boom--!

A fireball about the size of a chariot hit the left front of Ding Dangxiang, and the heat waves sparked directly burned some soldiers who also fled to char.

He gritted his teeth, shrank for a moment, then ran away again, and rushed directly to a tent in front of the right.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

When they entered the tent, they saw the prince of Thick Turquo stood in the middle with a blank expression. The two maids were trembling and trembling.

Ding Dangxiang went forward without saying anything and grabbed the prince and rushed out of the tent...>

“Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A soldier full of fire flew over there and smashed his head and feet into the tent. It was clearly in the rainstorm, but the flames burned in an instant as if they were completely fearless!

"Father? Father! Teacher Ding! Now... what should I do now? What should I do?!"

Ding Dangxiang held the king with one hand and pulled the already affectionate and confused prince next to him with the other. In front of him was the scene where the soldiers were completely defeated and only the slaughtered remained. The rain of fire that kept falling in the sky was like bringing the power of destruction to this poor Central Plains fairy world, announcing the end of the entire human race!

"Walk!"

With this "leave", Ding Dangxiang also knew that the country of Houtu was defeated.

Moreover, he was defeated and was defeated without any words.

He braved the rain and the fireballs that kept falling from the sky. At this moment, his eyes turned into two blue apertures again. The aperture aimed at the fireballs that kept falling from the sky, calculating any landing point, strength and destructive power. Careful...but he was like a mouse who had lost his home. He fled in a panic. Until he found a war horse in panic, he immediately jumped onto the horse with the king and the prince in his arms and fled.

...

…………

……………………

The battle for Huangquankou came to an end with the disastrous defeat of the Huotu Kingdom.

There were only two thousand troops who finally escaped from difficulties.

In less than half a month, this terrible defeat had spread throughout the Central Plains Immortal World.

All the immortals knew that those terrible demons could actually take root in the Central Plains Immortal Realm, and everyone's faces emitted a sense of panic.

The Lord of Guanghan Palace died in battle.

Such a message may have the same weight as the defeat of the Thunder Kingdom.

No one knows how strong the heads of this young age who have promoted a sect to the top twenty in the entire Central Plains Immortal World have, and can even kill Fang Ji, the former No. 1 person in the Central Plains Immortal World.

But now everyone knows that even if they have the strength to kill Fang Ji, even if they have a backer of a hundred thousand troops...

The Lord of Guanghan Palace is still defeated so simply and simply. He doesn’t even have the qualifications to come back alive from the Tianxiang people...

————————————————————

The heavy rain has gradually weakened.

The defeated Houtu team ran for three consecutive nights and finally arrived at the border of the Golden Plain.

Finally, the people of Tianxiang who were chasing him never chased him again. It was not until this time that they reluctantly gave these survivors some time to survive.

A broken temple on the border of the Golden Plain has now become the best resting place that the kingly army of the Thousand Land Kingdom can find.

Outside the ruined temple, the soldiers who were tilted around were exhausted and covered in scars. Everyone was more or less injured, taking care of each other and supporting each other. However, it was difficult to hide the sadness and despair.

However, these ordinary soldiers didn't know that something even more terrifying was happening in the ruined temple.

"Father! Father! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

The ruined temple's oath was covered with a thick and dry battle flag. The former king was lying on the battle flag at this moment, looking haggard and bloodless.

His legs were completely smashed, and even under layers of bandage, he could see that blood would still overflow.

In just three days, his face had lost a lot. He was obviously a man in his thirties, but now he looked like he was sixty years old and was very haggard.

At the altar, the escaped ministers were sobbing and kneeling on the ground. The four important officials, Nuo Yuanxiu, Wen Mo, Wanling Zhenren and Dao Xiangren, were naturally kneeling in front. However, there was one person who was even ahead than they were kneeling.

That is the hero who tried his best to save the king and the prince - Ding Dangxiang.

The king started his hand and gently patted his son's crying head.

Afterwards, he raised his head and glanced at the ministers kneeling below, especially on Ding Dangxiang's face. He paused for a moment before retracting his gaze.

"I... know that I'm not long after my life..."

"No...father! You don't know!"

"The numerology...it will be determined by heaven. Yonghuang... As the crown prince... from now on...you will ascend the throne as emperor and manage this great river and country for me..."

"No! My son doesn't want any kind of rivers and mountains, my son just needs my father to live! I just need my father to..."

"Damn it!!!"

The dying king suddenly shouted angrily! This scolding made Prince Kui Yong involuntarily not dare to speak loudly, so he could only lower his head and sobbed gently.

The king closed his eyes, weak, but resolutely said: "Father... has done the right thing in this life... and has done the wrong thing... Yonghuang... The only thing that Father can do for you now... is to put this country... your hand... you can't... let your father... disappoint him..."

The voice was weak. Although Emperor Kui Yong was extremely reluctant, he could only wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded without saying a word.

Seeing his son nodding, a smile finally appeared on the king's face. After taking a deep breath, he tried hard to amplify the voice-

"The ministers... listen to the order."

The ministers kneeling below immediately bent down and kowtowed, shouting in unison—

"I'm here!"

"Transfer... my will... a hundred years later... five ministers... assisted the prince... to assist him ascend the throne... to assist the prince... to serve... government affairs... to be able to... let him... to rule..."

Five?

Nuo Yuanxiu, Wen Mo, Wanling Zhenren and Dao Xiangren were all stunned, and at the same time, they all raised their heads and looked at Ding Dangxiang who was kneeling in front of them, unable to see their expressions clearly.

"These...the five ministers... are...General Nuo...the chief in charge of military..."

Nuo Yuanxiu: "Minist, accept the order."

"Prime Minister Wen... is in charge of... the internal affairs..."

Wen Mo: "The weak minister will never let down the high expectations of the emperor."

"The real person of all spirits...the supervisor...the immortals...the cultivation of immortals..."

Wanling Zhenren: "I will cultivate more immortal masters for His Royal Highness the Prince."

"The Knife...the Criminal Department...the Etiquette and Law..."

The sword shot kowtowed: "There is a bad minister who receives the order!"

"at last……"

The monarch on the stage raised his fingers tremblingly and pointed in that direction... At the same time, he also pointed at the person who was staring at everyone at this moment. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!