Zong Xingyu stood quietly on the spot, his chest heaved violently, his face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging out. He was panting heavily, gasping for breath, and his expression was infinitely ferocious.
He stood quietly for a while, then suddenly rushed towards the altar as if mad, towards the figures who were sitting quietly.
"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Look at me, look at me, I am Xingyu, I am Xingyu..."
The figure Zong Xingyu was talking to was still sitting mechanically, his eyes were all gray, and he didn't move, as if he couldn't hear him at all.
"Uncle Li! Uncle Li..."
"Uncle Dao, Uncle Dao..."
"Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian..."
Zong Xingyu called out one by one, but he still couldn't get any response.
He looked desperately at these bronze statue-like figures, the elders who had cared and loved him infinitely in the past, suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to the sky with extreme grief and anger and shouted: "What the hell is going on!"
"What's going on here! Why is this!"
"You guys are talking! You guys are talking, you can say whatever you want, just say a word..."
"Look at me! I'm Xingyu, Zong Xingyu..."
He hurried forward, bullied himself behind and forcibly hugged a person and shook him violently: "Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu, look at me, look at me... I am Xingyu, the Xingyu you loved the most back then... "
The man was still indifferent and unresponsive.
Zong Xingyu went around, walked in front of that person, and roared, "Uncle Wu... Could it be that you..."
He moved to the front, but blocked the way for this person to inject vitality into the altar. The person finally turned his head slowly, staring at him with gray eyes, and the eyeballs that he didn't understand at all moved. Zong Xingyu saw this I was overjoyed, and shouted happily: "Uncle Wu...it's me..."
It's a pity that before he could finish his sentence, the man suddenly made a move, and slapped him heavily on the chest.
puff!
Zong Xingyu, who was caught off guard, suffered such a heavy blow that his five internal organs were almost shattered, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew far away.
It is wrong that Zong Xingyu also has the cultivation base of the most powerful man in the world. Even when his mind is unstable, he still has a very strong body to defend the last line of defense. This young master of the West Palace is afraid that he will die for no reason. Here it is!
However, Zong Xingyu, who was still in mid-air, still had no resentment in his heart, only full of disbelief, and when he looked at Uncle Wu, his eyes were filled with deep heartache.
After this Uncle Wu knocked Zong Xingyu into the air with his palm, he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and resumed his original posture again. A stream of true spirit vitality shot out from the palm of his hand continuously and poured into the altar.
The whole person has returned to the state of clay sculpture and wood sculpture.
That's not the case, with the astonishing strength shown by this Uncle Wu and the injuries Zong Xingyu suffered, at most one more slap, Zong Xingyu will definitely die!
And Zong Xingyu vomited blood spattered on the ground, bright blood red, suddenly black smoke rose from the altar, the blood on the ground quickly turned into mist, and "suddenly" flew into the altar, the place on the ground that was originally stained red , no more redness.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Zong Xingyu kept coughing, and tried his best to support his body to get up from the ground, his expression was full of despair. Not only because of heavy injuries, physical strength is difficult to maintain the load, but also because of the psychological blow, which is the real pain that cannot be added!
For a while, he stared at these people in a daze.
After practicing for a long time, he cried out with a half cry and a smile: "Why is this..."
But I don't know who this sentence is asking!
ask people? Ask yourself? ask father? Or ask the devil
Or ask... God
The so-called God's will makes people, good fortune makes people, nothing more!
Zong Xingyu's voice was shrill and his mood was in a daze.
He staggered backwards, step by step, staggeringly walked out, almost every step he took, he would spit out a mouthful of blood. But his eyes were still fixed on these people.
Even if these people's expressions moved a little, and their eyeballs rolled a little, they showed a little bit of care. I can also feel the warmth of that year.
Back then, if I vomited blood so much, let alone vomit blood, even if I scratched the skin a little, these uncles and uncles would be mad with heartache, but now, no one cares about what I will do...
He retreated to the position where he could not see the figure over there, and retreated to the exit.
Of these sixty-three people, none of them moved an inch, without any change.
He didn't turn his head, his expression didn't change, and he didn't even roll his eyes.
