The Villain Raising Cubs[Transmigration Book]

Meng Yijue saw the young man walking in the puppet team with an expressionless face from a distance, and thought he was dazzled and admitted a mistake. #小@说He tried his best to stand on tiptoe and stared into the distance with wide eyes.

Lingyuan noticed his strangeness, "Master, what's wrong? Who are you looking at?"

Meng Yijue's voice trembled a little: "Lingyuan, that..."

He stared at the figure closely, and finally carefully recognized that the person was exactly the same as Zhong Wei in his memory!

"That's Zhong Wei, Zhong Heng's younger brother."

More than a year ago, the original owner and Zhong Wei were tricked by An Jinhua into the Demon Realm, where they were murdered.

The original owner lost the inner alchemy, and Zhong Wei lost his life.

At this time, Meng Yijue's heart beat wildly when he saw Zhong Wei who was walking unsteadily behind the team.

Zhong Wei was actually resurrected by Nether King's soul-returning curse, and his resurrection means...

His brain was dizzy, and he was still immersed in the huge accident before he could react. A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Shui Lingyuan's eyes, and he stepped out immediately.

Meng Yijue stopped him, "Lingyuan, what are you going to do?"

Ling Yuan said: "Get him back and confront him! Let Zhong Wei explain clearly what happened back then in front of the entire sect!"

He almost gritted his teeth and burst out the name, "...Exposing An Jinhua!"

Meng Yijue's body trembled violently, and his blood surged in an instant, his heart pounding with excitement and ecstasy.

If... Zhong Wei can be allowed to speak, if, if... just expose what happened back then...

Ling Yuan held the magic crystal bone backhand, and the magic energy was fully released in an instant.

"Master, I'll go find him!"

Up to now, he doesn't care about anything - as long as he can vindicate the master, as long as he can help the master get rid of his grievances, even if it is Asura Hell ahead, he, Shui Lingyuan, will rush down without hesitation!

"Lingyuan, come back!"

At the critical moment, Meng Yijue insisted on holding Ling Yuan back with his remaining rationality.

"Master!! Why are you still hesitating?"

Meng Yijue felt his hands trembling violently.But he still forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and carefully observed the puppet in front of him.

Although those puppets have the appearance of humans, they all have the same expression, lifeless, like walking corpses without thinking.

Meng Yijue's heart sank.

"Calm down! Now the Nether King is urging the soul-returning spell. We don't know whether these dead puppets have autonomous consciousness. Now Zhong Wei is not really resurrected, but a pawn manipulated by the Nether King. He is probably just a Empty combat tool with a watch case, and can't speak or think!"

Ling Yuan gritted her teeth.

Master is right, the "Zhong Wei" they see now is actually just a puppet created by Nether King, not the real body.If this "Zhong Wei" is an empty shell without memory, then it would be useless for them to find him, and they will be in danger of being attacked by him!

Meng Yijue patted him on the shoulder, "Lingyuan, let's focus first and win this battle."

Zhong Wei walked behind the group of puppets.If you want to get close to him, you must also clean up the puppets in front of you.

Ling Yuan thought for a while, condensed a bubble out of thin air, and let the bubble fly into the puppet formation in the distance.

"Master, I'll mark Zhong Wei with water bubbles first, so that I won't miss him later when we fight."

Meng Yijue nodded.It's so good, he watched the water bubbles fly leisurely to the puppet group, land on top of Zhong Wei's head, and burst with a pop.

Zhong Wei raised his hand stiffly and scratched the top of his head.Xu didn't feel threatened, and he continued to walk expressionlessly.It's just that the water vapor has left a mark on him, making it easier for Ling Yuan to find him later.

Seeing the enemy crowding up, Meng Yijue quickly fired a string of signal fireworks into the sky, and then asked Ling Yuan: "How can I undo the soul curse this time?"

"No solution." Ling Yuan shook her head, "I can only fight, knock them all down!"

The Nether King's actions are really vicious and vicious.He resurrected the ancestors of the Haoyue Sect into puppets, and used the deceased ancestors to deal with the living descendants. He stood on the sidelines and waited to watch the good show of the two parties killing each other...

Looking at the cultivator puppets staggering towards them, Meng Yijue felt a chill in his heart, feeling aggrieved and hated.

