"Chen Ce!" Yin Qinghe shouted immediately.

Xie Chen Ce immediately took out the battle array and quickly began to change the battle array.

At this time, the seven great generals slowly opened their eyes, and the long spears in their hands pointed directly to the east of the battle array.

Countless bats crashed into the rising spirit shield, making continuous banging sounds.

After these bats died, they all turned into purple poisonous smoke, which continued to corrode the spirit shield.

At this time, Yin Qinghe was taking out the spirit that originally belonged to Jing Shaoci from Yan Zixiu's body.

At the same moment, his incarnation also opened his eyes.

"Lu Wuchen, if you dare to take another step forward, I will kill you here." Yin Qinghe's tone was very sharp.

"Heh."

A sarcastic laugh was clearly heard by the two, as if the person was standing in front of them.

"Yin Qinghe, do you think you can stop me?"

After saying this, Lu Wuchen took off his hood, revealing a handsome face.

Although this face was good-looking, Lu Wuchen's eyes were too cold, and coupled with his pale skin, he exuded a chilling aura.

He looked up at Yin Qinghe's incarnation in the formation, and said word by word: "I only want Zixiu."

"You want Xiaowu, unless I die." Yin Qinghe gritted his teeth.

Lu Wuchen laughed an extremely cold laugh, "Yin Qinghe, you have already died once. Your good disciple overthrew my Daxuan dynasty in order to avenge you."

At this time, all the guards took action, and the ground began to shake violently.

Xie Chence kept changing the formation, but Lu Wuchen released too many dirty things, and the spirit shield was about to collapse.

At this time, Lu Wuchen raised his right hand to summon the blood corpse puppet and confronted the god head-on.

He stepped on the countless poisonous insect corpses on the ground and walked towards the gate step by step.

"The Daxuan Dynasty originally had a national fortune of 600 years, but the dragon veins were cut, and the luck was also stripped away. He destroyed the entire empire of my Lu family."

At this point, Lu Wuchen suddenly changed his tone to a nostalgic one, and said: "But even so, I still love him very much."

"Stop your fucking here, you nasty person!!" Yin Qinghe cursed while fighting, "If your father hadn't coveted my inner elixir for immortality, how could Xiaowu be stained with blood? Now you dare to bring up the past again. What kind of beast are you, to be so shameless?!" As soon as

the voice fell, the spirit sword in his hand split a bloody corpse, but in the blink of an eye, dozens of puppets stood up.

Lu Wuchen seemed to be used to his abuse, and even had a happy smile on his face.

"These bloody corpses are all refined from Zixiu's spirit. The more you kill, the weaker his spirit will be. You, as a master, can try to see when you can break his spirit."

After saying that, he raised his right hand, and the ball of fluorescent light in his palm was Yan Zixiu's spirit.

At this time, Yin Qinghe's original body was closing his eyes, and his hand was also holding a ball of spirit.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his corroded fingers in the black mist were shaking constantly.

Killing Lu Wuchen, for Yin Qinghe now, there was no need to go to such great lengths.

But Lu Wuchen connected Yan Zixiu's spirit to himself. Once he died, Yan Zixiu's soul would be incomplete forever.

Yin Qinghe, who had transformed into a human body, began to be attacked from all sides. He even asked Xie Chence to control the gods to prevent them from attacking the blood corpses.

"With my transformation, humanity will be at peace. The Xuanzu will be passed on to the earth to protect the Heavenly Gate. Bind--"

Eight golden fences fell from the sky. Yin Qinghe's mouth was bleeding. He used the last of his spiritual power to trap all the blood corpses.

Seeing this, Lu Wuchen raised his lips sarcastically and said, "That's all."

He took out a dark red box from his sleeve, opened the lid, and whispered, "Go."

"Roar——————"

A bloody nightmare dragon suddenly appeared out of thin air, with green saliva dripping from its teeth, smashing holes in the ground. The

nightmare dragon swung its tail and smashed directly at Yin Qinghe. He quickly flew into the air, flipped his wrist and chopped down the spirit sword vertically.

But at the moment when the sword pierced the dragon's tail, the tip of the sword quickly turned black, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the entire spirit sword.

Yin Qinghe immediately put away the sword, bit his fingertips, and swept across the sword.

But at this time, the Nightmare Dragon had turned around and rushed towards Wenmei Pavilion.

Yin Qinghe wanted to stop it, but half of his spiritual energy was now covering Jing Shaoci's spirit, and he couldn't reverse the situation at all.

