If Sheng Lingyuan really put Xuan Ji in a "safe place" as the princess planned, went to the meeting alone, came to Biquan Mountain by himself, and then was trapped in it, fighting blindly with the demon king and shadow man to the death. If the demon king and shadow man were shot to death by "Gong Chenggong" at the most inflated moment, and the alien control bureau did not perform exceptionally, and Aluojin did not rebel against the battle, Chi Yuan would be ignited by the power of human demons—at that time, Xuan Ji As the firekeeper, he had no choice but to smash the thirty-sixth Suzaku bone.
Although there is only the last Suzaku bone left, and the seal is crumbling, after all, Chiyuan has been suppressed for three thousand years, and the power of the ancient seal is still there. As long as the thirty-sixth Suzaku bone is broken, Chiyuan will temporarily shut down. So no matter whether the flame-out time is decades, hundreds of years, days, or months, the statue will not be able to use the real Chiyuan fire in a short period of time.
So she made a careful layout, so that both the demon king shadow man and the fire keeper would suffer, why
If it wasn't for Chiyuanhuo, then after eliminating the wrong answers, there would be only one purpose left—she was to get rid of the fire keeper.
But if she just wants to kill the grass, she can turn her head to deal with Xuan Ji after she is completely resurrected.
Because first of all, if the order is reversed, the difficulty will be completely different.
Xuan Ji, a great monster of three thousand years, can almost wipe out all the monsters and ghosts in the world. Although he usually looks out of place, but if he wants to kill him, unless Chiyuan rekindles and Suzaku's bones are broken, it will be regarded as the return of the demon, except Seduction, it really may not be able to do anything to him.
However, the resurrection of the statue into the "new god" of Chi Yuan is different. After all, the Fire Keeper is just a sword spirit attached to the Suzaku bone. Xuan Ji has no ability to control Chi Yuan, but passively attaches to Chi Yuan. Yuan's state is "death to life", and she controls Chi Yuan, and she holds Xuan Ji's Zhuque bone in her hands, and she can smash it whenever she wants.
For persimmons, you need to pick the soft ones first, and there is no need to pick the hardest ones for the bones.
Secondly, before the princess is fully resurrected, her source of life is those statues, and because the statues are second-hand materials, the number is limited, and they are her weaknesses. So once she is exposed to people, she must complete her "resurrection" as soon as possible, otherwise the statue will blow up if she is dead, and the car will overturn. As long as she has a normal mind, the whole process should be as low-key as possible.
From this point of view, her whole layout seems unreasonable from the beginning - after all, after careful calculation, she only needs to lure Sheng Lingyuan to Biquan Mountain, and then use some method to use him as fuel. Although it is also very difficult, but In any case, it was much smaller than the movement that caused panic in the whole world and detonated Chi Yuan.
The more complex a plan is, the higher the possibility of error is, which is the consensus of conspirators all over the world.
So... why did she want to stay away
There is only one explanation, that is, she has to do this, and this order is irreversible—that is to say, there must be some reason for the Yaozu princess to get rid of Xuan Ji, the fire keeper, before she shows herself.
But her calculation was too precise, one loop after another, there was no room for it, and the accident really happened.
A Luojin was going to be a shit stick when he died, so Xuan Ji was not only alive and kicking, but was also detained by the bronze tripod at the foot of Biquan Mountain together with Sheng Lingyuan.
As soon as the princess found out that Chi Yuan didn't succeed, she immediately acted hastily, exposing all her "weaknesses"—those statues—to the different control bureau.
She looked calm and at ease, but in fact she was always fighting for time.
She was afraid, and she wanted to race against time to resurrect on the remains of Suzaku Tianling before everyone could react and before the Alien Control Bureau had time to blow up her statue.
So... what is she afraid of? Who is she running out of time with
A teardrop-shaped scar protruded from the corner of Sheng Lingyuan's eye, showing a sincere smile, and he couldn't stop trembling—she was afraid... Xuan Ji would touch the remains of Suzaku Tianling.
Sheng Lingyuan originally thought that sooner or later Chiyuan would rekindle and the Suzaku bone would have to be shattered. This was a dead end. Because of reshaping Xuan Ji's body, he himself must die—whether it's reforging the Heavenly Demon sword body, or using his body to revive the Suzaku clan as Dan Li arranged.
The two of them had no choice but to die for each other.
The best ending is to be able to live together for decades, and it is enough to treat yourself as a mortal.
Unexpectedly, when things came to an end, it was the enemy who gave him hope.
"You're afraid, so I'm relieved." Sheng Lingyuan paused, "I suddenly feel that it's a good thing to have a mother like you..."
The second half of his sentence was submerged in the roar, and the magma pool at the foot of Biquan Mountain centered on the bronze tripod stirred up, and the huge Suzaku skeleton slowly floated up against the bronze tripod.