The puppet's body is full of thick ghostly ghostly energy, and only pure demonic energy can restrain it.Now in the camp of Haoyuezong, except for Shui Yingying, who has no combat power, only Meng Yijue, master and apprentice, are left with pure devilish aura.

Meng Yijue pricked his finger with a knife without hesitation.Blood dripped slowly, and he quickly drew a spell on the ground.

The blood talisman is the most powerful type of talisman. It is connected with the caster's lifeline and is extremely powerful.Of course, once it fails, the backlash is also terrifying.

Shui Lingyuan saw Meng Yijue quickly draw a set of spells, and she knew it was a cruel move just by the complexity of the formula.He flipped his hand over, and the magic crystal bone suddenly appeared on it, transforming into a crossbow—this kind of weapon that can be fired in succession is most suitable for group battles.

In an instant, the army came under the pressure, Meng Yijue folded his hands together and shouted: "Shui Fang Shi Jing, Yu!"

The several groups of spells he drew with bloodstains were immediately connected with each other, and a magic circle rose from the ground, forming a mirror-like surface to face the puppet rushing forward.

At the same time, Shui Lingyuan raised the magic crossbow.There was only a subtle "swish" sound, and the flying arrow flew away, wrapped in a strong and murderous aura, and went straight to the enemy's head.

Shui Lingyuan didn't know these ancestors of the immortal sect at all, and coupled with the fact that she had detected the ghostly aura on the other party, she wholeheartedly believed that this was just a malicious trick of the enemy, so she didn't have any psychological burden when fighting.

After several rounds of flying arrows, some puppets fell, and more puppets approached.

Seeing that the distance was getting closer, Ling Yuan turned the magic crystal bone into a halberd, and stabbed towards the nearest enemy.

Meng Yijue half-kneeled behind, with one hand propped up on the ground, and the other holding a hand formula, to help Ling Yuan.

This water mirror formation looks calm, but there is a lot of space inside.The spells surrounded Shui Lingyuan like transparent bubbles.When he attacked, the magic circle hit the opponent with him, doubling the attack; when he retreated, the magic circle firmly protected him and blocked the enemy's attack for him.

This set of talismans was adapted by Meng Yijue on the basis of his predecessors, and it can be regarded as his semi-original achievement.Now it is the first time to use it in actual combat, and it works perfectly with Shui Lingyuan.

He tensed his nerves to manipulate the talisman, while secretly thinking, when the battle is over, he will find a way to promote this useful talisman in the cultivation world, and it would be best if the latest version of the talisman encyclopedia of the Xianmeng is also included For the benefit of the younger generations.

The two fought together and successfully blocked the enemy in this area, firmly blocking a large number of enemy soldiers.

Reinforcements arrived just in time.When the cultivators saw the appearance of the enemy, they were shocked and exchanged strange glances with each other.

Meng Yijue gave them a brief introduction to the situation while controlling the rune array.Although the masculine aura of the cultivators is mediocre in dealing with the ghost puppets, the combination of many people can also produce an effective blow.They quickly lined up on the battlefield, centered on Meng Yijue's water mirror talisman array, and each used their own methods to defend.

The first wave of attacks was successfully intercepted.Meng Yijue was rejoicing that Nether King's conspiracy hadn't taken effect on the cultivators, when he suddenly heard a few strange flute sounds from the mist behind the puppet.The voice was exceptionally sharp and piercing, full of weirdness, and it sounded like a funeral report, which made him dizzy for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden change appeared ahead.

Hearing the sound of the flute, the lifeless puppets suddenly "woke up" one after another.It was as if he had been painted with an expression in an instant, and the bondage was released, as if he was "alive"——

They began to pant, speak, and have vivid demeanor changes.

The two white-haired cultivator puppets who were in contact with Shui Lingyuan at the front suddenly let out a "Hey", stepped back lightly, and frowned at Shui Lingyuan who had just wrestled with him.

"Huh? Who are you...what's going on here?"

Seeing their sudden change of action, Ling Yuan was secretly startled, the blade she stabbed turned to the left and retracted.

These two white-haired cultivators are both master-level figures of the Haoyue ancestor, and they are the Taoist Qingyue and Taoist Taixuan of the sect.