Seeing this, Xie Chence immediately threw away the array in his hand and lifted up Yin Qinghe's body.

Just when he finally carried Jing Shaoci out, the Nightmare Dragon used its top corners to hit the entire main building heavily, and the beams and countless tiles above fell directly. At this moment, Xie Chence used all his strength to throw Jing Shaoci away, but he was buried by the collapsed rubble.

"Chence!!!"

Yin Qinghe's eyes instantly turned red, and he rushed over like a madman.

Lu Wuchen looked at him, took out two silver needles and threw them into the air. After they stopped, the needle tips began to tumble with the movement of his fingers.

At this time, the Nightmare Dragon seemed to have received some orders and plunged into the ruins.

At this time, Yin Qinghe's body was extremely weak and could no longer hold on.

Jing Shaoci's spirit had returned to his body, and his fingers began to tremble slightly in his coma.

The Nightmare Dragon bit Xie Chence from the ruins by the arm, and just as it was about to swallow him, Lu Wuchen raised his hand: "Wait a minute."

As the voice fell, Yin Qinghe's body had awakened.

He jumped up, and a powerful golden light burst out from his body.

"Yin Qinghe, it's easy for you to kill this nightmare dragon, but before it explodes and dies, Xie Chence must not live."

Lu Wuchen appeared above the nightmare dragon. He slowly raised the corners of his lips and said in a contemptuous tone: "You can only choose one between your apprentice and your husband."

Yin Qinghe's right hand holding the sword was throbbing with veins. At this moment, Xie Chence opened his left eye that was not stained with blood, and then reached for the dagger at his waist.

"Xiaohe..." His voice was extremely weak, but there was still a gentle smile on his face, "Protect Xiaowu."

Yin Qinghe yelled with bloodshot eyes, watching Xie Chence stabbing the dagger into his right arm.

Just when he was about to cut off his arm, Lu Wuchen let the Nightmare Dragon open its mouth.

Yin Qinghe flew over to catch Xie Chence, put him on the ground, and immediately sealed the wounds on his body with spiritual energy.

"Lu, Wu, Chen--"

Lu Wuchen also knew that he had forced Yin Qinghe to this point, and he would definitely not be able to walk out of here alive today.

But it doesn't matter, he was here to die.

Just when Yin Qinghe raised the sword to chop at him, Lu Wuchen did not deviate or dodge, as if he was trapped, and stood straight in place.

At the moment when the spiritual sword pierced his chest and abdomen, he grabbed Yin Qinghe's sword with his bare hands.

Dark red blood kept dripping from the air, and Lu Wuchen said with red eyes: "You misunderstood me, Zixiu is my beloved, how could I bear to hurt him even a little bit."

Yin Qinghe sneered, and after dissolving the spirit sword, she grabbed his collar tightly and punched him in the head one after another.

Yin Qinghe did not stop until half of Lu Wuchen's skull was sunken.

But even though Lu Wuchen became a ghost, he still did not die.

"You used evil magic to refine yourself into this evil appearance, and you did so many evil things, what qualifications do you have to mention his name?!"

Dark blood flowed out of Lu Wuchen's mouth and nose, and a hoarse sound like a lingering gasp came out of his throat.

"But I came this time... just to return his spirit..."

Yin Qinghe laughed in anger, pinched his neck and said, "Do you think I will still believe what you said now?"

Lu Wuchen smiled with relief, and suddenly raised his right hand to grab his chest.

The fingertips surrounded by a faint black mist directly pierced his heart. After Lu Wuchen personally cut off his life, Yan Zixiu's spirit slowly floated out of his body.

"He is... free..."

Yin Qinghe was suddenly startled, and he subconsciously loosened his fingers, and Lu Wuchen fell heavily from mid-air to the ground.

Before he died, he struggled to crawl towards Yan Zixiu. Even though his limbs were broken, Lu Wuchen still crawled forward.

Just one look, just one look.

At this time, the spirit also leaped and flew towards Yan Zixiu's body. Just as it merged into his soul, Lu Wuchen raised a satisfied smile on his face.

"I want him to hate you... to the bone for eternity..."

"See how you two... can stay together..."

What he liked most was to see how the gods who saved the common people went to hell.

Lu Wuchen loved Yan Zixiu deeply, but he also hated Yan Zixiu.

But what he hated most was that in another life, Yan Zixiu still loved Jing Shaoci.

Just when Lu Wuchen was extremely angry, he did the last thing.

He sacrificed his last breath to his soul, and used his fate of being torn apart to exchange for the awakening of Jing Shaoci's memories of his previous life.