Thick smoke, sparks and smoke covered the entire mountainous area.
The last batch of evacuated residents huddled in front of the car windows, looking at the Mars floating in the air like raindrops in the distance under the thick smoke.
A large number of helicopters flew out from the major military regions, followed the guide of the different control bureau, and rushed to the eye of the formation where the statue was buried. When the mithril failed, ordinary people joined the battle of special abilities.
The rockets that penetrated the barrier blasted the statue and the ground into a mess, but the sacrificial text remained motionless.
"Director Xiao, military weapons can penetrate the barrier, but they can't damage the sacrificial text!" Wang Ze said, "Physical attacks won't work. Do we have any other methods besides nuclear weapons?"
"Director Xiao," a colleague from the Alien Control Bureau near Biquan Mountain sent back a message, "We have a situation here."
In the Biquan Mountains, the huge stone statue of the goddess stood up slowly amidst the shaking of the earth. The center of her brow seemed to bleed, and her face became ferocious, and circles of black lines began to follow her. The eyebrows crawled out.
Xiao Zheng saw it through the video, and his heart trembled for no reason: "What the hell is that?"
The field staff at the Biquan Mountain site immediately zoomed in on the picture with a high-powered telescope—the gloomy sacrificial text spread out on the face of the goddess!
Xiao Zheng had an intuition that the gloomy sacrificial rites should not be allowed to spread. With an order, the roaring missiles flew towards the mountain, but only heard a "buzz", as if countless ancestors knelt down in front of the god statue, muttering prayers.
A thick fog formed around the statue of the goddess, and the gunfire seemed to be stuck in the swamp, stuck on the periphery of the dense fog, making it difficult to move forward.
Xiao Zheng was hairy all over. At this moment, Yang Chao pulled him suddenly, and saw the crow that fell down just now stood up precariously, staggering half a step.
Xiao Zheng picked up the crow, and, ignoring his politeness, grabbed both of its wings and shook it vigorously: "Your Majesty, our mithril can't penetrate the barrier, and hot weapons can't destroy the sacrificial oration. Have you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the black mist around the crow suddenly dissipated, forming a circle of complicated words around it—the Witch Man's Curse.
No one knows these incantations, but at this meeting, a dead horse has to be treated as a living horse doctor. A circle of mobile phones in the field "clicked" and "clicked", and before the black mist disappeared, the long-lost witchcraft characters were read. photographed.
Immediately, the black mist was unsustainable anymore, the crow suddenly struggled, the black mist around him dissipated, and it flew away with a scream.
At the same time, the gloomy sacrificial text seeped down from the magma, overflowed the bronze tripod, and began to surge towards the huge Suzaku remains.
The temperature of the magma that had dropped slightly just now soared instantly.
Sheng Lingyuan's ten fingers gathered together quickly, complex incantations floated on the bronze tripod, surrounded by eight bloody handprints in the middle - it turned out that it was when he used himself to attract echoes and demons just now, using the blood to cover up, he met Suzaku on the periphery of the bronze tripod. What was left on the remains of Tianling.
Sheng Lingyuan saw this unborn and undead remains of the heavenly spirit, and found that it could react with his own blood, so he knew that the demon king and shadow man was just a puppet, and he was designed to go to the foot of Biquan Mountain. With such a big handwriting and such a deep connection with them, the possible people behind it can be counted on one hand. Sheng Lingyuan guessed the cause and effect almost immediately.
Therefore, he took advantage of the chaos to tamper with outside the bronze tripod. He put Luo Cuicui's body down, repainted the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice outside the bloody bronze tripod, and nailed himself with the remains of the Heavenly Spirit with invisible demonic energy.
Luo Cuicui tried to bind the remains over her own strength, and she would definitely be torn in half by the two "Chiyuan". The half that flew to Biquan Mountain didn't need to think about it, someone must have opened their mouths and waited to pick it up. The demon king Yingren will swallow half in order to take over the echo sound, but since he is just a "lighter", he must not live long. The moment he is shot to death, the power of the half of the Suzaku remains will be released. The drawn Heavenly Demon Sacrifice fell into Sheng Lingyuan's hands.
No wonder his wound had stopped bleeding long ago, but his whole body still seemed to be drained—it was the bronze tripod that was constantly sucking out his heavenly demon energy.
"Ha," the soft and sweet voice of the statue became sharper, "I said, why are you so lovable? In order to coax your dying little lover, you don't hesitate to weave three thousand illusions to drain your demonic energy. It's heart-warming! The inside is so soft, so it turns out that there is something else that drains your devilish energy... My son Lingyuan, you are so ruthless, you will really hide yourself."
While he was heartbroken for Dongchuan, he set up his formation.
