But because he couldn't see clearly, he could only shout, "Everyone, be on guard! If the person inside is not His Royal Highness the King of Yue, kill him without mercy!"
"yes!"
Slowly, the people in the sea of fire were getting closer and closer to them. After seeing the carriage inside and the person riding on the black horse next to the carriage, Yuan Mo screamed.
"Your Highness! It's His Royal Highness the King of Yue!"
After hearing General Yuan’s words, the entire army was in an uproar!
Yuan Mo immediately mounted his horse and prepared to rush forward to help. However, the horse refused to move forward after only 20 meters from the entrance to the woods. A scorching heat wave hit him, and Yuan Mo frowned, realizing that the temperature at the entrance to the woods and on the official road was still ridiculously high.
But seeing His Royal Highness the King of Yue strolling leisurely through the sea of fire, was it an illusion?
After a while, more than 200 people in the sea of fire slowly walked out. Yuan Mo looked at his master in a daze, and for a moment he didn't dare to step forward to confirm.
"Your Highness... Prince Yue, is it really you?" Yuan Mo asked tentatively.
It’s not that he ignored his master, but after this group of people came out, they were all clean and didn’t look like people who had just come out of a sea of fire.
"If it's not me, then who else could it be?!" Yelu Boyan responded angrily.
"Great! His Highness is still alive!"
Yuan Mo's words instantly boosted the soldiers' morale. Their master was the most powerful, able to walk in fire. Now that the crown prince was dead, their master would be the king of Xiliang from now on!
In the distant bushes and mountain streams, there were 200 guards scattered by Muyou. These guards' martial arts skills were the lowest among the 1,000 guards. Their mission this time was to spread out and closely monitor every move outside.
If the eight hundred guards failed to come out, they would immediately report the matter to Mo Yunfang.
The reason they dispersed was that Muyou was afraid everyone would die, leaving no one to report the loss. To restore the truth, they spread out across vast distances, so that even if they were sucked in by some irresistible force, they wouldn't be completely wiped out.
"Wait." Qian Yeming's voice came from the carriage.
"Your Highness, King Yue, could you please have your soldiers help catch Mo Yunfang off guard?"
As Qian Yeming finished speaking, Mu Youxin, who was thrown onto the horse's back, gave a thumping sound. He wanted to yell, telling his men to run quickly, to run back and report to Mo Yunfang, asking her to quickly seek the protection of the Divine Religion.
Unfortunately, his lower jaw was now dislocated and Qian Yeming had cruelly pressed his mute point. He could only wait with a worried look on his face for the fate of his subordinates.
He didn't ask for much, he just hoped that one of them could run away in the end.
"What does Prince Qianye want from my people?"
"There are still some of Mo Yunfang's men in this bush and on this mountain. Why not take advantage of the fact that there are more of them now and get rid of them first! If we get rid of them, His Royal Highness the King of Yue will have fewer stumbling blocks in the future."
"Anyone else?!" Yelu Boyan's lips twitched. It seemed that in order to intercept them halfway, Mo Yunfang had taken out all her wealth.
There were hundreds or even thousands of people in the sea of fire just now, and now there are still people. Even if Mo Yunfang is so powerful, he has exhausted his vitality in order to kill these three people!
"Yuan Mo, immediately surround the area within a radius of ten miles and search it for me bit by bit!
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(Updated on January 17th)
I've seen readers complain that the article is drifting further and further from the main topic, going off-topic. I'm tempted to ask, since we're all experts in novels, is writing a novel like writing an essay? It must be structured around a thesis, supported by evidence, or else it's off-topic... Even a song has a chorus! Is a novel of over a million words supposed to be all about the protagonist falling in love, having children, and torturing supporting characters?
I really don't want to complain! But today I went to Jianmenguan Hot Springs. It's supposed to be a three-hour drive, but I was stuck in traffic from 10 am to 7:30 pm. I was so depressed. I opened the comments and saw this comment, so I burst into tears! There must be a reason for writing about these people, and they are related. If they are not related, why would I write about them?
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