Three days and three nights, the fire surged into the sky.
The ancient palaces of thousands of years have been covered by fire. The foundation of a thousand years has been burned to pieces.
The sky above the palace seemed to be dyed red, and everyone's eyes were filled with blood-red fire, which was extremely dazzling.
Along the moat, there was no living thing, except the peony and red lotus, which were not afraid of the fire, and were in full bloom.
The sky was full of the behind-the-scenes, quiet and ethereal, and there was no burning sound, leaving only the melodious sound of the flute echoing, dancing with the behind-the-scenes.
After listening carefully, you can hear it, it is a nocturne.
Their hearts seemed to be swallowed up, and they were trembling with fragility when they looked at the palace engulfed by the fire.
"Squeak squeak..."
The kitten sobbed at the fire, his eyes were red, and there was a teardrop at the corners of his eyes, and his hair was standing up, which was extremely terrifying.
"How could it be?" Qing Lan murmured in disbelief. Although he had little contact with Feng Feili, he was impressed by Feng Feili's style.
At this moment, I can't believe that such a person is in the blood and fire.
Jiuge trembled slightly, but he didn't see anyone he wanted to see, and his heart was in a mess. He wanted to see her, but he didn't want her to appear here.
He wanted to kill the news and never let her know.
"Investigate this matter thoroughly." Wuxin ordered.
Three days ago, Zifeng City was attacked without any signs or any wind. However, Helian Jiuge, who was far away in the south, received news that it would take at least ten days to go from Nanxu to Yanfeng.
"Yes, Miss Wuxin." The secret guard immediately arranged a thorough investigation.
Jiuge looked at him, and he had the urge to kill Wuxin.
Suddenly, Feng Feili died for three days, how were the elders and the surprise soldiers?
"It's the sound of a flute, are you heard?" Jing Ao walked onto the bridge of the moat and faintly heard the sound of a flute coming from the fire.
Nangong Chen and others walked a few steps forward and heard it faintly. They were shocked. It was the sound of flute coming from the palace.
"Fai Li is not dead, otherwise how could there be a flute sound?" Jing Ao walked towards the fire, but he couldn't resist it after taking a few steps.
Such a fire is even more violent than his fire, and has even surpassed the eighth level peak, and it is not a burst, but a sea of fire.
How powerful illusion is needed to support this? It keeps burning for three consecutive days?
"This is fire, even the black iron can melt." Nangong Chen refused to say this fact.
"How could there be a flute sound?" Jing Ao was heartbroken and still couldn't accept it.
"The forbidden technique of the Feng clan, magic sound?" Jiuge frowned and said, "I am dead, but the magic sound is immortal."
"The Dongyue royal family must not die well!" Jing Ao suddenly roared, his eyes full of cold light, and a deep pain of hatred grew wildly.
Jiuge's expression was cold, as if Jing Ao was talking about the Helian clan, and he was disgusted as he heard it.
Originally, he would kill Jing Ao and others.
But at this moment, he was a little scared, afraid that Qiongying would hate him, and even faced him with swords.
"Squeak squeak..."
The kitten's eyes were red and he screamed fiercely, responding to Jing Ao's words.
Jing Hao clenched his fists, his fingernails slashed his palms, and a few drops of blood fell, and there was a sense of hatred in his heart.
And the hatred for the Han Yueqiongying flowed away without realizing it.
"I swear to be incompatible with the Dongyue Empire!" Nangong Chen made a harsh statement, Wuxin said that Dongyue had existed for too long and it was time to disappear. At this moment, he would take action!
Wuxin looked at the fire and said to himself worriedly: "Master, where is it?"