Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Daughters fight, Xiao Pei's first battle, Da...
pretty!
After hearing Song Wuya's words, Jiang Zhaoxue immediately felt relieved.
Although Song Wuya couldn't receive her voice transmission, he saw her sitting behind Song Wulan. Even though her face had changed, he could still roughly guess her identity and understood that she was being restrained by Song Wulan at the moment.
Without her hint, he didn't dare to ask Zu rashly, so he could only disrupt the situation first, which was exactly what Jiang Zhaoxue meant.
When he said this, the emperor flew into a rage: "Asshole! You're still trying to make excuses even now!"
"Father!" Song Wuya heard this, but didn't flinch at all. He shouted, "Father, do you remember when our mother was alive, the Great Xia was peaceful and prosperous. You and our mother were in perfect harmony, and the palace was peaceful and tranquil. But what about now?"
"Come here, take down the rebellious son!" the emperor said directly.
As the soldiers surrounded them, Ye Wenzhi, observing this, glanced at his teacher, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, as the saying goes, 'hearing both sides leads to enlightenment.' Since Your Highness has already decided to pray at the altar and die to prove his will, why not listen to Your Highness's advice?"
As soon as Ye Wenzhi opened his mouth, all the officials knelt down in a large crowd.
The emperor glared, about to curse again, when he heard Empress Zhao laugh beside him. "After all these years, His Highness the Third Prince still harbors a grudge against us mother and son because he was a fake dragon and lost the crown prince. You claim I'm a demonic being. What's your proof?"
"You and Song Wulan murder innocent people. Every year, hundreds of women die tragically in Kunning Palace. How dare you say you have nothing to do with this?" Song Wuya stared at Zhao and said coldly, "Also, four years ago, father was a wise ruler praised by the world. Ever since he favored you, he has imposed heavy taxes, implemented harsh policies, engaged in large-scale construction projects, and indulged in war. As a result, Great Xia is now in danger. If you weren't a monster, how could Great Xia be in this state?!"
"Oh." Zhao laughed at this. Her voice came from behind the screen next door. Jiang Zhaoxue sensed the rising and falling aura of resentment from Zhao. Hearing Zhao's laughter, she said, "You've been saying for so long that this is all your father's fault. My only sin seems to be being favored by your father and the fabricated story of the woman's tragic death in Kunning Palace. Third Prince, do you have any evidence?"
"I have!"
As soon as Zhao opened her mouth, one of the ministers burst into tears. "My daughter, a court lady, was murdered by Empress Zhao. Before her death, she wrote a letter in blood to me, revealing that Empress Zhao had set up a blood sacrifice pool in Kunning Palace to summon demons. I beg for your understanding!"
"How dare you!" Zhao shouted, "You deserve to be punished for committing a crime in the palace, yet you dare to slander me like this?"
"Do you dare to say that you didn't kill the Wang girl?" Song Wuya asked.
Zhao chuckled, "Killing a palace maid is worthy of punishment? According to Your Highness, the Third Prince's crime was unforgivable when he massacred the city and exterminated the clan in Western Shu!"
"Empress." A neutral voice sounded as she spoke, but everyone fell silent.
Song Wulan glanced over and chuckled, then said to Jiang Zhaoxue, "Oh, it's Fu Changsheng, the dean of Tianji Academy."
Jiang Zhaoxue sensed the person who was speaking. The other person possessed immense spiritual power, the only one here who could counterbalance the Zhao family. At the same time, she turned her gaze towards Qian Sisi, stroking her hair as if stroking her hair, from her hair all the way down to her neck.
The people around her didn't notice her actions, but Qian Sisi immediately understood and left quietly.
Song Wu Lan looked at Fu Changsheng, showing no respect for him at all. He continued, "This old man believes most in destiny. When I was born, he said that I had a body of emptiness, a natural vessel, and would be devoured by evil creatures in the future. He advised my father to kill me to avoid future troubles. It was Zhao who risked her life to protect me."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and frowned slightly. She finally realized that something was wrong with the person in front of her.
The body of emptiness is the best spiritual object container in the world. No matter it is evil spirit, spirit of an instrument or anything else, any intangible object can be perfectly integrated into this body.
