Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Lu Qingan asked him: You know you regret it now, what did you do before?

Immortal Han Zhang's throat choked slightly. The pressure of worldly emotions made it hard for him to breathe. The pain spread from his heart to his limbs...

Immortal Lord Han Zhang: "I was wrong..."

Lu Qingan just thought it was ridiculous.

"It's too late..." Lu Qing'an looked into Immortal Lord Han Zhang's eyes and said word by word: "He is dead. He was burned to death by your own hands..."

Han Zhang Xianjun suddenly closed his eyes. It seemed as if a blazing fire appeared in front of him, and his thin figure disappeared in the flames...

“No…” Immortal Lord Han Zhang’s lips trembled: “No, you are still here, how could he disappear… You lied to me!”

Immortal Lord Hanzhang suddenly jumped up, curled his fingers into claws and was about to grab Lu Qingan.

Just as his fingers touched Lu Qing'an's shoulder, something strange happened.

Lu Qing'an suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then he frowned, clutched his chest tightly in pain, then staggered back two steps and leaned against a big tree.

Immortal Han Zhang immediately flashed to Lu Qingan's side, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Qing'an didn't care about him. Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

Immortal Hanzhang stretched out his finger to probe into Lu Qingan's heart, only to find that the soul in his body had split into several pieces at some point and was on the verge of breaking.

"How could this happen..." Immortal Lord Hanzhang was at a loss.

The person in his arms is the only hope to save His Majesty, but now he is on the verge of death. This sudden change caught Immortal Lord Hanzhang off guard.

His eyes were red, and the arms around Lu Qingan were shaking slightly.

If Lu Qing'an died, he would really have no hope.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang didn't have time to think about it. He pointed his fingers like a sword at his forehead. The next moment, a vague ray of light was pulled out by him.

The moment he pulled out the ball of light and shadow, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The exorcists saw clearly that the ball of light was half of the immortal king's soul. He actually tore his soul apart and then pulled one half out!

The pain of tearing the soul apart is really unbearable for ordinary people, but Immortal Lord Hanzhang seemed to feel no pain at all. He pulled the ball of light and shadow and put it into Lu Qingan's body bit by bit.

The soul of a god is purer than that of a mortal and its power is also stronger. Once it enters the body, it immediately wraps up the broken soul, and its gentle power repairs the scars in the soul bit by bit.

Seeing that Lu Qing'an's soul had not dissipated, Immortal Han Zhang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then picked up Lu Qing'an, who had already fainted.

A white light flashed on the flat ground, and after the white light, both of them disappeared.

The exorcists looked at each other in bewilderment, and someone asked, "This..."

Lu Yuanze looked at the direction where the two people disappeared, remaining silent.

.........

Immortal Lord Han Zhang placed Lu Qing'an in the cave he carried with him. Looking at the unconscious Lu Qing'an, Immortal Lord Han Zhang looked both happy and sad.

As soon as his soul entered Lu Qingan's body, he knew why Lu Qingan was like this.

A long time ago, His Majesty tore one of his own arms apart as a spirit in order to escape.

As one grew stronger, the other weakened. The broken arm turned into soul power and returned to the other half of the soul.

His Majesty once told his other half of the soul: As long as the soul has a place to go, he will not disappear.

The soul of His Majesty, which was burned to ashes in the flames, turned into the most primitive soul power and returned to Lu Qing'an.

But it was not a normal soul after all. The broken soul, along with the damage it had suffered, merged with Lu Qing'an's soul, so it became like this.

At this moment, Immortal Hanzhang's hair was all white and his body was covered in blood. His once spotless clothes were now covered in dust. He looked as miserable as could be, completely different from the image of an otherworldly god.

But he didn't care at all, the only thing in his eyes was the person on the bed.

"Your Majesty..." Immortal Lord Han Zhang knelt on one knee and gently placed his forehead against Lu Qing'an's with a pious look, as if in this way he could be with his majesty forever.

A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Immortal Han Zhang wiped it away with his finger without paying much attention.

The damage to his soul was much greater than he expected, but as long as he could save His Majesty, he was willing to pay any price, except...

I really can’t bear to…

Immortal Lord Hanzhang gave a bitter smile and slowly stood up. Inside his body, several curse seals were destroying his flesh bit by bit.

He took a last look at Lu Qingan lying on the bed, his eyes full of reluctance.

Then he turned his head resolutely and walked slowly towards the cave entrance.

Every step he took left a bloody footprint...

When he reached the cave entrance, Immortal Lord Hanzhang looked far into the distance. At the end of his sight, countless streams of immortal energy were rushing towards this side.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang sneered and formed seals with his fingers. The aura around him immediately began to rise. A magnificent ancient curse seal rose from his fingertips and slowly enveloped the entire cave.

The next moment, the entire cave disappeared, leaving only Immortal Lord Hanzhang.

He raised his head and looked at the immortals who had landed in front of him, his eyes full of mockery.

Immortal Lord Han Zhang: "Why, you finally decided to come out?"

The leader was unexpectedly the master of the Ninth Heaven.

"Han Zhang Xianjun... you are cruel and bloodthirsty. You killed the Xianren. You should be executed."

Han Zhang Xianjun laughed sarcastically: "Just you? Just you guys?"

He slowly stretched out his hand, and a long sword shining with cold light appeared in his hand.

Everyone in heaven felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and immediately used their magic weapons to meet the enemy.

In that battle, the sky and the earth changed color. Han Zhang Xianjun was like a killing god, killing all the immortals. Finally, he cast his eyes on the last person, then revealed a bloodthirsty smile and said: "You are the only one left..."

The man was so frightened that he turned around and tried to escape, but was caught up by the Immortal Lord Han Zhang and killed with a sword.

After killing everyone, Immortal Lord Hanzhang seemed to have lost all his strength. He leaned against a big tree, let out a long breath, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

A piece of white snow fell on his face. He looked up at the sky and found that snowflakes had been falling from the sky without him noticing.

In the sky full of snowflakes, Immortal Han Zhang's eyes gradually became blurred, and finally even his body began to disappear.

The heavy snow gradually covered the entire land, along with all the sins, making it seem as if nothing had happened...

The first part is finished.