Chapter 207 Divine Beasts and Monsters

It just so happened that the Cloud Leopard Clan sent Fei Peng back to plunder the people's supplies in the fiefdom to support the war on the front line, and Ning Wuxie ran into them.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that Fei Peng will not stop at such a small place.

After robbing Fei Peng, Ning Wuxie rushed directly to Canglong.

This section of the journey is really not short, and the situation in Canglong City is also getting worse...

More than two months later.

The guards of the Mo Jiao Clan have retreated from the Canglong City Wall to the Imperial Palace. Most of the Saint Clan's guards were killed or injured. Everyone was already wounded and exhausted.

After repelling another wave of attacks, Mo Xin helped the seriously injured Mo Ming retreat from the front line.

No matter how strong Mo Xin is, she cannot reverse such a huge disparity in strength. She needs time to rest, and once she retreats, the Mo Jiao Clan's front line will immediately collapse. Until now, the Imperial Palace has become their only remaining position.

The Lanyuan Dynasty is already in name only.

Even Lu Qiong had led the leaders of the various demon tribes into Canglong City. Mo Xin heard that they had already rewarded them according to their merits, and Lu Qiong had already declared himself the king. He was just waiting for the final push to rush into the palace and kill Mo Xiang.

This huge dynasty has completely changed its owner.

Mo Xin knew that they could not keep her no matter what, and she could force her way out at any time.

But this dynasty was built by their Mo Jiao tribe, and her fellow tribesmen around her were still fighting for her. How could she escape and survive!

As early as when the demon tribe besieged the city, Song Luoyun had already resigned from her, and she did not stop him, knowing that it was useless for him to stay.

The one who really had the hope of helping her was another Confucian disciple...

Ning Wuxie in Yunlan Mountain.

Looking at the broken palace gate, many injured Saint Clan guards were lying inside, and painful groans and gasps came one after another.

Mo Xin gritted her teeth and climbed onto a pile of debris. When the soldiers saw that Mo Xin had something to say, they all shut up and waited with bated breath.

"Fellow tribe members!"

"I just received a message from the national teacher. He has come out of Yunlan Mountain and his strength has greatly improved. He is not inferior to me!"

As soon as these words came out, many soldiers burst into cheers. Although their voices were weak, hope appeared on everyone's face.

Only Mo Ming looked at her with wide eyes, looking surprised.

"After analyzing the situation, the national teacher believes that the current war is too serious to turn back. We have suffered too many injuries. If we continue to fight, we will only use up all our remaining combat power! The national teacher wants me to lead everyone and my father to secretly leave Canglong tonight and meet him outside the northern city. After the demon clan coalition retreats, we will turn back and retake the capital!"

Mo Xin announced loudly.

The atmosphere in the palace sank for a moment.

Retreat... escape?

"This is not running away! This is our home, the place where our Mo Jiao clan started from scratch, and nothing can take it away! The blood of the dragon Tianming is in our bodies, and we will definitely come back here again!"

"Hiding now is for a better battle in the future! This is a tactic!"

Mo Xin said hurriedly again. Hearing this, many Saint Clan Royal Guards nodded excitedly, and others reluctantly accepted it.

They were all reluctant to leave here, but since Mo Xin said it was a tactic, they could only obey.

Mo Xin was relieved, because even if she didn't understand military affairs, she knew how crude this tactic was. She made it up just a few minutes ago.

Let's not talk about escaping to the north, where exactly? The northern demon clans all rebelled, and there was no place for them to stay.

The most critical Ning Wuxie didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

But Mo Xin had no choice but to do this. She didn't care about the throne, but she couldn't watch her fellow tribesmen die for her in vain.

Take them out first, maybe they will blame themselves and resent themselves...that's better than dying.

She walked down the pile of debris and saw Mo Ming coming forward. She gave him a look and the latter shut up obediently.

At night, everyone was ready to go. Several people carried a large wooden box covered with a tarpaulin. In this coffin-like box was their demon king Mo Xiang, who was still sleeping.

The servants in the palace had almost all run away, and Mo Xin could only let Chi Lian look after Mo Xiang.

Outside the palace, there were still people patrolling and standing guard, pretending to be normal. The large army secretly gathered in the back garden of the palace, ready to take off and break through the blockade in the air to escape.

"Everyone, are you ready?" Mo Xin took a deep breath. If she broke through, she would definitely be besieged. She didn't know what the consequences would be.

She looked around at the soldiers, and everyone nodded resolutely.

"Okay, then listen to my command... one, two."