However, all creatures in the world value balance. Given this kind of physique, they will of course be given means to preserve their lives.
The Void Body can only be parasitized if the person is willing to offer his body, but Song Wulan obviously has not offered his body yet.
But he couldn't see the characteristics of the Void Body either.
"The Zhao family found a powerful person in the family to cover up my Void Body," Song Wulan said, not knowing whether he guessed her thoughts or just followed her words, "Then he asked Fu Changsheng to calculate it again, and Fu Changsheng let me go. But because of him, I stayed in the cold palace until I was eighteen. When he later calculated that I had the fate of a True Dragon, he couldn't believe it, so he found countless fortune tellers in the world to calculate my fate. After confirming that I had the fate of a True Dragon, he immediately welcomed me out. Look at him, now he has started to doubt my mother again."
As he spoke, Fu Changsheng stared at Zhao and asked, "May I ask, Your Majesty, is what Lord Wang said true? Did you set up a human blood altar in the palace?"
"Is Dean Fu doubting me?"
Seeing Fu Changsheng speak, Zhao finally became serious. "I understand Dean Fu's concerns, but there's no need to waste words. It's so easy to prove whether I'm an evil creature or not. Now that I'm on the altar, Your Highness, please ask the ancestors!"
"Your Majesty is right." Fu Changsheng pondered for a moment and agreed with Zhao's words. He turned to look at the altar and urged Song Wuya, "Third Prince, don't delay and recognize your ancestors."
As he spoke, all the soldiers and monks on the altar began to pound the ground with their weapons in unison, urging in unison: "Ask the ancestors! Ask the ancestors! Ask the ancestors!"
Hearing such urging, Song Wuya knew that he could not delay any longer. He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhaoxue who was high up, and saw Jiang Zhaoxue nodded.
Song Wuya took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the altar at the highest point of the altar.
The moment his footsteps landed on the steps, the entire staircase quickly lit up, indicating that the altar ceremony to ask the ancestors had officially begun. As the most solemn, majestic and most powerful way for the Song family to prove themselves, it could not be stopped after it began. Once they retreated, they would be doomed to death.
Song Wuya looked at the altar on the high platform, his heart beating fast, but he knew he had no way to retreat.
Amidst the constant cries of "Ask the ancestors", he controlled his breathing and walked up step by step slowly and solemnly.
As he walked up, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a figure in the crowd rushing out from the darkness. A dagger fell from Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve. Song Wulan fanned himself and chuckled, "Oh, you guys delayed for so long, and it only took this long..."
Before he could finish his words, Qian Sisi suddenly rushed out from the crowd!
The talisman paper brushed against the sword, and her sword was as fast as thunder and her body was as ghostly as a ghost. She rushed straight towards Zhao who was sitting on the seat with her sword. Before everyone could prepare, she suddenly slashed Zhao's neck with her sword!
The sword entered Zhao's body, as if it was stuck in a quagmire. Zhao looked up coldly, and Qian Sisi suddenly felt something was wrong.
A moment later, black energy suddenly burst out, and Qian Sisi was blown away by the black energy. A cultivator cried out in surprise: "Grudge!"
In an instant, the whole place was in chaos. The black energy chased Qian Sisi and rushed forward. Qian Sisi slashed down the curtain in front of Song Wulan with a sword, rolled on the ground, and jumped down from the altar. Being chased by the black energy and the pursuers, she shouted, "Take care, Jiang Zhaoxue! I have to run!"
"Tsk." Song Wu Lan shook his fan and chuckled, "Just throwing you away like that, you're a fortune teller..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Wu Lan felt a cold dagger pressed against his neck.
Jiang Zhaoxue had already knelt silently behind him, leaned over to his ear, and whispered softly, "What's wrong, Master?"
Song Wulan froze, turned around in surprise, and couldn't help asking, "Do you know martial arts?"
"No." Jiang Zhaoxue answered honestly with a gentle smile, "But I have money."
With the agility talisman and the strength talisman attached to her body, she is also a master of boxing and kicking.
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly drew a talisman and sent a message to Pei Zichen at the same time.
Zhao had been led far away by Qian Sisi and had no time to care about her. Her voice transmission could reach Pei Zichen unimpeded: "Zichen, get ready, I'm going to start the formation."
