This time, the voice of the words could no longer echo over the Great Wilderness City, murmured in a low voice, and even the four soldiers carrying chairs beside him could not hear clearly.

"marshal……"

Many soldiers of the Nine Army looked at the bodies on the wooden chair without any sign of life, opened their mouths silently and slowly lowered their heads.

"Die, dead?" "Die, dead, dead..." "Huh... Zi Yi is dead!"

Compared with the sad and sad soldiers of the Nine Army, the barbarians had complex feelings about the scene that finally happened, with unbelievable doubts, and were also surprised to be unable to speak the complete words, and were also relieved and sighed... In summary, they were probably excited.

But at this moment, a scream suddenly came, and the fierce battle began again!

It was the sword that the soldiers of the Zi Chen Nine Army first moved. At this time, their eyes were no longer cold as ice, but like a burning flame. The afterglow looked at the tallest building directly in front of them, forbearing and decisive!

They didn't know Zi Yi's purpose, but the building was obviously only the place of the Northern Wilderness Palace, which was worthy of the tomb of the Bran War God! What they had to do now was to carry Zi Yi into this tomb and sit on the throne!!!

...

In front of it, the tallest building, which is the highest building, the main palace of the Beihuang Palace. A figure stood quietly in the shadow of the cylinder standing upright dome, looking into the direction of the city gate, like a sculpture.

Probably the moment Zi Yi closed her eyes, this figure seemed to sense something. Her body suddenly trembled, she raised her hand and gently supported the huge cylinder beside her, and slowly hugged her knees and squatted down.

Then, a drop of water dripped down and shattered. It whispered gently in the empty hall like the whispering of the wind.

"sorry……"
Chapter completed!