Seeing the national emblem of the blue empire on the city wall and the statue of the lord in the city center, it was exactly the same as Wang Lin mentioned the shameless Xin Lian, and Yin Dong also guessed the identity of the lord.

At this time, snow fell between the dark world.

At the beginning, it was fine snow powder, but soon it turned into heavy snow like goose feathers, wrapped in strong winds whistling through the wilderness, flying all over the sky.

Every piece of snow is like a strong wind, containing high concentrations of radiation, and when it touches the skin, it will burn like red molten iron.

The biting wind swept the rocks and broken trees in the wilderness and the thick snow, rolling them into the sky like crazy, and then exploded.

The white city of Xin was also covered with thick snow, as if it was wrapped in thick cotton wool. The rocks and broken trees falling from the sky, or other debris fell on the white light layer, and the sound of explosions continued.

Xin Lian has been practicing in seclusion in the city lord's mansion, turning a blind eye to the changes in the outside world. He is not as anxious as other city lords, and has been guarding the city and looking out...even if he is lonely!

When he encountered such a major change, he was still calm and calm. He practiced as usual in the city lord's mansion until the end of his practice, and did not go to the city wall to see the situation.

The soldiers guarding the city did not move when they saw Xin Lian walking up the stone steps, and subconsciously straightened their backs. It can be seen that he had excellent control methods and strict military disciplines in the army under his command.

When he arrived at the city gate, Xin Lian also saw Yin Dong standing in the air outside the city. His eyes were slightly sunny, neither happy nor sad, and he showed a kind of alienation that would keep people from thousands of people away.

And the arrogance and pride that permeates from the bones.

"General Xin, what's the situation with that person?"

Xin Lian glanced at Yin Dong, then turned to look at the majestic general beside him.

The general in armor was the mythical figure who was revived by him... Xin Qiji!

As a high-level strong gene warrior, Xin Lian did not choose the branch line of the strongest martial arts when he became the lord, but chose the branch line of the mythical recovery.

Based on the clues left by the ancestors, he pieced together a piece of information about the ancestors of the Xin family, which successfully revived the mythical character Xin Qiji.

However, the information he controlled was extremely incomplete, and he only knew one of the basics. Xin Qiji's strength was sealed, and there was no one left to be able to exert it.

The whole person looks a bit dull, like a robot, and has no spirituality and momentum that mythical characters should have.

Regarding Xin Lian’s question, Xin Qiji replied calmly: “I will not know until I am not sure!”

And at this time.

Yin Dong was also paying attention to Xin Qiji on the city gate tower, thinking about Wang Lin’s exposure of Xin Lian’s material, saying that the city lord Xin had revived a mythical figure.

At that time, Yin Dong thought he was a person of the same name, or Xin Qiji from different time and space.

Now that I saw this person, clearly wearing the armor of ancient China, Yin Dong understood that this is Xin Qiji, a national hero in the history of the Blue Star Chinese Kingdom!

To be honest, the young master of the Xin family of the Nine-level Cosmic Blue Empire and the mythical figure of the revived one is from Blue Star China, which really makes Yin Dong feel too magical!

How did Xin Lian do it?

What does the Xin family have to do with the Xin family of Lanxing?

Or, what is the relationship between the Nine-level Blue Empire and the Blue Star China?

...

Lightning and fire.

Yin Dong had a lot of distracting thoughts in his mind, and suddenly he had the urge to transform into a melon field.

A ray of his mental power also quickly extended over. When he captured the conversation between Xin Qiji and Xin Lian, he couldn't help but feel moved and recited a poem by Xin Qiji.

"The world of eternal powers, heroes are found, Sun Zhong's plan is in the dance hall, the singing stage... I remember that back then, the swords and iron horses were so angry that they were as angry as tigers... Who asked, Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

Before Yin Dong finished reciting, Xin Qiji's aura began to rise. The expression on his originally dull and unscrupulous face kept changing, and his eyes were also bright when he looked outside the city.

Like the sparks lit up in the dark, illuminating the path of life from hell to the earth!

Seeing that reciting poems was useful, Yin Dong then recited another poem by Xin Qiji.

"Chu Tian is clear and clear, and the water follows the sky and goes endlessly. The distant eyes of the Cen are... I looked at Wu hook, patted the railings, no one can see it, and I want to climb... Who can call Qian, red scarves, green sleeves, hero tears?"

At this moment, without Xin Lian asking anything, Xin Qiji took the initiative to speak: "Who is outside the city? How could he..." He would know the words he wrote.

"The Yindong of China comes from the current Blue Star China."

Yin Dong didn't hide it. After reporting to his family, he asked again: "I heard from someone mention Xin Lian, but I don't know that the general is Xin Qiji, the Southern Song Dynasty who was revived?"

Xin Lian blurted out: "Who mentioned me to you and said what I am?"

Yin Dong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Wang Lin, he said you are a mad dog who catches and bites whom. He is very lucky and has revived the mythical character Xin Qiji."

Xin Lian: "..." Should he kill that dog thing Wang Lin?

At this time, Xin Qiji took the initiative to ask: "How many years have the Southern Song Dynasty... been there today?"

Yin Dong said: "After the Jingkang Incident, the Song Dynasty moved south, known in history as the Southern Song Dynasty, and its demise was destroyed in 1279. In other words, only seventy years after General Xin's death, the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed."

"Or..." Is it perished?

Xin Qiji's eyes were red, and the magma was churning with grief and anger, as if it could turn into a devastating magma that erupted in a volcano at any time.

The shocking divine power was released from him, which made the city lord Xin Lian feel suffocated.

Xin Lian was not surprised but happy. He turned his head hard and looked at Yin Dong outside the city, held his fists and saluted him, making a silent request to him, begging him to expose some information about Xin Qiji.

Without Xin Lian saying anything, Yin Dong would not stand by and watch just by looking at Xin Qiji.

"To this day, Xin Qiji has more than 600 poems, basically with strong patriotic thoughts and fighting spirit. He is a great bold poet, patriot, military strategist and politician in Chinese history."

As soon as I said this, Xin Qiji only showed a look of remembrance, and Xin Lian was shocked: "Do you have more than 600 poems? What my ancestors recorded are just a few words, "I saw the green mountains so charming, I guess the green mountains, and I should be like this"!"

And he revived Xin Qiji with only the Xiangju and some information made up based on a small amount of clues, and the blood power of the Xin family's children in the past.

If he had more than 600 poems by Xin Qiji, would he still use random fabrications?

Yin Dong ignored Xin Lian, and his voice slowly rang out. "He inherited Su Shi's bold style of poetry. Ci often expresses a broad scene, a majestic posture of fighting, giving the things written with a strong character, such as the long sword that resonates with thousands of feet of sunny rainbows, and the bonsai of daffodils.
Chapter completed!