Even after decades, those memories are still so clear, deeply rooted in Wen Chan's bones.
Thinking of that kind of despair, he trembled all over. Before his consciousness could react, his whole body had already rushed forward, and the short knife pointed directly at the back of Zhong Guoyi's head.
When the blade was about to stab, he was suddenly bounced off by an invisible force, and then there was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything. He hit the solid wall and fell to the ground.
He didn't know what he fell on, and his body hurt so badly, he hurriedly got up from the ground, his hands and feet touched the silver, and they collided with each other making a series of crisp sounds.
It was a very quiet and stuffy environment, Wen Chan had already guessed where it was when he heard Yinzi's voice.
At the beginning, he was hiding here and escaped death. A Fu wore his clothes and set fire to Xiyang Palace directly, and saved Wen Chan with his own death.
Ah Fu is timid and cautious, and has served Wen Chan since he was a child. He is stingy and stingy, loves money very much, and has a bit of a bad habit of bullying others, but he is still very cowardly in his bones. It is also understandable.
But a person who has been so timid all his life is so brave in the end, without fear of the raging flames.
Wen Chan was terrified of the cave that saved his life. He heard too many cries and begging for mercy here, and witnessed the destruction of the Wen family. It was a cruel thing.
He touched his body, and the cloak Liang Yanbei gave him earlier was gone, replaced by Ah Fu's eunuch clothes, which were very flimsy.
Wen Chan bit the dagger in his mouth, and bumped his elbow against the cover above his head. Afu covered it carefully, but was afraid that there would be no light and air inside, so he deliberately left a gap.
As soon as Wen Chan pushed it, he pushed it away, and the thick night fell. Wen Chan crawled out of the hole, his eyes were full of torches.
There were many guards around, but they all turned a blind eye to Wen Chan, patrolling back and forth talking and laughing, and a cool wind blew in the air, carrying the smell of blood.
"Among these princes, the Ninth Prince is the most knowledgeable. He knows how to light a fire and walk away with face. The others, ha..." The guard laughed contemptuously and passed by Wen Chan.
"It's really interesting, my lord didn't allow the fire to be extinguished, but now the Xiyang Palace is still burning!"
The teasing words were quite sharp in Wen Chan's ears, and made his brain ache. He ran towards his Xiyang Palace with a short knife in his hand. Laughter and noise mixed in.
Wen Chan took a deep breath, his legs became limp again, and he stumbled through the crowd all the way to the Xiyang Palace.
The entire Xiyang Palace was ignited with flames, and the flames were crackling. A large area of fire was reflected in Wen Chan's beautiful eyes, like the setting sun remaining in the night sky, stinging his eyes.
This is the place where he usually lives, and now it has been melted away bit by bit in the fire, and there is someone in this palace who will quarrel for him, buy sour plum soup tirelessly for him, no matter where he is, he will try his best Be good to him, Ah Fu.
He put on the splendid attire of His Highness the Ninth Prince, and turned into a scorched corpse in the flames.
"Your Highness, you must live on! Whether it's reuniting with old ministers and taking back the Xiliang Mountains and Rivers, or leaving the capital to live thousands of miles away in peace, you must live well!"
"The servant felt that he was lucky more than once. Being able to grow up in Xiyang Palace, being able to serve His Highness by his side, and living half of his life is enough!"
This is what Ah Fu said to Wen Chan before he left. He usually cries a lot, and tears would flow over little things, but when he said this, the tears in his eyes were tightly covered and could not fall.
Looking back now, his farewell to these people in his previous life was too hasty.
Liang Shuhong said to Wen Chan, "Your Highness, be careful in the future." Then he died on the day when Zhong's family entered the city. He was originally a frail scholar, and even with a sword, he couldn't use it freely.
Qin Qi Calligraphy and Painting said to Wen Chan, "Your Highness, go!" and then died in the siege of Zhong's family. They protected Wen Chan all his life, and they still did so until his death.
Wen Zhang said to Wen Chan, "Brother Nine Emperors, I'm not afraid!" Then he died in the palace, under the hooves of the Zhong family's thousands of horses.
Time has passed so long, Wen Chan only has hatred for the Zhong family, but he almost forgets why he hates.
He clenched his dagger tightly, turned his head and left.
He walked through most of the palace, as if he was tireless, and came to the outside of the court hall. The door of the hall was wide open and the lights inside were brightly lit.
Wherever you pass by, there is blood flow. Wen Chan walked in step by step, and saw Zhong Guoyi sitting on the dragon chair in a casual posture. Seeing Wen Chan, he raised a smile, "I haven't looked for you yet, you can do it yourself." gone."
