Huamo

Man.

"I didn't expect you to be able to sit still." Lian Heng sneered, with his hands behind his back, he walked in leisurely.

"The generation of ants dare to speak rudely to me." Jin Ting hooked the corner of his mouth, and tapped the handle of the dragon chair lightly with his fingertips.

"Zhen?" Lian Heng raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's not anymore."

"Nangonghe." Jin Ting stared at Lian Heng like a wolf, then slowly shifted his gaze to the silent Yunli, and chuckled playfully, "Nangong Xiao?"

Lian Heng stood in front of Yun Li, shielding Jin Ting's razor-like gaze for him, and said with a light smile, "You should pay back what you owe the Nangong family."

"That depends on whether you, Nangonghe, have the ability."

"Uncle Mo protect Huaiyang!"

As soon as the words fell, two thick inner forces, one black and one white, collided instantly, and the flow of inner force spread in all directions like a raging flood, crushing the furnishings of Qinzheng Hall into powder.

"Bang bang—"

Lian Heng nimbly turned over to avoid the air current, and quickly fought against Jin Ting amidst the flying dust. He opened his palm, and a miraculous stream of golden light flowed out continuously from his palm, and hundreds of golden lights gathered in an instant whole body.

"Onmyoji, I really want to see it." Jin Ting sneered, and turned into a long red whip to wrap around Lian Heng.

"The Nangong family's feud will be settled with you tonight." Lian Heng's eyes turned hard, and the golden light transformed into two golden and gorgeous feathered golden phoenixes. Hit a fight.

"Boom--"

Rubble kept falling from the top of Qinzheng Hall, and the entire palace was crumbling from the impact inside.

"Uncle Mo, take Huaiyang out!" Lian Heng frowned and roared.

It was too late and then too soon, after Lian Heng explained, he fought with Jin Ting and flew away from Qinzheng Palace, and the fiery battle situation, which was evenly matched, was transferred to the spacious place outside.

"Today I will send you to hell!" Jin Ting fiercely attacked Lian Heng like a wolf.

"To each other, to each other." Lian Heng smiled strangely, and his palms gathered energy into blades.

With one sword out, ten thousand swords are silent, the ninth level of Onmyoji.

The air blade in Lian Heng's hand kept fissioning, from one to ten thousand, and surrounded Jin Ting from all directions, without giving Jin Ting a chance to think.

"boom--"

"what--"

The heart-piercing sound broke through the sky.

The air blade flew straight to the Yinggong who suddenly rushed out, spiraling around the man from head to feet, and thousands of phantom swords sank into Yinggong's body one by one, like a feeling of lingering.

"Eagle Palace!"

"Your Majesty, let's go—"

Ying Gong yelled hysterically at Jin Ting, but with just one sound, Wan Jian pierced his heart and disintegrated in mid-air.

"Chasing." Lian Heng said coldly, hugged Yun Li and rushed out of the palace after Jin Ting.

In the dark night, even the blood is pitch black.

【Bianling·Southern Suburbs】

The fall of the dynasty once again shocked every corner of Bianling. Li Jinsha and Gongsun Lu arrived in Bianling a few days ago and witnessed the change of the throne.The city was in turmoil, and they quietly went to a relatively secluded place in the southern suburbs to avoid the chaos for the time being. They were about to join Lian Heng in the barracks, when an old tree suddenly appeared in Li Jinsha's sight, abruptly and as if destined.

Li Jinsha paused, staring fixedly at the ancient tree, its branches bent like an old man over seventy years old, and beside the tree stood a rotten tree, like the old man's crutch—— This tree, which seems to have faded into memory for more than 20 years, suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and the voice of Dena seemed to start to echo.

[Old Tree, southwest of Bian Ling, did you find the wrong place? ]

[No, what good goods did you bring this time, let our family have a look. ]

[For this child, his parents are long gone. ]

[Yo, it's rare that you brought such a beautiful doll, it's a pity to be eunuch... Yo, what's your name?Why do you keep hiding behind that old rotten tree?come out! ]

[Where is his name?This little devil doesn't like to talk, Mr. Bao Zhun, you are satisfied... Hiss, he still bites? ! ]

[Hey, don't hit you, this skin looks like it will serve the Lord Long Live in the future, so it can't be destroyed, our family still has to count on a little one for the elderly...]

"Old wood... the southwest of Bian Ling..."

"What?" Gongsun Lu stopped strangely and asked.

But seeing Li Jinsha's eyes seemed to have a strange emotion, like a flame, and like an overwhelming wave, it seemed to sweep away the soul of the whole person.

"What's the matter?" Gongsun Lu held his hand after listening, and said softly.

Li Jinsha looked at the ancient trees in the southern suburbs, and something seemed to float in his eyes, like flames, and overwhelming waves.

Gongsun Lu faintly felt that something was wrong, so he hugged him tightly; "What's wrong with you, dead ladyboy?"

Li Jinsha still stared at the place not far away, and murmured: "That... old tree..."

