"I'm here."
A breeze blew past Yiyun, and Baiyao dressed in white appeared next to him.
The two of them stood on a low hill. The battlefield ahead was like a dark purgatory, with blood, mud and broken flesh everywhere.
The unilateral massacre of the barbarians seemed to have nothing to do with Yi Yun. His expression was calm, and there was even a smile in the corner of his eyes.
He looked at the sparrows coming from a distance and said with a smile:
"Looks a lot like you."
Baiyao folded his sleeves with his hands, nodded and said:
"It's my ancestor."
He looked around and asked:
"Where is your grandson?"
Faced with a certain death situation, Yi Yun burst out laughing, laughing until he coughed and his chest kept rising and falling.
After a while, he took a deep breath and said softly:
"You're late, Yi Yan is gone."
Baiyao looked calm and said:
"I will send people to the wilderness to find him and reunite your grandfather and grandson."
Yi Yun turned to look at him and said mockingly:
"You think you are the only ones who have ancestors? Yi Yan was taken away by our ancestors."
"Oh?" Baiyao became interested and asked with a smile: "Jiuli's ancestor? Which great witch is he?"
Yi Yun did not answer, but looked southward, with memories from many years ago flooding into his mind.
It was a rainy day, and he led the barbarian soldiers to fight to the death with the Yin Shang army led by Ziyao in the wilderness.
Before the war started, Ziyao pushed his wife and daughter out and skinned them alive in front of hundreds of thousands of people.
"Dad...it hurts..."
"Yi Yun! Bastard! Please save your daughter!"
"Father! Please! Let the child attack!"
…
In the past few decades, Yi Yun has never left that battlefield. His daughter's eyes are gradually dimming, his wife's anger before she died, and his son kneeling beside him begging...
I can't forget this scene, and I don't dare to forget it.
After a long time, he sighed:
"It's a pity that I never have the chance to kill you with my own hands in this life."
Baiyao looked at his expression and couldn't help but sneered:
"Isn't it your ambition that brought you to this point?"
He glanced at the barbarian soldiers around him who were holding knives but did not dare to step forward, and said lightly:
"Because of you, they all have to die here."
"Not only that, I will also send troops to conquer the barbaric wilderness and completely annihilate the barbarians."
Yi Yun smiled nonchalantly and said:
"As long as Yi Yan is here, Jiuli will not perish. In the future, Yin Shang will definitely be destroyed by my hands, Jiuli."
Ziqiao was about to kill him. He looked at Baiyao and said softly:
"I used to think that you and I were the same person, but later I realized that I am not as good as you at all. You are a cold poisonous snake without any human emotions. In order to achieve your goal, you can sacrifice anyone, even yourself. .”
The old Yi Yun's pupils were cloudy and his energy was rapidly declining. Finally he asked:
"Ziyao, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Baiyao's eyebrows were lowered, and he was about to turn into the wind and disperse, and said calmly:
"Remember, you used witchcraft to replace your bloodline with royal bloodline, and sneaked into Chaoge to hide it from everyone. At that time, I wanted to choose you as the next Great Zhu."
Before he disappeared, he took a deep look at Yi Yun.
Even now, the blood of this wild fortune teller flows in his body from the royal family of Yin and Shang.
"I have always dreamed of conquering the Central Plains, so let this be your burial place."
Baiyao's voice echoed in Yiyun's ears.
He will not leave Yi Yun as a sacrifice for the national sacrifice. Witchcraft is mysterious and unpredictable, the product of the combination of human and witchcraft. If Yi Yun gets into trouble at the national sacrifice, the gain will outweigh the loss.
The next moment, an evil dragon composed of evil spirits roared out and smashed Yi Yun into pieces of flesh all over the sky.
A strange scene happened.
As soon as Yi Yun died, the battlefield fell silent. In an instant, all the barbarians who were still alive loosened their weapons as if they had lost their souls.
Then, they began to melt silently, and the earth instantly turned into a sea of flesh and blood.
Standing high in the sky, Baiyao and the other three saw twisted dark green spells lighting up the battlefield one after another.
The spell absorbs flesh and blood, almost congealing into substance.
Kong Xuan frowned, his body tensed and said:
"It's a curse specifically targeted at practitioners. I seem to have felt a similar aura during the Lich War."