When Pei Zichen heard the words, he was standing on the palace gate wall between the altar and the palace, wearing a cloak and mask that could change his appearance, body shape and voice, looking at the imperial city, waiting for Jiang Zhaoxue's order.
Under normal circumstances, the palace was guarded by a true dragon, and ordinary cultivators couldn't trespass rashly. However, if someone within the palace invited them in, the true dragon would turn a blind eye if they didn't overdo it. Furthermore, with the emperor already at the altar and the true dragon no longer in the palace, the palace had become a no-man's land, free for cultivators to come and go as they pleased.
Therefore, Pei Zichen started to set up the formation as soon as he entered the palace. Now the barrier formation has been completely set up and is just waiting to be activated.
He knew that it was impossible to restrain this resentful evil spirit with his spiritual power, so before coming, he had prepared thousands of Yin Zhixian and refined the power of Yuanluo Bow.
In order to avoid meeting Shen Yuqing or other people who knew him, he concealed his body, appearance and voice, waiting for Jiang Zhaoxue's orders.
As soon as Jiang Zhaoxue's message arrived, he felt the ground shaking noticeably. It must be the resentful evil spirits from the direction of the altar trying to mobilize the power in the palace.
The source of the shaking was obvious. He leaped up and rushed towards the source of the power. He calmly unsheathed his sword and activated the magic circle at the same time. He replied calmly, "Yes, my lady."
The moment he moved, Shen Yuqing, who had been waiting in the Prince's Palace in the imperial palace, opened his eyes instantly. After saying "Follow me" to Mu Jinyue, they rushed towards the direction he sensed at the same time.
He had long known that there were resentful evil spirits in the palace, but he would not interfere since the fate of the mortal world had nothing to do with him.
But now, there are people from the Nine Netherworld Realm in this palace!
He was very familiar with this kind of magic. Two hundred years ago, it was this magic that almost wiped out the elite of the entire Central Continent. Countless of his fellow disciples lost their lives at its hands. Today, there was a demon cultivator from the Nine Netherworld Realm here, and he would not let him go.
He and Pei Zichen surrounded the enemy from the east and west, and arrived at Kunning Palace almost at the same time, causing the ground of the palace to shake. The moment Pei Zichen jumped in from the window, Shen Yuqing summoned a long sword from his spine and slashed at Pei Zichen. Pei Zichen blocked it with his sword, and Yin Zhixian rushed out and collided heavily with Shen Yuqing!
Like Jiang Zhaoxue, Shen Yuqing's cultivation was forcibly suppressed when he came to the human world. Pei Zichen couldn't estimate how much Shen Yuqing was suppressed. He only knew that after taking the sword, he was shocked so much that his palms went numb. He turned over and jumped back quickly. At the same time, Shen Yuqing separated the sword formation and chopped the Yin Zhixian who rushed forward into pieces. The sword body followed closely and in an instant, they exchanged no less than a hundred moves with him.
Pei Zichen didn't dare to use the Lingjian Xian Pavilion sword technique, and only used basic moves.
Shen Yuqing stared at the direction of his spiritual energy and shouted coldly: "You evil creature, how dare you show yourself?"
"How can you be called a demon if you've never done any evil?" Pei Zichen raised his hand and swept it away, sending the Yin Zhixian whistling away. "Let it go!"
As he spoke, he turned over and jumped into the inner hall, with Shen Yuqing chasing closely after him.
Pei Zichen had no intention of fighting with him.
His main task today was to restrain the body of this evil spirit. If he could directly injure the body of this evil spirit, it would weaken the power of the evil spirit on the altar. Even if this evil spirit suddenly attacked and wanted to kill him, Shen Yuqing would be here to restrain it.
Pei Zichen made a plan in his mind and led Shen Yuqing to the inner hall of Kunning Palace.
As the two men fought fiercely, the altar was in chaos.
After Qian Sisi used the talisman to force Zhao out of her true form, the people from the Tianji Academy immediately split into two groups. Fu Changsheng led his men to surround Zhao, but the emperor shouted, "Don't touch her! She's the queen! No one can touch her!"
