Yan Shouyi unceremoniously exposed Jiang Wuya's hypocritical mask.
How can there be any sympathy for someone who can even sacrifice his own wife and daughter?
To take a step back, Jiang Wuya had no choice a thousand years ago, but would he still attack Yu Luming a thousand years later?
In Jiang Wuya's eyes, the so-called relatives are nothing more than stepping stones to the supreme throne and can be sacrificed at any time.
The reason why Jiang Wuya comes to Zhenguo Shrine year after year to repent is definitely not because of regret!
"etc……"
Yan Shouyi seemed to notice some details.
Since Jiang Wuya didn't come to Zhenguo Shrine to repent, then why did he come here?
unless……
Unless there is something in Zhenguo Shrine that Jiang Wuya cares about, wouldn't he feel at ease if he didn't come over to take a look in person?
Could it be...
Yan Shouyi moved his eyes upward and looked at the Zhenguo Sword in the Zhenguo Shrine.
Before Jiang Wuya's death, Jiang Wuya's wife cursed Jiang Wuya, saying that the Zhenguo Sword would be the only unique weapon that could kill Jiang Wuya.
Could it be that Jiang Wuya came to see Zhenguo Sword? !
He was afraid that I would take away the Zhenguo Sword, so he was worried and came to check?
Thinking of this, Yan Shouyi's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Jiang Wuya also noticed Yan Shouyi's slight expression, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
The two looked at each other in silence.
The next second, Yan Shouyi ran towards Zhenguo Shrine, and at the same time shouted to Long Feicheng in his heart:
"Xiaolong, the Zhenguo Sword is the only weapon that can kill Jiang Wuya, come and snatch it with me!!"
"Huh? Ah? Nani?"
Before Long Feicheng could react, Yan Shouyi had already rushed into the Zhenguo Shrine with his Zanpakutō.
At the same time, Jiang Wuya also showed a look of panic.
He stepped on the ground and directly used the Qimen Dunjia technique to summon all the neatly laid bluestone slabs on the ground, and spliced them piece by piece around the Zhenguo Shrine to form an airtight bunker!
Yan Shouyi was blocked outside. Although he frowned, his eyes revealed hope.
"I understand, I understand!"
"What Jiang Wuya wants is not immortality at all. The method of immortality is easy for him. What he is really afraid of is the Zhenguo Sword. He wants to escape the curse of being killed by the Zhenguo Sword!!"
"So he turned himself into a corpse puppet and tried every means to get rid of me because he was worried that he would be killed by me one day!!"
Only then did Long Feicheng finally realize what Yan Shouyi meant.
He said excitedly: "So, as long as we get the Zhenguo Sword, we can kill Jiang Wuya?"
"Certainly possible!"
Yan Shouyi stared at the Zhenguo Shrine with burning eyes. Although the Zhenguo Shrine is now strictly guarded by Jiang Wuya, the Zhenguo Sword is already a turtle in the urn, and it is not difficult to get it!
The Zhenguo Sword only recognizes General Qing Jiang, and Yan Shouyi is the reincarnation of General Qing Jiang, so he can definitely pick it up; but Jiang Wuya can't, so he can only defend the Zhenguo Shrine and deny Yan Shouyi the chance to get Zhenguo. Sword of opportunity!
"Jiang Wuya, your death has come!!"
Yan Shouyi laughed a few times and slashed directly on the bluestone with his Zanpakutō!
He directly released all the evil energy in his body, and the seal of the Zanpakutō was also released. The terrifying evil energy almost swallowed up the entire Shogun's Mansion.
It was already a matter of life and death, and Yan Shouyi no longer needed to limit his strength!
"Damn General Qingjiang!!"
In the Zhenguo Shrine, Jiang Wuya looked at the slightly trembling Zhenguo Sword with extreme fear in his heart.
He underestimated Yan Shouyi's IQ and did not expect that Yan Shouyi would find out the clues and find his weaknesses so quickly.
Zhenguo Sword seemed to sense Yan Shouyi's presence and wanted to break free.
But Jiang Wuya would not let it go.
He waved his hand, and the floor inside the Zhenguo Shrine suddenly shattered, and countless aerial roots emerged from the ground, wrapping around the broken sculpture like pythons, suppressing the Zhenguo Sword.
The Zhenguo Sword has been sealed for many years, its power has been weakened, and it is no match for the sacred tree.
Jiang Wuya looked up at the ceiling again and said with a solemn expression:
"Yan Shouyi, if you dare to come to Daqing Mountain, don't even think about leaving alive!"
Outside Zhenguo Shrine, Yan Shouyi was frantically attacking the bluestone fortress.
Suddenly, the ground cracked, and a dozen aerial roots thicker than a water tank came out and slapped Yan Shouyi hard!
Yan Shouyi snorted coldly, and when he saw the oncoming air root, he slashed out with his sword, instantly cutting off the air root.
The severed aerial roots fell to the ground, causing the thousand-year-old ruins to collapse instantly, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.
However, countless wailing sounds could be heard in the smoke and dust.
Yan Shouyi lowered his head and took a closer look, and found that the severed aerial roots had turned into imprisoned souls.
These souls are wearing clothes that obviously do not belong to this era. Most of them are the people of Qingjiang Kingdom thousands of years ago!
"Jiang Wuya dedicated the souls of those people to the sacred tree, and they were transformed into aerial roots by the sacred tree. Those souls were imprisoned with the sacred tree for thousands of years?!"
Yan Shouyi's face was gloomy. He felt that his title of God of Killing was just in vain. The real God of Killing was Jiang Wuya!
Before he could think more, other aerial roots were waving towards Yan Shouyi. What was strange was that countless twisted and painful faces appeared on those aerial roots. Pairs of pale hands stretched out hard, trying to grasp Stay with Yan Shouyi and pray for his help.
"Cutting off the Qi roots may also cause these innocent souls to fly away..."
Yan Shouyi was entangled for a while, he didn't want to implicate innocent people.
It's just that the aerial roots didn't bother Yan Shouyi that much. One of the aerial roots whipped Yan Shouyi from an unexpected angle. Yan Shouyi was hit from the front and his whole body was embedded in the ground.
What made him feel even more painful was that the moment the aerial roots attacked him, it seemed as if a piece of his soul was torn away.
"Brother Yan, fight back!" Long Feicheng gritted his teeth and said, "I can't control that much now!"
"There must be a solution..."
Yan Shouyi struggled to climb out of the pit, summoned Sanyuan to come over, and flew him into the air, temporarily out of the attack range of Qishenggen.
But at this moment, the aerial roots suddenly trembled together, then fell limply to the ground, and slowly retracted into the earth.
"this……"
Yan Shouyi, who was already prepared for a hard fight, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.
How could a good person become impotent?
"It seems that this sacred tree is not doing well either!" Long Feicheng did not miss any opportunity to ridicule, "If I were still alive, I would have lasted longer than it when I was ninety years old!"
If the sacred tree could hear what Long Feicheng said, he would probably be so angry that he would tremble a few more times.
Jiang Wuya in Zhenguo Shrine also reacted at a loss to the sacred tree.
But soon he thought of the cause of the problem:
"The sacred tree itself has been harmed?!"
