Yuanzi, have you been looking for me?

Jiang Yu'er was puzzled by what his nephew said. Wasn't this a very common thing?

Chen Yuanjun pondered for a few seconds and said, "After you recovered your memory, I remembered that Yuanzi, who I had been with day and night for more than three years, was a moron who could only communicate and had a dull mind. However, in one memory, Yuanzi showed a normal IQ."

"This contradicts my memory. I can't tell whether it's my memory that's wrong or whether it's true."

Jiang Yu'er's brows suddenly frowned.

As a hypnotist, she knew very well that Chen Yuanjun's memory would not be damaged. The essence of hypnosis was just "forgetting". If he remembered, he would remember. There would be no memory confusion.

In other words, Yuanzi, during his time as the Demon Lord, had looked for Chen Yuanjun!

"You remember correctly, it was Yuanzi who came to you secretly. Well, if you really met him, you should be able to instantly realize the difference between the two Yuanzis and sense that something is wrong.

But you didn’t respond.”

Jiang Yu'er frowned and asked: "He must have hypnotized you after he found you. What did he want to do with you?"

Chen Yuanjun smiled bitterly and said, "That's why I was in a hurry to come back. I remembered this past event, but I forgot the specific details!"

At this point, he asked: "It seems that Yuanzi can't be contacted. No one answered my call."

"Your cousin is busy saving the world!" Jiang Yu'er thought for a few seconds. "I'll use hypnosis to help you recall it," she said, reaching into her trouser pocket and taking out a coin. "Look at it, I'll flick it into the air, and when it falls, you'll be in a state of complete relaxation."

The higher the status, the more spiritual power is consumed, and the spiritual power is paid by the original body. She is just an incarnation used to accompany her family, so naturally her status will not be too high.

The coin bounced into the air, spun, and landed on the ground with a ding.

Chen Yuanjun's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he was sleepwalking. His body muscles slowly relaxed, his face became peaceful, and his emotions calm.

Jiang Yu'er's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a mother's low voice. "What does Yuanzi want to talk to you about?"

Chen Yuanjun replied in a dreamy voice: "I, can't remember clearly."

After a pause, he continued, "Okay, it seems like something very important, very important!"

Jiang Yu'er frowned a little and asked again, but got the same answer.

In New York County, the clone Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward suddenly, staring at the Elvis speaker.

The sound coming from the speaker is not a deliberately hoarse sound, but his normal voice.

The Demon Lord was also him, using a normal voice, and the person he was talking to was his cousin... He only had one cousin.

Sure enough, Chen Yuanjun's concise reply came from the audio. "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately pricked up his ears, but a "sizzling" sound of electricity came from Elvis' speakers, and his voice was covered by the sound of the electricity.

A few seconds later,

The voice became clear again: "Cousin, look at this watch. When I count to three, you will forget this conversation today and forget what I asked you to do."

End of audio!

"Luckily you're here." Zhang Yuanqing patted the Elvis speaker as a reward and said, "There are still many audios to come. To be on the safe side, you have to listen to them all."

Huff, puff, smell.

The Demon Eye King's eyes were blood red, as the blood from his broken forehead flowed into his eyes.

His clothes were torn and he was naked. Of course, no one cared about his nakedness in such an occasion.

His body was already riddled with holes, and his eight sturdy arms had been broken and regrown, and now only three were left. The remaining seven were unable to regenerate.

His whole body was covered with comminuted fractures, his waist, abdomen, and back were covered with flesh and blood, and his internal organs were vaguely visible.

The long period of high-intensity fighting almost drained his physical strength, and the Rising Sun Talisman refined by the Lord of the Sun himself suppressed all spiritual power, cutting off the possibility of seizing spiritual power and repairing himself.

"In addition to the physical injuries, the injuries on the soul level are truly worse."

The heads on his left and right shoulders were pulled out by the King of Fear not long ago, and the wounds are still bleeding.

The three heads of the ancient god of war are not decorations, but real heads, which keep an eye on all directions on the battlefield. Therefore, each head contains part of the soul.

Cutting off the head is equivalent to cutting off part of the soul.

"Have you used up your Sunrise Talisman?" The Demon Eye King said with blood on his face. "I can't hold on any longer."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "This is the last one."

After studying the sword techniques on the murals in the South Garden of Shushan, Fu Qingyang's sword skills have reached an extremely high level. With the help of the technique of insight, he is naturally stronger than the King of Demon Eyes in close combat. Therefore, Young Master Qian is in a slightly better condition, but only compared to the King of Demon Eyes. In fact, Young Master Qian's injuries are not light.

He lost his left hand and his sternum was shattered.

He had a fracture, extensive bleeding in his internal organs, and was blind in his left eye.

Although these injuries are slowly healing, they are still a drop in the bucket.

Under the shining of the rising sun, if they died, they were truly dead. Demigods are still demigods after all, even if most of their skills and props are suppressed, even if high-level scouts are the strongest profession in swordsmanship and physical skills in the spiritual realm, even if Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye join forces, they are still no match for the King of Fear.

However, the King of Fear was also seriously injured. His majestic body was covered with sword marks and wounds from fists. His heart had just been pierced by Fu Qingyang's sword, and only five of his eight arms were left.

But these injuries can be repaired in a short time as long as the "Sunrise" ends.

"Just scatter the rising sun," said the Demon Eye King, "I'm going to fight him to the death."

