"Is there really no way?" The Lord of the Dark Palace frowned tightly.
"The Lord of the Palace, even if the Medicine King is here, there is no right solution. This injury is too cruel, and the purpose is to ruin his throat..." The doctors from four departments said in embarrassment.
The leader of the Fantasy Moon patted Di'an's back: "It doesn't matter, it will be better in the future."
"Is there any difference between me who can't play the flute and me who's dead?" Even every time Di An says a word, his throat feels as if it's broken by a knife.
The Sect Master of Fantasy Moon hesitated for a while and walked to the Dongzhou Camp: "Sect Master of Qingyue Medicine, can you see the injuries of my disciples?"
The Sect Master of Medicine Sect looked at the empress, and after Qingge nodded, the Sect Master of Medicine and the Grand Master all came to Di'an.
Di'an opened his mouth, and after observing for a while, the two seniors of the Medicine Sect shook their heads.
"Master Huanyue Sect, this injury is particularly serious. It will be a problem for speaking in the future, let alone continue playing the flute." said the Master Yao Sect.
Di'an was completely desperate, lost his soul like a walking corpse, and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the front.
He is a good-looking man from the Fantasy Moon God Sect. He has kind hearts and has saved many people with a flute.
Di'an was three years old and might not be as talented as others, but his love for flute does not belong to any musical and Taoist savage!
Di'an raised his hand to cover his eyes, and a pair of embroidered soft boots stopped beside him, and an ethereal voice sounded: "Sit up and let me see your throat."
After putting it down, the young man looked up along the clothes in front of him and saw his stunning face.
The Empress of Dongzhou...
"Empress, you..." The leader of the Huanyue Sect was surprised.
"My medical skills are not Mahayana, but I also want to do my best. Let me see, maybe I've been hit by mistake?" Qingge smiled slightly.
The Master of Fantasy Moon and the Lord of the Dark Palace looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Di'an opened his mouth obediently, and the throat was dark red. The pungent smell of blood rushed out, and Qingge narrowed his eyes.
Mu Qingxue did it on purpose.
After Qingge checked, Di'an closed his lips and looked elsewhere dumbly. He knew his voice very well, and he might not be able to play the flute in his life.
Thinking of this, Di'an was in pain.
"Empress, how about it?" The Sect Master of Fantasy Moon was a broken cane. After all, the Sect Master of Medicine, the Grand Master and the four doctors were helplessly injured. How could a young girl do it, even if she was the Empress who was famous in the Heavenly Realm.
"Can cure it." Qingge took out two pills, namely the bleeding-stop pill and the wind-condensing pill, and put them in Di'an's hand: "The bleeding-stop pill has been transformed, and the wind-condensing pill has been kept in it, waiting to sacrifice to the sky
I will heal your throat after the ceremony.”
"Is it really possible?" asked the Sect Master Huanyue.
"It can be cured, but the process is a bit painful. Are you afraid of the pain?" Qingge looked at Di'an with a smile.
Di'an shook his head like a rattle, "Don't be afraid, Di'an is not afraid of pain."
"Don't swallow it with good wind elixir." Qingge said.
"Dian, go back to the attic of the villa and rest." said the Sect Master Huanyue.
"It's better to stay here and continue to watch." Qingge smiled slightly: "The excitement has not begun yet. If you miss it, it will be regretful."
The two masters of Fantasy Moon and the Lord of the Dark Palace were all looking at Qingge deeply, as if they could understand Qingge's meaning.
However, the practitioners in Dongzhou all knew that few of them had extraordinary strength, and they were even worse than the dead Zhang Yu and the others.
What confidence does the empress have? I think Dongzhou can write wonderful things? "Sister..." When Qingge was about to return to Dongzhou camp, Ye Jingjing muttered in a low voice. Qingge walked over and pinched Ye Jingjing's face, "Dian
The Lord treats you very well, sister rest assured, our Jingjing is wronged, don't worry, don't harm
I'm afraid that my sister will leave in everything."
Ye Jingjing felt warm in her heart, but her eyes were still red. She said unwillingly: "I hate her hair, so annoying that I want to burn it all."
Her sister, red and silver hair, is as beautiful as an elf, and has a beautiful appearance. How can she be compared to a clown in the jumping beam?
Ye Jingjing looked disgusted.
"Okay, a fire is burned down." Qingge smiled and immediately left the Sibu camp.
“…”
The battle between two independent places requires five rounds each.
Three wins in five games.
Since the Battle of Di'an, Yang Hong beat the gong and announced the victory of Zhong Linshan to the public.
Yang Hong then said: "This battle will be fought against the God Realm from Dongzhou!"