The two masters sacrificed their lives for righteousness in the war between the sect and the Demon Realm more than a hundred years ago, and died heroically in battle, enjoying a high reputation in the whole sect.

At this moment, the two old seniors seemed to have slept for a long time, and they were just waking up from a big dream. They were looking around suspiciously, and said in surprise: "This... seems to be all cultivators of the Haoyue Sect?"

Most of the cultivators are also sluggish.

If they were faced with rigid puppets, they could convince themselves to kill them as simple enemies; but at this time, these puppets came to life, talking to each other and looking around curiously like real people.

Facing this group of ancestors and masters of the sect, how could they fight!

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

Meng Yijue's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and looked behind the thick fog.

The purpose of those strange flute sounds just now was nothing else - it was to awaken the consciousness of these puppets, let them speak, and even fight according to their own will.

Meng Yijue has always believed that the dead are the greatest and should not be offended. Seeing the ancestors of the immortal sect who died in the battle were forced out by the Nether King to fight, and there was no peace after death, his hatred for the enemy increased.

Master Qingyue saw the calm water demon in front of him, and quickly realized: "Is it in the middle of the battle? I've been dead for a long time, I never thought I'd see the children of Haoyue Sect again, but it was on the battlefield!"

And Taoist Taixuan has a much more irritable temper than him.The old man blew his beard and stared, pointing at the sky and yelling: "It's the Nether clan who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth! These grandsons actually cast a soul-returning curse on the old man, telling the old man to beat his own people! Pooh!"

Before the words fell, the faint sound of the flute sounded.The ancestors froze, and despite their will, they were driven to stagger forward.

Shui Lingyuan didn't hesitate, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, senior!" He didn't say much, and raised his sword to meet him.

The two seniors he challenged were both brilliant sword cultivators. At this time, they also drew their swords out of their sheaths and confronted him fiercely.

While everyone was in a daze, the three of them had gone through more than ten moves.

Taoist Taixuan didn't expect that the young boy in front of him could catch the sword moves of the two of them, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.Although they are only appearing in the form of puppets at the moment, and they have not yet displayed one-tenth of their original strength, it is not easy for Shui Lingyuan to be able to fight against two sword repair masters.

The two seniors looked at each other with expressions of approval.Master Qingyue asked: "Young student, what's your name?"

Lingyuan answered briefly: "Shui Lingyuan." While speaking, she lightly flicked her wrist, deftly deflecting Master Qingyue's sword.Then he turned around to control the sword with Qi, and danced fierce sword moves in the flowing clouds and flowing water, and the cold sword Qi attacked the opponent forcefully.

Master Qingyue smiled and said: "Okay, great swordsmanship!" He was shocked back a few steps, and looked at Shui Lingyuan curiously: "Young man, I have never seen this set of sword moves before, dare I ask where it came from? "

Shui Lingyuan said: "This is my master Meng Yijue's self-created move, called 'Sunshine', and this is the No. 13 move." As he spoke, he nodded slightly to Meng Yijue who was behind him.

Daoist Qingyue repeatedly praised, "What a formidable young man! It is truly a blessing that the Haoyue Sect will still have this genius after a hundred years!"

Taoist Taixuan laughed heartily, "That's natural! If no one surpasses us two old antiques in a hundred years, the millennium foundation of Haoyue Sect will not have to continue!"

When the other practitioners around heard this, they focused their eyes on Shui Lingyuan, all envious and jealous.

Who in the Haoyue School would not want to be praised by the master of swordsmanship?And it's not just praise.

Daoist Qingyue suddenly shouted, "Xiangsheng, look after him!" He changed his posture and resorted to a new method.

Shui Lingyuan's heart skipped a beat, she watched his sword move intently and held it firmly a few times.He understands that this is an extremely rare opportunity - the old senior who only appeared in the fairy gate classics "lived" to teach him in person and teach him his unique moves!

Relying on his super martial arts talent and memory, he learned Qingyue Zhenren's swordsmanship of the same name - Qingyue Sword Style just by reading it once.

Then Taoist Taixuan showed his sword skills in front of him without hesitation, and also told Ling Yuan the sword formula.The old man pretended to be mysterious and pointed to the real Qingyue next to him, and said with a smile: "My Tai Chi swordsmanship can just beat him."