On the ground, a lot of blood spit out along the way was still the same as before, turning into mist and flying into the altar.
The whole space is still so eerie.
At this point, Zong Xingyu was finally in complete despair. He let out a stern laugh, turned his head suddenly, stumbled, and ran out without looking back.
At this moment, Ye Xiao and the others had already arrived at the periphery of the West Hall.
This time, Ye Xiao felt extremely abnormal, it was a feeling of feeling bad to the extreme.
"The range seems to be a bit wrong." It was Qionghua Yuehuang who spoke first.
All cultivators, especially veteran and advanced practitioners, are always inferior to Ye Xiao in cultivation, but they are particularly sensitive to their own situation, which is a bit of a legend that something is wrong and comes on a whim.
Along the way, Ye Xiao could feel Qionghua Yuehuang's attitude towards him becoming more and more gentle. It could even be said that he followed and watched him intentionally or unintentionally.
Basically, no matter what the big or small things are, they will intervene. For anything, as long as it can be related to Ye Xiao, they will be very concerned, very active, and very proactive.
Regarding this point, even Lei Dadi and the other three elders are very tasty.
"What's the matter with that woman, how can she be so tidy...Chong Xiao is the apprentice of the three of us! She is always so active and caring, what's the matter... Could it be that she is fascinated by the child's good looks? , I want old cows to eat tender grass..."
"It's not impossible, the kid Chongxiao looks really outstanding, but the girl Yuehuang probably isn't like that, besides, the way I see her looking at Chongxiao is more like a mother-in-law looking at a son-in-law..."
"That's also malicious. The daughter-in-law of our apprentice is not someone from their Qionghua Moon Palace. Why does she look at it like this? What right does she have to look at it like that!" Lei Dadi blew his beard and stared at him secretly, obviously very upset .
Feng Wuying was also very upset: "That's right, that old woman is really... meddling in other people's business, and even robbed us of our jobs... I wondered if she was going to assign some of her disciples to Chong Xiao, so she showed her goodwill in advance. This can't be done..."
"Yes, this is absolutely impossible..."
While they were guessing wildly, Ye Xiao was talking with the Moon Emperor.
Ye Xiao frowned, and said: "The surrounding atmosphere is indeed very strange, it seems that some changes have occurred."
The Moon Emperor nodded, and said: "Not bad, not bad, it's true that the atmosphere is not right."
Ye Xiao said: "Well, in fact, ever since our group entered the boundary of the West Hall, I have felt that every time we take a step forward, the murderous and ferocious aura becomes stronger."
Looking at the dense forest in front of him with deep eyes, he took a breath and said, "I have a faint prediction, it seems that the West Palace... is going to die with us."
"However, based on our initial predictions and the information we have... Mozun probably won't do this, at least not in such a hurry, because he still needs us to help him kill people, kill more people... Otherwise, we won't do it at all. It’s just not enough to complete the life spirits of the nine altars.”
"But now, there is such a depressing atmosphere again..." Ye Xiao frowned: "There must be some kind of variable that we don't know? The presets don’t match either, this variable affects both sides at the same time, I’m really interested, who has such energy to create this variable!”
The Moon Emperor narrowed his eyes, and said, "Since it's not the Demon Lord, could the problem be with the number two person in the West Palace... Zong Xingyu?"
Ye Xiao was silent for a while, and said: "This remains to be seen, and it is not appropriate to make any assumptions at this stage."
"There is another possibility... that is, the energy required by their altar is already sufficient. If so, the current situation may also occur!" Qionghua Moon Emperor frowned suspiciously.
"This is absolutely impossible!" Ye Xiao shook his head resolutely: "If it is really enough, then the West Palace must have long since ceased to exist... It would have been filled into the altar long ago to complete the magic fire."
Qionghua Yuehuang's complexion changed, and he said in disbelief: "How is this possible? Zong Xingyu has always been Zong Yuankai's own son, and Zong Yuankai could be cruel enough to sacrifice anyone, but he would not sacrifice his own son." Bar."
