It was raining heavily.

The team ran from the western border, heading to the Mu River King's tent at full speed, and stopped in the heavy rain... Every young man in the team looked confused at this moment. The robes they were wearing were wet with the rain, the stars burned, the rain turned into mist, and the horses under them were restless and beat the ground with four hooves. Not long after, they seemed to sense the emotions of their respective masters. The horses gradually became gentle from irritability, and finally lowered their heads and chewed on the cold frost and grass chips.

Tian Yu was wet with heavy rain, and his forehead no longer felt hot. The nightmare feeling that was previously confused and dissipated at this moment. He had never been as clear as he is now, nor had he been as helpless as he is now.

The "roots of disaster" buried by the Mother River now form a flame.

Tian Yu turned around and looked at the direction he came... In his hometown, he took all his relatives to the White Wolf King's tent, and now there is no doubt that he, together with the "powers" of the entire Mu River, have become the public enemy of the people. The "Donghuang" who was resurrected two thousand years ago, has controlled the most important things in this grassland war.

Human heart.

What Donghuang wanted might not be the establishment of a new order.

He just wanted to destroy the mother river and destroy the system established by Urle.

If this war continues to spread, the people from the Western border will soon join the struggle against the Mu River, and the number will increase. What it symbolizes is not that the battle of the Mu River will become more and more difficult, but that the grassland system collapses. Even if the Mu River finally wins, it will not be able to continue to consolidate its rule.

The little white wolf came to Tian Yu's side, and his voice was hoarse: "Now there is someone who has done what you want to do in advance... The consequences of this matter are irreversible and irreversible."

The light of the rain spread slightly beside the two.

"The deeper the burial, the deeper the injury." Tian Yu lowered his eyebrows, shook his head and said arduously: "In fact, if I had told the Western border earlier... the result would be completely different. At the beginning of the "yuansha", Muhe took action to solve the disaster, without causing too many casualties, not causing too many families to be disbanded, and not many people died. Then we announced our 'fault' to these people. After all, history is just history. After all, it may be a shame for the king's tent to lift off this fig leaf, but at least it can make everyone know that we have made mistakes and we are correcting."

The little white wolf fell silent.

He raised his head and said, "But...what should I do now?"

Everything has happened.

"Instead of worrying about whether the 'Mother River' can return to its original position, it is better to worry... how this war will end." Tian Yu raised his head and looked at the "Soul Evil" floating in all directions. He coughed in pain and said dullly: "The Eastern Emperor's iron cavalry is rushing to the defense line of the Mother River, and he is the one who initiates all of this. If we can kill him, then this turmoil will at least come to an end. There is a problem with the public opinion on the Western border... If we kill the Eastern Emperor, we still have a chance to remedy it."

The entire grassland is filled with "source evil".

This plague symbolizes the arrival of Donghuang, and no one knows better than Tian Yu how huge the number of Yuansha is... It took several hours to seize the local evil spirits with the chasing evil spirits in Longya Mountain, but it was only a little remnant. According to subsequent deductions, the entire stone wall of Longya Mountain should be covered with Yuansha. The real evil spirits should be condensed, not foggy cotton wool, not gaseous, but water droplets, or even solidified crystals. Such a crystal, in the hands of Donghuang, will bring greater disasters than the rushing of the Iron Cavalry.

He is a complete destroyer.

The only person who could punish Donghuang was the one who stood opposite the dark two thousand years ago.

Tian Yu looked towards the direction of the mother river and murmured: "Urle..."

...

...

There was a "swoosh".

In front of Donghuang, a floating figure in black robe appeared.

Ning Yi was also wearing a black robe, but there was a crisp crackling sound overflowing between his sleeves, and the dazzling lightning, divinity, and sword energy made his cheeks turn white sometimes. His body was not as dark as the Donghuang, but more like a pure light.

The two were only half a mile apart, but it seemed like they were separated by a natural barrier.

The cold wind in the sky blows the robes and hair of Donghuang and Ning Yi.

Below the two were iron cavalry fighting each other, the "old subordinates" of the Donghuang - those ancient iron cavalry that crawled out of the unknown darkness, with a constant number. As long as the black fog of the source evil has not dissipated, these iron cavalry will not seem to be exhausted, and the combat power of the mother river has already emerged, and there is a tendency to be defeated in the long front.

A clear watershed.

Black and white.

Darkness and light.