"Did you hear that?"
Zhao's voice echoed throughout the altar, and the black energy transformed into a giant ghost face, overlooking everyone: "This is the emperor's order, don't get out of the way!"
"She manipulated Father!"
Upon hearing this, Song Wuya immediately shouted, "Dean Fu, she must have been controlling our father all these years. She's been lurking in the palace like a vengeful spirit for so long, and you haven't even noticed?! Why don't you kill her?"
"Song Wuya, you're looking for death!"
The moment the sound fell, black gas rushed towards the altar. Seeing this, Qian Sisi jumped towards the altar, and the sword energy went straight to the black gas. The black gas instantly turned into a sword body, and at the same time, she started fighting with Qian Sisi, Fu Changsheng and others.
The monks from Tianji Academy were also in chaos, fighting fiercely.
Song Wuya looked at Jiang Zhaoxue and couldn't help but ask loudly: "How long will it take?!"
Jiang Zhaoxue drew a magic circle and sent a message to him: "Wait!"
"How long will it take?"
Song Wu Lan fanned himself, as if he could hear their conversation, and said fearlessly, "Within a quarter of an hour, if he doesn't ask his ancestors, the karmic fire will burn him to death. Master Jiang, you'd better be quick. Otherwise, once he dies, it will prove that my mother is a resentful demon..."
Song Wulan smiled and turned back: "I am also the prince of the true dragon's destiny."
"Your Highness doesn't seem afraid?"
Jiang Zhaoxue's formation began to take shape. She quickly filled in the details. Song Wulan chuckled, "Why do you think I told you that I have a body of emptiness?"
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard this, he felt a chill in his heart and instantly realized that something was wrong.
He told her that he was a body of emptiness, so she didn't want to kill him rashly, for she was afraid that he would sacrifice his body. Once he sacrificed his body, the evil spirit would obtain a human body and would immediately become dozens of times stronger.
But why would he tell me in advance?
At that time, she had not yet revealed her ability to fight. He must have thought that she was a powerless fortune teller, so he dared to put her behind him like this.
But if he knew she was a threat, how could he dare to leave her behind alone...
wrong!
Jiang Zhaoxue instantly became alert, raised his hand to retract the magic circle that was about to be completed and retreated quickly. At that moment, the folding fan in Song Wulan's hand had attracted a black gas and smashed it heavily on the ground!
Then he came up like a ghost and chased Jiang Zhaoxue closely.
Jiang Zhaoxue leaped from a height into the altar battle. Zhao Shi saw Jiang Zhaoxue leap down and roared as she rushed towards him. Qian Sisi leaped in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, who quickly retreated. Qian Sisi, with a bunch of tattered talismans hanging on her sword, and she and the cultivators from Tianji Academy stood in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, desperately slashing at the black energy. She collapsed and said, "There are too many people who need protection. Call for help!"
"Hold on!"
Jiang Zhaoxue encouraged him and raised his hand to draw the last line of the formation. However, at that moment, the black gas bypassed everyone and rushed to the last link of the formation, blocking the last connection of the formation.
The last link of the formation could not be connected, so it could not be activated. Jiang Zhaoxue's spiritual power surged crazily, and black energy continued to flow. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at Zhao and sneered, "I want to see what you are capable of."
"Then give it a try!"
As soon as the ghost face opened his mouth, the entire capital began to shake. In the basement of the Kunning Palace in the imperial palace, blood began to boil and quickly rushed to the floor. The floor was shaking violently. Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing, who were fighting, were both stunned.
A moment later, a strong wind blew, and the evil spirit exploded the floor and soared into the sky. Seeing this, Pei Zichen jumped to the ground without hesitation, and saw that the source of the evil spirit was a huge pool of blood that was surging. In the middle of the pool of blood, a human figure slowly floated up. The long sword in Pei Zichen's hand shone brightly, and he used all his strength to stab into the human figure the moment the body floated up!
The evil spirit paused for a moment, and the bloody man froze in the pool. After a moment, there was a roar, and the bloody man exploded into black gas, which knocked Pei Zichen away, and then rushed up madly, heading straight towards the altar.
Pei Zichen shouted anxiously: "Shen Yuqing!"
