Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Xiao Wang thinks so too!"

Tuoba Aofeng did not expect that the high priest would directly make such a decision, but this decision coincided with his thoughts.

"Then have you ever thought about whether Xu Huaiyi would agree to our surrender?"

The high priest's subsequent words cast a shadow over Tuoba Aofeng's face.

The northern barbarians live in the northern grasslands.

They had a feud with the Tang Dynasty, and before the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Beiman was still the enemy of the previous dynasty, and one dynasty before, Beiman was still their enemy.

In this rich land in the south, the dynasties have changed several times, but the northern barbarians are still the northern barbarians.

"Xiao Wang will let him agree!"

When Tuoba Aofeng decided to surrender to Old Master Xu, he had already thought about this issue.

He had heard Tang people say such a sentence, the dead northern barbarians are the good northern barbarians.

Even if they wanted to surrender, it was impossible for the other party to fully accept them.

For the continuation of the race, even if they are integrated into the Tang people, at least they have not cut off the blood of their ancestors.

Perhaps, the high priest said more accurately, if you can't win, then join.

Integration into the Tang Dynasty is the final destination of their northern barbarian clan.

"Then go!"

The high priest did not say any more, but waved his scepter gently, "From now on, Beiman, there will be no more high priest inheritance!"

"The High Priest...?!"

Hearing the last words of the high priest, Tuoba Aofeng's expression changed in horror.

However, Tuoba Aofeng did not wait for the high priest's response, he only saw the high priest walking towards the high priest's holy seat, walking down step by step, walking past him, and walked out of the tent.

"The High Priest!"

The holy guards guarding outside the tent saw the high priest come out and saluted in unison.

"Wait, come with me!"

The high priest looked at the saint guards kneeling in the snow and spoke in a deep voice.

The holy guards stood up, turned silently, and followed the advancing high priest, moving forward, marching forward in the wind and snow, and the target was the Dragon City that was blocked by the flames.

The kerosene tank projected by Longcheng ignited the ground, and the raging fire was still burning.

There was a disgusting smell of burnt meat in the air.

This is the burning body of the Northern Barbarian soldier who died in the fire!

The high priest approached the still burning sea of ​​fire, suddenly raised the golden scepter in his hand, and slammed it into the ground.

In an instant, the earth trembled.

The raging fire was completely extinguished at this moment, and only the smoke rose.

Tuoba Aofeng followed behind and trembled inexplicably when he saw this scene.

He didn't know what means it was.

But he felt that if the high priest could use this method on the battlefield, they would definitely be able to win the battle and take down the Dragon City directly.

Therefore, Tuoba Aofeng did not understand.

Why would the High Priest rather make them submit to the Tang people rather than use such magical means.

However, Tuoba Aofeng did not have the courage to ask questions.

At this moment, countless northern barbarians followed behind the high priest and the holy guards, heading towards the Dragon City.

When the northern barbarians of the brigade approached the attack range of Longcheng's eight cattle crossbow, the high priest stopped.

"You are all here, wait for me!"

No one dared to disobey the decree of the high priest.

The crowd stopped.

The high priest, alone, slowly raised the golden scepter in his hand.

In an instant, the golden scepter released a golden light, and the light rushed into the sky like a sharp blade, tearing apart the dark clouds all over the sky, allowing the sun to shine on the earth again.

...

On the city wall of Longcheng, Mr. Xu and others saw this miraculous scene.

The sun shone from the sky and shrouded the high priest, making him seem to be wearing a golden sacred armor.

"Master Hou, do you want to attack?"

The guards who were beside Mr. Xu were a little panicked.

The scene in front of him is definitely not something that can be done by human beings.

The sea of ​​fire that was burning not long ago was extinguished in an instant.

The golden light split the sky, wiped out the dark clouds that filled the sky, and dispelled the huge snowstorm that was raging between heaven and earth.

Such means are truly miraculous!

"Don't worry!"

Mr. Xu naturally saw the high priest's means, and his heart was also extremely shocked.

The means of the Northern Man High Priest, this is no longer the ability of the world to do. Even the Jie Luck Dao, which claims to be able to defy the sky and change its fate, is not capable of doing this.

This is simply a magic trick.

Mr. Xu was also a little flustered at this time.

If the Beiman High Priest personally attacked the city, then this Dragon City would definitely be unstoppable!

Today, the Beiman tribesmen are within the range of the sling. Old Master Xu believes that the Beiman High Priest knows this, but he did not disperse the crowd, which shows that the other party did it deliberately.

In other words, the high priest of Beiman, who was walking towards Longcheng, used the tribe of Beiman as hostages, sending a signal to him.

This signal is that the Beiman High Priest wants to talk to him!

"Open the city gate!"

Realizing this, Mr. Xu immediately let someone open the gate of Longcheng, while he rode on a yellow horse with two spears on his back, and rushed out of Longcheng by himself, towards the direction of the Beiman High Priest. , galloping away.

This is a king to king meeting!

At least, that's what Mr. Xu is thinking about now.

The Yellow Pyu is a famous horse of a thousand miles, and it is very fast.

Mr. Xu soon met with the High Priest of Beiman.

"Xu Huaiyi, I have seen the Northern Man High Priest!"

Although Old Master Xu hated Beiman very much, he did not dare to be rude in the face of such a mysterious existence as the Beiman High Priest.

The high priest of Beiman looked at the old man Xu who jumped off the horse, and gently inserted the golden scepter in his hand into the ground.

Then, he took off the golden mask on his face.

At the moment when the high priest of Beiman took off his mask, Mr. Xu subconsciously shouted, "Mother!"

"No, impossible!"

Mr. Xu's figure flickered, he took two steps back, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the high priest of Beiman who showed his true colors.

"Brother Bao, what is impossible?"

The voice of the Beiman High Priest was no longer clear, but a little softer.

When Old Master Xu heard this voice, he became even more angry!

He suddenly withdrew the two pistols on his back, the stick in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, and glared at the Beiman High Priest.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Have you received the letter I left in my private house?"

The High Priest of Beiman ignored Old Master Xu's horror and spoke softly.

"you,……?!"

Mr. Xu is completely stupid at this moment.

But how is this possible?

He saw his mother die with his own eyes, although his mother's body was later gone. However, after so many years, he is getting old, but why hasn't he changed at all?

This is impossible!

But if everything in front of him is fake, what about the fact that her mother left him a letter?