Is it a war palace?
"Zhan Wuji."
Hearing this extremely familiar title, the young man seemed to remember something in a trance...
That's right!
Luquan City, Zhan Family, Zhan Wuji!
Now, he has reached the second level of Qi Refining Stage.
At this time, the maid took a coat from the shelf, put it on Zhan Wuji, then took his arm and walked out.
As she walked out, she explained: "The head of the house invites you here this time for the day of the monthly announcement."
"A batch of 'Bone Refining Pills' were just delivered yesterday. According to the old man's instructions, the young master should be able to get a share of the pie."
Just as they were talking, the two of them arrived at the door. Zhan Wuji reached out and pushed open the half-closed door. Suddenly, everything in the room was imprinted in his eyes.
However, he did not see the quiet courtyard he imagined. Instead, he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Declaration of war, war glory, his stepmother, Zhan Tu, his boss, his shopkeeper, his neighbors, his guards, his men, his men, his men...
The entire Luquan City seemed to have been massacred!
Eyes full of unwillingness looked at Zhan Wuji. Anger, unwillingness, pain, powerlessness, and despair seemed to have turned into entities, hovering in the room and lingering for a long time.
Zhan Wuji was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and his face suddenly turned pale.
War mansion.
Luquan City.
This is the rhythm of massacre of cities and genocide!
Who did it?
Who did it?
A surge of overwhelming anger suddenly arose in Zhan Wuji's heart. The previous calmness and warmth were gone at this moment. The redness in his eyes seemed to be swallowing up his soul.
A surge of overwhelming resentment suddenly broke out!
"It's you!" As if in response to his doubts, a cold voice, filled with deep hatred, came into his ears.
Zhan Wuji turned his head and glanced at the maid next to him, and saw that the maid was still wearing the same clothes, but her delicate and beautiful face had turned into a pair of withered bones without any blood, her eyes were lifeless, and drops of blood were flowing out. Bright red tears.
"You are the culprit who destroyed the Zhan family!"
"You are the one who massacred the entire city!"
"Zhan Wuji!" shouted.
"People from the demon clan!"
"You did all this!"
The maid's words were like a bell, getting louder, louder, and sharper over and over again, like a sharp dagger, trying to pierce into the heart of Zhan Wujidao.
Zhan Wuji froze. He lowered his head subconsciously and looked at the Nine Soul Sword in his hand. He saw a trace of blood on the Nine Soul Sword, which was slowly flowing out from the Nine Soul Sword, like a stream, drop by drop. slipped from the Nine Soul Sword.
Under him, the ground that was hard and flat just now had turned into a sea of corpses and blood.
Thousands of corpses, layer upon layer, blood gushed out from the corpses, forming a small river, winding and winding.
Zhan Wuji sat high on a mountain made of corpses, looking down at the tens of thousands of dead creatures.
His eyes were blurry, and he suddenly felt a wave of regret welling up in his heart. Faintly, it seemed as if countless sins were filling his heart, making him extremely tired, annoyed, lost, and painful...
At this moment, Zhan Wuji felt that his cultivation had no meaning.
Throwing away the Nine Soul Sword and living in seclusion in the mountains, he used his own life to protect the city's mausoleum.
Just when he was thinking this, the huge corpse suddenly moved!
One after another, figures covered in wounds, wounds and blood dripping from the ground stood up from the ground and walked towards him step by step, "Zhan Wuji! We are all a family, why do you want to kill me?"
"Zhan Wuji, why are you here? We are both from the same village. I bought everything you got from hunting. Why do you want to kill me?"
"Zhan Wuji, why are you here? I have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill me?"
"Zhan Wuji, why are you here?" Zhan Wuji. "Zhan Wuji, stop right here!"
A series of extremely sharp voices sounded, and a series of eyes filled with hatred and anger surrounded Zhan Wuji from all directions.
But just when he was about to be overwhelmed by the ghosts, he suddenly raised the Nine Soul Sword and slashed it down with one strike!
boom!
The maid next to him was immediately split into two, and her corpses also turned into corpses in the pile of corpses under Zhan Wuji.
The sword continued to move forward, and wherever it passed, everyone, including the head of the Zhan family, Zhan Xuan, his father Zhan Rong, and everyone around him, were wiped out by this sword!
Blood splattered and broken limbs fell to the ground.
The mountain of corpses regained its calm.
The long-repressed anger in Zhan Wuji's heart seemed to be released at this moment.
Jiang Chen felt as if he had escaped from an invisible prison, and felt a sense of relief.
Everything around him changed rapidly, like ripples on the water.
Zhan Wuji was floating in the void, maintaining the same posture as before, and the thunderbolts were pouring down like a series of horse training.
The huge power of thunder and lightning completely engulfed his body.
All the power of thunder and calamity that came into contact with Zhan Wuji was absorbed by his body and could not cause any harm to him.
And at its feet, the previous valleys, waterfalls, lakes, trees... everything disappeared, replaced by a pitch-black abyss with flashes of thunder...
boom!
Biyun Peak.
In the huge cave, there is a wide hall.
Zhongkui Jingyi, Qiao Ciguang, Jiang Fengwu, and the demon cultivators gathered in groups of three or five in a circle. A gorgeous and dark ghost sedan floated in the air. The eight people carrying the ghost sedan had their hands lowered. , standing next to Qiao Ciguang, following closely behind.
The sedan was very quiet, as if there was no one inside.
Zhongkui Jingyi and Qiao Ciguang were both closing their eyes to rest, their spiritual energy surging in their bodies and their auras strong.
But Jiang Fengwu and other demon cultivators were restless and couldn't calm down at all. They wanted to say something, but in the end they held back and looked at the entrance of the cave.
At the entrance of the cave, there was a faint light shining at this time, and many large formations to hide the aura, isolate spiritual thoughts, and many protective measures were operating normally.
Outside, there were thunder and lightning, the earth trembled, and the terrible power of heaven filled the air, submerging the entire Qingyao Mountain. Even deep in the cave, one can feel a suffocating pressure that makes one's heart sink, as if he might die at any moment.
"Fourth Prince, Fairy Qiao, if it weren't for you, I would have died a long time ago, and I wouldn't be here today." At this moment, Jiang Fengwu suddenly spoke cautiously.
"I will keep this great kindness in my heart."
"It's just that it's been nearly ten days now. I wonder when the elders from the Liuhu Dynasty and Su Zhentian will arrive?"