While holding nothing back in the illusion, he quietly sent out the magic energy.
The incantations stretched out from Sheng Lingyuan's hands and long hair like countless thin threads, and the power of the demon was released without reservation, holding Suzaku's remains firmly.
On the half-mountain-sized remains, half was covered by gloomy sacrificial scriptures like a tide, and the other half was tightly bound by the demonic energy, and there was a stalemate for a while.
Xuan Ji smirked: "I'm sorry, aunt, my majesty is not ruthless, he is just not a love brain."
At the same time, he roared in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of knowledge with empathy: "I said, why are you so sweet! I actually thought you were a 'hospice care', and I didn't want to make me feel sorry! Collapse! You stinking hooligan, just wait for me, when this is over, you will compensate me for my spiritual loss without paying any profit, we will never end!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "You two are ridiculous."
When this is over...
What a hope.
"A man-made celestial demon, do you really think you can compete with the power of a thousand years of worship?"
As soon as the voice fell, the bronze tripod cracked directly, and magma suddenly poured in.
The blazing ground fire greedily rolled towards Sheng Lingyuan, and Xuan Ji's wings closed violently, wrapping Sheng Lingyuan in it, and the brilliant feathers turned into flowing metal, like divine iron that would not melt under high temperature—that was the magic sword's real body.
The god iron on Tianmojian began to repair the cracked bronze tripod, and quickly blocked the magma. As more and more magma poured in, Xuanji's wings were cleaned, followed by his body.
His body "melted" from his feet, his legs and torso disappeared bit by bit, and finally under his head, only half of his shoulder and one hand remained.
Xuan Ji wiped away the blood from the corner of Sheng Lingyuan's mouth with the only remaining hand, and looked deeply into Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. It was too late to say anything, so she could only move over quickly and imprint it on Sheng Lingyuan's lips.
The moment he touched Sheng Lingyuan, his whole body completely turned into a sword body, and the sword body melted into a metal film, which perfectly protected Sheng Lingyuan. A Suzaku bone engraved with sealing spells fell into Sheng Lingyuan's palm .
This is the scene that he dreamed of accomplishing in the Chiyuan magma back then, until today, finally—
Although your heart is like a maze, with nine twists and turns, people always feel that you can't grasp it, but...
"Xiao Ji," Xuan Ji heard Sheng Lingyuan say through the sympathy coming from the sword, "I am greedy, and three thousand years in the illusion is not enough."
At the same time, rockets and missiles filled with Witch Curses spewed out.
The goddess statue was surrounded by flames: "You can't do what you can!"
At this moment, on Biquan Mountain, the gloomy sacrificial rites on the huge statue of the Goddess erupted suddenly, piercing through the magic energy in an instant, the bronze tripod fell apart, and there was a sharp bird song from the depths of the magma, and the remains of the Suzaku were pulled by two forces , struggling violently.
Sheng Lingyuan, Tianmo Sword... together with the thirty-sixth Suzaku bone, were swallowed by the magma that seemed to melt everything.
There was a loud noise in the depths of Chiyuan, which had lost its seal, the earth cracked open, and the strong smell of sulfur rushed straight to the sky.
Xiao Zheng: "Quick retreat—"
Sheng Lingyuan was swallowed by the blazing fire, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the year when he just left Dongchuan.
He is young and has incredible enthusiasm.
He vaguely seemed to be in the study room, sitting across a chessboard from Dan Li, talking with each other while listening to Dan Li talk about the ceremony of the Emperor's ascension to the throne.
He didn't listen to what Dan Li was saying, he just responded indiscriminately, and his chess loss was terrible. Sheng Lingyuan only remembered that his back was too tight and his waist hurt.
Dan Li finally threw the chess piece, and slightly raised his chin with a masked face: "Your Highness, what's the matter?"
Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan, who was young and mature, finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders softened, and said in a low voice: "It can be regarded as leaving... Hiss, what did the teacher say?"
Dan Li picked up the teapot and poured him half a cup of water: "Why is Your Highness so restless?"
"It's nothing." Sheng Lingyuan first lowered his head as if to cover up something, and then sipped his saliva uncomfortably under Dan Li's seemingly perceptive gaze, "It's Tong, he just got a sword... Cough, maybe it's too fresh, He... he kept staring at me, which I'm not used to."
Dan Li said: "Just not used to it? I think His Highness is uncomfortable?"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't say a word, and the little sword spirit blocked his thoughts. He didn't know what Tong was thinking, he could only feel his following his gaze, and he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. Feeling that he floated out of the window, the sky was high and the earth was far outside, it was the warm early autumn, and the clear scenery fell into Sheng Lingyuan's heart through Jian Ling's eyes, and he couldn't help showing a smile.
Dan Li saw something and sighed: "Your Highness, Tong is a sword spirit."