Wen Chan walked straight into the hall without saying a word, his usually gentle and calm eyes were now stained with blood.
He seemed to be unusually calm, with all his emotions hidden and suppressed under a calm face.
Seeing his appearance, Zhong Guoyi felt a little shaken in his heart for no reason. He simply stood up from the dragon chair and beckoned, "Bring it up!"
This was something he had prepared a long time ago. With just an order, the guards pushed over a long wooden frame, on which were hung corpses, lying in front of Wen Chan.
Wen Chan took a quick look and saw his father, prince Wen Yue, his younger brother Wen Xiang, and even Wen Zhang. No one had large or small scars on their bodies. Their clothes were stained red with blood. Go up, like wearing a wedding dress.
Wen Chanyin's fists hidden in his sleeves kept tightening, until he trembled with force, but his face remained calm.
Zhong Guoyi smiled cruelly, "How about it, Your Highness Nine, can you still pretend to be calm when you see this?" He walked down and stood beside the wooden frame, "These are your flesh and blood relatives, they were infinitely honored in life, and now It's so pitiful to be hung here!"
Wen Chan stepped forward, "Do you think these illusions can still fool me?"
"Whether you are Zhong Guoyi or that monster, listen carefully." Wen Chan said, "In this life, I am Wen Chan, not His Highness the Ninth Prince. I want to kill you, not to avenge them, but to liberate myself! "
The moment the words fell, he raised the knife suddenly and was caught off guard. Zhong Guoyi only had time to raise his hand to block it. Wen Chan's sharp blade slid up from his wrist, cutting a long wound that stretched all the way to his hand. It stopped at the elbow.
Zhong Guoyi's expression twisted in an instant, he raised his hand, and a powerful force hit Wen Chan's abdomen, and his body flew out uncontrollably. Fortunately, Wen Chan reacted quickly, rolled over when he landed, and did not fall down.
Zhong Guoyi looked down at his bleeding hand, his entire right forearm turned blood red in an instant, his face was so angry that he grimaced, "I don't want to hurt your body, but you don't know what to do!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a dagger appeared out of nowhere, and he said, "It seems that I must teach you some lessons."
Wen Chan took a deep breath to stabilize his body, and suddenly many figures appeared in front of his eyes, Liang Shuhong, Ah Fu, Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting, Zhong Wenjin, Xie Zhaoxue, Emperor, Wen Yue, Wen Xiang, Wen Zhang, Qiao Yanci, Situ Zhoulan, Shan Ke finally stopped on Liang Yanbei's face, he smiled lightly, he was unparalleled in beauty.
Holding the knife, he stepped forward again, made a feint, and hit Zhong Guoyi's neck. Zhong Guoyi dodged, so fast that in the blink of an eye, he left a knife mark on Wen Chan's back, and the blade was stained with bright red blood.
Wen Chan only felt the piercing pain coming, he gritted his teeth and continued to attack, leaving almost no gap for Zhong Guoyi, and kept dodging.
The biggest advantage of the Liang family's footwork is that it is light and unpredictable. Wen Chan's saber turns very quickly, and at the same time his hands and feet are not idle, as long as he seizes the right opportunity, he will attack.
But because Zhong Guoyi was possessed by a monster, he was much stronger than ordinary people. Not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of demon skills, he suppressed Wen Chan. After being stabbed twice, he grabbed Wen Chan's neck easily. lifted into the air.
Wen Chan's neck was strangled by a powerful force, his face flushed red in an instant, the veins on his head popped out, he raised his foot and kicked Zhong Guoyi's face forcefully, he rolled back neatly, and landed firmly, the next instant , the dagger in his hand burst out through the wind.
The sharp blade easily cut Zhong Guoyi's throat, blood sprayed, Wen Chan was drenched over most of his body, and a lot was stained on his fair face.
Zhong Guoyi's eyes were wide open, and he fell straight down.
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Liang Shuhong and Lou Muge walked out of the fourth illusion and stood in Yanxiang Temple.
His fox ears and the patterns on his face have completely disappeared, all the injuries on his body have been repaired, his eyes have turned back to black, and his appearance has become more and more beautiful with his further demonization. .
It was already dark at this time, and the bright moon hung high in the clean night sky, smudged with hazy white light, Liang Shuhong looked up and stared.
Lou Muge took a look, "What are you looking at?"
Liang Shuhong pointed to the moon and said, "I don't know why, but when I see the moon, I always have the urge to howl."
"Every fox will have this impulse." Lou Muge said, "Just get used to it."
Liang Shuhong hurriedly pursed his mouth tightly, lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more, followed Lou Muge for a few steps, but still couldn't help asking, "Really?"
