Chapter 799 Despair
In the dark and silent night, the cold wind howled, and suddenly a few wisps of cold chrysanthemum fragrance floated. In the canyon at the bottom of the cliff with almost no starlight, the figure of a young man blurred almost into the night.
The young man was dressed in a blue light robe. His face was hidden under the hood and could not be seen clearly. All he could see was his pale chin and the soft and gentle lines of his Adam's apple on his neck.
He was holding a dew-stained golden chrysanthemum between his long and wide fingers, while his fingertips were gently drawing circles among the branches and leaves of the golden chrysanthemum.
A bright red and purple demonic energy overflowed from his fingers.
The half-opened chrysanthemums swallowed up the demonic energy in his body and bloomed more and more enchantingly.
He smiled softly at the father and son who were struck by lightning, with a gentle voice like a gentleman:
"This chrysanthemum is called 'Smiling Gold'. I think Mr. Ye is the most familiar with it. After all, this chrysanthemum is called 'Smiling Gold'." It was your mother's favorite flower during her lifetime, but Outsiders don't know that this 'Smiling Gold' is the inheritance letter flower of the saints of the Demon Sect. "This is impossible!" Ye Yichuan stumbled away from his soulless father. He hurried towards the direction of the young man.
“My mother is just an ordinary woman, how could she be the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect as you say!”
The young man smiled softly and did not regard Ye Yichuan, who was glaring at him quickly, as much of a threat.
His figure passed forward like a thin smoke, pulling out several afterimages in the space, passing by Ye Yichuan.
Ye Yichuan's body was deadlocked halfway and could no longer move forward.
He opened his eyes wide and looked down at the huge blood hole on his chest.
The young man’s laughter and his father’s sad and angry roar sounded behind him.
The young man's left hand hanging on one side slowly raised, holding a beating bright red heart in his palm.
He poured the blood dripping from his heart onto the 'Smiling Golden Chrysanthemum', and the blooming golden chrysanthemum quickly withered and turned black.
“If your mother had not been a saint of the Demon Sect, do you think that as the leader of Sanhe in the Demon Realm, I would be so leisurely and elegant to accompany you in completing this great cause of revenge?”
“ Sanhe...Wangyi?" Ye Qingzhou's eyes were scarlet, and he was almost heartbroken when he heard the young man's words!
It turned out to be one of the top demon rivers in the demon world, Wangyi!
Sanhe Wangyi Shenjie and the Demon Realm Mountains and Rivers have not appeared in the world for thousands of years. He is the most mysterious and least involved person among the Six Rivers.
But now, he appears in Tianxi Sword Sect.
“Don’t look at me with such surprised eyes. I rarely engage in the world, but it’s not that I don’t observe the world.
I am different from Zang Xin. He likes to play chess and stir up trouble. . I like to play chess carefully, and I never make moves easily." Wang Yi's voice was soft and elegant, not like a demon, but like a gentleman in troubled times.
"But once I enter the game and make a move, I won't leave any room."
He sighed softly, with no hidden disdain in his tone, but said lightly: "The heart-breaking killing move is with Haonong. All martial arts disciples, although this move is on the key points, his goal is too clear and persistent, so that his vision is narrow and it is difficult to see clearly the restricting sword. .
With that old friend here, Haonong is destined to only be able to play half of this move, and it is destined to be difficult to succeed. "
Ye Qingzhou is not in Tianshan and doesn't listen at all. He didn't understand what Wang Yi meant, but he vaguely heard that Ye Yichuan had become a sharp sword in this demon's hand that was attacking the Tianxi Sword Sect.
His eyes were like fire, and his heart was filled with pain: "Yun Luo also arranged it?!"
Wang Yi held his heart in his hand, blood dripping from it.
The strange thing is that the heart has been separated from the body for a long time, but Ye Yichuan still has no signs of death.
Wang Yi threw the withered ‘Smiling Gold’ in his hand on the ground, and then made an astonishing move.
He raised his head and raised his hands. After drinking the blood dripping from his heart, his mouth opened wide and his palms relaxed.
Ye Yichuan's heart slipped into his mouth and was swallowed alive by him.
The scarlet blood stained his pale chin, but even so, his noble and pure temperament did not fade even a little because of this bloody intention.
Wang Yi gently licked the blood from his fingertips and chuckled: "Zhou Fangyue is indeed the one I arranged to be by your side. She enters the game with love and uses pieces as chess pieces. I asked her to play with you back then. When the love was deep and strong, she left with her son.
She pretended to be crazy and acted like she was abandoned by someone who had betrayed her heart. To control the mind of the child of the Twelve Sword Masters from an early age, sowing the seeds of hatred, and establishing the closest and most terrifying opponent for you, Tianxi, wouldn’t it be even more wonderful than the plan that Buried Heart had laid out seven hundred years ago?”
Obviously he was in Sanhe, but when he talked about Erhe's burial, it was as if he was teasing a junior.