Hearing this, the corner of Shui Lingyuan's mouth twitched, but her face was still dignified and serious, and she didn't smile.

The two old people found it very interesting to see the child Mingming was immature but had a calm demeanor.

Shui Lingyuan is grateful for the teachings of his seniors, but right now the battle is tight, and his master is still working hard behind him, so he can't delay any longer.And the two seniors had rich experience, so they naturally knew it well, and nodded encouragingly to him.

Ling Yuan focused on moving the sword, exerting all her strength to use what she had learned, the pure demonic energy restrained the Nether Puppet, and the two seniors showed pained expressions on their faces.Taking advantage of the time when her footwork was disrupted, Ling Yuan seized the opportunity and knocked down her opponent in one fell swoop.

"Senior, I'm sorry!"

Shui Lingyuan severely injured the two puppets.Daoist Qingyue was wiped out, Daoist Taixuan calmly stroked his beard and smiled.

When it comes again, it turns into dust and falls to the ground.

Staring fixedly at the dust, Shui Lingyuan solemnly bowed to salute.When he raised his eyes again, his complexion had returned to normal, and he turned his head without hesitation and ran to the next target.

Shui Lingyuan and Shizun joined forces to fight, giving full play to the restraining effect of magic energy on the Nether tribe.After a while, the puppets that were activated by the Soul Resurrection Curse were wiped out one by one.

Seeing that the battle was at a disadvantage, King Nether couldn't sit still.

He drove the remaining puppets who were still able to move together with the strange sound of the flute, and launched a concentrated attack on the Zongmen's position; at this moment, a large number of fierce beasts also came from the west side, forming a pincer attack with the puppet team.

Facing the group attack, Shui Lingyuan calmly gathered his demonic energy and condensed into a huge ball in the air, like a thick cloud covering the position.

Meng Yijue knew his plan when he saw this, and immediately called all the practitioners to retreat.

After the people dispersed, only the loud sound of "Boom..." was heard, and the magic cloud in the sky exploded and burst into dazzling light.

Ling Yuan's "Magic Cloud" move had blown up the entire underground palace in one fell swoop, but now she showed her power again and wiped out all the enemy soldiers within a radius of one mile.

Everyone was amazed.The next moment, two beams of light flew out of the thick fog and headed straight for Shui Lingyuan!

Although Ling Yuan expected that the Nether King would take the opportunity to sneak attack, but after the big move, his body was exhausted and stiff, unable to move, and seeing the light beam attacking, he was unable to avoid it.

At the critical juncture, the ground suddenly fluctuated.A thick wall of earth and stone stood in front of him, resisting this wave of raids.

A black shadow flashed past under the smoke and dust, and Shui Lingyuan felt a hand holding his wrist, pulling him out of the danger zone.

You don't need to guess, you know who the person who saved you is.

Ling Yuan smelled the faint scent of medicine coming from her side, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

At the moment when the earth wall was used to block the buffer, Meng Yijue ventured deep into the position and brought his son out.

He originally planned to carry it on his shoulders, but Ling Yuan seemed to be heavier than before, probably because he had inhaled a lot of magic energy not long ago, and his body had also grown a little.

Meng Yijue couldn't carry him, so he had to hug him by the waist instead.He thought silently, this kid is growing too fast, and he might not even be able to hold him in his arms soon...

The two landed smoothly.

After a while, Meng Yijue found that the boy was still buried in his arms, wrapping his hands around his neck and not letting go, so he patted him quickly: "It's so heavy, come down quickly!"

Shui Lingyuan blinked her eyes, revealing an aggrieved expression.

Meng Yijue ignored it and carried him to the ground.

The majestic killer in the world had the audacity to pretend to be a pitiful child, and the Nether King on the opposite side might vomit blood when he saw it.

Coincidentally, at this moment, there was a roar from the opposite side.The Nether King jumped out from the cover of the dense fog and flew straight to the Xianmen camp, his facial features were distorted in anger—it seems that the failure of the sneak attack forced him, the king of the clan, to go into battle himself!

