The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

On the spirit boat.

The magnificent Empress Zhimu pursed her lips tightly, raised her eyebrows, clenched her fists lightly, her face was moved, and her steps were slightly wrong.

For some reason, looking at the blood-soaked young Emperor Qing who was still fighting endlessly, she felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

Impossible, shouldn't be...

Why did she have such a feeling of distress towards Emperor Qing?

He was the chief culprit who killed her father and brother, and caused the Qin Dynasty to be in turmoil and ruined lives.

And the murderer of the man she loved so much.

Even if she had seen so many pictures of herself getting along with Emperor Qing before, and heard so many words she had said to him, it was difficult for her to be touched in her heart.

Even Qin Zhimu had repeatedly doubted whether he really had these memories with Emperor Qing.

If it's true, then why doesn't she remember, why can't she remember.

who...

Can give her an explanation.

Chapter 130

Lin Yuan was seriously injured, and was bombarded by the air wave blasted by Jinlian. At this time, his appearance was too miserable to describe.

Especially his arms were completely broken.

On a pair of arms, only the humerus soaked in blood foam and a little bit of minced meat can be seen.

I couldn't find any intact flesh and blood at all, and they were all bombarded by the burst of air waves so that they were nowhere to be found.

At first glance, it looks like a walking dead after being hacked into pieces.

Injured like this, placed on an ordinary monk, it stands to reason that he should have died a long time ago.

But all the spectators present clearly saw that Lin Yuan's body was still twitching slightly.

Those two pale lips, already soaked in blood, were dripping red and white mucus mixed with blood and saliva.

And trembling slightly, there was a painful groan faintly.

The first moment they saw this scene clearly, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.

With such a serious injury, Lin Yuan not only did not die, but even remained conscious.

Only now did they suddenly realize that what each of them underestimated was not just Lin Yuan's strength beyond his own realm.

It is his physical body that is so overbearing and tough that it is beyond ordinary and unimaginable.

Being directly bombarded by the Cangyan Yanlong, confronting Yan Ren countless times, and then being oppressed by the tyrannical spirit produced by the mutual repulsion of the spirits.

After doing this several times in a row, even a cultivator at the Heavenly Spirit Realm would have to die on the spot.

But he can still retain consciousness.

Before the battle started, they thought it would be a one-sided battle.

But in fact, it was Yan Ren who was forced to use all his strength, and it is still not certain that he will win this kind of battle.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, did not hesitate to fight with his life, and used this kind of strength to fight against it, tenaciously supporting it for so long.

Everyone never expected that the war situation would develop to such a tragic situation.

"Qin...Lin Yuan..."

Behind Qin Guo's seat, those monks from the six countries who were impressed by him clenched their hands and shouted Lin Yuan's name frantically in their hearts.

"Victory, you must win...you must win!!"

They have been infected by Lin Yuan's unyielding and fearless spirit.

They no longer think about the fact that even if they lose, they will be famous in Taixuan, even if they lose, they will be honored.

It was an extremely urgent hope to see Lin Yuan's victory, to witness him win the game.

The bloody smell spread in the battle arena along with the scorching gale, and the auditorium around the sword nest became more and more silent.

Everyone stared at the bloody figure kneeling on the ground, not daring to blink even for a moment.

"...crack... hiss... cough er... goo..."

The painful sound of hemoptysis, continuous groans, and the sound that can only be produced by swallowing blood forcibly, came from Lin Yuan's mouth one after another.

He swallowed the last gulp of blood in his throat, and bit by bit, bit by bit, he straightened his bent knees.

Although the whole process seemed extremely slow and difficult, he still stood up slowly.

On the arm bone, the green and gold two-color spiritual particles are still flowing intermittently, maintaining the balance of the spiritual particles in the golden lotus.

Lin Yuan straightened his back, raised his head suddenly, leaned his back against the spiritual power barrier behind him, and looked at Yan Ren who was flying in the air with a dismissive sneer.

What was reflected in his eyes were two ferocious lights like desperate beasts.

Lin Yuan swayed his body and raised his two palms with almost ten phalanges remaining.

With the thick blood gushing out from his body, he opened his tightly closed palms, and lifted up the fully formed two-color golden lotus.

Inside that round of shining golden lotus, the azure-gold two-color spiritual brilliance is flourishing, circulating endlessly.

Two different types of spiritual seeds divide the space inside the golden lotus, which looks like Taiji and Yangyi, where yin and yang blend together to achieve a perfect balance of circulation.

Where the two colors of green and gold intersect, with the contact of the spirit particles, there are always thunderous explosions.

Exploding blazing light and small lightning, like a round of sun and thunder suddenly descending on the world.

The golden lotus has been fully formed. Although the powerful spiritual pressure is slightly weaker than before, it is still very scary to feel.

Moreover, it exudes a deadly aura that is extremely unstable and tyrannical enough to distort space.

As surging as the ocean, as vast as the mountains.

The monks around the sword nest felt like a hill was pressing on their chests, they were so oppressed that they couldn't breathe.

