Gao Jinhuan looked up at her and saw countless black phoenix feathers flying above her head.
It was as if he saw the birth of a new king, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.
The next moment, he bowed to the ground towards Helan Heiyun.
He wanted to kiss her toes to show his loyalty to her.
In the morning light, the pungent smell of blood gradually filled the road outside Shangqiu City.
A strangely spirited war horse carrying an extremely tired figure appeared in the eyes of everyone at the top of Shangqiu City.
Countless people from the Northern Wei Dynasty continued to die, making it difficult and painful for the Demon Sect to even raise its head.
However, at this moment, when no one in Shangqiu could sense the strange aura in Luoyang City, the Demon Sect sensed a strange aura in Luoyang City.
There was a somewhat emotional look in his eyes again.
The road is long and blocked.
Just as he thought, his dilemma here was not solved. There was a smooth road in front of him, and there was no one in the world who could surpass him.
There are variables in Luoyang City, and it is a bigger situation than what he is here.
Therefore, the "Uncle Master" who controlled him at this time was indeed as he thought. He was not the one in charge of the chessboard, and he was still a chess piece on the chessboard.
He sighed somewhat sadly.
He actually wanted to talk to his "Uncle Master", but he knew that the other person would not think the same as him.
The walls of Shangqiu City echoed with the roar of countless ordnance.
No one knew why he sighed so sadly, but these powerful voices were a response to his sigh.
"Lord Demon Sect."
A voice sounded.
This voice was very upright and peaceful. Just hearing the voice but not seeing the person already made people feel upright.
When the voice fell, a tall and tall middle-aged practitioner also fell from the top of the city.
This is a general wearing light armor.
He has thick eyebrows, a short beard, a very calm expression, and an iron-blooded aura about him.
After Mo Zong rebelled against the Northern Wei Dynasty, the practitioners and generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty only called Mo Zong "Mo Zong" and no longer added the honorific title "Sir".
But this general still calls him Lord Demon Sect.
Even the moment his feet landed on the ground, he bowed seriously to the Demon Sect and saluted, and then said: "Junior Qu Tingshan, a person from Qujiang, received the kindness of the Demon Sect in his early years.
Hui, so I asked the peak to be the first to come out and fight Master Demon Sect."
The Demon Sect looked at this general and nodded slightly.
Throughout the Northern Wei Dynasty, he corrected many shortcomings, resettled several workshops and some practice places, and gave many people opportunities and favors.
This general was just one of the countless Northern Wei people who once respected him immensely.
"Your death was useful."
Mo Zong looked at this general and said seriously.
No one understood what he said at this time, not even the general.
There was a thunder in the plains.
This general inspired all the precious true energy in his body, flew up, and slashed at him.
Mo Zong's fingers flicked.
He actually can do it without even moving his fingers.
But this was also a sign of respect for the general.
There was a pop.
A bloody hole appeared in the general's heart.
His figure is still flying through the air, the sword is still moving forward, but this general is dead.
Hot blood spilled on the ground, and the entire sky was instantly covered by the luster of metal.
Countless arrows, blades thrown from flying swords and ordnance, and crossbow arrows were like a sea heading toward the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect looked at the incoming metal waves in silence, with only tiredness and boredom in his eyes.
Dangdangdangdang
Countless metal vibrations sounded, as if countless blacksmith shops suddenly appeared on the main road outside Shangqiu City.
When a large amount of dust and debris was raised, densely packed arrow branches and various metal objects were stuck on the ground, like a metal rice field.
The cool wind blew through these metal branches, emitting a heart-stopping low hum.
Wei Changgong and many generals and practitioners on the city gate tensed up. The expressions on their faces were unusually determined. The power in their bodies was ready to go. However, in the next moment, the resolute expressions on their faces turned into shock.
Then it turned into horror.
"Where's the Demon Sect!"
"Where is he!"
Nervous and horrified shouts and screams sounded almost at the same time!
Where the smoke and dust fell, the horse under Mo Zong had turned into a pile of broken flesh and blood, but there was no figure of Mo Zong in the broken flesh and blood.
No one thought that this blow had killed Mo Zong and shattered his body into pieces.
However, in everyone's sight, the trace of the Demon Sect was lost.
"Where is he?"
Not only them, but also the "Uncle Master" who had always been following the Demon Sect, always hiding his figure and watching him in the dark, had completely lost track of him.
Yuwen Lie was also very tired.
But looking at the Demon Sect disappearing on the road outside Shangqiu City, when those densely packed metal branches entered his eyes, his pupils shrank violently, and the hair on his body felt as if he had suddenly suffered an extreme cold.
Stand upright.
It wasn't just the traces of the Demon Sect that were missing from his eyes.
There was also no trace of the Demon Sect and the Destiny Blood Box in his perception.
This is completely impossible and unreasonable to him.
His heart beat violently and his breathing became rapid.
There is only one possibility.
Mo Zong has mastered the method of controlling the Destiny Blood Box, or at least he has mastered the method of not being controlled by his Qi machine.
After thinking about this clearly, cold sweat began to break out from his body.
Cold sweat soaked his clothes and made him tremble.
He can control the Demon Sect only because he has the means to control the Destiny Blood Box to instantly kill the Demon Sect. But if this method fails, then he will naturally become the prey of the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect's cultivation and strength were far superior to his, and it was impossible for him to match him.
He looked around in fear, his heart filled with the desire to escape. However, in the next dozens of breaths, the Demon Sect never appeared.
His mood calmed down a little.
He began to understand that the situation might be slightly better than he first thought.
The Demon Sect has not found a way to completely eliminate his control, but has only managed to cover up his own aura so that he cannot easily find him.
But the chill in his heart did not disappear.
He only felt that people like Mo Zong could take the second and third steps if they could take the first step.
He just hoped that there would be no accidents in Luoyang, and that the Nine Death Silkworms would truly be back in their hands.
The Demon Sect walked quietly in Shangqiu City.
The whole city of Shangqiu is full of tragic and heroic atmosphere.
There were countless sounds and emotions in the streets and alleys constantly rushing into his ears and mind, but he avoided everyone's eyes and ears. He was walking in the streets and alleys like a real ghost, but there was no one there.