Jidu's knife hurt people and could not heal, even if Tiandao was using Hongjun's body, blood was constantly pouring out of the wound, and the skin was turning and the flesh was curled up, with no tendency to heal.
"Oh, you seem to have forgotten someone," Luo Hu said slowly, "I am a benevolent demon. I am willing to tell my defeated generals where they lost. For example, you-"
He waved his hand: "In order to drive out the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan, you did not hesitate to cut off the connection with Zixiao Palace and Honghuang, and pretended to be the Witch Clan to fight. But just because of this, you can't get the information from Zixiao Palace. , the restriction in Zixiao Palace was broken, and you wouldn’t know if he let me out.”
"You...impossible! Even if I am no longer in Zixiao Palace, it is impossible for you! You have been imprisoned for thousands of years, how much power do you have left? Unless you have great supernatural powers, he can't defeat me in Zixiao Palace. Set the ban under it!
Luo Hu looked up to the sky and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He held his stomach and a malicious sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "There is indeed a person, and hasn't this person been targeted by you for thousands of years?"
Tiandao's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around suddenly to see a person strolling over in the air.
That was a young man with a gorgeous face.
The once fiery red clothes on his body had long been soaked with blood and dyed a terrifying dark brown. The golden flame pattern embroidery was strangely black, filled with the gloomy aura of death.
With every step forward, blood dripped from his body.
The golden crown that tied his hair was completely broken, and his black hair was flying in the wind. His face was expressionless. His eyes, which were once colder than the cold stars, were dyed with deep sinister hatred, and the blazing fire pattern between his eyebrows had completely become Black, eerie and terrifying.
The sword that was once red and white-edged turned into a strange black-purple flame, not only not hot, but also exuding a chilling ghostly aura!
Di Jun couldn't help but shudder, and his heart beat with fear: "This, this is my son?"
But no matter how shocked he was, it couldn't compare to Tiandao's shock at this moment!
Tiandao took a step back in a panic, staring stiffly at the young man walking towards him, slurring his words: "Golden Crow? Golden Crow?! Chen Yao - no, Liu Guang? No, are you the Ninth Prince Yin You, or Lu Ya?" ?”
Xi said softly: "No, that's wrong. I am Chenyao, Liuguang, Tiandu, Yinyou, and Lu Ya... We are one person."
one person
"What do you mean by one person? Not ten princes?"
"Hasn't the prince already been killed by Yi She? How come..."
"Look like this, this, the death aura on this body is so strong, and it also exudes devilish aura—did he die and turn into a ghost cultivator, or did he become a demon?!"
There were noisy discussions in the crowd, and Di Jianghoutu understood something instantly, took a breath of air and looked at Xihe, pointing at Xihe with a trembling hand: "You, you woman, you are crazy! Really crazy!”
Looking at the young man again, he had to sigh with a complicated expression: "... There is an even crazier one here!"
Tiandao suddenly realized: "A person - you are one person? It turns out that one body has ten souls! So at that time, Tianji's calculation was not wrong, you are the one who can really threaten me -"
But now that he was convinced, he felt even more confused. Reality, fantasy, shock, disbelief... all the emotions were mixed together like a mess, making his head explode:
"It was Xihe who deceived me back then, it was Xihe! She made me think that you were really ten people, so I kindly let you live, and you deceived me!!! Damn you bastard! But - you didn't die in Is it in Hou Yi’s hands?”