Chapter 192 Chapter 192 "I have a way to revive Yingluo."...
Less than a month after becoming the new king of Fenyehai, Jiuzhao assembled a large army and marched towards Sanqingtian again.
Hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers are stationed in Nanling, adjacent to the West Sea. They are like a cloud that can destroy a city and are unstoppable.
Jiu Zhao did not order a violent attack, but instead visited the Western God Palace alone in the dead of night when no one was aware of the situation.
The pitch-black hood that concealed the demonic aura was removed, revealing a calm face.
Facing the Western Divine King Liu Ge, who looked more than ten years older after a thousand years of absence, Jiu Zhao nodded gently, "Long time no see."
"Dian, Ye Zun is here in person, you are quite brave."
Intense vigilance and a subtle hint of hatred lingered in the eyes of the Western Divine King. He curled the corners of his lips in a mocking tone. "Are you certain I won't do anything to you—or do you simply look down on the Three Pure Ones, whose immortal resources are now withering?"
Jiu Zhao didn't care about his sarcasm:
"The steps to heaven have been severed, and the immortals and gods have withered. You know better than me the current strength of the Three Pure Ones."
After hearing that Jiu Zhao had killed Lan Qi, the absurd feeling she felt when she replaced him finally came true when she called herself "Gu".
Looking at Jiu Zhao's eyes, which were still dark and moist but no longer full of brilliance, the Western God King suddenly recalled her bright and flamboyant appearance when she was a goddess, unaware of the dangers of the world, and Ying Luo who always guarded her with a smile.
If Ying A Luo were still alive today.
What is the situation in the West Sea?
No.
With the weight of affection that A Luo poured into her.
As early as when the gods punished her for patricide, Aro would probably rebel against the gods and support her to become king.
Jiu Zhao's existence is like a key to the past.
It’s better not to see you.
When they met at this moment, many heart-wrenching memories of the past emerged before the Western God King.
He couldn't help but recall Yingluo's voice, appearance and smile, but he didn't want Jiuzhao to see his sadness and weakness as a father who had lost his son.
He then did his best to control his surging emotions, lowered his eyes, and asked calmly, "Since Ye Zun knew everything, why didn't he just lead his army to destroy the Ziwei Palace? Why did you insist on seeing me in the middle of the night?"
Jiu Zhao did not answer immediately.
She waved her hand casually, and the powerful demonic energy suddenly condensed into a barrier, spreading in all directions.
By the way, the mermaid guards who were hiding in the dark because they were worried about the safety of the Western God King were exposed.
This move is more like a show of force.
His gaze swept across the horrified faces of the guards outside the barrier, and then met the Western Divine King, who stood at the end of his sight with a cold expression. Jiu Zhao said calmly, "It's best to keep as few people as possible aware of what I'm about to say."
The barrier has the function of isolating sound.
Apart from the slightly heavier breathing of the Western God King, the only sound in the deserted hall was the crackling sound of lamplight licking the melted grease.
In order to have enough power to intimidate the immortals, it is necessary to merge with the Wu Zhu in the spiritual platform.
However, becoming one means that the state of calmness is difficult to maintain.
Lifting his feet, he slowly walked for a few breaths through the familiar palace. Jiu Zhao's tone pierced through his forced facade, revealing a desolate sadness: "I am now a lonely man in this world. My bloodline is severed, my relatives and friends are all dead... They betrayed me, and in the end, they were harmed by me."
The explicit words are referred to by the ambiguous "they".
A concrete face flashed through Jiu Zhao's mind.
At the end of her words, she paused for an especially long time.
After a long while, he regained his impeccable demeanor and said softly, "But truly speaking, the only one I feel sorry for is Yingluo."
When the inner thoughts are revealed through another person or another mouth.
After a brief period of blankness in his thoughts, King Xishen suddenly stood up from his throne.