Just as the third number was about to come out and the Mo Jiao warriors present were about to transform into Mo Jiao and rush into the sky, some noisy sounds suddenly came from above their heads.

Everyone was stunned, and looked up alertly.

I saw a flying roc approaching from the north. Just as it approached the top of Canglong City, it was attacked by the rebellious demons sent to block the sky. Several red lights flashed on the roc's back, and those demons died instantly.

The flying roc rushed straight to the palace. When it approached, it seemed to see Mo Xin and others gathered in the back garden, and landed directly in front of everyone.

Ning Wuxie jumped off the roc's back, strode to Mo Xin, and saluted.

"Sorry, Third Princess, Ning Wuxie is late."

Mo Xin looked at Ning Wuxie in a daze, his eyes dazed.

"Where are you going? Are you going to escape?" Ning Wuxie looked at everyone and asked with a frown.

...

The Mo Jiao warriors didn't know why they suddenly retreated without tactics, and the national teacher actually ran in directly. They could only continue to rest.

In the back hall, Ning Wuxie and Mo Xin Mo Ming were discussing countermeasures.

"Since you and I have mastered the mysteries, wouldn't it be better to just fight out?" Ning Wuxie asked, looking at the map on the table.

"That's true, but there are too many rebels..." Mo Xin closed her eyes and pinched her eyebrows.

"Why did they rebel? I heard they had the support of the Chu Dynasty?"

"Yes, the Dachu Dynasty provided them with a lot of supplies. They also provided many formations, magic weapons and the like during the early battles. They even sent monks to fight directly!" Mo Xin said angrily, "This is the time to attack the capital. , Dachu evacuated the people in order to avoid suspicion, otherwise we would not have been able to hold on for this moment. "

"I suspect it's Li Luobing's fault." Ning Wuxie said.

"There is no doubt, it's her." Mo Xin said angrily, "She seems to have gone crazy in the past five years. There are rumors in the world that this guy has become a demon. I really don't know what's going on!"

She suddenly thought of something and glanced at Ning Wuxie apologetically: "Actually, you asked me to stop her back then, but I didn't stop her at all. On the first day you left, she somehow noticed it, and then created a feeling that you were still there. The illusion in the city was not discovered until a week later by my people..."

"I already know this, so it won't affect me." Ning Wuxie smiled bitterly. If Li Luobing hadn't chased him to Yunlan Mountain to kill him, Jiang Ren wouldn't have died.

"Let's get back to the matter at hand. According to what you just said, all the forces have not clearly supported the poor Black Python Clan, right?"

"Yes," Mo Xin nodded, "Lanyuan still exists in name, and Mo Jiao is still a member of the royal family. The Confucian side still recognizes us, but is unwilling to provide help."

"In fact, even the sixteen rebellious monster clans originally raised their troops in the name of saving my father."

Ning Wuxie understands the classic "Qingjun side" slogan.

"So, it was entirely because His Majesty fell into a deep sleep, his death was uncertain, and he was so desperate that he found a reason and dared to rebel?"

"You can say that."

Ning Wuxie touched her chin and looked into Mo Xin's eyes.

"Then do you think he can succeed?"

Mo Xin lowered his gaze, his expression gloomy:

"do not think so."

"You don't know what he looked like afterwards. It was very terrifying, and his brain was even...even I didn't recognize him."

"Even if it succeeds, the one who survives is the mythical beast, not him... Moreover, looking at that, I really feel scared. If it is not some kind of mythical beast, then..."

Ning Wuxie didn't know what Mo Xiang would become later, but after thinking about Bai Zou's appearance when he came into the world, it was quite scary.

"Is he in this wooden box now?" He looked at the wooden box covered with cloth on one side.

"Yes, you can take a look." Mo Xin nodded.

The box was large, probably able to accommodate two adults. It was warm under the satin, and it was not completely covered. There was a hole left for ventilation. There seemed to be something breathing inside, emitting a bright and dark red light.

Ning Wuxie stepped forward, mentally prepared, and reached out to the silk on the wooden box, ready to pull it open.

But at this moment, the bright and dark red light suddenly burst out, instantly turning the entire back hall red. Ning Wuxie's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately retreated, pulling Chi Lian away from him.

Bang!

The wooden box shattered, the red light was dazzling, and the smell of blood rushed directly to the ears and nose. A frightening beast roar came from the wooden box.

No, it didn't sound like a beast, or any kind of creature well known to people. It sounded like a broken bellows that was still pulling hard, and a deformed waist drum that kept beating.

That disgusting, distorted sound, that person instantly thought of some deformed and weird things that should not exist in this world.