Chapter 814 Missing True Heart
The husband and wife had not seen each other for two hundred years, and they started fighting each other. During this period, Lady Ying Ji didn’t even say a word of nonsense.
Between the words, the word "Go" was as violent and angry as thunder, and the dark ghost-like eyes reflected the churning clouds, and there were thousands of things, but there was no true intention.
In the flaming world covered by the golden crow's divine light, the sky suddenly cracked, and the sky above the divine light was all ink, revealing a dark and mysterious corner of the starry sky, dripping with ink.
The domineering spirit of the emperor who walks alone on the road of the Empress Zhongyou pours down.
Sword Master Yu, who had lost his Thirteen Sword Souls, suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and a huge pit appeared silently under his feet. The sword field spread out around him like a small boat, which was on the verge of collapse.
The shoulders seemed to be holding up the vast cold sea of the underworld, with endless pressure.
Sword Master Yu snorted coldly, and moved his hands to shake the Netherworld!
Suddenly, two Qinggang tornadoes as thick as giant pythons burst out!
He was about to get up, and everything was prostrate. Circles of powerful energy started from the black and red sword robe as the center of the circle, and spread out, and the green spirit entered the purple extreme.
The energy of the vast world swirling around Sword Master Yu became more and more fierce and wild.
Ying Xiu, who had just arrived at the mountain monument, could not resist the collision of these two auras. He gritted his teeth and took out the talisman sword, pressing the tip of the sword into the earth, but his body was still uncontrollable and was hit by that force. The terrifying qi machine swept away and pushed away.
The two legs plowed two extremely deep pit lines in the ground. If Junhe hadn't grabbed him in time and protected him behind him, he would have been pushed down the mountain.
But even so, under the terrible pressure of the sword master in the world who has reached the best state of swordsmanship and the empress Zhongyou who is at the peak of trickery, even Junhe can't help but feel the stagnation and dull pain in his body.
Ying Xiu finally regained his composure. The demon-sealing talisman sword in his hand had already been blown into countless colorful broken talisman papers in the chaotic air and wind, and rolled away in pieces.
He was filled with horror and shock, and his heart was filled with fear as he watched the brazen confrontation between the two great masters in heaven and earth who had each led the way for hundreds of years!
It is even more difficult to understand why my mother, who had never left the Zhongyou Dynasty two hundred years ago, would leave the dynasty today and appear in the White Camel Mountain to fight with her father.
Two hundred years ago, her break with her father reached an irreversible situation.
Ying Xiu never thought that one day, his mother would return to the Tianxi Sword Sect to meet his father.
Could it be that he learned that his father’s Tianshan sword tomb collapsed, the thirteen sword souls were destroyed, his sword skills lost power, and his cultivation was damaged...
Did you come here specially to give your father a blow to get revenge for marrying Tianxi two hundred years ago and being looked down upon by others?
After all, when my father was young and first entered the Zhongyou Dynasty, he was just a small sword cultivator, while his mother was the empress of the dynasty. There was a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation and status.
Until 600 years ago, my father experienced a death disaster and put himself to death to survive. The Tianxi Sword Sect formed a general trend of latecomers taking the lead.
On the contrary, it was my mother who found it difficult to improve her cultivation. In the following hundreds of years, as far as her cultivation progressed, my father had a tendency to suppress the mother.
During the years when they became husband and wife, both of them were stronger people, but the mother rarely had the upper hand over her father.
My father lost his thirteen sword souls this time, and his sword skills were withered. It was a time of frustration.
My mother was very aggressive and would get into fights whenever she disagreed. I am afraid my father will suffer a lot today.
Thinking of this, Ying Xiu could not help but blame his mother for not being generous. Although she is an empress, she is still a female.
In the face of a major event, how can you come here to vent your anger on others for no reason just for your own selfish desires?
The more Ying Xiu thought about it, the more anxious he became. He broke away from Jun He's hand and stood up to stop the fight between the two.
Jun He's loosened palm used force again to firmly press Ying Xiu to the ground, but did not let him show his head. He looked at him steadily and whispered: "Young Master, what are you going to do?"
Ying Xiu said anxiously: "The enemy is currently in trouble, I can't let the two of them continue. If the fight continues, not to mention my father’s strong temper, if I lose face to my mother at such a critical moment, I am afraid that my behavior will become even more out of control.”
“Do you want to die?” His eyebrows sank, and he said seriously:
"Ying Both Empress Ji and the Sect Master are the unparalleled Grand Masters in the world. Both of them are existences that can make everything in the world escape from death. Even I can't guarantee that I can survive their formation and aura. The Young Master is so willful. If you act recklessly, you may lose your life in vain. "
Ying Xiu felt that these words were ridiculous: "Although mother and father are losing their minds in anger at the moment, they don't put my son's life in their eyes. As long as I come forward, It will definitely calm them down."
