The mage stirred the crutch in his hand into the flames, and the flames exploded into the sky in an instant. The flames shot straight into the sky, which was extremely spectacular.
While chanting the incantation, the mage put his finger in the basin to pick up some water droplets, and sprinkled it on the two of them. The water was cold, as if it had been frozen by endless ice.
"Sacrifice to the heaven." The mage shouted, and the maid beside him brought water to the two of them.
"Boom..." Before their fingers touched the cup, a loud sound came, making the entire party shake.
The officials below subconsciously looked towards the back, and a thick smoke continued to rise, and that convenient entrance was the main entrance of Dongshan Palace!
"King... the Dragon Emperor has rushed into the palace..." The guards hurriedly ran back to report.
When the officials heard this, their expressions turned cold. The Dragon King's men and horses all rushed to the Dongshan Palace. Damn, it's okay. They were panicked. Everyone was panicked.
The Ghost King above had dark eyes, staring at the thick smoke. He glanced briefly and then withdrew his gaze: "Continue!"
After sacrificing to the sky, Yue Wushuang was his. Even if Feng Xinglie destroyed Dongshan, he still lost, losing the most beloved person!
Perhaps, at this moment, the throne and power are not very important to him. What is important is that the woman beside him can become his wife...
"King..." The official looked pale and could hardly believe his ears.
The Dragon King had already attacked the palace, but the king did not panic at all and continued to hold the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.
"I don't want to say it a second time." The cold voice suddenly showed murderous intent.
The hearts of all the ministers sank, and there was a sense of fear in their heads and eyes. Beauty is a curse, beauty is a curse, it confuses the king. Now the entire Longshan is going to be destroyed, but the king's heart cares about the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven...
The loud sound of "boom boom" was ignited, and the powerful breath rushed through the palaces and rushed towards the square.
Purple fighting spirit was flying above the head, fierce and powerful... Everyone was ready to make a move, and they were not in the mood to care about this heaven-sacrifice ceremony. If they did not resist, the entire palace would be destroyed!
The mage was stunned for a moment. He looked at the current situation and felt anxious. No one could refute the Ghost King's words. He looked at the flames rising above his head and calmed down.
"Sacrifice to heaven!" the mage shouted.
The ghost king picked up the drink and brought it to the beauty.
"Drink it, and I will love you throughout my life." A firm voice sounded.
Wushuang lowered his eyes and looked at the glass of wine. This time, his heart suddenly ached. It turned out that he chose her, the beauty of the country, instead of the country. It turned out that he really fell in love, really fell in love...
What about her?
Is it right or wrong to do this? Maybe when everything is confessed, she will be worse off than dead...
With a bitter smile on her lips, she stretched out her hand to take the heaven-sacrifice drink. That's all, she didn't care about all the consequences, even if she died...
When the Ghost King saw her taking the heavenly wine, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face.
The ministers below were unsettled and looked back from time to time to see the state of destruction in the distance. They were all worried.
As the mage finished speaking, the flames burst into flames, and snowflakes suddenly began to appear above their heads. The wine glasses for worshiping heaven clinked together, and the two of them drank...
Putting down the wine glass, Ghost King He glanced at the woman in front of him, stretched out his hands and hugged her into his arms, his body trembling and showing excitement. After drinking the wine, they were a real couple. Even if Feng Xinglie came, he couldn't take her away.
, can’t be snatched away!
"The sacrifice to heaven is over," the Master shouted.
The ministers worshiped, but no one surrendered in their hearts. The loud noise of destroying fighting spirit kept coming, and they could rush to the square almost in the next second.
"King, the Dragon King's attack is too fierce, we...can't resist it..." the guard who came over replied with a horrified look on his face.
The ministers above the main hall were in turmoil, all whispering to each other. He had heard about the power of the Dragon King. He raised his eyes to look at the king, waiting for him to speak.
"All the secret guards are dispatched, and I will go out to fight in person." The Ghost King said softly, with a hint of determination to win.
After hearing this, the panicked mind of the minister below calmed down a little. Looking at the king, he must have some magic weapon, otherwise he would not be so calm.
The Ghost King looked back at Wushuang and saw that she had not changed much, but was just cold. Something felt in his heart, and he felt that she seemed different. She was not too stubborn from the beginning to the end, just shockingly cold.
Before he could think too much, a powerful "swish" aura hit him from behind.
"King..." Seeing this, the officials immediately shouted loudly.
The Ghost King turned around, stretched out his palm, and the same purple fighting spirit shot up into the sky, causing sparks to fly, causing the snowflakes in the air to instantly turn into raindrops.
The ministers below immediately retreated. The contest between the two kings was beyond what they could withstand. The powerful impact shook the surrounding ground, and at the same time, the great cauldron below shattered with a 'bang' from the flames offering sacrifices to the heavens.
The purple fighting energy in Feng Xinglie's hand was like a purple net, and he struck out towards the ministers in the middle of the square. The purple aura instantly transformed into a huge cover, and it fell headfirst.
The Ghost King's eyes were dark, and he couldn't help but be horrified in his heart. Feng Xinglie's fighting spirit had increased so high. In just over three months, he was even better than him.
Looking at the cover moving downwards, with a move of his finger, the huge phantom attacked and bit his head towards the huge cover.
"I will give you all Dongshan's life!" A cold voice passed by, and two powerful phantoms appeared and bit into one of the ghost king's phantoms.
At the same time, there was another trace of fighting spirit in his hand, attacking the officials, and traces of cold and wild bloody light appeared on the handsome face.
All the people below were dumbfounded and even more frightened. Is this... where is the Lord of the Dragon King? That aura of destruction is simply a demon from hell. Every blow is extremely powerful, with an absolute instant kill.
, so that they could hardly even hide.
"Boom boom..."
"Ah..." After several blows, no one could resist, and the rest were filled with screams.
The remaining officials opened their eyes in horror and ran around. Facing the devil-like man, they were afraid. They didn't care about his officials in the DPRK or whether his country was destroyed. Escape is the most important thing now!