1065. Chapter 1065: 1065 Destruction of Heaven and Earth 5
Murong Feixue was almost dumbfounded by the sight she saw. Her eyes widened and she shouted in shock: "Long Fei! Long Ming! Huahua, Evil Shadow White Emperor, Little White Bear..."
Murong Feixue called out dozens of names, but the entire palace seemed to be ashes, and no one answered at all.
Under the setting sun, the once prosperous large palace compound has become dusty. There is only the sound of the cold wind whistling from the inside to the outside of the entire palace. There is no one in the imperial garden, there is no one under the rockery, there is no one in the palace, everywhere
Everything was empty. Except for the furniture that couldn't be moved, everything in the drawers had been rummaged through.
"Did some disaster happen here? Everyone seems to have escaped..." Yuan Shi said, standing behind Murong Feixue.
"Impossible, Huahua and Mo Ziluo are guarding her, unless..." Murong Feixue suddenly raised his head and looked at a corner of the palace.
"It must be the Situ Qixue disguised as the Empress Nuwa!" Murong Feixue said through gritted teeth.
"You mean, she bewitched your son and turned the palace into this?"
"Who else can there be besides her? Long Ming is still in heaven handling affairs in heaven, not to mention that Nuwa has not collected the seven Nuwa stones yet, so it is impossible to resurrect Situ Longkong's soul. The only variable is her
The conspiracy, damn it, what is happening to everyone now..."
Murong Feixue's heart was on fire. After sitting there and sighing deeply, she didn't even think about where to find these missing people for a long time.
Fortunately, Yuan Shi kindly reminded me: "Who reminded you to go to the eternal world before you?"
This sentence immediately reminded Murong Feixue, and she couldn't help but feel her heart tremble. She asked in disbelief: "Is that Long Zimo always acting?"
"Long Zimo? He is very familiar with Ba Tian. He often goes there to have a drink with us and often gives us some magic weapons! I know where he likes to stay. We can ask him first." Yuan
Shi suggested.
Murong Feixue knew that this could only be the case for now, so she nodded and followed Yuan Shi on the road.
Both of them were at the supreme level of strength, and they didn't care at all how much spiritual power they spent at the moment. They didn't use tools like carriages. They just rode the wind and traveled thousands of miles.
Only about half an hour later, Yuan Shi took Murong Feixue to a place with mountains and greenery. There were small bridges and flowing water in the distance, and nearby were green trees and bamboos, and ancient roads with thin horses. Every scene was beautiful.
Poetry and painting. Occasionally, the breeze blows, mixed with the fragrance of flowers. It is a very pleasant place.
However, Murong Feixue was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all. She looked around and found no one coming or going at all.
"Where is the Long Zimo you mentioned?" Murong Feixue asked urgently.
Yuan Shi frowned and looked forward, pointing to a ruined wall and saying: "In the past, he liked to live in this house. I don't know why, but now that house has been razed to the ground..."
After saying this, Murong Feixue walked quickly and rushed to the place where the house once stood, but was now razed to the ground. After reaching out and exploring, it was obvious that there were signs of spells being cast here.
When Murong Feixue looked for signs bit by bit, and finally uncovered the graphite dumped on the ground, she saw a few large bloody characters deeply scratched on the muddy ground with blood-stained fingers...