Shen Yuqing's sword formation opened instantly, and the black energy slammed into the golden sword formation.
The evil spirit was cut off by Pei Chen and the others. Jiang Zhaoxue noticed that Zhao's breath was blocked, and her spiritual power surged and poured in, completely reopening the black energy that was blocking her, and the magic circle was formed instantly!
She flipped her hand and summoned the Qiankun Lottery, which was suspended in mid-air.
She clearly sensed Shen Yuqing's presence and knew it was him who had started it. She secretly warned Pei Zichen with a smile, "Stop your master and don't come over to cause trouble."
Pei Zichen heard the smile in Jiang Zhaoxue's tone, suppressed the surging blood in his chest, and replied "yes". Then he jumped up and chased after Shen Yuqing to stop him.
Shen Yuqing chopped away the evil spirit and really wanted to leave.
Pei Zichen slashed down with a sword from the side, and Shen Yuqing dodged to the side with a slightly angry look on his face.
The magic circle under his feet instantly lit up, and he raised his hand and swung the sword. Light swords surrounded him, and he said in a cold voice: "I am protecting my wife today and will not argue with you. Get out of the way!"
Upon hearing this, Pei Zichen looked at Shen Yuqing's sword formation and also raised his hand to make a hand gesture.
A magic circle similar to the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion was under his feet, but it used the power of the Nine Nether Realm. It emitted a purple-silver light, and purple lightsabers surrounded his body. Pei Zichen raised his eyes coldly: "Sorry, I can't give in."
The moment the sound fell, countless lightsabers clashed in the air. The two men simultaneously killed the evil spirits that tried to escape, while at the same time drawing their swords with all their strength to block each other's way.
They isolated all the evil spirits in the palace. Zhao Shi couldn't stop Jiang Zhaoxue from forming a formation, so she began to try to attack her directly.
Qian Sisi was so frightened that she shouted, "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
The monks from Tianji Academy pounced forward, and countless talismans and magical lights hit Gui Lian, protecting Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue flipped his hand and began to shake the lot: "The way of heaven is unpredictable..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly stunned.
Can't shake it.
For the first time, the Qiankun Lottery seemed to be bound by some force and could not move at all.
Who is it?!
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in surprise and saw Song Wulan standing opposite her across the altar.
Behind him stood archers and monks, and he held a folding fan, which he gently touched on his lips, with three copper coins floating in front of him.
And the three copper coins showed the hexagram was - good luck.
Fortune teller!
Jiang Zhaoxue reacted instantly and realized that Song Wulan was actually a fortune teller!
He actually took the initiative to start the formation and prevented her from making this move!
But how could he be a fortune teller?
He is only in his twenties, how could he seal her lottery? !
Jiang Zhaoxue's mind was working rapidly, and he immediately understood why Song Wuya, who had the destiny of a true dragon, could not successfully ask his ancestors for help on the altar.
Because his fate was changed.
His fate was not obscured by evil spirits, but was actually changed by a fortune teller.
The resentful demon Zhao was just a knife he raised, and he was the real master!
In his twenties, he was able to change the fate of a true dragon. Even in the realm of true immortality, he was the unrivaled genius fortune teller at that time.
How could such a person appear in the mortal realm?
"I did."
Seeing Jiang Zhaoxue's expression, Song Wulan slowly smiled, "I want to make a bet with Lady Jiang. For the past twenty-seven years, I've always won every bet. Lady Jiang, could you let me lose just once?"
"Master Jiang..."
Song Wuya trembled slightly to remind him that the clepsydra was about to start dripping and a quarter of an hour was almost up.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Song Wulan's confident smile and couldn't help but laugh as well. He said loudly, "Song Wuya, cut your blood and ask your ancestors!"
Hearing this, Song Wuya took a deep breath, picked up the knife tremblingly, and cut his wrist.
Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand, and talismans surrounded his body. He calmly transmitted, "Ye Tianjiao."
Ye Tianjiao had already drawn up the spirit gathering array and waited for a long time. When he heard Jiang Zhaoxue's voice, he immediately said, "Here!"
"Open the formation."
The moment Jiang Zhaoxue gave the order, Ye Tianjiao quickly called the cultivators behind him and sat under the spirit gathering formation.