He said it with full confidence and confidence.
But the more this happened, the more worried the look in Junhe's eyes became, and complex emotions of pity rolled in his pupils.
The strength in his hand did not loosen at all. He was silent for a long time and said: "No need, the lord of the clan will not lose. I am afraid that Empress Ying Ji will lose."
Hearing this sentence , Ying Xiu’s heart skipped a beat, and she was dazed and shocked.
Mother is going to lose?
Even though during these hundreds of years, my mother's heart was obsessed with what happened back then, and it was difficult for her to improve her cultivation level, her strength was still only slightly inferior to that of her father in his heyday.
Now that my father has lost the Thirteen Sword Souls, not only will he have the upper hand, but he will have to fight hard for days and nights before he can accurately determine the winner.
The masters and masters compete with each other, with ups and downs, which consumes the state of mind and endurance.
How could you lose so quickly?
The first thought in Ying Xiu's mind was that Jun He was talking nonsense, but the majestic sword intent that was raging in the surrounding areas was rising and falling in the wind and waves.
In an instant, the sword energy surged wildly, leaving countless criss-crossing deep ravines on the rock wall and the ground.
Ying Ji is very prosperous and strong, but she vaguely reveals a dejected state of unstable foundation and weak weather. She points to the light of the bright moon, and after the peak, the sun sets on the west mountain.
Finally, the turbulent winds under the sky gradually calmed down, the sword was as strong as a sword, majestic and solid, and the fiery clouds that split in the sky reunited, covering the mirror-like starry sky with thick ink.
There are shocking ravines and sword marks all over the mountain, ruins of stone walls, and hundreds of broken trees. They can only spread to the area of the Dongli small house, as if blocked by some invisible realm force. The cracking force suddenly stopped.
In the courtyard, the green bamboo forest bent and swayed together, like a tidal wave on the sea. The slender and sharp bamboo leaves poured down like a rain of swords.
Bailiyu, who was wearing a black and red sword robe outside the Lizhu Gate, pushed open the Lizhu Gate expressionlessly and entered the courtyard.
The courtyard is deep, Ying Ji is dressed in plain clothes against the green leaves of the forest, the golden sun is like splashing ink, and a slender and sharp blood mark falls between her pale cheeks.
She looked at the other person with lifeless eyes, and her pale skin revealed a lifeless beauty.
Bleak blood rolled down her cheek like beads.
Sword Master Yu's expression was different. He obviously did not expect that her attack just now seemed to be full of murderous intent, but in fact it was half as good as before. She was actually three points weaker than before.
Where is the spirit of Empress Huang that she once raised her arms to, and all the ghosts and heroes flocked to her!
Jian Zhuyu only knows that she has always had a strong temperament. Even during the years when she married into the Tianxi Sword Sect and competed with him in martial arts, she was never willing to lose to him, and she would fight with all her might.
Every time a husband and wife compete, it's like seeking revenge and causing trouble.
Now that he has been in seclusion in the Zhongyou Dynasty for two hundred years, his temperament is much more restrained and calm. He must have known that he had lost the Thirteen Swords, so he deliberately restrained himself a little. On the contrary, he did not check her thoughts, and when they met , actually hurt her. Thinking of this, Jian Zhuyu's cold eyes softened unconsciously. He took out a soft square handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her, with a hint of kindness in his lowered tone trying to ease the relationship between the two.
"You and I have not seen each other for two hundred years, why should we be so tense when we meet? There have been major disasters in our sect in the past few days. It was my negligence that I failed to take care of Dongli Xiaozhu. Fortunately, I have you. , only here "
Ying Ji let the blood from the deep wound on her cheek roll out like beads. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the clean handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hand. There were two clusters of ghosts deep in her eyes. The fire jumped.
A bang.
The handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hand set on fire without fire. The flames were green and strange, as if the air was burning.
Sword Master Yu's pupils shrank, and a fierce sword intent burst out from his fingertips to extinguish the flames. However, the fingertips were still burned black, and there was a heartbreaking pain.
It’s the Nine Netherworld Fire again!
Sword Master Yu's dark eyes finally showed a hint of anger, and his expression that had just softened was as cold as a rock.
"Ying Ji, my patience has its limit."
Ying Ji looked away, and there was only one word from the beginning to the end.
Calmly, without any emotion: “Get lost.”
He was really fed up with her dead look.
This was how you married into Tianxi hundreds of years ago, and it is still the case today!
It was as if he and he were in two completely different worlds as soon as he turned his gaze away indifferently.
It was clear that they had the most intimate relationship. He wanted to get closer, but the distance between them suddenly closed.
Even though he cared about her origins, and even though he didn't see her for two hundred years, he never thought of divorcing his wife and remarrying her.
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Sword Master Yu suddenly tightened his palms, his knuckles turning pale.