Followed by two giant beasts, one has horns on its head and looks like a giant vulture, the other has a red head and white feet and looks like an ape. They are the kings of the two beast clans allied with the Nether clan. And Zhu Yan!

The three of them approached menacingly, their eyes turned red, and they attacked Shui Lingyuan together.

Naturally, Meng Yijue would not sit back and watch his son be bullied by them one by one.Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a strong wind sweeping behind him, and a powerful aura was coming towards him.As soon as it appeared, it quickly suppressed all the messy magic breath around it.

That is……

Meng Yijue's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Shunbu's strong man who appeared here - No. 1 of Haoyue Sect, headed by Yun Wangfeng!

Behind Sect Master Yun, all reinforcements from Hao Yuezong and other sects arrived.

In the bitter cold wind, the cultivators guarded every corner of the defense line step by step, waiting for an order.

The dense fog in front gradually dissipated, and the remaining Nether soldiers and their beast allies also gathered together, roaring loudly.

The final decisive battle is imminent.

Yun Wangfeng looked at Meng Yijue and the two, and said in a deep voice: "Bring Zhu Yan and Gu Diao to this seat, you two stop the Nether King."

Meng Yijue nodded.The devil energy can restrain ghost energy, and Master Yun's pure aura can restrain fierce beasts. Referring to Tian Ji's horse racing principle, Master Yun's allocation is perfect.

After the confession, Yun Wangfeng drew his sword luckily and stepped into the battle circle first.Not to be outdone, Zhu Yan and Gu Diao roared ferociously.

The two sides collided with each other forcefully, and the power was shocking.In an instant, landslides and ground shattered on the battlefield, and broken rocks flew across the battlefield, and those who were weaker nearby were directly shaken out of the sky...

At the same time, the Nether King shuttled over the battlefield and flew directly towards Shui Meng.

Meng Yijue said in a low voice: "Lingyuan, you block the Nether King from the front, and I will cooperate with you with the water mirror talisman." The two reached an agreement tacitly and quickly launched an attack and defense.

Lingyuan is now learning and selling, and uses the sword move she just learned from Master Qingyue to face the Nether King.

However, the new king was more difficult to deal with than expected.He didn't attack head-on like the people next door who shook the ground, but played the bone flute, creating powerful illusions in the treacherous sound of the flute.

The illusion descended, enveloping Shui Meng and the two of them.

The sound of the flute was weird and harsh, and Meng Yijue only felt the eardrums swell and congested, which was even more unbearable than listening to Zhao Ruolin's piano sound.There was a flicker in the field of vision for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the world was spinning, yin and yang were reversed, and he was in a strange realm, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness.

"This is……?"

Meng Yijue panicked immediately.Compared with duels with real swords and guns, he is not good at dealing with illusions. Last time he suffered from Night Dire in Jiang's Mansion, and he was in a mess.

He subconsciously pinched his leg a few times, but this illusion was not an ordinary nightmare, and he could easily get rid of it.

The situation in front of him changed in an instant, and he actually saw Qingyang and Qingxi lying in front of him, bloody and bloody.

"Qingyang! Qing..."

The illusion of Nether King brought the deepest fear in people's heart to life.The illusion is too realistic, even if Meng Yijue keeps silently chanting whether it's fake or not, he can't ignore the scene of his beloved apprentice lying dying in a pool of blood.

Turning his gaze, Meng Yijue suddenly saw a familiar figure lying not far away—it was Ling Yuan!The boy's body was stained with blood, and he stared at him speechlessly with his empty eyes.

"Lingyuan!! No, this is not true..."

The scene in front of me was too exciting.Meng Yijue covered his head in collapse, his body shivered from cold to hot, and his blood almost flowed backwards...

Suddenly there was a quick "Master!" He leaned back weakly and fell into a warm embrace.Someone hugged his shoulders tightly, injecting energy into his meridians from the neck.

My eyes became clearer.

Meng Yijue struggled to open his eyes, and through the thin mist in his eyes, he saw Ling Yuan's face close at hand.

"Ling Yuan...?"

"Yue Qingzun came to help us, helped us dispel the illusion, and provided us with a chance to fight back."

There were dark blood stains running down the young man's cheeks, and magic lines covered his shoulders and neck, apparently he had just let go of his ultimate move.

