The first thousand two hundred and eighty-eight chapters
Chapter 13005 The world cannot tolerate it!
The fact that Gongsun Lingyun was killed was only known to the upper echelons of Hunwu City, because no one under the saint remembered Gongsun Lingyun. The saint still had vague memories, and only the divine envoy was not affected by the life-breaking attack.
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The implications of this matter are huge, and the person behind it is not only a matter for Qinglong City, but also for all mankind.
The deacons and elders of the Holy Land of the Human Race were actually being manipulated by others. This news was enough to alarm the other four cities. For a time, the Council of Elders was temporarily suspended. The Council of Elders intervened and investigated every elder, even the city lord, to ensure that the Human Race
There will not be a second Gongsun Lingyun in the Holy Land...
The girl who caused everything completely disappeared from Qinglong City after that battle. She was too seriously injured and no one in the city could save her. Only a few people knew that she was finally sent to Yeluo City to seek the last hope. If she even lost her life,
If the saint is helpless, she can basically be sentenced to a suspended death.
The peak saint tortured and killed the king-level divine envoy. Regardless of whether he survived in the end, Yang Wanjun's name was enough to be remembered by others!
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Ye Luocheng is countless times more prosperous than in the past. In the past half century, the way of heaven has gradually recovered, the number of mortals who can practice has increased sharply, and the Tianhun Academy has continued to expand. Especially in the previous war years, the Tianhun Academy played a decisive role, thus driving the entire Yeluo City.
The city fell, making it the second largest city in the Tianlong Empire, after the Imperial Tianlong City.
Guye Street has changed a lot. Decades may be nothing to cultivators, but to mortals, it is already their ordinary lives. The shops on both sides of the street are constantly changing, and the only thing that has not changed may be that
Along the bluestone path, there is also a flower tea house, which has remained the same for decades. What makes the residents on the street secretly marvel is the flower garden in front of the flower tea house. It blooms in all seasons regardless of the season. The flowers are fragrant and there is an endless stream of customers.
It’s just that the flower teahouse that used to operate unfailingly has been found to be closed today...
In the flower teahouse, a white-haired girl was sleeping on Jasmine's bed in the attic on the second floor. The blood stains on her body had not been cleaned off, and the white sheets were stained red. It was not only her hair that was pale, but also her face, which was as pale as a
Snow.
In addition to the unconscious white-haired girl, there were five people in the room, two men and three women, but the atmosphere was silent and silent.
Jasmine was taking the girl's pulse, and the others didn't dare to disturb her, waiting for the result. But Jasmine put down the girl's wrist, and Duanya said in a deep voice: "Jasmine, how are you?"
After Jasmine stood up, she frowned deeply and said, "The most serious problem right now is excessive blood loss. I can only delay it for a while, but if I can't find a suitable blood source in a short time, then..."
Jasmine's voice became softer and softer. At this point, even in a quiet room, no one could hear clearly what Jasmine said, but everyone knew what Jasmine wanted to say.
"Then hurry up and help my sister with a blood transfusion." Murong Ya said anxiously, stepped forward and opened her sleeves, took out a sterling silver knife and handed it to Jasmine.
Jasmine shook her head, did not take the silver knife, and said: "Not everyone's blood can blend with each other. Everyone is an independent and special existence. Two people who have nothing to do with each other will not have more soluble blood than
Sixty percent, the compatibility of parents or children will be between 60 and 90 percent. Only the remaining siblings of the same parents can have a compatibility exceeding 90 percent."
"Generally speaking, if the solubility of blood exceeds 50%, it can be fused with the substitute. After the injured patient undergoes a blood transfusion and undergoes a long period of recovery, the different blood slowly assimilates. It's just that I just checked and found that Sister Wanjun's blood
It is extremely special and belongs to a very small number of hidden blood. Hidden blood is extremely difficult to blend with other blood. Only blood with a compatibility of more than 60% can be substituted, that is, direct blood relatives, and..."
Jasmine sighed softly: "Sister Wanjun's blood in her body is almost exhausted now, and she may have lost her ability to assimilate. Even if the blood solubility exceeds 60%, the chance of successful blood transfusion is not more than 30%.
Only when the solubility is 90%, the blood transfusion has a higher chance of success."
If Murong Ya is willing to donate her blood, the girl can accept it. The two of them are not related by blood, and the maximum solubility of blood does not exceed 60%. However, Jasmine said that to ensure the success of the blood transfusion, what is needed is
With blood that is more than 90% soluble, this is simply bad news for her.
With a "ding——!", the silver knife fell to the ground.
"Moli, you must have other ideas, right?" Murong Ya grabbed Jasmine's shoulders and said out of control. She couldn't accept this result. Everyone present knew that Yatou and Zheng Feng were both children from the Imperial Orphanage.
I don't even know who my relatives are.
Not to mention whether the girl still has relatives alive, even if they do, but they don't know where to find them in the vast sea of people? And they have to find them in a short time. This is like finding a needle in a haystack, absolutely impossible!
"This is the only way I can think of now." Jasmine turned her face sideways, unwilling to look directly into Murong Ya's eyes. If there was another better way, she would have already said it. Sister Wanjun has lost too much blood.
With the support of his soul power and the dark sword beside him, it can be said to be a miracle that he can survive to this day.
"Sister Murong, calm down..." Gu Yue persuaded in a low voice, pulling Murong Ya away from Jasmine. She understood how Sister Murong was feeling now, but it was useless to be anxious.
Fu Yanjie looked at the cliff next to him, his eyes seeming to say: Third brother, it’s time like this, do you still want to hide it?
Duan Ya silently picked up the silver knife on the ground, gently wiped off the dust on the blade, and then pricked his fingertip, and bright red blood emerged from the wound.
