At this moment, the entire palace is under martial law; the square with eight huge stone pillars has been completely emptied. As far as the eye can see, except for a carriage, there is no one and nothing.
But the originally flat ground of the square is now covered with cracks, criss-crossing like spider threads; especially in the middle surrounded by eight stone pillars, there is a half-meter-wide dark crack that is bottomless.
There is still a faint strong wind coming out.
Old Chentou, who was standing in front of the carriage, didn't care about the cracks and the strong wind. His old face was full of anxiety and expectation. He kept looking left and right, and looked back at the carriage from time to time, almost as angry as a gossamer.
Pu Ruozhi.
At this moment, Pu Ruozhi was in a more serious condition than when he returned to the imperial capital in the morning; the frost on his body had connected into one piece, forming a thin layer of ice on his body. At first glance, it looked like his whole body had been frozen into an ice sculpture.
generally.
If it weren't for the hot breath that he exhaled from time to time between the wings of his nose, causing the frost on his body to atomize into gas and slowly disperse, Old Chen would have thought that his master was dead!
Ta da...
Suddenly, crisp footsteps echoed.
Three figures, one in front and two in back, came from outside the palace gate.
It was Ye Wushuang, Chu Yuntian, and Fang Wushang!
"Master!"
When he saw the person coming, Lao Chentou immediately became happy and hurriedly greeted him: "You are finally here..."
"Well, we were just arranging for Xiaomeng to go to the imperial dining room, but there was a delay."
Ye Wushuang nodded slightly and asked directly without any nonsense, "What's Pu Ruozhi's situation now?"
"Not so good..."
Lao Chen shook his head and said: "The coldness on Master's body is getting stronger and stronger. Now his whole body is almost frozen. If he delays it any longer, he may turn into an ice sculpture..."
As soon as these words came out, Chu Yuntian and Fang Wushang immediately looked at each other, and their expressions changed slightly.
On the way here, they had learned that the reason why Ye Wushuang suddenly returned to the imperial capital was mainly because Pu Ruozhi's injury worsened, but they did not expect that it would worsen to such an extent!
"It doesn't matter, as long as you are still alive, there is a way to save you!"
Ye Wushuang nodded again and stepped forward directly, but did not stop in front of the carriage. Instead, he walked directly to the Eight Desolate Dragon Formation, squatted down slightly, made a palm with his right hand, and slammed it on the ground.
In an instant, spiritual seals flashed out, swarmed into the ground, and disappeared.
Buzzing...
Slowly, the eight stone pillars of the ancient well suddenly lit up with blood-red light; the earth trembled, and a heart-stopping terrifying aura suddenly came from under the feet of several people, as if it contained the power of destroying the world.
, carrying a blazing wave of air, sweeping in all directions.
"roar..."
The next moment, the deafening sound of dragon roars resounded through the sky again, echoing inside and outside the square, endlessly.
Eight ferocious giant dragons, which are hundreds of meters long and several meters thick, appear one after another. Their bodies are fiery red, as if they are burning with blazing flames, exuding a suffocating aura of oppression.
However, nowadays, although these giant dragons are still terrifying and ferocious, they appear much weaker and have completely lost their original domineering power; black chains as thick as adult arms are tightly tied there without scales, and the blood flowing through their bodies can be seen.
On top of the bright red dragon's body, it is bound tightly and penetrates three-thirds of the flesh.
If it weren't for the fact that these Nine Nether Blood Dragons were just phantoms, not entities; I'm afraid these restraints alone would have torn their skin and flesh, and would have stained those dark chains red!
"That is my father's masterpiece..."
Chu Yuntian stepped forward at this moment, looked at the eight blood dragons struggling in the air, with anger and pain in their eyes, and whispered: "Since that day, Young Master, you used the Nine Nether Blood Dragons to defeat King Wu'an, my father began to transform the formation.
, even at the expense of forging the arctic black iron that has been treasured in the treasury for thousands of years into eight chains and integrating them into the formation to restrain the blood dragon and forcibly control the Eight Desolate Dragon Evil Formation!"
"Arctic Black Iron?"