Suddenly, all the spells rushed up to the sky and merged into a penetrating green wooden spear, exuding a terrifying curse breath.
Baiyao said calmly:
"Don't worry, I can offset the curse with national luck."
This is a curse that Yi Yun sacrificed with his own blood and the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.
Baiyao knew from the beginning that he would not be able to capture him alive, and the spell might have been planted long ago, just waiting to be condensed into a curse today.
At this time, the wooden spear moved.
In the puzzled eyes of the three people, they rushed into the sky and headed towards the west.
Obviously, Yi Yun knew that the curse could not harm Baiyao. The confrontation between witchcraft and national destiny had made him understand the gap between the two, so he wanted to make the bald man who could not be contacted pay a small price.
…
Outside Biyou Palace.
"Disciple Zhao Gongming asks to see Master!"
Zhao Gongming, who had just received the money from the treasure, knelt outside the door happily.
What made him happy was not that he had obtained a new magic weapon, but that he had changed his future and saved the Dinghai Divine Pearl.
Although the effectiveness of Luobao Money is outrageous, it also has shortcomings that cannot be ignored.
It is true that it can erase the soul mark on the enemy's magic weapon, but it is ineffective on weapons and has no attack or defense effects.
When fighting, if you cannot tell whether the enemy is offering a magic weapon or a weapon, the consequences of using it blindly will be disastrous.
Tongtian appeared in front of Zhao Gongming and said with a smile:
"I'm so happy to have a new baby, let me show it to my teacher."
"Master is really good at predicting things. This thing is called Luobao Money." Zhao Gongming respectfully took out a piece of money with a round square hole, with wings on the left and right sides, and held it above his head with both hands.
Tongtian looked at it and said:
"It's a bit useless. Put it away. You must use it with caution in the future."
Zhao Gongming smiled and took back the money and stood up.
At this time, a visitor came to Penglai.
A man came from the horizon, his beard and hair were all black, he looked like an immortal, and he was full of magnanimity.
He fell in front of Tongtian and kowtowed respectfully:
"Disciple Xuandu, pay your respects to Third Master Uncle."
Surprise flashed in Tongtian's eyes, but he also personally held Xuandu's arm.
"Master Nephew, please get up."
Xuandu slapped Zhao Gongming again and said with a smile on his face:
"Long time no see, junior brother."
How could Zhao Gongming dare to neglect the Xuanmen senior brother in front of him? This was the only disciple of his uncle. His cultivation was unfathomable. He hurriedly returned the greeting:
"I've met senior brother."
Tongtian's eyes flashed with confusion and he asked:
"What important business does my nephew come to my Biyou Palace?"
A jade slip appeared in Xuandu's hand, he bowed slightly and handed it to Tongtian, and replied:
"Disciple, following Master's decree, came to deliver a message to Master Uncle."
Brother's letter?
Tongtian took the jade slip and found that there were traces of the escape of yin and yang on it.
It shows that the jade slip was indeed made by the elder brother.
Tongtian immediately probed into his spiritual consciousness, passed through the magic circles, and finally saw six large characters suspended in the hazy mist:
【Never bring religion into trouble】
Tongtian looked at it and frowned. What on earth does brother mean?
Why do you never speak clearly?
"Third Senior Uncle, this disciple still needs to send a message to Second Senior Uncle, so I will leave first."
Xuan Du had a smile on his face, and there seemed to be deep meaning in his words.
Tongtian pondered for a moment and asked:
"Where is your master? What else did he tell you?"
Xuandu's smile did not change and he said:
"Master is in the Immortal Volcano. He just asked his disciples to deliver the message and didn't say anything else."
Tongtian nodded and said softly:
"Master nephew, walk slowly."
After Xuandu left, Zhao Gongming said:
"Master, the strange gods in the world have been eliminated, and our Jiejiao can join the list."
Tongtian put away the jade slips and began to meditate.
Among the saints, he has no fear of anyone in terms of killing power.
But when it comes to cultivation and understanding of Tao, I am afraid that only Tao Ancestor knows how far his brother has reached.
Tongtian's eyes darkened. He was not one to go back on his word. Others had shown sincerity. He couldn't pretend not to see it.
But the catastrophe is complicated and confusing, so I have to take my brother's words to heart and ask in person.
"You wait for a while in Penglai."
After Tongtian finished speaking, he went to the immortal volcano.
