A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

I don't know what kind of secret technique is in the palace of the princess. Just within a cup of tea when the accident happened, the whole palace was surrounded by mercenary soldiers with hideous faces.

Cheng Weiwan warned in a low voice: "Jue first, be careful of her singing."

Meng Xianjue had already noticed it, and he didn't react too much. He only imprisoned the princess, and the sharp blade drew a line of blood on her snow-white and delicate neck. Even so, the prince remained expressionless.

Merman soldiers wanted to attack Meng Xianjue one after another, but Cheng Rui lowered his gaze and raised his hand to stop them.

"All stop."

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes and said to Meng Xianjue, "Ask me about the ceremony."

Meng Xianjue glanced up coldly, and suddenly, as if a wave of air scattered in the air, he ruthlessly pulled the princess back, causing the thin skin that was about to heal to be torn apart again. His eyes were deep: "What exactly is the festival?"

The princess's expression remained indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth: "Even if you know about the ceremony, so what?"

Cheng Weiwan had a flash of inspiration, as if he had found the key, his eyes froze, and he said, "I have to tell her, even if there are Venerable Kaiyuan and Shichuan Lingshi, their ceremony will not be held smoothly at all."

Meng Xianjue slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, clung to the princess's ear, and said in a very low voice: "Even if you hold the ceremony smoothly, Tianlu's spiritual energy will not give you half a wisp of the mermaid, and the demise of the mermaid It's destiny."

His voice was so low that only the princess and himself could hear it, and even Cheng Weiwan couldn't hear it clearly.

As soon as Meng Xianjue finished speaking, his expression was cold at first, but the face of the princess who was indifferent to everything suddenly changed drastically.

Sensing the involuntary tension of the queen's back, Meng Xianjue's smile deepened, and the meaning was even more unclear: "If you don't open up Venerable Yuan's idea, the mermaid race may survive for a few more years."

The princess was poked at the sore spot, and at this moment, the spiritual power in her body fluctuated violently, and a beautiful face began to shatter like a spider's web, exposing the twisted and ugly face underneath.

She seemed to want to struggle hard, and the mermen around them raised their weapons one after another when they saw this, but Meng Xianjue suddenly restrained her with his arms, layers of spiritual power wrapped around her fish tail, and the short dagger had already cut into the skin of the princess.

"Don't move!" Meng Xianjue's voice was icy cold.

Cheng Rui's heart trembled fiercely. Even though he knew that Meng Xianjue was threatening him, but at that brief moment just now, when he and Meng Xianjue met their eyes, he had no doubt that Meng Xianjue would be ruthless and give the princess's head to him. Cut it straight off.

"Put it all down!"

There are still some sharks holding their weapons stubbornly, looking for an opportunity to rescue the princess.

The princess seemed to have known her fate, she closed her eyes slightly, raised a hand, and said in a tired, even old voice, "Back off."

The bright red blood has spread to the surrounding sea water, and this bloody smell is really uncomfortable.

Cheng Rui finally couldn't hold back anymore, the sound wave suddenly spread, and he stared straight at the princess: "Back off!"

The merman soldiers lost all the arrogance they had at the beginning, and immediately shrank their necks and exited the palace.

Seeing that there was no room for redemption in the current scene, the princess finally lowered her head, still expressionless, but everyone present could feel that the princess' mood had reached the extreme low.

Meng Xianjue raised his head slightly, his eyelids half-closed, as if at a provocative angle: "Now it's time to tell me what the festival is."

Cheng Rui's gaze subconsciously looked at Wang Nu, who nodded slightly.

He closed his eyes, as if he had given up on something, and said heavily: "The festival is the most important day in our mermaid clan. It happens once in a hundred years, and it is similar to the sacrifices in the world. Unlike their prayers for good weather, we pray for spiritual blessings." Powerful."

Having said this, Meng Xianjue and Cheng Weiwan both understood.

The so-called ceremony is nothing but a deception of the entire Merman clan by the Merman royal family in order to stabilize their dominance.In ancient times, the mermaid people used the festival as an excuse to absorb the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth, creating the illusion that the spiritual power on the seabed was abundant due to the existence of the festival.However, due to Tianlu's lack of spiritual energy day by day, they could no longer absorb enough spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth to continue the survival of the mermaids, so they had to use a stealthy method to ambush in this sea area, specially sneaking in and carrying spirit stones The ship uses the spiritual power stored in the spirit stone to support the operation of the entire merman race.

It also made these mermen feel that under the rule of the merman royal family, the merman family is becoming stronger and stronger.

Up to now, the mermaid royal family's evil has been born out of courage, and they have hit the head of Venerable Kaiyuan.

Meng Xianjue looked at him: "You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will ruin your ceremony?"

Cheng Rui looked at him deeply: "The ceremony has entered the preparatory stage, and it will officially start soon. Even if I tell you, it will not have any impact on whether the ceremony will proceed or not."

"I just hope you will keep your promise, and protect the princess..." Neither Cheng Weiwan nor Meng Xianjue listened to Cheng Rui's words...

Cheng Weiwan closed his eyes and focused his attention on sensing the fluctuations in the spiritual flow in all directions. He keenly noticed that there was an abnormal fluctuation in the spiritual flow. He opened his eyes suddenly and said, "Xiaojue, ten miles away from here, to the north, the festival is at Then, stop them quickly, or Venerable Kaiyuan will have no bones left."

Meng Xianjue hesitated a little: "Senior, then this princess of the Merman Race..."

"Never mind, go quickly."

Meng Xianjue lowered his gaze, his dagger was pressed tightly against the princess's neck, his eyes were like a hunting beast: "When did I make an agreement with you?"