And not far from them, Yueqing Zun, one of the three Haoyuezong Zun, was using powerful spells to firmly suppress the Nether King, shaking his whisk.

Nether King knelt on the ground immobile, clutching his left arm severed by the magic crystal bone, howling in pain.

Lingyuan stuck to Meng Yijue's ear, and said softly: "Master, don't be afraid, I cut off his arm, and he can no longer use illusion."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, saying that breaking a human arm is as common as breaking a piece of grass.

Meng Yijue's face was pale and he was too out of breath to speak.Ling Yuan stroked his heart lightly for him, to help him calm down, and rubbed her cheek against his scattered hair intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Yijue felt that he was coaxing himself like a child, as if he was the cub, and his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

But Ling Yuan didn't care at all.After appeasing the master, he stood up, looking at the back of King Youming who was clutching his broken arm and running away in a hurry, his eyes turned cold instantly.

"Master, I'll go after him." Cut the weeds and roots.

Meng Yijue nodded.But just as Ling Yuan took two steps, Yue Qingzun raised his hand to stop him: "Young man, don't chase after him. Behind his thick fog is a lot of magic circles, once you step in, it's hard to get out. "

As one of the three masters, Yue Qingzun is second only to the head of Haoyue Sect in strength, and he specializes in all kinds of magic circles, so his advice is naturally reliable.Seeing Ling Yuan looking forward unwillingly, Meng Yijue tugged at his sleeves, asking him to follow His Holiness' advice.

Then Ling Yuan helped Meng Yijue get up, and quickly passed through the raging flames of war.

Meng Yijue saw from a distance that the head of Yunwangfeng on the other side had ended the battle. His powerful and flawless sword moves made the two beasts helpless. One spread its wings and the other plunged into the ground. Run away in a hurry.

The battle situation has been decided, Haoyuezong has won.

However, the two never stopped.

Immediately after the battle ended, they followed the bubble marks Ling Yuan had made before and began to track down Zhong Wei's whereabouts.

The two walked and searched.

The battlefield after the war was in a mess, and there were dust left by puppets scattered everywhere.

Meng Yijue looked around, feeling more and more anxious.He was very worried that in such a good situation, Zhong Wei's puppet would be smashed by other cultivators first.

Ling Yuan held his wrist reassuringly, "Master, Zhong Wei's breath is still there, he was not broken, and he should be around here!"

When the two were trying to find it, a figure suddenly appeared from a corner, swaying towards them.

They turned their heads at the same time, and Meng Yijue was shocked: "Zhong Wei?!"

That's right - the ghost puppet swaying over is none other than Zhong Wei himself!

He was covered in scars from spells all over his body. He had obviously suffered a lot of beatings, and his legs were almost limping.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Yijue felt uncomfortable.

Zhong Wei was only fifteen or sixteen years old when he died. He was innocent because of An Jinhua's selfish interests. I was hurt all over.

"Brother Yijue, it's me, I'm Zhong Wei..."

As soon as he saw Meng Yijue, Zhong Wei cried, dragging his injured leg and struggling to move towards Meng Yijue.

At this time, Zhong Wei was a puppet who had been hit by a spell after all, Shui Lingyuan didn't know whether the other party's mind was clear, and showed a vigilant face.

Meng Yijue patted the back of his hand lightly and walked forward.

The young man silently stood by his side, but his body facing Zhong Wei was still tense, like a leopard ready to go.

Zhong Wei saw Ling Yuan's vigilance, so he consciously stood still a few steps away from Meng Yijue, not approaching.

Silently looking at Meng Yijue with both eyes, Zhong Wei's throat twitched up and down, as if there were thousands of words held in his heart.But blurted out only a trembling sentence: "Brother Yijue, you...you are still alive!"

Meng Yijue had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Although he had envisioned the scene of Zhong Wei's "return" thousands of times in his mind, but at this moment, as he watched the innocent dead standing in front of his eyes, his heart was filled with endless sorrow, She opened her lips, not knowing what to say to Zhong Wei immediately.

But at this moment, only a loud shout: "Zhong Wei!"

A few people were stunned for a moment, and followed the prestige, only to see Zhong Heng rushing out of the position, shouting and agitated.

