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Jiang Jingyuan stared at the figure without blinking... staring, not even noticing the faint panic of the maids around her.
Jiang Weiji... Jiang Jingyuan muttered silently, and his heart suddenly surged with turbulent waves. Countless strong, intense, and intense emotions and thoughts intertwined and wandered around, stirring up the blood in every limb of his body to boil.
There was a loud buzzing in her ears, and she didn't hear Xu Qinglin's repeated sighs in her mind at all.
The smile on Xu Qinglin's face disappeared, and he said dejectedly, "How can you survive..."
Really alive... Jiang Jingyuan couldn't even tell whether he heard it or not, but the same thought emerged in his mind.
The five fingers of her right hand dug into the grass and rocks little by little. The sharp branches and rocks pierced her skin and turned over her flesh, but she was unaware of the blood on her hands.
Her body was trembling with excitement, and her eyes were fixed on the figure in black.
She was eager to ask him.
How did you survive? How did you survive? Why are you still alive? What methods did you use to survive until now?
Have you really found the way to become an immortal?
Emperor Huan, the river has not yet crossed?
"And the blood seal..." Even though he had guessed it long ago, it was only at this moment that Jiang Jingyuan dared to believe it and truly and thoroughly realized it.
Why was the Blood Seal taken away by others? Why did the Blood Seal end up in the hands of the "Seeker"?
How could the Jiang family's ancestors be so stupid as to hand over the blood seal to someone else?
The blood seal has always been in the hands of Jiang's ancestors.
Being held tightly, being held tightly.
Such a powerful thing, no one will let it go even if they die!
Want to take it? Then wait until the body is cold and the soul has dissipated, then pry open the finger bones and take it.
Jiang Jingyuan smiled.
"Calm down and stop laughing." Xu Qinglin said silently.
Your smile scares me.
——Xu Qinglin didn’t say this.
She always felt that whenever Jiang Jingyuan smiled, something bad would happen—at least something bad would happen to anyone other than Jiang Jingyuan.
"I'm calm."
Jiang Jingyuan pursed his lips, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and responded.
She couldn't help but curl her eyes and said calmly: "Good things should be shared by everyone."
"What if you don't share it?" Xu Qinglin couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Jingyuan didn't answer, but just smiled again. After a moment, she said "Oh" and said lightly, "It's okay, then I won't share it."
Xu Qinglin: “……?”
Outside the ancient altar, numerous figures in gorgeous black robes moved back and forth, their hands never stopping, staring quietly at the person in the center of the altar, as if they were neither sad nor happy.
The sound of gongs and drums continued, slowly advancing a tune and then suddenly becoming more and more passionate.
"It's enough for the body to come. Why would the soul come to join in the fun..."
A faint human voice pierced through the deafening gongs and drums and chanting, and fell clearly into the ears of everyone on the cliffs.
"Without incense and offerings, you can't even be a ghost?"
The human voice sneered, "You're asking me to kill you?"
The direction from which the faint voice came, the direction Jiang Jingyuan was staring at closely—
The man, who was covered in a gorgeous black robe, clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration:
"We've accumulated merit... We've destroyed Lin, beheaded the entire Zhao family, including the people and ghosts—especially you. My Jiang family has benefited all living beings. This is great kindness and accumulated merit..."
His voice suddenly turned cold:
"Lest some of them become evil spirits and bring disaster to the world!"
The moment the words fell, an invisible force broke through the wellhead at the center of the altar.
With the flash of swords and sabers, more than a dozen men in black turned around in an instant and slashed at the wet water ghost figure.
Streams of water meandered, forming a pool at the figure's feet. The Zhao ancestor stood still, not moving an inch, his head slightly raised, seemingly unconcerned.
A pair of scarlet vertical pupils looked up at the sky, and the clear sunlight shining through the clouds fell into them, and in an instant a golden light and blood shadow flowed.
The Yin soul will not disperse.
He thought coldly.
"Cough, cough, cough—gulp, cough, cough—" His internal organs were jostled, blood and minced meat came out of his mouth, and everything in front of his eyes was bright and dark.
After the bloody storm that was like a catastrophe and a feast, the misty fairy mountain turned into a large area of black scorched earth.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, there was no life in heaven or on earth except him.
"Zhao Ningyu..."
A low murmur.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his neck.
The man fell to his knees, vomiting blood frantically, and asked him with a ferocious expression:
"Have you found the immortal? Have you seen the immortal? Where is the immortal?!"
The sound of his neck bones "crackling" was heard in his ears, and he was almost strangled to death. However, the person who suddenly arrived was still gritting his teeth and shouting like a madman -
"How to become an immortal!! How can I become an immortal?!"
"Speak, speak—"
"What exactly is the method to achieve immortality!!!"
Dog thing...
The flashes of swords and sabers that were coming towards Zhao Ningyu from behind were instantly shattered. He lowered his head, and his scarlet vertical pupils stared at the black-robed figure in front of him.
His eyes were cold.
Suddenly, he grabbed a long sword out of thin air and rushed forward. His aura was not fierce or frightening, but rather like clouds and light smoke, so silent that it was almost ignored.
But in an instant, he appeared in front of the black-robed figure, and the cold long sword suddenly made a sound of breaking through the air and chopped down!
Dog thing...
The light in front of his eyes flickered, and his mind was filled with only one thought -
Damn you Jiang Weiji, are you sick?!
If he knew the secret to immortality, wouldn't he be immortal? If he knew the secret to immortality, would he still be strangled to death here?!
