Fu Canglu

Chapter 223 Who Is The Savior?
After Xuan Shangyu used the technique of sealing, no matter whether it was Yuanli, Soul power or Qi and blood, they all fell to the bottom at this moment.

The great master in purple robes sat on the bridge.

He quietly looked at the three young figures floating on the river of Buddha's bones.

"If you can't leave here"

"Then who can stop the three hundred red lotuses in Luoyang?"

Xuan Shangyu slowly closed his eyes.

If Luoyang is destined to be safe, then besides the three people in front of him, who else will be the last savior?
Who has this qualification?

Who has this ability?

Liu Baichan is dead.

Shen Hongying is not in the world either.

Repeated deduction and repeated deduction, but it is impossible to know.

He couldn't think of anyone else.

Under the blessing of the Tantuo Ksitigarbha statue.

Wei Lingshan frowned slightly, and said, "What did he mean by that sentence?"

Luoyang will be fine.

The little monk Qingshi shook his head.

"He trapped us in the Buddha's remains. What he thought in his heart should be that the three hundred red lotuses detonated, and Luoyang was turned into ruins after that." Qingshi frowned and said, "But when he said these words, he seemed to have Have a little morbid expectation?"

"It's not accurate to say it's anticipation." Qingshi thought for a while, and then said: "It seems that he is looking forward to this ending, and it is full of entanglements."

"But no matter what, he was right."

His Highness let go of the hand that was on the shoulder of the little monk Qingshi.

He said softly: "Luoyang. It's true that nothing will happen."

In Luoyang City.

Miss Zhong's family and Tang Xiaoman were exhausted and leaned against the bronze door of the south gate.

The flames of the Suzaku that started the prairie fire had just extinguished, and the rain of pear blossoms that fell from the sky was undoubtedly a miracle for them.

Zhong Xuehu raised her head, pear blossoms fell on her shoulders and cheeks.

It's a pity that she didn't have the strength to appreciate this scene.

Running against the flow of people to the south gate of Luoyang had exhausted all the energy of the two eldest ladies.

Zhong Xuehu and Tang Xiaoman's complexions were pale, their backs were pressed against the inside of the city, and in front of them was a dark crowd, crowded and crying, rushing towards the city gate.

Luoyang City is an extremely turbulent situation.

The catastrophe calmed down, but the countless streams of people were extremely noisy.

Luoyang is the capital of a country in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the most ancient city in the north!

At the annual Luoyang Scholars Banquet, an outrageous accident such as burning the city happened.

Is it man-made or a natural disaster?

But whether it was man-made or a natural disaster, the fire spread from the depths of the palace.

The metaphorical truth behind this is somewhat chilling.

The Heijia of the Northern Wei Dynasty began to dispatch quickly after the fire that burned the city was extinguished.

It's a pity that no matter how swiftly they attack, they can't suppress the restlessness in Luoyang at the moment.

Thousands of quacks violently attacked the city gates, and almost all of the sixteen city gates were attacked by coincidence.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Why close the door!"

"Conspiracy, this is a conspiracy!"

The Chifeng camp at the south gate of Luoyang was ordered to guard the city.

Yan Nanyu, the captain of the Chifeng Camp, silently climbed to the top of the south gate.

This was the cruelest scene he had ever seen in his life.

The blood and bone stubbles everywhere were crushed and flattened, and they were extremely detailed. A red and white scene of hell unfolded on the south gate tower.

Yan Nanyu took a deep breath, the red robe of Chifengying dragged on the thick blood on the ground, and the soles of his feet were a little slippery.

He was a little unsteady, his face was pale, and what echoed in his mind was the order from the palace.

He must lead the Chifeng Battalion to defend the South Gate of Luoyang.

Refuse to open the door.

Yan Nanyu couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out.

He knew that the defenders of the city were the elite Qingluan Battalion of the Luoyang Forbidden Army.

He also knew that on the top of the Luoyang city tower, the scattered machine springs mixed with pools of blood and bones were the three hundred heavy crossbows specially equipped by His Majesty for the Qingluan Camp.

Yan Nanyu knew better that the trip to Qingluan Camp was not led by the captain, but by that adult.

Therefore, at this moment, all Qingluan camps were killed.

That lord, the number one kendo master in the Northern Wei Dynasty for 16 years
Yan Nanyu's fingers trembling slightly while supporting the head of Luoyang city.

He took a deep breath, his chest puffed up slightly.

He saw the blood-stained corpse in the blue shirt and countless yellow sands.

Lying down in the yellow sand, still holding the fragmented black handle in his arms.

Yan Nanyu's ten fingers traced a blood-red trace on the top of the wall.

His eyes are red.

No one knows better than him that before the fire, the order to close the door came from His Majesty.

Is it just to be able to burn Luoyang completely?
Yan Nanyu lost his mind and looked back at the city of Luoyang.

At the South Gate of Luoyang, the huge bronze gate kept trembling.

The frenzied crowd was attacking the south gate, and there were countless lives trampled to death.