Hearing this, Fang Wushang's pupils shrank and he said in surprise: "That is a special material unique to Arctic Cold Continent. It is said to have the ability to bind souls. It can be used to make weapons, even the most basic ordinary soldiers.
It can harm the souls of warriors in the Essence Storage Realm; and if it is made into a spiritual weapon, warriors below the Beginning Realm will not be able to resist it at all!"
"But Hanzhou has a dangerous environment and difficult roads; both mining and transportation are very difficult; this also makes the price of arctic black iron very expensive; I remember that just one tael of black iron is worth ten thousand gold, one pound
Black iron is even more valuable...look at these chains, they weigh more than ten kilograms at least, right?"
"Cangyun Treasury, where did you get such a large amount?"
As soon as these words came out, Chu Yuntian was instantly speechless.
Although he is the current Emperor of Chu, he has usurped the throne and ascended to the throne. Therefore, he can only inherit the power and position, but he still knows very little about Cangyun Xinmi, the past events of the royal family, etc.
"It should have been given by Pu Ruozhi..."
Ye Wushuang spoke at this moment and looked back at Pu Ruozhi in the carriage, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
In the past, as the Supreme Sword Emperor, when he was wreaking havoc in Han Continent, he forcibly took away a lot of Arctic Black Iron from that big bird's nest; most of it was given to the Sword Alliance to forge weapons and replenish the Sword Sect's arsenal;
The remaining part was left to Pu Ruozhi.
At that time, the Wushuang Divine Sword appeared and shocked the world. Ye Wushuang set off to the Western Desert to seize the treasure. He happened to catch up with Pu Ruozhi who was preparing to establish a sect in the Eastern Wasteland. Ye Wushuang built a gathering platform for him to cultivate disciples and left behind
Arctic black iron, used for self-defense.
Unexpectedly, after thousands of years, the Julingtai located in Hantan Mountain Stream was abandoned in the mountains, and the arctic black iron used to refine weapons was put into the national treasury...
"It's not a gift!"
At this moment, Old Chentou suddenly opened his eyes angrily and said angrily: "I have seen those Arctic Black Irons, and they were often carried by Master. According to Master, they were the only thoughts left to him by Master Wushuang Sword Emperor."
He thought, so he was reluctant to smelt it into a weapon, let alone give it away to others, so he could only carry it close to his body as a memory."
"But hundreds of years ago, Chu Xiao'ao led his men to besiege the master, and after capturing him, they confiscated all the items on the master's body; these arctic black iron must have been confiscated by Chu Xiao'ao and put into the national treasury at that time
, take it privately!"
As soon as these words came out, Chu Yuntian's face suddenly turned red and he lowered his head in shame.
Although he drew a clear line with Chu Xiaoao and took a clear stand, Chu Xiaoao was his father after all and the last emperor of the Cangyun Empire. All the dirty things Chu Xiaoao did would naturally fall on him.
On the head.
In this way, Xiaojiu still has some conscience...
Ye Wushuang chuckled and shook his head slightly. He almost misunderstood Pu Ruozhi again.
"Okay, don't mention the past."
Waving his hands, Ye Wushuang looked directly at Fang Wushang and asked: "The corridor you are talking about is the biggest crack in the middle, right?"
"right!"
Fang Wushang nodded immediately and explained: "Young master, although the crack is not big, there is actually something inside. The crack now should be just the stone that sealed the entrance of the corridor before."
"That thing is under the crack?"
"right!"
"Um!"
Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, then waved his hand towards Lao Chen and said: "You carry Pu Ruozhi on your back and come with me to take a look!"
"ah?"
Upon hearing this, Old Chen was stunned.
"Ah what? If you want to save Pu Ruozhi, just come with me!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wushuang, who was about to step into the formation, suddenly paused, looked up at the eight blood dragons above his head, grinned, and said: "However, Arctic Black Iron is a good thing and cannot be wasted!
"
Before he finished speaking, he waved his right hand in the air, and the thick chain that was tied to the dragon's body and was as thick as an arm broke instantly and scattered all over the place.
"Walk!"
Ye Wushuang raised his right hand and waved it in the air to collect all the broken black iron, then took one step forward, directly entered the formation, flew into the crack, and disappeared.