But Lu Wuchen wanted Jing Shaoci to only remember the past and never forget the day when the truth came out.

With a smile on his lips, his body completely turned into blood.

A dark red spell silently sank into Jing Shaoci's chest. When Yin Qinghe found out, it was too late.

This was a death curse. Even if he had discovered it at the first time, he could not have stopped it.

The spirit sword fell to the ground, and he knelt down heavily with despair in his eyes, shaking uncontrollably.

Tears kept dripping down Yin Qinghe's jaw, and in a flash, he let out a heart-wrenching roar from his throat.

At this moment, Yan Zixiu slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he sat up, he saw Yin Qinghe lying on the ground, as if in great pain.

"Master!" "Hello."

He immediately ran over and held Yin Qinghe's arm, but the other party refused to get up.

Yan Zixiu looked at the wounds on his body, and when he was about to use his spiritual energy to heal him, his hand was grabbed.

"Xiaowu..." Yin Qinghe raised his head, his eyes full of grief, "You go with Master."

Yan Zixiu was stunned, not understanding why Master suddenly said this.

He looked at Yin Qinghe and murmured: "Master, Jing Shaoci is..."

"He won't love you anymore."

Yan Zixiu's pupils suddenly dilated, and he didn't even notice that he shook his head subconsciously.

"Absolutely impossible."

Even if Master said this, he would not believe it.

Hearing his firm tone, Yin Qinghe's face showed an extremely bitter expression.

He knew that under such circumstances, Xiaowu would never give up no matter what.

Yin Qinghe closed his eyes in despair, then stood up with Yan Zixiu's arm.

"Master, I will help you find a solution, I will definitely... help you find a solution."

Yin Qinghe muttered to himself in despair, while raising his hand to touch his face.

He looked into Yan Zixiu's eyes and slowly said, "Xiaowu, there are some things you have forgotten, but Jing Shaoci has remembered them."

Yin Qinghe's voice choked and said, "He will not forgive you."

Yan Zixiu looked at him in panic and even stuttered, "Why, what did I do, why doesn't he forgive me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head suddenly swelled and hurt.

But in the blink of an eye, this pain tore through his body, making Yan Zixiu grit his teeth.

Yin Qinghe immediately held his hand and tried to help him relieve it with the little spiritual power left, but it didn't work at all.

Yan Zixiu hugged his head and couldn't help but groaning in his throat.

Countless incomplete images merged in his mind, and those memories that had already disappeared began to stir, as if being pulled out of his soul by an invisible hand.

Yin Qinghe held his trembling body in his arms, tears continuously falling from his cheeks.

"Xiaowu, Xiaowu..."

Yan Zixiu's vision began to go dark, and the pain eroded all his strength, and soon he fell into a coma.

He seemed to have a very long dream, in which all the scenes of his past life and this life were intertwined. In this dream, it was all Jing Shaoci.

When Yan Zixiu opened his eyes, his back was completely wet.

He forced himself to sit up and found himself lying in the bedroom of Tianyuan Pavilion.

Just as he was in a daze, the paper bird placed on his pillow flew up, and its mouth opened and closed, spitting out Yin Qinghe's voice.

"Xiaowu, Lu Wuchen cast a curse on Jing Shaoci, so he only remembers things before the 32nd year of Chongwu, but I have thought of a way to break the curse. You must wait for me to come back."

Although he had just woken up, Yan Zixiu's face was extremely pale.

He remembered everything.

He remembered everything he should and shouldn't forget.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the door: "You're awake."

Yan Zixiu raised his head suddenly and saw Jing Shaoci walking in.

He got out of bed immediately, but after standing firm, he didn't know how to start.

The two just looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Jing Shaoci looked at him and suddenly laughed sarcastically.

"Yan Zixiu, you said that you were full of evil and sinful in your previous life, but I don't believe it."

Yan Zixiu listened to his tone, and began to feel a bone-chilling coldness.

Jing Shaoci finished speaking and walked towards him step by step.

"But now I remember it." He stopped in front of Yan Zixiu and said word by word: "You really deserve to die."

Yan Zixiu only saw what he was holding in his hand at this time.

It was a sharp dagger.

Yan Zixiu moved his empty eyes to Jing Shaoci's face, like a puppet without a soul.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his dry and cracked lips, "You want to kill me."

Jing Shaoci's eyes were sour and hot, but his heart was as cold as ice.

"Yan Zixiu, do you still remember how I begged you in the death row when you slaughtered my entire palace?"