Ye Xiao said lightly: "Follow the power in a hurry. In some extreme cases, the son can also deny it. Compared with Qingyun Tianyu, which pays more attention to personal power and human touch. I have traveled to the lower realm of Hanyang before. At that time, I really witnessed too many human tragedies in which fathers killed their sons, and sons killed their fathers. How much humanity can you keep?!"
Hearing these words, Qionghua Yuehuang was suddenly stunned.
From these words, she suddenly felt a burst of extreme heartache, which made her heart twitch.
Looking at the calm and handsome face in front of her, she could feel a splitting pain in Ye Xiao's heart. Moon Emperor couldn't help feeling an urge to hold him in his arms to comfort him.
…
Ye Xiao and his party are about seven hundred miles away from the West Hall.
However, at this distance, the coalition forces have already encountered unprecedented frenzied blocking, with unprecedented casualties.
Yes, the current blockade can only be described by the word "crazy".
It was a kind of extreme fighting without any scruples and without leaving any room. Every battle was extremely bloody and violent.
This time, the West Hall's team was fighting with a completely reckless attitude.
Just talking about the pioneers who only want to die and do not hesitate to fight bloody battles, as if they are the victims, and they are the ones who desperately want to defend their right to survive, they are full of desperation, grief and aggrieved momentum.
"What's going on? As for being so imposing, does Leiluo dare to die?" Ye Xiao was surprised.
The Demon Lord is Zong Yuankai; the West Palace is the headquarters of the Demon Soul Dao. This is already an undeniable fact, reality!
The upper and lower parts of the West Hall are the source of disaster for Qingyun and the catastrophe of the heavens. This point is even more irrefutable!
So why are you guys so distraught, why does it look like we bullied you...
This, no matter how you say it, it can't be justified!
It's clear that you guys have forced the fellows in the entire Qingyun Tianyu to lose their lives, okay
OK
OK? !
Wave after wave of attacks, all kinds of ambushes, attacks, face-to-face duels, challenges by names, even sneak attacks, poisoning, traps, assassinations, assassinations...
Sometimes, within a day, the coalition forces can find no less than hundreds of raids and battles from different directions and different directions!
Such a frequency of attacks made Ye Xiaoxuanbing and others feel that the senior management of the West Palace seemed to have been stimulated by something, and then, went crazy
But but, but, what is the reason that made them crazy
You are all capable of catastrophizing the Heaven Territory and causing harm to Qingyun, what else can you not bear? !
…
Zong Xingyu sat alone on the highest point of the palace building in the West Palace, "Jizenge", his eyes were cold, his face was pale, and there was an indescribable unruliness at the corners of his mouth.
"Since you have deprived me of the affection I long for, I should return it!"
"You asked me to let them in, but I will make the most extreme obstruction!"
"You want to make the West Palace disappear quietly, but I will do my best to fight back and have a brilliant battle!"
"Even if you are in the devil's way, even if the West Temple is doomed to be extinct, you can't be finished in a wimpy way, you have to fight vigorously!"
"If you can't stand it, if you think I violated your wishes, come and hit me! Come and hit me!"
Zong Yuankai was severely injured by a palm before, and the old injury has not healed, but there is only a crazy flame burning in his eyes.
Maybe even he himself didn't figure it out, he is also an old man who has gone through countless years, matured and prudent, and can distinguish between serious and serious. He has already passed the impulsive age, but why he suddenly loses his temper at such a moment.
That stubbornness, that mood of intentionally making trouble, clearly hasn't appeared in him for more than ten thousand years...
At this moment, it spread like wildfire.
Maybe Zong Xingyu didn't realize that he was actually hoping that his father would find out what he had done, come over and give him a hard lesson, and wake him up by explaining the facts; In this way, he was always cold and expressionless.
It was as if there was no temperature at all.
I have followed the rules for too long, and have pretended for countless years. This time, on the eve of the destruction of the West Temple, I will be willful once. I just want to see, father, whether after entering the magic way, there is no so-called human emotion anymore!
Is there not even a little bit, a little bit, a trace, a little bit? !
"Is it really gone?" Zong Xingyu stood up and roared to the sky.
Now he only feels the tightness in his chest, as if it might explode at any time.