He closed his eyes and said calmly: "A corpse demon that caused trouble in Tianxi escaped from my hands. I suspect that he is hiding in this small building on the east fence. If the tiger returns to the mountain, he will definitely find it. It will lead to a big disaster.”
My words have changed from mine to mine.
"I am now going to search this small house in Dongli. I know you will have thoughts in your mind, but I would like to advise you..."
Jian Zhuyu opened his eyes, his brows overflowing with mist. With his Purple Qi Sword Thought, he glanced at her lightly: "Even if you don't want to, you have to endure it."
His tone was very light, but there was a hint of deep anger that had been burned by the Nine Netherworld Fire several times, and his attitude became awkward and stiff.
The woman standing beside the green bamboo slowly raised her eyes, a pair of deep and black eyes slowly filled with ghostly aura.
The dark pupils under the eyelashes spread like ink in the eye sockets, swallowing up all the whites of the eyes into a strange black color.
The green blood slowly spread from her pale neck to her cheeks, which was indescribably eerie and terrifying.
On the brown soil, countless black mist like spider silks spread out, like a hand stretching out from the underworld, clinging between the legs of the sword master Yu.
Sword Master Yu suddenly felt a sticky heaviness in his body, as if he was sinking deeply into a ghostly quagmire from which he could not extricate himself.
His pupils were deeply focused, and he looked down with a cold face, only to see that the ground under his feet had turned into an endless wasteland of blood, like the legendary Hell of Fallen Souls.
The smell of death is everywhere.
Although Ying Ji is a genius master of deception, she is not incompetent in Taoism. However, since she met Sword Master Yu, she has rarely used deception in front of him.
Does she know what he is taboo about?
But today, she used the Middle Nether Secret Technique again and again, first the Nine Netherworld Fire, and then the Falling into the Abyss Technique!
How could she be soft-hearted and worry about hurting him? It was clear that from the moment he appeared, her murderous intention was still there!
She wants to kill him!
How dare she try to kill him!
Sword Master Yu’s eyes suddenly turned red with anger, and he suddenly felt a surge of strong anger and cruelty, glaring at her fiercely:
"You actually hate me so much?! Even if you use the forbidden secret technique 'Abyss Fall' at the expense of your spiritual core, you want to kill me?!"
Abyss Fall is a forbidden secret technique of the Zhongyou Dynasty. The terrifying level is comparable to the Thirteen Sword Soldiers, with the earth as the boundary and space as the cage.
While casting the secret technique, the realm of Taoism is sealed, and the blood essence of the user is used to strengthen and expand the secret technique, which consumes one's own blood and spiritual power. It is usually used to defeat the hatred that penetrates the bones. On the enemies who perished together.
This technique was once recorded in a book by Zhu Zhan, the Immortal Lord of the Shangqing Realm, who designated it as a forbidden secret technique that symbolizes ‘killing’ in the six realms.
How can this resolute and ruthless gesture keep Sword Master Yu from being angry?
He shouted deeply, furious, his dark and sharp hair dancing wildly, and the sea of blood under his feet stirred up trembling ripples. As his body was rising from the ground, a cold, lifeless hand fell on his head.
Sword Master Yu’s purple energy sword thought suddenly exploded into mist between his eyebrows, and a trace of blood overflowed.
He was furious, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed his sword towards the sky, and took advantage of the situation to form a large formation of golden crows. The golden light of the sky converged with the sky on his fingertips, forming a giant sword of golden light.
He waved his arms and slashed down angrily.
Ying Ji’s fallen arm, from the wrist to the shoulder, was bursting with bright red energy, and the muscles and bones were shattered.
The blood sea wasteland was split into two under the sword master Yu's step, revealing the surface of the original world. He stepped out in one step, shattering the wasteland. His mouth and teeth were stained with blood, and his energy boiled uncontrollably. It was obvious that he had suffered serious hidden injuries.
He raised his angry eyes, and his blood-stained palm suddenly strangled Ying Ji's neck.
As his angry and heavy steps approached, her slender body knocked down countless thin green bamboos.
If Sword Master Yu could be more careful at this moment, he would be able to find those broken green bamboo fragments, which are sharply piercing into the skin of her back, trailing blood for a long time.
The body of Empress Zhongyou could be easily penetrated and injured by some ordinary bamboos.
"I said, my patience has its limit! Two hundred years! Two hundred years! I know you can't let go of that thing! But can you change a time and a different place to go crazy! I don't ask you to be sober. , but I hope you don’t make those nonsense The bad things are coming to stain my eyes!”
A bright blood streak snaked out from the corners of her blue-grey lips. Ying Ji’s head was tilted, and there was no white of her eyes. Her dark eyes were dull and deep, and she finally spoke.
"Bai Liyu, from the beginning to the end, the person I can't understand is you."
(End of this chapter)