Jun Yunshang sat quietly for a while, then said slightly tiredly: "What time is it?"
"Your Majesty, it's almost midnight. It's almost time to go to court." The maid outside the door replied.
Jun Yunshang rubbed her forehead and said calmly: "I understand, come in and freshen up."
She stood up, and soon a palace maid came in to change her clothes and prepare toiletries.
She looked normal, after all, this had been repeated countless times for her.
A moment later, Jun Yunshang, wearing a special red dragon robe, stood in the palace and waved the palace maid to leave.
Logically speaking, she should go to Yanhuang Palace, but she had this rare dream today, which aroused some strange thoughts in her.
She disappeared from the palace in a flash and reappeared somewhere in the palace.
This was a huge palace. In front of her eyes was a ten-foot-tall black sword, locked by dense chains.
But waves of fierce sword intent still hit his face, as if he was imprisoning something fierce.
There are densely written words engraved on the sword, but I can't understand what they are.
Jun Yunshang stood in the air, looking at the black giant sword in front of her with a complicated expression, and gently stretched out her hand to press on the sword.
"What is your relationship with her? Why is your sword in her hand?"
"Ye Xuefeng, will you really come back and take it away? Or is this another empty promise?"
Thinking of the words I'll come back to find you a thousand years ago, she couldn't help but think of the boy she met seven years ago.
The thirteen-year-old boy named Jun Wuxie looked exactly like him.
If it weren't for her poor qualifications, she would have thought she was his descendant.
After all, with his talent, even the children born from a pig would probably have Tianling roots, right?
The boy is the son of the current Tianze Prince Jun Qingsheng, who is also the grandson of Jun Chengye.
Although Jun Yunshang was a little disgusted with his identity, for the sake of his face, he still spoke a few words of encouragement.
Of course she didn't know that these few words could change a young man's life, but so what?
Who made him look like the person in his heart?
Now seven years have passed, and I don’t know what Jun Wuxie looks like anymore.
Is it more similar, or is it completely different?
Jun Yunshang suddenly wanted to see that boy again, or in other words, she wanted to see him again.
Even if that person's appearance has been engraved deep into his soul, what he sees with his own eyes and what he thinks are different after all.
And she wanted to know if this was a coincidence, a calculation, or God's will?
Tian Xie, Wu Xie, is this really just a coincidence?
That mysterious but extremely effective motto made her dare not make a conclusion easily.
After all, he joked back then that if he was no longer the proud man with unparalleled talent, he would have to take more care of him.
He seemed to have expected all this.
Ye Xuefeng, could that young man named Jun Wuxie be you?
At this moment, the black giant sword shook violently, shaking her hand away, interrupting her contemplation.
A cut was made in her hand by the sharp sword energy, and a drop of golden blood appeared.
This sword is becoming more and more fierce, and it is completely different from the peaceful look in my arms back then.
Jun Yunshang pursed her lips and said coldly: "He is just as hateful as your master, and he likes to turn his back on others!"
She raised her hand lightly and used the drop of blood to write words in mid-air.
Those golden words turned into streams of light and fell on the black giant sword, suppressing it.
Jun Yunshang didn't look much, turned and left, leaving only the black giant sword in place.
On the other side, Lin Fengmian slowly woke up from the darkness, opened his eyes and looked at the familiar secret room in front of him.
He subconsciously felt that the Heavenly Evil Supreme was coming to find him, but then he thought about it.
If that guy could really recognize his own aura, he would probably be dead long ago.
Lin Fengmian calmed down, but was shocked to find that there were another frightening talisman around him.
What happened again?
Why do I have so many frightening charms every time I open my eyes?
He came to the door and picked up the jade slip with the message. It was Shangguan Yuqiong who asked him to leave the customs as soon as possible and find her immediately.
Lin Fengmian couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. It's over. Isn't this because he wants to check the progress of his Twelve Divine Evil Art?
Although he had studied the technique, he had not practiced it at all.
That bitch knew that it didn't matter if she broke the dog's leg, but she was afraid of breaking the third leg.
Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian planned to sharpen his gun before the battle, and first practice to explain to Shangguan Yuqiong.
He took out the Twelve Divine Evil True Techniques, stopped the Evil Emperor Technique, and performed the exercises according to the above trajectory.
Although he practices this method, he does not intend to give up the Evil Emperor Technique he has practiced, but plans to practice the two techniques together.
After fighting against the Heavenly Evil Supreme, the Twelve Divine Evil True Art's attraction to him was instantly greatly reduced.
Although he had only fought against the Supreme Lord Tiansha twice, it seemed that something was wrong with his state.
He wasn't sure if it was a skill problem or something else, but it also set off alarm bells in his heart.
In his opinion, the Twelve Divine Evil True Techniques and the Evil Emperor Technique are both demonic techniques, and logically speaking, the conflict between the two should not be serious.
Unless there are weird techniques like the Hehuan Sect's Lingering Technique, all the magic techniques are universal and parallel.
When Lin Fengmian ran the Twelve Divine Evil True Art, he found that the essence refined by the Evil Emperor's Art was transformed into the Blood Evil True Qi of the Twelve Divine Evil True Art without any hindrance.
This shocked Lin Fengmian. Isn't this impossible to transform?
He quickly re-operated the Evil Emperor Art and found that the blood evil energy was transformed back into the true essence of the Evil Emperor Art without any hindrance.
Thinking of this, he followed the trajectory of the Qionghua Sword Art and found that the Evil Emperor Art was also converted into Qionghua's true energy without any hindrance.
And when he actually took action, his power was not reduced at all, and even possessed the characteristics of Qionghua True Yuan.
It feels like the Evil Emperor Art disguises itself as other true energy and possesses the other's divine power.
Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. He didn't expect Evil Emperor Jue to have this ability, so he didn't have to think hard about how to get through.
Thinking about it carefully, the abilities this Evil Emperor Technique gave him along the way seemed to be auxiliary abilities such as disguise, plunder, and escape.
And it also matched surprisingly well with Luo Xue's Qionghua Sword Art. I was still wondering, who knew that the Evil Emperor Art could actually embrace all rivers.
Without wasting any more time, he converted the true energy in his body into the twelve divine evil spirits and walked outside.
Lin Fengmian opened the door and saw that it was still dark outside, but it had just fallen into the night.
At this moment, the moon and stars are sparse, and the cool breeze blows, bringing a chill.
Seeing Shangguan Yuqiong's urgent tone, Lin Fengmian didn't care that it was already night and flew to Hehuan Hall in a hurry.
As for whether it will disturb Shangguan Yuqiong's favored man, it is none of his business.
Lin Fengmian followed him to the main peak, and was taken to the Hehuan Hall after being passed on.
After a while, he saw Shangguan Yu, who was as cold as ice and seemed to be in an extremely bad mood, and couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
Is the promised sect master uncertain about mood or anger?
Why do all I see all the time is anger, anger, anger?
Is it okay if I really disturb her from having fun with a man?