Spiritual power flew in from outside the altar. Seeing this, Song Wulan also raised his hand and made a hand gesture, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into his body.
"Zi Chen."
Jiang Zhaoxue calmly reminded: "Get ready, I'm coming back."
Pei Zichen obeyed, shuddering. He stopped trying to stop Shen Yuqing and unleashed all of his Yin Zhixian (Yin Zhixian) towards her. Thousands of them pounced on her, shocking her enough to make her flinch. Seizing the opportunity, Pei Zichen leaped forward, splitting the air with his sword as he sprinted frantically towards the altar.
He ran through the long narrow corridors along the vermilion palace walls, throwing away his cloak and taking off his mask as he ran, revealing his black and purple slim-fitting suit, his black and purple hair tied high, and a high ponytail decorated with a red rope.
He hurried over and reminded Jiang Zhaoxue: "My Lady, I'm fine now."
"The laws of nature are unpredictable—"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened to Pei Zichen's voice and made hand gestures.
"The laws of nature are unpredictable—"
Song Wulan touched the corner of his mouth with his folding fan and smiled.
The Qiankun stick spun rapidly in an instant, and the three copper coins in front of Song Wulan also spun rapidly in the air.
Zhao roared and charged towards Jiang Zhaoxue. Feather arrows flew down from behind Song Wulan. Jiang Zhaoxue's runes formed a barrier, and Zhao slammed into the barrier hard. The arrows fell like rain into a small pond, creating ripples.
Seeing this, Qian Sisi shouted, "Go!"
He drew his sword and rushed towards Song Wulan. The two sides were fighting in a group. Only Jiang Zhaoxue and Song Wulan stood on both sides of the altar, calm as before, chanting spells.
"Gambling on the heavens—"
"Gambling on the heavens—"
"Great luck—"
"Good luck to the universe—"
"True Dragon asks the ancestor!"
"Fake Dragon Asks Ancestor!"
"Zi Chen." Jiang Zhaoxue called out in her heart, "Come back!"
As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue drew on Pei Zichen's spiritual power, combined it with everyone's strength, and instantly filled her own magic circle. Seeing this, Zhao roared in fear, and black energy surged. She suddenly crashed into Jiang Zhaoxue's barrier, breaking it and flying towards her!
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the huge black shadow flying towards him in the spiritual power field, and his eyes widened instantly. He heard Qian Sisi shouting urgently: "Zhaoxue!"
But it was too late, absolutely too late.
Just as the black gas was about to penetrate Jiang Zhaoxue, the space suddenly shook, and a long sword broke through the air, tearing open the space and slashing fiercely at the resentful evil spirit in front of it!
The ice and snow followed the sword, breaking through the black air. The resentful demons screamed and fled with the ice and snow that carried the aura of exorcism. The young man's pine and cypress fragrance mixed with her usual flower-scented hair and headband swept across her cheek. She closed her eyes in peace and said at the same time as Song Wulan: "Go!"
"go!"
The two men shouted at the same time, and the Dharma light shot up into the sky from under their feet and hit the other party's Dharma light hard.
The luck of both sides roared out like two dragons of light, fighting with each other.
Song Wu Lan stared at the woman in the brilliant light opposite him. The illusion gradually dissipated, and she gradually revealed her true face in the light.
Her facial features were bright, her temperament was cool, the flame pattern between her eyebrows flashed with golden light, and her shawl scattered in the light as if in water, making her look like the goddess he had seen in the temple countless times.
His blood boiled and his heart beat faster as he watched the two dragons of destiny biting each other. Jiang Zhaoxue was obviously very strong-willed, and her dragon of destiny became more and more fierce as the battle went on!
The pain caused by the exhaustion of spiritual power spread throughout his tendons and veins. After all, he was only a mortal in his twenties, and he knew that he could not hold on for much longer.
However, for the first time in my life, I finally had something to remember in this boring world.
"Kill her."
Song Wulan’s breath became rapid, and he shouted loudly: “Silla Yi, kill her!”
The moment the sound fell, Jiang Zhaoxue's dragon of luck bit Song Wulan's throat of luck and tore it open violently!