And Yan Ren, who was tens of feet away from Lin Yuan, looked at Jinlian with eyes full of fear and horror.

Among all the people present, he was the closest to the two-color golden lotus in Lin Yuan's hand.

He is also the most able to feel what kind of tyrannical energy is contained in it.

The spirit son who disobeyed the law actually produced such a majestic spirit pressure.

It's still far away from the day of the green flames on the tip of his spear, and it's a lot away.

impossible……

This is impossible! ! !

The growl in Yanren's throat became more and more intense, and the two rows of teeth were almost crushed by him.

The opponent in front of him that he didn't pay attention to at all.

This untouchable from the state of Qin actually exerted a spiritual pressure that made him terrified.

What made Yan Ren the most unbearable and the most uncontrollable was Lin Yuan's demeanor or the way he looked at him.

Up to now, it is still the same as when the war first started, with a kind of disdain that comes from the depths of the soul.

It looked like he was being completely overlooked by Lin Yuan.

He was not regarded as an invincible opponent at all, but he had a firm belief that he must win.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Yuan never showed any fear of him, let alone the slightest thought of giving up.

How could this prevent Yan Ren from going crazy!It's hideous!Angry about it! !

But no matter how much he gathers the spiritual pressure above the blue sun.

Even if all the blue flames were gathered to the extreme, they still couldn't suppress the aura coming from the two-color golden lotus.

"Impossible...I am the Crown Prince of Yan Kingdom...the most talented disciple of Cangyan Valley..."

Yan Ren roared hoarsely, his voice dry and hoarse.

A pair of eyes were filled with an incomparably crimson blood.

"How could it be... How could it be possible for me to lose to you, a pariah of the Qin Kingdom!!!"

The dry and hoarse roar fell, and the blood in Yan Ren's eyes turned into a ferocious madness in the despair of losing his mind.

As soon as he bit his tongue, he spurted out a few drops of blood, which splashed on the Cangyan Spear in his hand and his body, and then burned quickly.

Immediately, the round of flaming sun on the tip of the spear exploded.

A wave of fire that covered the sky and the sun burst out, completely submerging the entire battle platform.

The entire sword nest seemed to have fallen into the flame hell in an instant.

Chapter 131 The Crazy Yan Crown Prince Ren

If it is ordinary blood, it can be continuously regenerated by the body.

However, every drop of blood essence that contains the essence of a monk's spiritual root is extremely precious and difficult to regenerate.

Using blood essence is equivalent to directly consuming a monk's life foundation, spirit root essence.

Damage to the spiritual root and a decline in realm are still trivial matters, but the impact on the cultivation talent is more important.

Therefore, no monk would choose to burn his own blood unless it was a special moment when life and death were at stake.

But now Yan Ren is completely crazy.

If his opponent is a young Tianjiao who is the same age as him and has almost the same level of realm.

It's like the generation who can't be sealed.

Even if he really lost his strength and was defeated, he might still be extremely disappointed, unwilling, and even lose his mind.

But it is absolutely impossible to do such a stupid behavior of sacrificing everything.

But in fact, the opponent he is facing now is a monk from the Qin Kingdom named Lin Yuan.

From the beginning of the war to the present, he has repeatedly exploded with astonishing strength far exceeding his own spiritual pressure realm.

Even in this way, he lowered his spiritual pressure level by a whole realm, and suppressed Cang Yan, which he was proud of.

He exhausted his energy and completely crushed the strongest spiritual skill he had learned in his life.

How could he not become such a frenzied and insane man.

Since he was young, he has been hailed as the No.1 of the younger generation of Yan Kingdom. His cultivation is all from the Gu Zongmen of the Holy Land, and he considers himself superior to others.

As the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom, he has been instilled in him since he was a child with the value concept that he despises the Qin people and thinks that the Qin people are a bunch of lowly people.

This kind of thinking is already deeply ingrained in his bones and mind.

The reason why he wanted to take the princess of the Qin Dynasty as his own was that he was attracted by her stunning beauty.

What's more, I just want to unilaterally humiliate and torture this noble and supreme Qin woman, and let her play with her.

Satisfy the almost perverted evil desire in my heart, so as to get a great sense of vanity and satisfaction.

Just as Yan Ren showed.

In front of Qinren Lin Yuan, from the beginning to the end, he treated him with incomparable contempt, ridicule and disdain.

That kind of posture is like a high-ranking emperor, judging the inferiors.

Even in front of the monks of the Seven Kingdoms of Taixuan, he didn't care about his status and the outside world's reputation, and called him "a pariah of the Qin Kingdom".

If Yan Ren really lost like this.

Lost at the hands of this Qin man whom he had never seen directly.

He was defeated in the hands of the garbage existence that he had always regarded as lowly and worthless in his bones.

Then all the insults, all the contempt and disdain he has inflicted on Lin Yuan will be repaid thousands of times.

His self-righteous posture will become arrogant and arrogant like a clown.

His attitude, everything he is proud of, will become inferior to the trash.

If you lose like this, in the future, when the monks of the Seven Kingdoms mention the Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom, the name of Yan Ren will be mentioned.