Chapter 804 The Last Solution
Fu Qingzhou was lying on the ground. The severe pain in his right hand seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably. He was unable to concentrate on any thinking ability. Only the wind and rain falling from the sky could make him wake up a little.
But he still managed to see it.
He saw King Xishuo's men and masters from the aristocratic families holding everyone on his side captive one by one.
Wherever the white mist humanoid pointed his finger, whether they were the most ordinary and basic beginner practitioners or the Xuanxing powerhouses like Bai He, they all fell down one by one, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces and unable to resist. .
He saw Jiang Baichuan stand up again, and the black blood flowing on his body gradually returned to bright red. Then he nodded slightly to King Xishuo and walked towards Hua Wuying.
He saw Ning Wuwang leaping onto the high platform, walking side by side with Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, towards the group of cave-heaven realm powerhouses.
He also saw many, many people.
Wu Changfeng lay flat on his back, tortured by the images in his mind to the point where he kept twitching and foaming at his mouth.
Ning Wushu covered his head and fell to the ground in misery. A tear fell from the corner of his eye. He stretched out his hand towards his brother's back, showing an extremely complicated expression of teeth grinding.
Hua Xiaolan was lying on her side on the ground, her eyes were out of focus, her face was facing the direction of Hua Wuying, and she didn't know if she could still see her lover.
Yuan Zhen knelt, put his hands on the ground, and kept chanting scriptures in his mouth. He seemed to be able to fight against the purgatory scene in his mind, but it was useless... Soon someone hit him hard on the back of the head with a stick, knocking him out. He was knocked unconscious.
Murong Xuan also knelt on the ground, but her eyes were fixed on the white mist figure, and she seemed to be mumbling something, until her eyes gradually lost their luster and she fell back.
Wu Yan's face was extremely calm. He couldn't feel the pain, but he was overwhelmed by the scene, lost consciousness, and fell down like a wooden stake.
"Everyone."
King Xishuo stood on a high platform, with a white mist figure floating behind him. He spread his hands and said calmly like a king: "Don't kill people. They may be our brothers and sisters in the future, but now, they still don't understand. Lost.”
"Just like my lord gave you a chance...give them a chance."
There was a noisy and excited response from the crowd.
Hong Zhi was knocked unconscious by Ning Wuwang and ordered to be dragged away.
Shen Chuke was originally from King Xishuo's camp. It seemed that he had some means to be immune to "falling into the River of Styx" like others. However, he was soon besieged by a group of people. Although he brought a large number of Nebula Chamber of Commerce thugs, He couldn't be his opponent. He didn't say a word until he was taken away. He just stared at Fu Qingzhou like a failed gambler staring at his chips.
The secret envoys of Mingjiang Pavilion, the forbidden army, and all the sect disciples, including the disciples of Ziqi Immortal Wind Temple, were all given special attention, tied up one by one, and carried away.
Fu Qingzhou coughed up blood in pain, and his face on the ground turned slightly.
Jiang Baichuan walked up to Hua Wuying, with a look of pity on his face, and shook his head, opening and closing his mouth as if he was saying something.
But no matter what he was saying, the sword in his hand was already raised...
Hua Wuying was still in a coma, motionless, and had no idea... that he was about to die.
On the other side, Zhao Hao held the ceremonial sword. After a moment of silence, he walked into the crowd and did not know what he did. King Xishuo ignored him.
At this moment, the German sword in Fu Qingzhou's hand suddenly trembled slightly.
Zhao Yuan's voice rang in his ears.
Is it the sword realm?
Yes... Zhao Yuan also brought the punishment sword this time.
"Brother Fu...I'm sorry."
"In this case, I must leave."
"The emperor's uncle has become rebellious, the capital will be in chaos, and I must go back."
"If you can hold on, come to the capital to find me; if you can't hold on... I will definitely avenge you."
Fu Qingzhou smiled desperately.
He also saw King Xishuo finally looking at him.
No...he was not looking at himself, but at his right hand.
The right hand with glowing curse marks and excruciating pain.
Is it over? You have been struggling for so long and still haven’t succeeded?
Jiang Baichuan was severely injured, Huijue was severely injured, and the true face of King Xishuo and the family was exposed. Even so, there is still no way? Just because of that... late emperor who died but was not clean?
Yes...smokers used to help themselves in this way. When he was in a desperate situation, it turned into black smoke and jumped out. The opponent at that time should have the same idea as him now, right?
Now, I can't even keep it.
It happened that it originally said that it would find its physical body and resurrect it.
That time, I also thought I was in a desperate situation. I was extremely angry and violent, and I woke up...
etc?
Huijue?
Fu Qingzhou's eyes fell on Hui Jue, who was not far away.
This evil monk seemed to have run out of gas at this moment. He was naked from the waist up, the golden paint on his skin had begun to slowly fade away, and his eyes had become dull.
"Huijue!"
Fu Qingzhou suddenly squeezed out the last bit of strength. He yanked the Kuhai lantern bell off his neck and shouted: "I will be your Buddhist disciple! Wake me up!"
With this shout, Hui Jue, who had just lowered his head and paused, suddenly raised his head and looked this way, his eyes sparkling with light!
"Not good!"
King Xishuo was startled, and the white mist figure behind him stretched out his hand and pointed towards Fu Qingzhou.
But Fu Qingzhou was well prepared, and without hesitation he raised his right hand, which was almost painful enough to tear, in front of his face.
The curse mark suddenly burst out with colorful black light, and even the white mist human figure was shaken away slightly. It took a few breaths to regroup, and King Xishuo also took two steps back. .
At this moment, Huijue moved.
His skin was shattered inch by inch, and then a figure covered in blood broke free from Hui Jue's original body, flew towards Fu Qingzhou, stretched out his finger, and touched Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows.
The golden light bloomed.
Jiang Baichuan, who was handing the sword to Hua Wuying's neck, was startled and turned his head.
Ning Wuwang, who had just watched Hong Zhi and Ning Wushu being escorted away, turned around.
Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, who were responsible for directing other finishing work at the scene, turned around.
Zhao Hao, who was pouting in the crowd and seemed to want to do something, turned his head.
Everyone turned around.
"Mr. Jiang!"
King Xishuo shouted loudly.
Needless to say, Jiang Baichuan, who was the closest, had already reacted. He let go of Hua Wuying, turned into sword light, and stabbed Fu Qingzhou fiercely!
Immediately, everyone in the audience heard a very clear "ding".
That was the sound of Fu Qingzhou raising his hand, clamping Jiang Baichuan's sword between his fingers, and actually clipping it off.
Jiang Baichuan's pupils condensed.
Fu Qingzhou bounced straight up from the ground, standing like a statue.
He clearly had the virtue sword in his hand but didn't use it. Instead, he chose to use two fingers to easily break the sword.
But none of this could shock or shock Jiang Baichuan.
It was Fu Qingzhou's eyes that made his pupils shrink and his breathing quicken.
Fu Qingzhou's third eye opened on his forehead.
His three eyes opened at the same time. There were no pupils inside. The whites of his eyes were completely filled with darkness - no, it was not completely dark. There were also dots of light shining on them, as if The deep and boundless starry sky.
(End of chapter)