"Of course it's false. You're just a fox, not a wolf." He smiled.
Liang Shuhong breathed a sigh of relief, and corrected him righteously, "I'm not a fox either."
"All right, all right, as you please." Lou Muge didn't argue with him at all, and said in his heart that when you grow a fox tail, it's up to you to deny it.
The two walked through an empty temple and walked towards the end of Yanxiang Temple. Liang Shuhong was curious, "Where are we going?"
"Find the thing that sacrificed to the formation, and after destroying it, the monster will use its own strength to maintain the formation, which can be regarded as a contribution to your highness." He explained.
Liang Shuhong agreed, "This is a good idea."
In the innermost part of Yanxiang Temple, there is a century-old yew tree, which grows so huge that its crown covers the sky and the sun.
The two came under this tree, Lou Muge stood still, looked up, saw the crown of the tree was hidden in the darkness, and couldn't see anything clearly, he said, "Fire it up."
Liang Shuhong responded, put the scimitar on the ground, escaped from his arms with two flints, took a torch off the wall, and hit it hard, some flames jumped out, but it was unsuccessful.
Lou Muge said, "You don't know how to use mana?"
Liang Shuhong looked confused, "How to use it?"
Lou Muge lamented, "You have been blinded by the blood of the Tushan fox tribe." As he spoke, a small flame jumped out of the palm of his hand when he moved his finger.
Seeing this miraculous scene, his eyes lit up, but he quickly suppressed it and insisted, "I'm a mortal, and I don't know these... fairy arts."
Lou Muge burst out laughing, "What is the fairy law? Immortal law, I'm not a fairy... But if you want to really go back to mortals, you should go to the demon king first, otherwise you will always be like this."
Liang Shuhong thought for a while and asked, "Will I live a long time?"
"Of course." Lou Muge said, "Let me make it clear that Jingmei can live for thousands of years, but it takes ten thousand years to become a demon. If you become a fairy, it will take longer. If you become a god..."
"If you become a god, you will live forever?" He continued.
"God is eternal life, but God is ruthless and desireless, it's better not to provoke him." He said.
"Which one do I belong to?"
"As I said earlier, the Tushan fox family is a divine beast. When the blood is completely fused with yours, you can directly ascend to the gods, but the demon king has been separated from Tushan for a long time, and you still have his scent on you." , if you really go to the God Realm, you will definitely be targeted."
"Ah..." Liang Shuhong immediately confessed, "Forget it, I just want to be a mortal."
Lou Muge smiled without saying a word.
"What about the demon king?" Liang Shuhong asked again, "How long has he lived?"
Mentioning him, Lou Muge thought for a while and said, "He is really an old goblin. When I was young, he had already rebelled against Tu Shan, descended from the God Realm, and became a mighty monster. After so many years, he loved him so much. Be a demon king."
Liang Shuhong took a look at Lou Muge's appearance, and secretly rejoiced, "It seems that he hasn't lived long."
Lou Muge saw what he was thinking in his heart, but didn't say anything, chuckled lightly, and with one finger, the flames turned into thousands of light spots, floating upwards from his palm, and finally gathered around the tree, covering the surrounding The scene is all illuminated.
Liang Shuhong moved his gaze upwards along the spot of light, and was very amazed at the scene. His brows and eyes were just filled with joy, but after he saw the tree trunk clearly, he suddenly changed drastically and became terrified.
The huge tree trunks in between are actually wrapped with people, big and small, with faces exposed. Those faces have their eyes closed and their faces are sunken with thinness.
Liang Shuhong had never seen such a terrifying scene before, his legs trembled in fright, he picked up the scimitar on the ground in a panic, and said in a low trembling voice, "What is this, what is this..."
Lou Muge's face was heavy, "This should be the person from the original temple, but was sealed in the demon tree by the monster as a sacrificial array."
He took two steps forward, jumped up suddenly, stepped on the tree trunk and jumped into the huge canopy several times. Liang Shuhong said from below, "Be careful! Don't be caught by the tree!"
Lou Muge didn't respond, he turned lightly, turned half a circle and said, "This is still alive."
Liang Shuhong also wanted to jump up like him when he heard it, but after looking at the faces on the tree trunk, he didn't dare, so he said, "You dig them out."
"Next." A voice came from above, and then a person fell from above. Liang Shuhong swung his machete and disappeared in his hand. He stretched out his arms to catch the person, and hugged the person tightly. "Mom! It's Xie Zhaoxue!"
Xie Zhaoxue's face was pale, her breathing was weak, and she fell into a deep coma. Liang Shuhong gently put him on the ground, and as soon as she stood up, Lou Muge said, "There is one more."