Hearing Meng Xianjue's words, Cheng Rui arched his back unconsciously. He felt that Meng Xianjue was a dangerous person, and his cells from head to toe were clamoring to remind him that he should be on guard against this person wholeheartedly.

What's even more frightening is that his intuition is the intuition of life and death accumulated in countless times of life and death on the battlefield, and in the crisis of many times of near death.

A wave of anger rose out of nowhere in Cheng Rui's heart, causing the veins on his forehead to throb, but he couldn't vent his anger, and felt that the young man in front of him had an aura that made him feel timid.

It has nothing to do with age, nothing to do with cultivation, it's a fear born from the bottom of my heart.

At the moment when Cheng Rui started to be wary of Meng Xianjue, Meng Xianjue suddenly pushed the princess away, the tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, Cheng Rui hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the princess, and the sharks around were also confused , only some clear-headed desires to pursue Meng Xianjue.

But Meng Xianjue moved even faster, and he immediately released a ball of black spiritual power. This ball of spiritual power is similar to the effect of a bomb, and it explodes when it hits the ground, disturbing the entire bedroom. What's more terrifying is that the spiritual power has The power of corrosion, some sharks accidentally touched this spiritual power, and it turned into a puddle of blood in an instant.

Cheng Rui hugged the princess tightly, and a huge cluster of spiritual power burst out from his palm, blowing away the dark spiritual energy in an instant.

But after the aura was blown away, the bedroom had become dilapidated beyond recognition, the mermaids were all here, but Meng Xianjue had disappeared.

Cheng Rui frowned, and said angrily, "Chase!"

The princess stopped him wearily.

Cheng Rui lowered his head, trying to hear what the princess was talking about.

The princess just shook her head, her eyes full of despair: "Cheng Rui, it's too late, this is the end of the mermaid race."

Meng Xianjue rushed to the north at the fastest speed.

In the short process of rushing, a terrible conjecture gradually took shape in Cheng Weiwan's mind.

The so-called festival is not...

At this moment, Meng Xianjue had arrived at the ceremony.

No matter how much Ren Cheng Weiwan guessed in his head, no matter how he planned for the worst, he could not accurately predict this Shura scene.

It sounds like a festival, but it is really a mass grave.

The living and the dead, as long as they have spiritual power, are piled together to form a mountain of people. What is even more frightening is that on top of this mountain of people, there is a magic circle pressed down. The spiritual power is continuously extracted, and then transmitted to a specific device, which will specifically transmit the compressed and extracted spiritual power to the shark's body.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stench blowing in the face.

Some people are not dead yet, the instinct of the body has exceeded his will, and he is climbing up with difficulty, his hands and feet are wriggling, like ugly bugs.

Cheng Weiwan had a splitting headache at that moment: "Where is Venerable Kaiyuan?"

All these plots are different from what he remembers, what's going on, his memory is blurred, and this plot direction is here to add to his confusion!

Meng Xianjue also seemed to be stunned. He stood on the spot, tilted his head slightly, his expression was a little stagnant, and his voice was heavy: "Senior, Venerable Kaiyuan is at the top."

Cheng Weiwan also raised his gaze, and saw a sitting person at a glance.

Venerable Kaiyuan is indeed good.

But this man's skin was wrinkled like dry bark, and a large amount of spiritual energy was overflowing from the top of his head, which was absorbed by the magic circle directly above, rolled up and carried the scattered spiritual energy below, and merged into the "Tianhe" together .

It is completely different from the scenery of Venerable Kaiyuan during his lifetime.

Cheng Weiwan was a little dazed: "Jian Xinzong, I'm afraid it will be over this time."

The top cultivator is an important symbol to judge whether a sect is strong or not. Jianxinzong is originally a weaker sect in Tianlu Jianzong, lagging behind Tianmen, Qingyue Lake and Changyang Mountain, and there is only Kaiyuan Venerable in the entire sect He could be regarded as a top cultivator, but Venerable Kaiyuan fell under the sea. I am afraid that the gap between the four schools of Jianxinzong and Tianlu Jianzong is getting farther and farther.

It's no wonder that this time, the Sword Heart Sect wanted to find the whereabouts of Venerable Kaiyuan with all their strength, and even the entrustment went to Tianmen.

Unfortunately, the result is doomed to disappoint them.

Venerable Kaiyuan is dead, and all the spiritual power in his body has been squeezed out. If they come later, Venerable Kaiyuan will be weathered and corroded in the endless deep sea.

Cheng Weiwan called softly: "Xianjue?"

Meng Xianjue suddenly came back to his senses, but suddenly seemed to be haunted by something, and he no longer had the wisdom and calmness he had when facing Cheng Rui.

He stepped in a panic and accidentally stepped on the mechanism.

In an instant, the frenzied flames were like tongues of flames from hell, wrapping Meng Xianjue firmly in it.

Meng Xianjue quickly regained his senses. After realizing what disaster he had caused, he calmly dealt with it. He quickly called out the black staff and directed the flames in other directions. However, the flames were fierce and unusual, and it was impossible to extinguish them with conventional methods. .

Cheng Weiwan also wanted to contribute, but Huo Huo seemed to be able to sense his presence and dodged his attack precisely.

It's just that during the struggle between Meng Xianjue and the flame, a few sparks accidentally fell on the mountain of corpses.

In an instant, the blazing flames burned violently, and the dry firewood ignited instantly, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten meat and the breath of death.

Cheng Weiwan looked back in a daze, the red light from the flames fell on his cheeks.

Venerable Kaiyuan, this time, there is no way to save him.

The plot also completely collapsed.