Jasmine sighed: "As I said just now, Sister Wanjun's current situation is extremely special. It is impossible for outsiders' blood to..."
Duan Ya didn't wait for Jasmine to finish her speech and walked to the bed. The bed sheet was already covered with the girl's blood. He forced out a drop of blood and slowly fell it. When this drop of blood fell on the bed sheet, everyone saw,
The blood that originally belonged to two different people ended up blending together without any obvious traces.
Duanya looked at Jasmine and said calmly: "Use my blood..."
Jasmine's unfinished words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak. Without saying a word, she quickly stepped forward, took off a drop of blood from the cliff and studied it. Then she widened her eyes and looked at the unconscious girl, and then looked at her again.
cliff.
Jasmine quickly calmed down and said immediately without asking Duanya anything: "Without further delay, the blood transfusion will begin immediately. It has nothing to do with personnel. Go out and check for us. Don't let anyone disturb you during this period!"
Murong Ya, Gu Yue and Fu Yanjie left the room one after another. The two girls were not stupid. After thinking about it carefully, they already had the answer in their hearts, as to why the boy would cling to the girl when he was a child. This matter finally got a good explanation.
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Outside the door, Gu Yue asked: "Fat man, how many years have you been hiding this?"
On her shoulder stood a little monkey as red as fire, with big eyes and very cute. He held a bright golden stick in both hands and waved it at Fu Yanjie. He was very angry and shouted: "Master asks you a question,
Hurry up and tell the truth, or I’ll spank you until your ass blossoms!”
"It didn't take long, probably more than fifty years ago." Fu Yanjie had long been used to the rude remarks made by the little red-haired monkey and was too lazy to argue with the little butt monkey.
"More than fifty years?" Murong Ya made some calculations in her mind. Doesn't that mean that Duan Ya already knew about this before they entered Qinglong City: "Does he know?"
Murong Ya did not clearly specify who the 'he' in her words was, but this did not affect Fu Yanjie's understanding, because Fu Yanjie knew it even if he didn't say it.
"I don't know..." Fu Yanjie shook his head gently and sighed secretly in his heart.
If 'he' learns about this, I don't know what will happen. Now he can only hope that Jasmine can rescue the girl, otherwise, one day in the future, once 'he' comes out of confinement, this day... I'm afraid it will collapse!
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Due to the death of Gongsun Lingyun, a mysterious black hand appeared behind the scenes, causing a huge turmoil in the five holy places of the human race. None of the upper-level divine envoys were spared, and they were all affected, and the Council of Elders launched a review.
You wouldn't know if you didn't check, but upon closer inspection, the results were shocking. There was at least one deacon and elder in every holy land, and there was a fog that made it difficult to see behind it.
Qinglong City, Gongsun Lingyun, Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu City jointly found a deacon elder with a soul problem, and Qilin City was the worst. The souls of two of the elders were suspected to be the king who led the "Wanzong Uprising" back then.
The Yue family speculated from this that the Wan Zong uprising that stained Qilin City with blood was most likely planned by the mysterious person behind it.
For the captured moles, every time at the last moment, their souls will inevitably explode, and a trace of black energy will escape from them and fly into the sky. No matter what method is used, they cannot be retained. As for the mysterious black hand behind it, the human race has so far...
Still don't know anything.
The fear of the unknown weighs on the hearts of everyone, and people have to recall the prophecy left by the ancestors of the Nostradamus family millions of years ago: When the heaven is prosperous, disaster will come...
Is this a disaster for their human race?
One year later…
Gongsun Lingyun died, and one of the five deacons and elders of Qinglong City was missing. Finally, the Council of Elders decided that Gongsun Lingyun's vacancy should be replaced by Murong Yeluo. Neither the city lord nor the other four deacons and elders had any objections.
The rise of the Murong family is unstoppable, and there are countless people who come to visit and follow them.
Due to the existence of Murong Yeluo, the Council of Elders decided to make an exception and allow the children of the Murong family to return to Qinglong City and directly enjoy the treatment of the ancient aristocratic family. Leiling Mountain has restored its former aura and is no longer deserted. There are many children in the mountain clan, and the sound of martial arts training is full of vitality.
In the early morning, as usual, the children of the Murong family stood on the mountainside early to prepare for morning exercises. However, they suddenly felt that the Lingshan Mountain at their feet seemed to be shaking. At first, they thought it was an illusion, but as time passed, the shaking became more and more obvious, and the mountain
There was a rumbling roar from the thunder veins, startling everyone.
At the moment when the strange movement occurred, Murong Yeluo sat quietly on the mountaintop meditating. He opened his eyes instantly and looked at the nine heavens. In the endless sky, a terrifying power of heaven was gathering. The thunder on the mountaintop became more violent at this moment, as if
God roars to vent his wrath.
Murong Yeluo sensed that something seemed to have been born in Leiling Mountain. This new power was not recognized by the world. Its existence seemed to challenge the majesty of God. God would not allow this heaven-defying thing to be born.
No!
"The whole clan is temporarily withdrawing from Leiling Mountain..."
When the children of the Murong family were panicking, an order came from the top of the mountain. Upon hearing this order, the panicked Murong children seemed to have received a dose of reassurance. They calmed down and evacuated Leiling Mountain in an orderly manner.
Murong Yeluo's status in the hearts of the children of the Murong family is no less than that of a living god. They believe that as long as their ancestor is still here, no matter what happens, the Murong family will be able to overcome it.
"You have missed so much in fifty years! But you are lucky..."
Murong Yeluo stood in the sky, staring at the power of the sky, looking at the spiritual mountain at his feet, and murmured: "Maybe I can see her one last time..."
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