He saw someone fall from the canopy again, he ran two steps to catch it, he saw that it was someone he didn't know, breathing smoothly, apparently in much better condition than Xie Zhaoxue, Liang Shuhong put him and Xie Zhaoxue together.
Lou Muge jumped down from the tree, shook his head and said, "I can't do anything else, I've been dead for a few days."
"He is very weak, can you save him?" Liang Shuhong pointed to Xie Zhaoxue.
Hearing that he was squatting beside Xie Zhaoxue, he stretched out his hand to press his heart, a very dark color flashed past, Xie Zhaoxue's breath suddenly rose, and then his face quickly turned rosy, Lou Muge stood Get up, "Okay, I can't die."
Liang Shuhong felt Xie Zhaoxue's pulse and felt that the pulse was strong, so he was relieved, "Are we going to destroy this tree?"
"Of course it will be destroyed." Lou Muge said, "This tree is constantly absorbing energy to maintain the entire Rakshasa illusion."
"But this tree is so big, even if it is to be burned, it will take a few days."
Lou Muge waved his hand, "Where's your knife?"
After hearing this, Liang Shuhong shook his right hand, and the scimitar appeared again. This was a trick he figured out after he became a demon. He looked at his knife, "Do you want to use a knife to chop?"
Even a year of cutting may not be able to completely remove the roots of the tree.
Lou Muge shook his head, "This knife of yours is no small role. Come on, let me teach you a trick. Keep the knife and break the root of this tree."
"You can just chop it with a knife? If I can't learn it, it's a waste of time." Liang Shuhong asked.
"You think I don't want to? This knife has spiritual consciousness, and it recognizes its owner. If it is not the owner it recognizes, it can't be picked up at all." Lou Muge said, "My trick is very simple, and no fool can learn it. "
Liang Shuhong weighed it for a while, remembering Wen Chan's appearance when he was holding a knife, and believed Lou Muge's words, and said, "Come on, come on, teach me faster."
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Wen Chan gasped and backed away, the feeling of suffocation gradually disappearing, he wiped the warm blood from his face, saw Zhong Guoyi's body not moving for a long time, just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.
But he saw black mist suddenly appearing around him, and then the whole person stood up straight like a wooden stick, Zhong Guoyi had a cold smile on his face, and his neck was still bleeding, he said, "You are a mere mortal, really Think you can kill me?"
Wen Chan was horrified, and stepped back unconsciously.
Zhong Guoyi said, "I originally wanted your complete soul, but since you are so resistant, it doesn't matter if you have less soul."
As he said that his right hand turned into a claw, the black mist prevailed, and his arm suddenly stretched out, approaching Wen Chan's neck to grab it. Wen Chan reacted very quickly, rolled to the side, dodged the long claw, and stomped on it. Force rushed towards him.
Zhong Guoyi smiled contemptuously, as if laughing at Wen Chan's overestimation, the five fingers of his left hand were aligned and turned into sharp knives, facing Wen Chan's heart.
Wen Chan's speed was very fast, seeing that he was in front of him, he turned to one side, trying to dodge, but Zhong Guoyi was faster than him, and slammed on Wen Chan's right hand fiercely.
The pain of bone fracture came quickly, Wen Chan couldn't restrain his screams, and retreated again and again, his whole right hand drooped weakly, but he still held the short knife firmly.
Under the severe pain, cold sweat broke out instantly.
Zhong Guoyi laughed loudly, "Don't overestimate your capabilities, give up obediently, and suffer less flesh and blood."
Wen Chan gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain desperately, took the dagger with his left hand, and said with hatred, "Wishful thinking!"
As soon as the voice fell, he rushed out again.
There is nothing else in my mind, only one thought: kill this person in front of me!
Zhong Guoyi raised his hand, his nails turned into sharp knives, aiming at Wen Chan's chest, Wen Chan ran straight towards him without dodging or dodging.
When he came to him, he dodged aside abruptly. The next moment, Zhong Guoyi's sharp claws pierced his shoulder blades, and his knife also pierced Zhong Guoyi's side neck.
Zhong Guoyi was in pain and threw Wen Chan out at once.
The illusion seemed to amplify Wen Chan's pain several times. The two consecutive injuries made his mind a little dazed, and his whole body was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string.
The disparity in strength makes it impossible to defeat.
Trying my best, Wen Chan thought, I am worthy of all those who sacrificed for him, and also worthy of myself.
When he thought he was about to fall to the ground, someone caught him with a soft arm, hugged him into a warm embrace, and hugged him tightly.
Wen Chan opened his eyes, and saw Liang Yanbei bent his head down, pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and said softly in a voice that instantly reassured him, "It's okay, I'm here."