Chapter 1037

"Nonsense!" Master Bing said solemnly: "there is turmoil in all directions in Bitian. As the prince of nanxuan, you should guard nanxuan kingdom!"

Nangong Changqing obediently lowered his head to listen to the training. After that, he asked, "how did master come to Beicha?"

He is a master who has always been addicted to cultivation and seldom leaves heaven.

Master Bing's face changed slightly and said quietly, "I'm entrusted to do something. All right, go back to nanxuan quickly! "

Nangong Changqing hesitated and said, "but I want to wait for Fuyao to wake up and go back."

Fuyao? Emperor Fu Yao?!

The apprentice is waiting for emperor Fuyao, too?!

Ice Lord eyes turned, it seems that the man is right, Emperor Fuyao this smelly girl really hurt, is closed.

He subconsciously touched the broken magic blood blade hanging on his waist, and there was a murderous air in his eyes. He could not miss this great opportunity of assassination!

"The plague has spread to nanxuan. Are you sure you don't want to go back?" He asked.

Nangong Changqing finally sighed, but said, "OK, I'll go back immediately and guard nanxuan."

If only he were not the prince of a country, he would not be bound by responsibility.

When master bingzun sent Nangong Changqing out of the imperial capital of Beicha, he stared at the direction of the imperial city with a pair of shrewd and deep eyes, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "emperor Fuyao, you were not good at me that day. Now I'm entrusted by others to kill you, but I can't blame you. If you want to blame me, you have to blame your own life!"

The imperial city of Beicha is heavily guarded, and master bingzun made great efforts to sneak into the palace.

When he was carrying the broken magic blood blade knife, he rushed to the Queen's palace.

All of a sudden, a familiar figure came into our eyes, scared Lord Bing to hide in the dark, and his heart beat with tension.

"How can the master of Shaodian be here?"

Mo Wushang and dongfangji walk in front of each other, and suddenly feel a familiar breath floating nearby. He frowns slightly, pauses, and looks around with cold sharp eyes.

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Ji asked.

"I feel like a Lord." Mo Wushang said deeply.

Hearing his words, master Bing almost left Beicha palace in a hurry.

The assassination ended in failure.

"Strange, the breath is gone again." Mo Wushang frowned.

Dongfang Ji laughs, "it must be because you are under too much pressure in recent days. It's an illusion."

"Maybe." Mo Wushang's eyes gradually darkened. "I have warned those old friends that if anyone is still stubborn, I will find out and punish him heavily!"

"Let's go, let's go. Xiao Fuyao must have woken up by this time. We just mentioned that to her." Said Dongfang Ji.

Mo Wu Shang just calm mood again raised.

When they arrived at the gate of the Queen's bedroom, they were surprised that none of them went in first.

Mo Wushang and Dongfang Ji push and push each other. When they want each other to go first, the gate of the hall opens.

Bazaar came out from the inside and looked at them suspiciously, "why?"

"Is she awake?" Mo Wushang asked nervously.

"Sister Di just woke up and she was still very weak." Baezer pauses and stares at them warily. "What's the plot between you two?"

Dongfang Ji said with a smile, "you misunderstood me. We just have something to discuss with Xiao Fuyao."

"No way!" Baezawa was blocked at the gate of the hall and did not let them in.

"Dabai, let them in." Indifferent female voice came from the hall.

Since the emperor elder sister all spoke, white Ze this just let two people go in.

Emperor Fu Yao, wearing a white dress, sat quietly at the glass table, looking at the stiff two and smiling, "has the plague been lifted?"

Dongfang Ji said with a bitter smile, "brother Mo and I came here to tell you that the power of divine medicine is not enough to solve the plague."

Emperor Fu Yao was silent for a moment. How could Bing Xue be so clever that she could not guess their purpose, so she said directly: "what else do you want me to do?"

Now it's very difficult for her to release the power of elements, let alone refine the saint level pills.

"The plague is Yin. To solve it completely, only the positive energy which is equal to the power of Jinyang can be used. As long as this positive energy is added to the power of divine medicine, the plague can be eliminated with half the effort."

"So?" Emperor Fuyao asked calmly. Her beautiful face was pale. She picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea.

Mo Wushang said, "the power of faith..."

Emperor Fuyao's hand holding the tea cup was stiff, and his finger bones were pale.

Look up and smile at them.

"So you want to take away the power of faith from me, don't you?"

Mo Wushang lowered his head in shame.

"Yes Dongfang Ji said: "little Fu Yao, I know it's cruel for you, but..."

"I refuse." Emperor Fu Yao put down the tea cup, light way.

Dongfang Ji was stunned. For a moment, he didn't respond, "ah?""I've done enough for the world. Besides, I'm not a saint. I'd better leave it to others to save the world." Emperor Fu Yao gave a cold smile.

She knew her health and she had to say no.

Otherwise, once she loses the support of faith, her injury will only be more serious, and her life will come to an end.

Mo Wushang and dongfangji look at each other.

"Xiao Fuyao, do you want to think about it again?" Dongfang Ji urged: "brother Mo and I have already injected the power of the divine medicine into the mountain and sea spiritual veins. Now we have to take the most critical step. Otherwise, all previous achievements will be wasted, and more people will die in this world!"

Emperor Fu Yao did not retort, but looked at him with a smile. "If I say you want to take the power of faith, you want to take my life?"

"Not at all." Mo Wushang pretended to laugh lightly: "just take away the power of faith, will not hurt your life."

"What do you know, pharmacist Mo Da?" Emperor fuliao suddenly felt exhausted, waved and said, "I won't agree. You two go."

She is not a saint, not to mention an immortal who cherishes all the people.

Only by living can she wait until yechongyuan comes back.

Therefore, even if Bitian mainland fell into the plague, with countless casualties and corpses everywhere, she would not agree.

Dongfang Ji stares at her with complicated eyes, "the power of faith can protect the body and has many benefits. But emperor Fu Yao, why do you refuse to use the power of faith in meaningful places? At the beginning, all creatures gave you the power of faith. Now they need the power of faith to save them, but you are selfish and refuse to take it out... "

"Stop it!" Mo Wushang sees that emperor Fuyao's face is more and more ugly, and quickly pulls out the eastern sacrifice.

"Emperor Fu Yao, I think highly of you!" The voice of Dongfang Ji's yelling gradually faded away.

"Save all creatures? Who's going to save me? I've got so much life left. How can I give it to you? "

Emperor Fuyao rolled his eyes, yawned and went to bed.

Maybe it's true, as Yinling said, that the damage against heaven can't be repaired.

She felt so tired that she couldn't get up to sleep.