangxiang State is about to perish. It only lasted for just over two years."

"Take advantage of Tuyuhun's demise to rise."

"After its rise, it married the Chen State and spread all over the world, creating great prestige; but its decline was also so fast, and it became like this in an instant. It can be seen that human kingdoms are like people, and they cannot grow one day at a time.

The most prosperous..."

"That little guy hasn't contacted me with the royal seal recently."

"Perhaps you have suffered a loss in these troubled times?"

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer sighed, looking at the Dangxiang State, which was just hanging on for a while, not knowing when it would be destroyed, and saw the swords and weapons rising from all directions, but the capital of Dangxiang State was full of singing and dancing, and the nobles wearing Central Plains silk clothes were traveling in a grand manner.

All are big.

There was endless singing and dancing in the palace day and night.

I heard that the leader of the Dangxiang Kingdom recently established a country, proclaimed himself emperor, and established a crown prince.

Select noble girls from various tribes among the nobles for the prince.

Only when Emperor Wu of the Great Xia Kingdom in the Western Regions saw that noble girl was young, beautiful and graceful, he beat his own son badly and took away his daughter-in-law on their wedding night.

But because he had so much prestige, he didn't dare to say anything.

Only his son, the eldest son who was sent to the Chen Kingdom in the Central Plains as a hostage more than two years ago, was robbed of his childhood sweetheart by his father, beaten half to death, sent to prison, and lived in desolation alone.

The closer the country is to its demise, the more noisy and enthusiastic it becomes.

Many things that were impossible in the past have continued to happen under this huge pressure.

The nine-colored sacred deer looked at this land with compassion.

It's so familiar.

If this city wasn't bigger, if the people here weren't wearing different clothes and speaking different words, she would almost think that what was happening here happened hundreds or thousands of years ago.

In a daze, it was like the kings of that generation were reincarnated here again.

Claiming their destiny, saying similar words and doing the same things.

Promote your majesty.

These things have never changed.

The nine-color sacred deer looked down at the prosperous world and jumped away. But when he passed by a place, he suddenly felt frightened in his heart. The nine-color stream of light flashed above his head. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his waist, and golden blood dripped on the ground. He turned around and

He saw a green arrow with an undercut hit him.

It was only then that an extremely sharp sound broke through the air.

The clouds beneath her feet were torn apart into a whirlpool.

Looking down, I saw the fierce flag.

The regent Chen Fubi stood on a high slope in the Western Region. The war bow he held in his hand roared fiercely, like thunder. His hair on the temples was already white, which was not in line with the aging of his age. His eyes were like an eagle, staring at the sky, saying
To be continued...