A simple sentence aroused millions of waves, and everyone was noisy around. They opened their eyes wide and looked at the divine realm, Dongzhou, which was already surging in the undercurrent before fighting.
As everyone knows, the East Continent was once one of the five continents of the Divine Realm. The East Emperor was once the deity of the God Lord. Now he hated each other, which is the topic of conversation and laughing stock for the practitioners after dinner.
When the gongs and drums were ringing, Yang Hong said loudly: "Dongzhou, Divine Realm, please send young soldiers."
Qingge closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Let me do this first battle." Liu Yan'er wiped the Can Moon Knife and put away the handkerchief: "My Can Moon Knife has been lonely for a long time."
Qingge opened his eyes and smiled: "Master Liu, wait for you to return triumphantly."
Liu Yan'er walked forward and turned her back to Qingge, carrying a knife in one hand and swinging gently with the other hand. Her slender and white legs were very attractive, and the blood-red scar between her eyebrows and eyes reached her collarbone.
, which adds too much evil spirit.
"Soldier, go to the golden wisp!" After Yang Hong said that, Liu Yan'er and the soldiers sent from the Divine Realm jumped to the golden wisp platform together.
The Divine Realm sent Wang Yunhe's youngest son, Wang Qinghong's younger brother, Wang Shangdao.
The young master of the Beizhou Palace!
The king stood in Jinluo, holding a sword in both hands, with sharp and heroic eyebrows, and his face was as cold as cold frost.
He never forgot the death of his brother Wang Qinghong, and everyone on the territory of Dongzhou was a criminal.
They were headed by the Empress, ruthless and cruel, and jointly killed his excellent brother.
Since Wang Qinghong passed away, even though Wang Huanhe was calm every day, Wang often saw Wang Huanhe sighing in front of the window when he went upstairs, and would walk into the study to see Wang Qinghong's portrait, and stayed there for several hours.
The pain of a white-haired man giving birth to a black-haired man, Wang Yunhe had lost his outstanding son after decades.
Wang Shangdao opened his hands sideways, spreading his sword field, covering the entire golden thread platform.
The two long swords in his hand were shining dazzlingly. The moment Wang Shangdao shouted in a low voice, he rushed away quickly, leaving behind afterimages wherever he passed.
The two swords were up and down, and they stabbed Liu Yan'er's eyebrows and the dantian on her waist respectively.
When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous. No one wants to talk nonsense and fight cleanly!
When Liu Yan'er's palm was flying, she suddenly threw the direction in the right direction, stepped on the tip of the sword and flew up like a swallow, and ruthlessly slashed at the left shoulder of the king's Shangdao.
"Dao'er, be careful!" Wang Yunhe shouted.
Bi Yuqing, a lady from Nanzhou Rong Mansion, frowned: "Didn't it mean that Dongzhou Liu Ye has not yet reached the level of the magician? Why is her explosive power so terrible?"
Li Yuanhou Yishun stared at Jinluotai in disarray. With his strength, he was dazzled.
He must concentrate on taking the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven seriously.
Last night, he received news from the Ziyun Palace Master.
The Regent, who protected his sister, fell and entered the ice prison.
My sister has disappeared...
My sister has protected him for so many years, so he has to become stronger quickly and protect his sister like she used to protect her.
"Sister, Yuan'er has grown up. Yuan'er will definitely protect you and prevent bad people from bullying you!" Li Yuanhou stared at the battle place, clenched his fists with his hands, and silently recited in his heart.
When the two swords of the King Shangdao collided with Liu Yan'er, he failed to shake Liu Yan'er at all.
Liu Yan'er's body was hanging from the sky, and the knife in her hand slashed down.
Wang Shangdao raised his hands high above the top, and the two swords intertwined against the attack of the Cangyue Sword.
Liu Yan'er sneered and took advantage of her unpreparedness to kick Wang Shangdao's jaw. Wang Shangdao fell behind his body, flew out, and smashed it on the edge of the Jinluo platform.
At that time, Liu Yan'er quickly moved forward and stabbed Wang Shangdao in the chest. Wang Shangdao burst out with the momentum of the phantom spirit master. Liu Yan'er flew backwards and retreated one after another.
The six sects of phantom spirit masters!
Is the King of Shangdao so strong?
Everyone looked at each other, full of surprise.
In the past, everyone knew Wang Qinghong, but not Wang Shangdao.
After Wang Qinghong left, Wang Shangdao's strength flew thousands of miles and made so many breakthroughs!
Wang Yunhe sat next to Li Yuanhou and whispered to the heads of Nanzhou, Beizhou, and Tianshan Sect Master. "Master Wang, your son is amazing. It turns out that he is a tiger father without a dog son. It seems that this time
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven will be his moment of excitement." The head of the Yan family laughed.
Chapter completed!