Fu Qingyang's sword-holding hand was shaking slightly. This was caused by muscle tension. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp. He said:

"Who gave it to you so that I could actively cancel the Sunrise Illusion?"

The corner of Demon Eye's mouth twitched, and he sneered: "Then pray that we can hold out until the end of Sunrise."

"When the sun rises, it will be our death!" Fu Qingyang said coldly: "When I was in the Saint Realm, I learned a move called Jueti Sword Technique. It is a sword technique modified by an ancient sword master based on the skill of Breaking the Cauldrons and Sinking the Boats. The advantage is that scouts in the Extraordinary Realm can also use it."

"And then?" The Demon Eye King glanced at him, "Do you expect the extraordinary swordsmanship to save the situation for us?"

Fu Qingyang was like a cold swordsman, saying calmly: "This sword technique does not involve spiritual power. It is pure skill. The core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and burst out damage beyond one's own level."

"The Fearful King's spiritual and physical strength is running low. You hold him for one minute. We need only one minute to inflict a serious blow on him before the Sunrise ends."

"This way, there is a glimmer of hope."

"But my physical strength has reached its limit." The Demon Eye King shrugged.

Fu Qingyang said expressionlessly: "Then you go and die first, I will follow."

The Demon Eye King stared at him deeply for a few seconds and then raised the corner of his mouth:

"OK!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his body covered with wounds and rushed towards the King of Fear, like a lone warrior going to die.

In the distance, the King of Fear, who was taking the time to recover his strength, grinned and took the initiative to greet him.

"Bang!

The moment Mo Yantian was fighting, he was knocked to the ground by a punch.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, suppressed all emotions with his strong willpower, and quickly entered into meditation.

After more than ten seconds, although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, his muscles began to bulge and the blood from the wounds stopped quickly.

Bang, bang, bang…

Fists rained down like a torrential rain. The Demon Eye King, who was lying on the ground, bent his elbows to block for a moment, kicked Fear's chest, and took the opportunity to slide away.

He quickly stood up, bent one arm to defend himself, clenched his fists, and struck out twice like a venomous snake.

The King of Fear tilted his head, dodged easily, took a step forward, and hit the Demon Eye's lower abdomen with his tricky fist.

With a vomiting sound, the Demon Eye King's eyes bulged out instantly, covered with bloodshot, he hunched over, and acid spurted out of his mouth.

Frightened Tianwang held his head, pressed hard, and at the same time hit him with his knee.

Peng Peng hit Demon Eye's face with his fierce knee again and again, breaking his nose.

It broke all his steel teeth and popped his eyeballs.

The King of Evil Eyes struggled with his three arms and stubbornly raised his fist to fight back, but was clamped by the King of Fear's four arms.

The King of Fear stopped his knee strike and wrapped his arms around the neck of the Demon Eye from behind, using his remaining three arms to clamp the remaining three arms of the King of Demon Eye.

"Why, you don't want to use the gift you got from the Battle of the Deer?" The King of Fear exerted force with both arms, and a "crackling" sound came from the neck of the Demon Eye, which was the sound of the cervical vertebra breaking. "Wait until I pull off your head, and under the irradiation of the power of the sun, you can't use it even if you want to."

As he said that, he glanced at Fu Qingyang not far away with fear, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised his mouth: "I understand, you want to injure me first, and then use the gift of the gods! Heh, do you think you will be in better condition by then, or me?"

He continued to exert force with his arms, the "cracking" sound became louder and louder, and Demon Eye's neck was obviously stretched a little.

In the severe pain, the Demon Eye King took the initiative to hold the three arms of fear and roared: "Are you okay?"

"puff!"

The head of the Demon Eye King was separated from his body, along with half of his lamb scorpion.

A fountain of blood gushed out from the broken neck to a height of five or six meters, but his hands were still tightly clasping the Lord of Fear.

Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and his body turned into a sword light. In an instant, he came behind the King of Fear. The two swords in his hands turned into two sword wheels and sword lights bloomed on the King of Fear.

The tendons of the hands were severed, the Achilles tendon was cut, and the abdominal muscles that symbolize core strength were cut off.

As Fear slowly knelt down, Fu Qingyang paused, rotated his waist, and moved his arms to slash fiercely at the east shoulder of the King of Fear.

Puff! Puff!

One cut cuts through the flesh, and one cuts through the neck bone!

The head of the King of Terror rolled off his left shoulder.

Hiss. Under the shining of the sun's divine power, illusory green smoke emerged from the head, and the soul contained in it melted away.

To this head, he is already dead.

"Hiss...hiss..." Green smoke began to emerge from the head of the Demon Eye King. The difference was that the soul in the head of the Fear King was weaker and was the first to be destroyed, while the soul inside the main head of the Demon Eye was still holding on.

The King of Fear roared, lunged forward, and slammed into Fu Qingyang's chest. With a loud "bang", Fu Qingyang, with two swords crossed on his chest, slid back more than ten meters.

Blood gushed out of his seven orifices, and his body stood straight as a pine tree. However, his heartbeat stopped and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

What he didn't tell Demon Eye was that this sword technique put a huge strain on the body, and if used when one was not in good condition, it would cause the swordsman to die suddenly.

Therefore, he was often used as a means of mutual destruction by ancient swordsmen. As he was already exhausted, he died suddenly as expected.

At this moment, the sun behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly went out.