If he could become an immortal, his father would be the first to chop you, Jiang Weiji!!!
"Ding, ding!"
Blood-red chains appeared out of thin air, intertwining and rubbing against each other, making a metallic friction sound, suddenly blocking the cold long sword, erupting with a huge clear and crisp sound, and spreading across the space to tremble.
Beneath the large, gorgeous black cloak hood, a pair of dark eyes raised and stared over.
It was like looking at some dead object, like looking at some opportunity, his eyes were sharp, cold and extremely focused.
Just like that sudden glance three hundred years ago.
"Zhao Ningyu..."
The dog suddenly let go and murmured softly.
Zhao Ningyu suddenly fell on the scorched earth, vomiting blood and meat frantically, coughing and spitting, spitting and coughing, and had no energy to pay attention to him at all.
"Zhao Ningyu..."
The dog barked again.
Are you sick? Why are you yelling? Zhao Ningyu's expression suddenly twisted and he looked up angrily.
He met a pair of dark eyes that were cold and indifferent, yet seemed crazy and persistent.
Jiang Weiji's face was stained with blood. He lowered his eyes and stared at his arm. Suddenly, he smiled and said very softly and slowly...
"Zhao Ningyu, your wound is healing..."
Zhao Ningyu's pupils suddenly shrank.
The Jiang and Zhao families had never gotten along, and even when they did collaborate, they often fell apart within two years. The two families were so accustomed to life-and-death struggles that neither was afraid of the other.
But this time it's different.
Zhao Ningyu was about to escape almost instantly!
He immediately wanted to run away from this person and hide himself.
He had no doubt that the bastard was mad and could tear him into pieces right there and then, piece by piece, examine him carefully to see if he could put himself back together.
Does the whole person grow from the parts with the head and heart, or does the limbs, feet, and torso each grow into a new person?
If you chop off your head, can you still live? Can you still become a whole person?
What? You're saying the cut was too severe and he can't recover? Huh...? Then what's the point of him being dead?
"But it's okay." That bastard would definitely say with a smile, "I'll chop him up slowly. He won't die until he completely explains how he got this strange outfit. Don't worry."
The next moment! Zhao Ningyu's expression instantly turned ferocious—
The bastard didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately cut off a piece of flesh from his arm with a knife!
Jiang Weiji held the piece of meat in his hand, lifted it up into the air, and shone it in the dim sunlight. His heart was beating like a pounding stone, and he coughed up blood as he looked up, staring intently at the piece of meat.
——It seemed as if he didn’t even notice that Zhao Ningyu had already escaped.
Jiang Weiji sat on the ground, thought for a moment, then tentatively brought the piece of meat close to his mouth, opened his mouth and took a bite...
Zhao Ningyu suddenly felt something and turned back, his pupils trembling violently.
Jiang Weiji pondered, tilting his head as if carefully sensing something. Suddenly, he looked up.
A brilliant and bright smile slowly appeared on that blood-stained face.
"Zhao Ningyu...good things should be shared with everyone."
The wind carried the smell of burning fire and brought words from far away, which kept whispering in my ears over and over again for a long time like a ghost demanding my life.
"The ghost is still there..."
Zhao Ningyu gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Just die soon. If the Jiang family can't afford to hire a master to help you, my Zhao family still has enough wealth and connections to help you pass away!"
“Hurrah—”
The strong wind lifted the hood of the gold-embroidered cloak, revealing a fair face to everyone's sight.
That person looked incredibly young.
"Three hundred years..."
On the cliff, the maid couldn't help but stare in amazement.
Although the ancestor of the Zhao family was like this, he didn't look like a human being, so naturally his appearance was not strange.
Jiang Jingyuan was not surprised.
She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek, thinking that if she lived forever, she would only be better and younger than them.
After all, she is such a good person... Jiang Jingyuan curled the corners of his mouth, and suddenly realized something, and his hand stopped moving abruptly.
She glanced at her bloodshot hand, put it down silently, and then asked, "Xu Qinglin, is it him?"
Xu Qinglin was silent for a moment, then said honestly, "I haven't seen it."
"..." Jiang Jingyuan said unhappily, "How come you don't know anything? You've lived for hundreds of years in vain!"
Xu Qinglin: “???”
Xu Qinglin: “!!!”
"That's not what you said just now..." Xu Qinglin tried to hold back, but couldn't help but speak out with a resentful look on his face.
Jiang Jingyuan ignored her completely, and it was unclear whether she heard him or not. He was just focused on the scene at the bottom of the cliff.
Xu Qinglin: "..."
Although it's impossible for her to believe wholeheartedly that someone is who they say they are, not to mention that Xu Qinglin can't confirm it... But they wouldn't try to fool anyone about such a small matter, right? Well... Anyway, let's wait and see how this drama plays out. Jiang Jingyuan thought calmly.
And...
Jiang Jingyuan's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the blood-red shadows that flashed around the black-robed figure from time to time.
A blood-red shadow appeared and she stared at it.
The blood-red shadow disappeared, and she turned to stare at the large blood-red chain that appeared out of thin air.
The Blood Seal… Jiang Jingyuan couldn't help but think, "The Blood Seal is all here. It can't be… fake, right?"
"Ding-dang... Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da..."
In the corner of his eye, not far to the side, stones were rolling down from the cliff, making a series of extremely obvious sounds.
Amid the earth-shaking sound of gongs and drums, the distinction is clear and obvious.
The black-clad figures hesitated, and the gongs and drums all made a sharp and long sound.
The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped.
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