At the same time, the black gas turned into a woman in red holding an umbrella, and the umbrella flew towards Jiang Zhaoxue. Pei Zichen drew his sword and rushed out. Dozens of lightsabers and red umbrellas were entangled together. He slashed at the woman in red with a sword!
The Qiankun Jade Stick flew out, and Jiang Zhaoxue saw the word "Shangshang" and shouted hurriedly: "Song Wuya!"
"Ancestors of the Song family, behold," Song Wuya had been waiting for a long time. Before the water clock ran out, he suddenly placed his hands on the stage and shouted, "The 32nd generation descendant, Song Wuya, pays homage to his ancestors with blood. The Song family's national lineage, the true dragon's destiny, is this Wuya?!"
The altar didn't respond. Song Wuya's heart was beating fast. He couldn't control his despair and shouted excitedly: "Ancestors, the true dragon's luck is Wuya?!"
The altar was silent, and Song Wuya's blood gradually cooled down.
No response?
How could there be no response?!
Did he try his best, stained his hands with sin, to snatch the Lingxu Fan, and use all he had, but he was still a fake dragon? Was he still going to lose?!
He couldn't believe it, and at this moment, the coin in front of Song Wulan finally stopped.
"Xu Gua..."
Song Wulan murmured.
Xu Gua, put it in a desperate situation and then it will be reborn.
The copper coin stopped and faced Jiang Zhaoxue's "up", and the winner was decided!
In an instant, rays of light lit up around the altar.
The dark clouds in the sky parted, and a ray of light fell from the sky and landed on Song Wuya.
Seeing the light, Song Wuya's eyes couldn't help but turn red. The pain of his mother's tragic death and the sorrow of four years of life and death clearly emerged in his mind at this moment.
He has reached the end!
Light fell on him, and an ancient voice echoed in the sky: "Yun, the 32nd generation descendant, Song Wuya, inherits the Song Dynasty."
Hearing this, Song Wuya collapsed to the ground instantly, and Song Wulan seemed to have made some decision, and closed his eyes with a smile.
At that moment, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt the spiritual power field trembling inexplicably, as if something extremely terrifying was appearing.
"I promise you..."
Song Wulan's voice was heard, and his voice was extremely weak.
Jiang Zhaoxue caught the sound instantly among the many voices. Almost at the moment when the other party opened his mouth, she grabbed the broken sword on the ground and rushed forward. The moment the sound fell, she cut Song Wu Lan's throat.
Blood splattered everywhere. Song Wu Lan soberly looked at the woman who had killed him. Seeing his blood splattered on her face, he stared at her fanatically and obsessively, muttering, "Jiang... Zhao... Xue..."
His body fell heavily to the ground, but Silla Yi seemed to have received some help, and his strength suddenly surged. Pei Zichen exclaimed: "Lady!"
Before Jiang Zhaoxue turned around, Pei Zichen threw her to the ground. The murderous aura flew over her head, and Shen Yuqing's sword light flew straight from behind, piercing through Xinluoyi's body!
Silla Yi wailed and was immediately cut by the lightsaber. It turned into a black gas and drilled into the crowd, disappearing in an instant.
“Run!”
Jiang Zhaoxue noticed that Silla Yi had disappeared, and realized that Shen Yuqing was chasing her, so she spoke hurriedly.
Pei Zichen immediately picked her up and jumped out.
Shen Yuqing's sword intent followed closely behind. Jiang Zhaoxue nestled in Pei Zichen's arms, listening to the whistling wind. Then, she heard Ye Wenzhi's exclamation from the side: "Your Highness!"
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up when she heard that, and saw Qian Sisi rushing up to the altar, carrying Song Wuya, who had fainted at some point, and running away.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue said anxiously, "Qian Sisi, see you later!"
However, Qian Sisi did not respond to her. She just raised her hand, threw out a teleportation array, and jumped down.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't have time to think about it, he just felt Shen Yuqing's figure approaching.
This time he was fully prepared, and his lightsaber was chasing closely, blocking all possibilities for Pei Zichen to split the space. Jiang Zhaoxue knew that it would not take a moment for Shen Yuqing to stop them.
