Ao Junxie glanced at Qing Kuang, and then at Nangong Jinsheng, who looked a little proud. He couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart, and said mockingly:
"The two of you cooperate very well! Without Qingkuang's orders, the Seventh Prince must have already controlled Feng Xiao and his daughter! However, I am still grateful!"
After saying that, Ao Junxie raised his fist towards Nangong Jinsheng and said:
"Seventh Prince! Thank you very much!"
"Your Majesty, you're welcome!"[
Nangong Jinsheng smiled and bowed in return.
A few days later, Fengyun's army made a triumphant return and marched toward Fengyun King City in a mighty manner.
In Fengyun Continent, the news of the destruction of Miao territory and the Temple of Light has spread all over the world. Entering the capital, countless warriors and civilians poured into the streets to welcome the returning Fengyun army in triumph.
It is extremely glorious.
However, Dongfang Mu, who had been traveling with the army all the way, was in the car at the moment, writing furiously, adding the last chapter of the Jianghu diary about Fengyun Continent. The lively sounds of people and cars and horses outside the car window kept reaching his ears.
It was night, in the great alchemy room of Fengyun King City, Ao Junxie unfolded a green cloth bag and displayed the fragments of the red dragon sword, large and small, in front of his master Ming Qianhe. Beside him, Qing Kuang, Xiao Bao silently
Watching.
Ming Qianhe walked to the lamp tremblingly on crutches. An old hand slowly picked up the fragments one by one. He leaned close to the lamp and looked at it carefully. His face was sometimes cloudy and clear, sometimes he nodded, and sometimes he murmured to himself.
language.
After a long time, all the pieces were finally put down.
"Master, how is it?"
Ao Junxie asked impatiently.
Ming Qianhe sighed and said:
"Creation! The temple's spiritual power restriction was forged by the two most ancient forces. Your Red Dragon ancient sword is also an ancient artifact. One glory and one loss are the normal way of heaven.
You broke the restriction and the natural artifact was destroyed! It is not impossible to restore it! It’s just..."
"Master, please tell me! Even if you search all over Fengyun Continent, the disciple must collect all the materials!"
Ming Qianhe waved his hand and said:
"The great path to simplicity does not require any rare treasures. It is very simple. It only needs to be fused and tempered with another powerful force from ancient times.
However, it is still the same saying, where there is glory there is loss, it is just one thing for another."
"What is that?"
Qing Kuang asked doubtfully.
Ming Qianhe remained silent for a long time, and his eyes slowly turned to the side. Aojunxie and Qingkuang followed his gaze, and finally fell on Xiaobao, who was at a loss.[
Xiaobao's bright eyes blinked, seeming to realize something...
A few days later, in the backyard of Fengyun King City, after a dazzling golden light flashed, an illusory shadow waved its huge wings, soared into the sky, rose into the night sky, and disappeared beyond the sky.
Qing Kuang pulled Xiao Bao, raised his head, and watched the dragon shadow slowly disappear.
"Xiaobao, sister knows that you are very reluctant to let go..."
Xiaobao smiled softly and replied:
"Sister, don't worry about Xiaobao. This is the Golden Dragon's own choice. Perhaps, today's Fengyun Continent is indeed no longer suitable for the existence of such an ancient clan. The soul escapes into the void and returns to the illusion, which may be the destination it wants.
Woolen cloth……"
A month later, a grand ceremony was held in Fengyun King City. Subsequently, Aojunxie officially ascended the throne as king and became the veritable Lord of Fengyun who unified Fengyun Continent.