Ye Yichuan's body was shaking, his eyes were glowing red, and he wanted to kill him with a sword: "You lied to me! You all lied to me!!!"
Ye Qingzhou's body was so cold that he felt like he was falling into a cold hell!
The woman who has been loved deeply for two hundred years is actually a fatal murderer sent by the demons to set up a love plot.
The woman who made him feel guilty for many years and could not forget her was just a joke to him from beginning to end!
His voice sounded like he was crying blood, and the canoe sword buzzed at his waist, but his voice was far less clear and free than before.
"You demons are really unintentional! The most beautiful love in the world can also be used by you to the fullest, hurting people invisible! If you don't achieve your goal, you can use any means, even your own flesh and blood. It can be calculated and exploited! ”
Although Ye Qingzhou has a reputation as a romantic, he is extremely dedicated to love and carefully places the person in the position in his heart. Who would have thought that the person hiding a devil's heart.
He treats his own son with coldness and ruthlessness, and treats his closest relatives like a cold tool.
Ye Qingzhou's heart was filled with unspeakable horror and coldness, and he was even more angry to the extreme.
Everyone says that Erhe Zhanxin is sinister and vicious, his scheming is as deep as the sea, and he can easily manipulate people's hearts.
But now it seems that the most mysterious and low-key Lord of the Three Rivers has more vicious intentions than that of Buried Heart!
Wang Yi disagreed with the hatred that penetrated his bones, and said: "The reason why demons are different from humans is that as demons, they don't care about the illusory warmth and coldness of human feelings, and they will not be bound by these ridiculous emotions. < br>
Because there are flaws in your feelings, we took advantage of the situation and acted in accordance with destiny. As for Ye Yichuan..."
Wang Yi wiped the blood from his lips and said with a smile: "He was born as a chess piece. From the very beginning, Zhou Fangyue had already defined him like this in her heart.
She was interested in He has never had any expectations, nor has he invested any emotions. How could he be burdened by the blood and family ties of you humans with his pure heart?"
What heart-piercing words.
Ye Yichuan stood there blankly, lifeless at all. The hatred that had sustained him through these two hundred years of humiliation was suddenly dug up by someone in an extremely cruel way. His heart, which was filled to the brim, seemed to be suddenly dug out. Empty has become a bottomless hole.
For a moment, he felt like a phantom in the water, everything was an illusion.
His mind kept replaying the crazy look of his mother, carrying him behind her back to look at the rice in the fields and telling her about the eternity of heaven and earth.
He didn’t believe that a mother’s deep love and concern could be faked.
Yes! Since my mother is a saint from the Demon Sect, she must have her own mission and her own difficulties. Even if he was not born and grew up under my mother's expectations, there is no mother in this world who doesn't love her child.
He didn't believe that in those years of getting along day and night, it was the same every year, and his mother was still the same as before, treating him like a chess piece.
Wang Yi has eaten his heart, and is well aware of Ye Yichuan's complex emotional changes and his pitiful and humble expectations.
He chuckled, and with such a simple sentence, like a hand of death, he easily pushed Ye Yichuan into the abyss of hell again.
"If your mother really loved you and had compassion for you, how could she hang herself in front of you so decisively? She could be so cruel to herself, why do you think she would be so cruel to you? Generate true feelings of pity? ”
boom! ! ! ! !
Something in Ye Yichuan's mind seemed to collapse instantly.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
He hugged his head tightly, blood and tears rushed out of his eyes, strange black flames burned in his chest, the devilish aura was strong, and his whole body was shaking. Trembling, my mind is broken!
Wang Yi stood opposite Ye Yichuan, and countless bright red and sticky air lines began to connect between the two of them, tightly intertwined.
Then Wang Yi's body became illusory, like a soul without substance.
Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened suddenly, and an ominous premonition emerged: "What are you going to do..."
Wang Yi smiled softly, and the sound of wind suddenly rose, lifting the lid on his face. A corner of the hood revealed a pair of ghost-like blue eyes in the shadow: "The name of this river is unknown."
Ye Qingzhou did not allow him to make any more moves, shouted angrily, and took out the pendant from his waist. sword!
The sword light burst out, the snow collapsed and the clouds split, splitting the nine dark clouds in the sky into two, cutting out a piece of cold moonlight!
The sword in his hand was like autumn water condensed with moonlight, the shadow of the sword spread all over the sky, and the sword energy was like thunder, rolling down with overwhelming anger.
Wang Yi did not put up a defensive position, and even the demonic energy around him was completely gone, and he did not pay attention to Ye Qingzhou's attack at all.
He raised his arms and tugged in vain. Ye Yichuan, who was standing behind him, floated in front of him like a weightless fallen leaf, just in time to block the angry sword.
Ye Qingzhou suddenly took a breath of cold air, his pupils trembled, and the force of the rapid counterattack cracked his wrist bones before he could deflect the sword.
The clear light sword energy has already turned Ye Yichuan's lifeless pale face blue, and the sword energy passed by overwhelmingly.