The sound of beating the city gate, the sound of crying, and the noisy sound of cursing, shouting and scolding, and screaming hoarsely.

The three hundred red armors of the Chifeng Camp have already boarded the south gate of Luoyang, ready to go.

Just wait for an order.

Yan Nanyu's eyes were red, and she grasped ten bloody gullies on the top of the wall with her ten fingers, and then went deep into her palm, until her veins were exposed and bloodshot eyes emerged.

"Hold on."

"Why should you stick to it"

"all dead"

"More people will die"

Is there a choice?
no choice.

His Majesty said that even a thousand or ten thousand lives would be taken.

Luoyang city head.

Among the tens of millions of frantic people, Yan Nanyu, the captain of Chifeng Camp, slowly raised a hand.

In Chifeng camp, this is the prelude to the shooting gesture.

But the hand paused slightly.

Yan Nanyu shook his head in pain.

He saw a familiar figure among the crowd at the South Gate.

The sweaty woman, who was struggling through the crowd, looked around nervously from time to time, left and right, waiting for the south gate to open so that she could leave the dead city.

However, she did not expect that the one who was standing on the south gate tower and about to swing down the butcher's knife was her husband of ten years.

Her right hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, even though she couldn't see the way to leave at a glance, the woman still had a difficult smile on her face.

"Be good, baby, just wait until you'll be fine"

There is nothing that makes a woman more happy than pregnancy.

There is nothing more painful than slashing a butcher's knife at one's own flesh and blood.

Yan Nanyu's hand hanging in the air became weak under the attention of everyone, and then slowly fell down.

The three hundred string-controlling men from the Chifeng Camp were stunned.

They couldn't believe the orders they heard.

"Open the gate."

Yan Nanyu's voice trembled.

He closed his eyes, countless pictures rolled back and forth in his mind, and said with difficulty: "If Your Majesty blames it, I will bear it."

After the man in the red robe mopping the floor said this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and slowly crouched on the pool of blood, then fell to a sitting position with his hands on the ground.

He is just a small man, loyal to the will of the big man, born for the Northern Wei Dynasty, and died for the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But little people also have their own desires and thoughts.

It was just such a little person whose sudden idea made the balance of the story slightly tilted and rewritten the final ending.

Yan Nanyu looked at the sky, with a hint of relief, and let out the resentment that had been pent up in his chest for a long time.

The man murmured with a hint of pleasure, "Fuck your fucking military orders."

"Leaving Luoyang?"

Duan Wuyin frowned and looked at the Zhong family man in the red Tang suit.

Zhong Yusheng nodded softly: "Yes."

"Then..." Duan Wuyin pointed to the city of the imperial capital, where the eight great families gathered, he hesitated to speak, "Just give up like this?"

The man from the Zhong family said calmly: "There will be opportunities in the future. Besides, didn't you swallow part of the old man's energy?"

"That Bodhisattva has already left." Duan Wuyin was a little impatient, and couldn't hold back his temper and said: "There is still old Mrs. Tang's vitality left there. Let's go back now, and the members of the Eight Great Families will not be able to react."

But the man from the Zhong family didn't wait for Duan Wuyin to finish speaking, and interrupted coldly: "Greedy can't chew, devouring the hosts since ancient times, all died of their own greed. You have the patience to bear it for so many years, can you just bear it?" Not for a while?"

"This is different!" Duan Wuyin gritted his teeth and said, "Now that you have advanced to the realm of a master, there are still a few people in this world who are your opponents. Even if you just met that Bodhisattva, it is not impossible to win. Why should we be afraid? foot?"

Zhong Yusheng looked indifferently at the young prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was wrapped in a black robe.

Duan Wuyin suppressed his anger, and said bitterly: "I'll listen to you."

The man from the Zhong family still looked tepid, and explained indifferently: "Since you have a devouring appearance, the whole world is your prey. You must learn to hold back and let go. You are not afraid of dying in the hands of others, but afraid of dying in your own hands." greedy."

Duan Wuyin was a little irritated, hummed, frowned and said, "Where are we going now?"

The man from the Zhong family looked at the young man in black indifferently.

His eyes were extremely calm, even a little indifferent.

Since the awakening of the phagocytic phase, the young man's personality began to change slightly.

Duan Wuyin, who was able to endure for more than ten years in Thunder City and hid his clumsiness as the eldest brother, had a meek and even refined personality, but after the first taste of the sweetness of the swallowing phase, his inner desires gradually increased, and he was a little out of control the trend of.

How long has it been?

Zhong Yusheng began to re-examine this young man in his heart.

The person I chose will undoubtedly be able to appear on the stage of monsters in the future.

But how can it be compared with those people who are both excellent in heart and character?

Can it be compared?
Zhong Yusheng shook his head.

"Leaving Luoyang in a hurry is not only because of that Bodhisattva." The man from the Zhong family thought over and over again, and finally gave his own explanation: "This ancient city is locked up, and the three hundred big red lotuses planted by Liu Baichan underground have already died. If there is no accident, Luoyang will no longer be Luoyang after today."

(End of this chapter)