"If I say that I am Princess Aixian, do you believe it or not?"
There was a hint of teasing and a hint of resentment in Jia Nianxi's voice.
"How is that possible! Didn't Sima Nuyan..." when she was eight years old?
When Ling Muyun heard this, his voice rose half a degree.
First, Jia Nanfeng, who had been dead for decades, appeared in front of her half-dead. Now, her daughter who died young said that she was Princess Aixian.
His brain was running wildly, and Ling Muyun carefully searched for memories.
The imperial daughter of Ai Xian, named Sima Nuyan, was the youngest daughter of Jia Nanfeng. She was able to write and recite poetry at the age of eight, and she stayed on her sick bed for a long time.
Because of his handsome appearance, he was deeply loved by Jia Nanfeng.
After her death, she was given a special posthumous title and buried as an eldest princess.
Later, during the Eight Kings Rebellion, the tomb of the mourning princess Sima Nuyan was dug up by the rebels.
Every word of this is clearly written in the history books. If the person in front of me is Sima Nuyan, who will die? Whose grave is it that the rebels are digging?
"Believe it or not!"
The woman turned away faster than flipping through a book. One second she was still studying her identity, and the next second, five lines of black energy came out of her body.
They condensed into giant pythons, with their mouths wide open, entangled with each other in the air.
"This is..." Ling Muyun couldn't recover from Jia Nianxi's identity for a while.
The corpse-driving technique in Xiangxi is a living person driving a dead corpse. If Jia Nianxi hadn't lied, it would be a dead corpse driving a dead corpse now!
"Dead, I will tell you slowly!" Jia Nianxi sneered: "Go!"
The giant python rushed towards Ling Muyun with billowing black smoke.
Ling Muyun's plan was discovered and he hurriedly used Palm Thunder.
The thunder from the palm of his hand hit the python's head, but it only slightly slowed down its attack speed.
But this is enough. Ling Muyun's real intention is still the Five Thunder Order: bathing in thunder.
"Mother, I leave it to you!" After Jia Nianxi said, Jia Nanfeng's throat grumbled, and then his mouth opened wider and wider, finally covering almost his entire face.
Wind blows.
I saw black energy coming out of Dingbei City.
The big mouth seemed to swallow everything, and all the black energy flowed into Jia Nanfeng's mouth along with the strong wind, as if being summoned.
When the last black energy entered, Jia Nanfeng gritted his teeth.
Even though Ling Muyun was still fighting the five giant pythons, he could still vaguely hear the sounds of countless people struggling and shouting in Jiananfeng's belly.
"Blocking out the sky and the sun!"
Before Ling Muyun could think about it, Jia Nianxi hit Jia Nanfeng on the back. Jia Nanfeng's closed mouth opened again, and all the black air he had just swallowed was sprayed into the sky.
For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the stars and the moon lost light, and everything seemed to be swallowed up in darkness.
In all this darkness, the giant python was at home like a fish in water, as if invisible. In just a few breaths, his arms and chest were bitten with blood.
"Five Thunder Order: Bath in Thunder!" Ling Muyun shouted in a muffled voice as a bolt of lightning burst out between his hands, resisting the attack of a giant python.
In an instant, there was a loud thunder.
There was only thunder.
"Huh? Why?" While he was distracted, four other giant pythons converged on the giant python Ling Muyun was holding against, and the five pythons merged into one.
"Poof!" Ling Muyun was knocked backwards for more than ten feet, blood spraying in the air.
The giant python did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue it, but lowered its head and circled, letting Jia Nianxi sit on its head with its legs drooped: "Why? This obsession in the sky, with reluctance and fetters, has isolated the thunder power in the space! It's that simple."
"Cough! Cough!" Ling Muyun struggled to get up and coughed out two mouthfuls of blood: "What did I think it was? It turned out to be an evil spirit!"
"What a shameless talk!" Jia Nianxi said with a sneer: "Those who are about to die are very stubborn."
"Ahem!" Ling Muyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a look of disdain: "There are spells about suppressing evil spirits in the "Grand Master's Thunder Method". I always thought they were used to blow up ghosts. I didn't expect that there are really evil spirits. ! I happen to have learned three or two techniques, so I’m going to operate on you!"
After saying that, he raised his hands, and there was a trace of thunder and lightning.
"Huh? Is it too late?" Jia Nianxi looked to the horizon, frowned, and sighed: "That's it for today!"
With a stroke of her hands in the air, all the black energy gathered and penetrated into her forehead.
"Go!" A black energy turned into an arrow and hit Ling Muyun's chest.
Ling Muyun formed a chain of lightning between his hands, locking the arrow tightly.
"Bang!" The black energy exploded, and Ling Muyun was blown away again and fell to the sand, smashed to pieces.
"It's over, the true Qi is all in chaos!" Looking at the starry sky, Ling Muyun whispered: "Five Thunder Order: Bath in Thunder!"
But the true energy cannot be mobilized, the five thunder orders cannot be used, and the left hand raised slightly cannot emit a trace of thunder.
"I still need to get stronger!" Ling Muyun muttered to himself.
He sat up with difficulty and looked around. Jia Nianxi was no longer there: "Are you scared away by my words?" Then Ling Muyun shook his head again: "Definitely not! It seems that we must really learn to suppress evil. The magic! Next time, you may not be so lucky."
Seeing Jia Nianxi's figure gone, Ling Muyun simply lay down.
The long-lost stars came into view again, and my thoughts opened up.
Jia Nianxi was Sima Nuyan, the Princess Aixian, and she had a confused fight with her.
What is puzzling is that Princess Aixian has died long ago, even earlier than Jia Nanfeng.
There is still some mystery in Buddhism. It is recorded that after the death of an eminent monk, no body was found in the tomb.
But how can there be any semblance of Dharma-rectification in this dark atmosphere?
When Jian Nanfeng appeared, the disgusting smell was not the taste or the sight, but pure displeasure from the heart.
It's somewhat similar to the poppy's charm technique, but it's quite different.
Poppy's spell has an effect only when it is activated, and as long as Jia Nanfeng appears, it will have that effect.
And this kind of effect cannot be affected by Jia Jia, a clown.
What happened tonight can be described as shocking.
Could it really be that, having lived in Dingbeicheng for a long time, unable to see the wonders of the world outside, I have become a frog in a well?
While thinking about things with a headache and regulating the energy in his body, Ling Muyun secretly sighed: It would be great if I were in Laijiu, and could carry me back on my back.
Until Zhenqi stopped scurrying around, Ling Muyun spit out another mouthful of blood.
He struggled to get up and found a piece of dead wood not far away. He leaned on it and staggered towards the city.
During the thirty-mile journey, I vomited several mouthfuls of blood and spent nearly a night until the sky turned white before I arrived at the small courtyard.
The injury was not serious, and it took two days before he was mostly healed.
If Ling Muyun hadn't been so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, Ling Muyun would have been tired of staying on that small bed for a few more days.
After finding some food, Ling Muyun no longer felt depressed. Ling Muyun learned from the painful experience.
Leave Dingbeicheng and travel!
He packed his bags, put Mo Ren on his back, looked around the whole courtyard, and reluctantly locked the door.