He and Wang Yi were both unscathed!
"Poor parents in the world." Wang Yi sighed softly, filled with all kinds of ridicule.
Then, as he moved his ten fingers together, his body became more transparent and illusory, submerging into Ye Yichuan's body and disappearing.
The huge empty blood hole in the chest suddenly twisted out like an earthworm.
A heart is reunited in the chest, and as the muscles are beating, the color of the heart is dark, as if dyed with ink.
Ye Yichuan suddenly raised his head, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lifeless face. He looked at Ye Qingzhou, who was close at hand but had a look of astonishment on his face, and spread his palms, Han Zhi appeared!
A cold sword penetrated the chest of the Twelve Swordsman, and no blood spurted out.
The wound cut by the sword quickly froze into terrifying ice. 'Ye Yichuan' exhaled from his palm, and the ice spread, completely shattering Ye Qingzhou's tendons.
He allowed Han Zhijian to be inserted deeply into Ye Qingzhou's body. He stretched out his hand and pushed Ye Qingzhou, who had lost mobility, to the ground. He could only wait for death to come.
"You..." As soon as Ye Qingzhou, who was lying on the ground, uttered a voice, an ice pick pierced his throat and completely destroyed his vocal cords, making it difficult to pronounce.
'Ye Yichuan' looked at the sad-looking Twelve Swords and lowered his head with a smile. There was no sympathy in his eyes, he was just looking at the prey that he had already obtained.
“You must have experienced it personally. He has carefully planned for many years to understand the gap between me and Burial Heart. Not to mention your Tianxi Sword Master, even with these thirteen swords, he still has not been able to destroy it. Go ahead.
Today, I am just trying my best. Master of the Twelve Swords, your life is like something in your bag. Give it to me with just a quick look. "I got it."
Wang Yi didn't look complacent on his face, he still smiled to himself: "It's not that I don't despise Zang Xin, it's just that he has too many pretensions, and he is easily attracted by worldly sentiments. I’m tired, I might as well tell you the truth, in fact... this heart is hidden in your thirteen swords.”
A joking remark was like a thunderbolt again!
A strong wind and tsunami arose in Ye Qingzhou's heart, and the terrible truth almost crushed him to pieces.
Wang Yi really admired his expression at this moment: "Do you know why I made your death process so slow?"
Ye Qingzhou could no longer speak.
Wang Yi pointed to the black heart in his chest: "Do you know why this heart is black?"
"Do you still remember the chi demon under the Evergreen Pavilion? ?”
Ye Qingzhou didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly raised his hand to grab his calf, his eyes shocked.
Chi demon? !
Chi monsters and snakes are in chaos!
In the past hundreds of years, the Chi Demon has been under the Evergreen Pavilion. Ye Yichuan has been responsible for fulfilling the orders of the sect leader to get a bowl of demon blood from the Chi Demon every day, forming a formation with the blood, and pouring it into the Jiaoling Mountain.
But this heart is as dark as quenched with poison. Could it be that he took the blood of the Chi Demon himself? !
But if he takes the blood of a chi demon every day to practice and temper his body, then the bowl of demon blood he takes out every day... what kind of blood is it? !
Ye Qingzhou's whole back felt cold and his scalp was numb!
Wang Yi kicked Ye Qingzhou away and asked with a low smile: "The Chi Monster is just a cover set up by me. You don't know, and neither does the Tianxi Sect Master. In fact, Changqing is there Under the pavilion, what we really want to suppress is an ancient dragon."
Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened, and a look of fear finally appeared in his angry pupils.
"Yes, Ye Yichuan uses demon blood to temper his body every day. Now I can use it to fight against Tianxi without leaving any trace.
However, the one who actually implemented the mountain collapse plan was Jiaoling Mountain. "
"Ye Qingzhou, do you know why Ye Yichuan wanted to name that mountain after Jiaoling two hundred years ago? "
Wang Yi told the extremely terrifying reality in a casual tone: "Because in that mountain, he raised nine dragons raised by the blood of true dragons. "
He sighed: "This kid Yichuan is worthy of being brought up by me. He is very capable..."
As he knew with his fingers, there were mountains at the bottom of the cliff and big trees in the jungle ahead. In an instant it was annihilated into ashes, and the sight was far away
Ye Qingzhou saw the nine majestic and majestic black death peaks in the direction of Jiaoling Mountain, and they actually came to life with his finger!
The giant hour is rolling in the mountains, and the birds and beasts are running fast!
The 'peaks' with towering ancient trees and green vegetation roar up to the sky, and the dark 'mountains' arch up as if they want to open up the sky and the earth, intertwining with each other!
Nine pairs of faint purple eyes, in the extremely cold night, look like the eyes of a devil, overlooking the hundreds of mountains in the world!
Ye Qingzhou's body was filled with coldness, and his eyes were full of despair!
Because he knows...
The Tianxi Sword Sect is about to end.
(End of this chapter)