If Shen Yuqing stopped them, regardless of whether he would kill Pei Zichen or not, and whether it would hinder her plan, just thinking about him and Mu Jinyue, she didn't want to stay with him for a moment.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and without hesitation, he summoned the Yuanluo bow. He used the spiritual force field to sense Shen Yuqing's figure, hugged Pei Zichen, raised his hand to bend the bow, and the moment Shen Yuqing chased him, the arrow flew out!
Shen Yuqing only had time to speak: "Axue, I won't kill..."
Before the sound was finished, the arrow arrived.
The arrow suddenly pierced through his shoulder. This arrow had no spiritual power and was just an external injury.
He would only share with her a serious injury that was life-threatening; external injuries would only hinder his progress.
However, at that moment, he felt that this was the most painful injury he had ever suffered in his life.
No matter if it was the broken heart meridians of Cangming Hai Beizhen, the burning flames in the battle with Fire Kirin, or the forty-nine lashes of the Soul Whip that Tianming Palace took for her.
There has never been a more painful time than this one.
The arrow Jiang Zhaoxue shot at him.
The wife who once loved him so much that she was willing to make a love pact with him, actually shot him in the arms of another man?!
Shock and pain surged over him as he watched Pei Zichen running away with Jiang Zhaoxue in his arms, unable to control himself any longer.
He wants to kill him.
Pei Zichen...
How could he take her away?!
Spiritual power burst out, and he didn't care whether it would disrupt the order of this small world. He just wanted to catch them with all his might.
He knew clearly what he was afraid of, what he dared not admit. He raised his hand and slashed at Pei Zichen with his sword, crying out in pain: "Axue!!"
"Master!" Mu Jinyue saw the arrow, felt the space twist, and rushed towards Shen Yuqing, "No!"
However, it was too late. The sword flew towards Pei Zichen. Pei Zichen felt the sword light behind him. He knew that he had no way to avoid it, but he also knew that he must not let go.
He couldn't stop, he couldn't give Jiang Zhaoxue any chance to turn back.
He wants to take her away.
He must take her away!
The sword flashed towards her. Jiang Zhaoxue had never thought that Shen Yuqing would be so impulsive, and she hurriedly hugged Pei Zichen.
However, just as the sword light reached Pei Zichen, a hand with pale skin and distinct knuckles suddenly stretched out from the space beside Pei Zichen!
That hand tore open the space in an instant, and a man in purple-black gorgeous clothes leaned out, his long hair loose, and a jade hanging on his forehead. No one could see his face clearly, only the purple-black clothes with splendid mountains and rivers sprinkled with silver light. The young man and Pei Zichen passed by each other, and his hair passed by the back of Jiang Zhaoxue's hand on his cheek. Jiang Zhaoxue looked back in surprise, and the young man raised his hand to block the two of them, and hit Shen Yuqing with a lightsaber!
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, a strong wind blew up, the lightsaber shattered like ice, and the purple-black magic circle light hit Shen Yuqing heavily. Shen Yuqing vomited blood and was directly blown away.
Pei Zichen spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Jiang Zhaoxue felt the blood and didn't know what was going on. She hurriedly called out, "Zichen?!"
Pei Zichen didn't say anything. He took the opportunity to raise his hand and slash the space with a sword, then jumped down holding Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly remembered something and screamed at Ye Wenzhi: "Burn Song Wulan! His body cannot be left alive!"
As she spoke, she and Pei Zichen fell into darkness.
As she was falling, she felt someone raised his hand to stop her, as if holding her waist and pulling her out of the water, stopping her from falling without any resistance.
The young man's long hair brushed against her cheek, and a familiar fragrance lingered around her nose.
Jiang Zhaoxue vaguely sensed someone coming and murmured doubtfully, "Senior?"
The other party did not answer, but raised his hands to cover her eyes.
"Go to sleep."
He said gently: "Just get some sleep and you'll be fine."
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The author has something to say: I've regained some form! I'll continue giving out red envelopes for this chapter!! I hope you'll keep updating happily!!
【Small Theater】
Shen Yuqing: "How many boyfriends have you found since you left me?"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "One."
Shen Yuqing: "There are more than one person who hit me, and you're telling me just one?!"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Really, just one."
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