The finger bones hidden in his sleeves were squeezed until they cracked. As he stood, he looked at Jiu Zhao with hatred in his eyes that could no longer be concealed: "You say you feel sorry for A Luo, but Xihai is the last line of defense of Yiqingtian. Once a war breaks out with the demon army, countless people of Yingluo will be killed or injured!
"If you truly felt guilty towards A Luo, why would you allow your army to invade and slaughter A Luo's homeland?!"
Among the four God Kings in the past, the East God King was taciturn and patient, the North God King was good at dancing with long sleeves, and the South God King was fierce and charming.
Only the Western God King imitated the human race in the Yunsheng world and claimed to be a famous and elegant man.
At this moment, his voice was trembling, and he was furious to the extreme. He no longer cared about his demeanor and elegance. He just rushed to Jiu Zhao, pointed at her nose and cursed: "Put away your hypocritical attitude and go back to the demon camp! From the beginning to the end, A Luo has misjudged you!"
After listening to the violent scolding, Jiu Zhao's expression did not change at all.
She waited until the Western God King was exhausted and gasping for breath before she spoke slowly, "I have a way to revive Yingluo."
"I don't care what you're putting—"
Refusing to think and communicate, the Western God King, halfway through venting his meaningless rage, suddenly froze with a look of bloodshot eyes.
He subconsciously asked: "...What did you say?"
"Karma fire is yin, and phoenix fire is yang. When yin and yang are in harmony, they can summon the souls of the dead."
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was shocked and speechless, Jiu Zhao succinctly repeated the secret that Qionghuang's clone had said in the Holy Fire Altar that day.
The matter was of great importance, so she did not hide it.
While telling Yingluo that there is hope for resurrection, he also explains the disadvantage of taking the power to reshape his body from her and having to rely on her for survival.
The anger gradually faded from his eyes.
With every word Jiu Zhao revealed, the Western God King's lips tightened a little more.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and said word by word:
"You possess two powers at once. You are neither immortal nor demon. Even if A Luo could come back to life, what would he be like?"
"So, why is there such a clear distinction between immortals and demons in the world?"
Before he stopped questioning, Jiu Zhao's voice suddenly rose, "Don't mention that immortals and demons are of the same origin, all born from the cell body of the ancestor god Qionghuang - even if we don't mention this, come, King Liuge, tell me, what is more important than your child standing in front of you alive?
"Could it be that the glory of the immortal race, the orthodoxy of your bloodline... these external things you care about are more important than Yingluo's life?!"
Of course not!
The Western God King roared in his heart without thinking.
But when the words came to his lips, he staggered back a few steps, his tall figure hunched over, and then fell on the throne.
When he opened his eyes, Yingluo's ghost seemed to be lingering around Jiuzhao all the time.
When I close my eyes, the image of the little child dragging his tender fish tail and swimming freely in the seabed silently emerges in my memory.
A Luo is his proudest child.
Whether male or female, they are all gifted and talented.
He poured countless efforts into A Luo - and compared to those concubines' children whose eyes were always full of calculation and flattery, he felt the precious and sincere family affection in his interactions with A Luo.
…
What is the glory of the immortals, what is the difference between immortals and demons.
Compared with the three words "come back to life", everything seems so pale and ridiculous.
…
For a long time, so long that it seemed as if time had stopped.
The Western God King slowly focused his gaze.
There was nothing else in his eyes but vicissitudes, fatigue and desperate madness.
He stared at Jiu Zhao intently, his voice dry, like rough gravel grinding against each other:
"Jiu Zhao...if you fabricated this outrageous lie just to use me and break down the resistance of Sanqingtian...
"If Yingluo can't come back, or if it's not him who comes back..."
He trailed off, his eyes suddenly gleaming with a determination to perish together with his enemies. "I will definitely self-destruct. Even if I am reduced to ashes and never reborn, I will drag the entire West Sea down with me, and perish together with you and the Burning Karma Sea!"
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