And behind him, followed by An Jinhua who looked terrified and guilty...

Seeing Zhong Heng, Zhong Wei was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears: "Brother——"

The next moment, when he saw An Jinhua who was cowering behind Zhong Wei, his expression froze immediately.

"An, An...!"

Zhong Heng fell into the great shock of reuniting with his deceased brother.Seeing Zhong Wei staring blankly behind him, he grabbed his brother's hand in confusion, "Zhong Wei, I'm my brother! Look at my brother..."

"elder brother……"

Zhong Wei took Zhong Heng's hand and burst into tears in an instant.

He cried out in a voice that could be heard by everyone on the battlefield: "Brother! An Jinhua...It was An Jinhua who killed me back then, and also caused Yijue brother to shatter the inner alchemy..."

At that moment, the noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet.It was so quiet that only Zhong Wei's painful cries pierced through people's eardrums.

Zhong Heng pressed his brother's shoulder, his voice trembling unconsciously: "You... what are you talking about? Zhong Wei, look at your brother, is what you said true?"

"Of course what I said is true! Brother..." Zhong Wei stretched out his hand and pointed at An Jinhua, crying, "It's him! Brother, when you were poisoned and sick, An Jinhua pulled me and Yijue together My brother said that he would go to the Demon Realm to find the antidote for you. Unexpectedly, when he arrived in the Demon Realm, he went to provoke the monsters himself, took the beast pills of the young beasts, and finally attracted a group of ferocious beasts..."

Almost everyone's eyes were on them, and the field was silent.

Zhong Wei's voice trembled, and he hated An Jinhua: "Brother Yijue blocked the beast king's attack for him, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground on the spot. Pushed into the herd of beasts, let the fierce beasts bite! I tried my best to recite Brother Yijue from the Demon Realm, he, he..."

Speaking of this, he almost cried blood, "An Jinhua, you bastard! He was afraid that we would expose his actions when we returned to the sect, so he stabbed me in the heart again while I was injured and unable to fight back!"

As he spoke, he tore open his front skirt, revealing the huge scar on his heart.

The wound was shaped like lightning, and it was very unique. It came from An Jinhua's saber!

Seeing the fatal wound with a special shape, the veins on Zhong Heng's forehead burst out and jumped.He suddenly turned his head to look at An Jinhua.

An Jinhua's face was pale, and he was so trembling that he could hardly stand up: "No, I didn't, it wasn't me..."

"I'm standing in front of you, do you still have the face to deny it!" Zhong Wei roared, "An Jinhua, you vicious snake and scorpion stabbed my heart with one knife, causing me to lose too much blood and die in the Demon Realm! But you didn't expect that, before I died, I fed the wound medicine to brother Yijue, and he didn't fulfill your wish after all, and he managed to survive!"

He was crying, "An Jinhua, why didn't you die! Why not you!"

All the people present gasped, and all kinds of eyes fell on An Jinhua in disbelief.

An Jinhua retreated step by step.

He never thought that one day Zhong Wei, who was killed by him, would "come alive" and come to confront him personally, and confess his crimes in front of everyone.

Now that the evidence is overwhelming, Zhong Wei's knife wound on his chest could only have been done by him alone. He was almost indisputable, and he just covered his head and screamed: "I didn't! Lie, he lied!"

Zhong Heng's complexion has been distorted to a terrifying degree, and his eyes are so red that they are about to bleed.

He strode forward, grabbed An Jinhua by the collar, dragged him over abruptly, and threw him in front of Zhong Wei.

An Jinhua hugged his head and closed his eyes. The sudden change had already driven him completely mad and out of control. He could only scream desperately.

Zhong Heng slapped him with a slap, distorted his face, gritted his teeth and growled word by word: "Look at his eyes, tell the truth!"

How dare An Jinhua look at Zhong Wei.In front of the person he killed with his own hands, his legs and feet were sore and trembling like chaff, and he almost fainted.He just shook his head with a whimper, and couldn't even get half a decent sentence out of his glib mouth, but he still refused to admit it to the death.

"With his current appearance, I'm afraid he can't say anything."

During the stalemate, Meng Yijue looked down at An Jinhua condescendingly, and opened his mouth coldly.

"Next, let me speak for him."