Looking in his direction, Gongsun Lu also saw the rotten wood, the rotten wood that shouldn't exist here - he played in the suburbs of Bianling since he was a child, but he had never seen it, not once.Therefore, the moment his eyes touched, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

It's an illusion!

But Li Jinsha seemed to have lost his soul, his body trembled slightly, he couldn't hear what Gongsun Lu was saying, and only heard the voices that should have been blurred but became clearer in his mind.

[...Don't hit, don't hit, there is someone on top of this child, and he can't move, tsk tsk. ]

[Yo, who is it? ]

[Come here, come closer and talk. ]

So many years have passed, and now he suddenly remembered the expression and mouth shape of the trafficker when he was speaking in the ear of the old eunuch, his lips moved forward, then he paused, and unfolded, there were three words.

Sumuxi.

Dingling, with a piece of silver, he became a palace man.

A few years later, the rotten wood was really rotten, but now it has reappeared.

"Sumuxi...Sumuxi!!!"

Li Jinsha suddenly roared, his eyes still fixed on the rotten tree with hatred and fear.

He seemed to see the human traffickers and old eunuchs next to the rotten log, and himself who was tied and shivering behind the tree.The picture suddenly became distorted, and he seemed to be able to see himself at that time—the self who was sandwiched between two adults, dragged on the carriage going to the palace, ragged and dusty, and kept crying.

[Let go of me—let go! ! ]

[I don't go—don't go there! ! ]

That's right, they have already entered the realm, a virtual realm that they would never expect to appear here anyway.

"Come out...you come out..." Li Jinsha broke away from Gongsunlu violently, drew out his long whip, and ran towards the ancient tree in three steps at a time, raising his hand to chop the rotten wood into pieces.

"return!!"

Gongsun Lu immediately chased after him, grabbed his arm and pulled it back suddenly: "This is the illusion under the Sumu River, don't you see it?!"

Li Jinsha turned his gaze back stiffly, looked at him, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes: "I can't help it... I can't help it... Even if it's an illusion, I want to destroy all those things... "

"Don't cry...don't cry." Gongsun Lu grabbed his hand and pulled it back, slightly curling up the corners of his mouth, as if his smiling smile could almost melt all the ice.

"But I can't take it... I can't take it..." Li Jinsha cried vaguely—he was struggling hard to get out of the opponent's arms: "Let me destroy it...Gongsun Lu begs you to let me destroy it !!"

That was obviously a trap, how could Gongsun Lu let him go, he could only hold him hard, and tried his best not to let him approach the rotten tree.But Li Jinsha struggled desperately to break free, and swung his long whip towards the rotten wood. Thousands of silver threads sprang out like spider webs.

At this time, the white light gradually appeared, and the man in white clothes like a fairy could be clearly distinguished, as if he was pacing out of the deep haze of Jinyue Island, like a ghost temple appearing in the dense forest in the south of Lingnan.Those eyes were like poisonous snakes spinning silk, as if they could smash the already fragile hearts into pieces, but the corners of the mouth had a hypocritical smile that seemed to save all sentient beings.

The mask was removed, revealing the half-baked face, the former head of the Kongyan Sect.

"It turned out that the son of Lu of the former dynasty was still alive, which really surprised and delighted me." Su Muxi laughed.

Gongsun Lu sneered: "You are not in Lingnan right now, what are you doing in Bianling?"

"What are you here for?" Su Muxi's smile darkened a layer of halo, and the haze shrouded his elegant face, with a sinister and vicious look in his eyes: "Of course it is to see the fall of Dayi, the fall of the emperor, and the tragic death of my wife." Vengeance!"

Not quite understanding what he said, Gongsun Lu just frowned slightly.

Su Muxi's smile deepened, and with a flick of his sleeve, he dispelled the mist covering the illusion: "Bian Ling has been captured, and now there is nothing left of Dayi!"

This is an early morning after the destruction of a dynasty, the sun is still rising in the east, the moon is still setting in the west, and the world is still as picturesque as before. Waiting for another prosperous and prosperous age, Wen Huangwu Lie after these hundreds of years.

Su Muxi suddenly burst out laughing, and turned his head to look at Li Jinsha who was bound in the illusion net: "Did you see? The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. After Dahua, it seems that Jin Ting is just an incompetent people!"

Li Jinsha looked at him and said with a smile, "What do you tell me about him?"

"Why?" Su Muxi's face twisted, and his smile deepened: "Because he is your father, Jin Ziyi."

"Thanks to you," Li Jinsha spoke calmly, hiding his turbulent hatred: "This father is dispensable."

"You are dispensable, but it doesn't mean Jinting is dispensable."

Su Muxi's tone became stern, and his eyes were venomous, he turned to the south of the Bian Tomb, looked at the top of the wall of the Bian Tomb with confidence, and heard the wind blowing, there was a faint sound of fighting.

He suddenly flew forward, erected a barrier between Gongsun Lu and Li Jinsha, and then stood between the two of them, looking at the wall with a smile: "It's been more than 20 years, it's time to settle it."