"I have... won." Donghuang looked at Ning Yi, and his voice became louder and louder, saying, "Can you still think that you symbolize light like before? Can you see the angry expressions of those people on the Western border now? Urle, until now, you still feel... did you do not do anything wrong at the beginning, and did you not do anything wrong at the beginning?"

He looked at Ning Yi, as if he was looking at the man wearing a lion heart mask, and now he seemed to have returned to two thousand years ago. What came to his mind was the scene of fighting on the Gods Plateau to the end.

The man wearing a lionheart mask at that time was condescending and declared his victory to himself.

But now the situation is reversed.

Donghuang laughed, and he looked down at the dead people under him, and the lives buried by his iron cavalry were swallowed up in the torrent of the source evil, and the pleasure of revenge filled his chest. Now he wanted to see the frustration of "Urle".

Then he raised his head and looked at Ning Yi, wanting to see the pain in the other person's eyes.

However, there were no... Ning Yi's eyes had many regrets. After knowing the causes and consequences, he remained silent.

The source evil aura that was suspended in front of everyone was still reflecting the scene here, so Ning Yi was silent, and everyone could see his silence. This young man who fought against the "God of Gods" on the Bronze Platform of the Mother River was considered by Fu Sheng and White Wolf King to be the second "Urle". Under the language of Donghuang, he could no longer speak or fight back.

Such a scene has confirmed what Donghuang said.

In the Western border, more people who do not want to believe are pale and frustrated.

The heavy rain sways.

Ning Yi spoke slowly.

"Mother River is wrong."

These four words fell like thunder. Ning Yi's voice was very light, but it fell into the hearts of the kings, such as the king's tent, but it was very heavy.

However, Donghuang frowned.

Ning Yi said softly.

“So we are bearing the price.”

The White Wolf King's lips were white. He noticed that the word Ning Yi used was "we" instead of "them"... There was only one word different from these two words, but the real meaning was completely different.

"Also... I'm not Urle."

Ning Yi looked at Donghuang and whispered: "My surname is Ning, my name is Yi... But you are right. I have some similarities with 'Urle'. For example, he and I like to claim to be bright."

He floated on the opposite side of the Eastern Emperor and said calmly: "People always have to learn and always have to see... This is the meaning of light existence, and without darkness, people don't know how to cherish it. He and I have never been a savior, but... the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

Donghuang laughed softly.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

This sentence sounds really funny... Especially from the words of this young man who is the same as himself in his cultivation level, what abilities does he have? He is just a life star, and what responsibilities does he bear?

A ray of green light between Ning Yi's eyebrows became even more grand.

"New word volume, open."

He pressed one finger against the center of his eyebrows.

The majestic vitality rolled away from the middle of his eyebrows. Just as the "Yuan" was pouring out of the sky, the sudden rain fell, and the vitality also landed at the same time. The countless iron cavalry from the mother river felt the pain on their bodies, and suddenly reduced three points. The wounds shone brightly, and the sword energy shone brightly. They raised their heads and looked at the source of the gift, then silently held the sword and continued to rush forward, colliding with the black fog of the "Yuansha".

The sound of fighting all over the sky.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and continued to say softly: "Shanzi scroll, open."

The second blue light jumped up.

In the distant River of Apocalypse, countless black murderous auras flew up uncontrollably, and a whole dark, dirty river water separated at this moment. Black and white separated up and down under the control of the power of the "Mountain Word Scroll". The clear mother river water in the sky fell back to the riverbed again.

Donghuang's expression suddenly became gloomy.

Ning Yi took a light breath, and there was a scroll of life... At this moment, he could not refine it in Xu Qingyan's hands.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A sound full of majestic sounded over the grassland.

"Kingqi, return to his position!"

A sudden eagle falcon roar seemed to break through the void and smash everything.

The king flag, which was inserted into the territory of Xuejiu, was suddenly lifted into the air and turned into a stream of light that shot out, sweeping towards the dome of the thunder.

With a roar, lightning suddenly appeared.

at the same time.

In the king's tent, the "king flags" in the hands of several grassland kings flew out uncontrollably, and streams of light flew away with a bang.

As hot as fireworks, it is against the heavy rain.

After this lightning disappeared.

One, two, three, four... There are eight rays of light hovering around Ning Yi's front, back and left and right.

White wolf, golden deer, black lion, silver bear, fire fox, green python, snow vulture, clouded leopard!

He looked at Donghuang and said calmly: "The name of Urle is not important, what is important is the meaning behind it."

Ning Yi recalled the line of words he saw on the stone wall of Hongshan.

My king pointed his sword and was invincible.

He said word by word.
Chapter completed!