Past time and space.
Inside the woods where the witch clan is trapped in a flesh-and-blood cage.
Two figures suddenly appeared.
Yun Zheng lay unconscious on the ground, still showing no signs of waking up. An old figure was half-kneeling on the ground with his back to him. He had a head full of black hair, but his face looked like an old man with a frail figure.
His breathing was like that of a broken bellows, and his face was full of wrinkles from the erosion of time.
No one looking at his aged appearance would think that he is Wu Xian, the leader of the Ten Witches.
This is the price of stealing the power of the God of Time, and even the Chief of the Ten Wizards is not immune to it.
This time, he forcibly took Yun Zheng away, and also exhausted the remaining time and spiritual power he stole from Zhu Jiuyin.
The time point when he brought Yun Zheng in was also unexpected in the plan, because Xiao Chenyan's consciousness, which was sealed in the long river of time, was unexpectedly swept to this point by the turbulence.
Wu Xian felt something was wrong.
Everything is out of control.
It seems to be destined.
At this moment, he didn't care about Yun Zheng behind him, and even forgot to hurry up to dig out the other party's Hongmeng bone and refine it. It was because he remembered that he had experienced this scene before.
Wu Xian's hand went deep underground, connecting with the cage of flesh and blood.
The next moment, a figure appeared. He was wearing wizard's clothes and was handsome. His features were exactly the same as Wu Xian's.
Just one is wrinkled and the other is flat.
It was Wu Xian from the past.
The two Wu Xians looked at each other. The younger Wu Xian frowned, but the wrinkled Wu Xian's expression suddenly changed: "There is a change in Fengju Yumen, hurry up--"
His voice had not yet faded.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from behind him, and the bones turned into a barrier. The primordial earth resisted and emerged, trapping the two Wu Xian in between.
A hand pierced through Wu Xian's wrinkled body from behind and accurately grasped the first rib on his chest.
The witchcraft spell power that Qing Wuxian invoked came with a bang, but was blocked by the Hongmeng barrier. A long bone sword slashed across, cutting a huge hole in his body.
The man opened his eyes, full of hostility.
The withered flower in his hair was stained with a little red and had a little more fragrance.
The wrinkled Wu Xian spat out a mouthful of blood. The Wu bone that was the core of his power had been grasped by Yun Zheng. The scene before him was clearly something he had witnessed a long time ago.
Yes, he witnessed his own death in the 'past'.
But he was forced to forget this.
It was not until everything went around in circles as planned and he returned to the past that the memory that was "blocked" by time was revived.
He stole time and died at the hands of time.
He had known the reason for his death and the cause of his failure long ago, but he was unable to change it. This was the retribution for his stealing of time.
The funniest thing is that he died at this point in time!
Died on the day when Fanyou sealed Fengju Yumen!
Wu Xian looked at the young man opposite him who was nearly split in half, with endless resentment in his eyes.
He used up his last bit of strength and roared hysterically:
“Don’t forget!”
“Don’t forget this day!!”
"Don't steal time! Don't go back in time!!"
Bang.
Wu Xian fell to the ground with a bang. He looked at Yun Zheng who was looking down at him coldly. In a trance, he seemed to see the pair of vertical pupils in the red mist of Zhongshan Mountain across the long river of time.
The voice of Zhulong seemed to ring in my ears.
——Under the influence of time, all things are fools.
——Wu Xian, you will die because of your own stupidity.
How ironic, how ridiculous.
He was not killed by Cang Ming or A Luo Sha Tian Yu, and the one who truly killed him was not Yun Zheng who refined the Hong Meng Bone.
It's himself!
From the moment he stole Zhu Jiuyin's power, his death was doomed, and it ended in such a stupid way.
Wu Xian disappeared into thin air, leaving only a bone in Yun Zheng's hand. He had no idea of Wu Xian's complicated state of mind before his death. He raised his hand towards the young Wu Xian opposite him and slashed down with the bone sword again.
But at this moment, something blocked his sword.
Time was also suspended.
If Qing Wu was present, she would definitely be able to see that something was wrong with Yun Zheng.
There was only murderous intent in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy everything.
"Get lost!"
His eyes were bloodshot and he had only one thought.
Kill all the witches!
——You are so disobedient.
A strange voice sounded in his ears, accompanied by a hissing sound, like a snake spitting out its tongue.
The voice seemed to travel through time.
——Good boy, listen to me, Shasha is so sensible, why are you so rebellious?
Hearing the word "Shasha", Yun Zheng seemed to regain some of his sanity.
"Who are you?"
The voice came again:
——I am your father.
Yun Zheng's eyes flickered.
"Dad? Taiyi... Dad?"
The voice suddenly disappeared.
There was an unknown amount of silence, and then a deafening roar:
——What is Taiyi?! Which Taiyi? The little tree from the old tree urn of the Qing Emperor?
——I am Zhu Jiuyin! Zhu Jiuyin! I am your father! Your father! You unfilial son! !
Yun Zheng's collapsed sanity was restored by Zhu Jiuyin's roar.
His vision gradually became clear and his brain resumed normal functioning.
The time before my eyes seemed to be suspended.
Zhu Jiuyin's roar continued in my ears and became more and more intense.
After Yun Zheng swallowed the Hongmeng Bone, he was actually still aware of the outside world, but the scenes before Miaofa's death kept overwhelm his sanity.
Although he didn't know where this "father" came from, Yun Zheng guessed it from Zhu Jiuyin's few words. It was probably his sister's doing.
"Dad, I was wrong." Yun Zheng spoke directly.
Zhu Jiuyin's voice remained angry:
——Wrong? What's wrong? Did you recognize the wrong father? Isn't your father Taiyi? What is the relationship between Shuangshuang and Taiyi?
Yun Zheng pursed his lips.
Although he didn't want to be unfilial, he estimated that if he said the wrong thing now, this father who was given to him for free might turn from a dead father to a 'living father'.
The name of Zhu Jiuyin is so famous that it resounds throughout the three realms that everyone knows it.
And now that he has returned to the past, Zhu Jiuyin's voice can reach his ears regardless of the long river of time. One can imagine how terrifying the other party's power is.
Yun Zheng: "Taiyi... is my father from the past."
"You are the father now."
Zhu Jiuyin:
——Shasha’s ugly daughter said you never had a father…
Yun Zheng: "Dad died early, so it's gone naturally."
Yun Zheng took the opportunity to add: "You are the only father now."
"My mother is single now."
Deathly silence.
At this moment, a figure broke the time pause and suddenly appeared. It was Qing Wu.
She followed the blood line and drew her knife, ready to kill Wu Xian.
As a result, the wrinkled Wuxian was gone, but a lighter one had been split open.
Looking up at Yun Zheng's clear eyes, Qing Wu was overjoyed and stepped forward to hold him:
"Brother! You're awake!"
Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhu Jiuyin's voice coming faintly:
——The ugly daughter is here.
——Tell me, how many good fathers do you have?
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