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Chapter 412 Huachen
The shattering of the life star brought not only pain and emptiness, but after losing contact with the sun, Fang Weihan also felt a sense of relief.

The scattered void collapsed around him bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment had changed again.

The blue bricks and tiles peeled off and were covered with mottled cracks. The lotus pond turned into a pit, and the fish turned into bones. The illusion in the old temple was completely broken and restored to its original appearance.

The sound of armor clashing was heard, and the Eastern Palace Guards led their soldiers into the temple under the leadership of Master Zhao Er and surrounded the old monk.

The gleaming sword was pointed at his face, full of murderous intent.

Fang Weihan looked at him, raised the clear and silver-like Zhaoyuan sword, and said:
"Master, you failed."

The monk in robes was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Your Highness Prince Guangling, one day you will regret your decision today."

"In my previous life, I have regretted everything I should regret. From now on, every decision I make will have a clear conscience," said Fang Weihan.

The old monk did not answer, but put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Playing tricks." Master Zhao shouted, "Catch this guy!"

Dozens of bows and crossbows were aimed at his vital points, and the East Palace Guards at the front led the soldiers holding swords and shields, approaching step by step.

But the old monk didn't even look at them, his eyes were on Fang Weihan from beginning to end.

"Your Highness, we will meet again," said the old monk.

His figure turned into bubble and vanished, and all the soldiers of the East Palace Guards came to nothing.

His last words echoed in the air:

"…If His Highness can survive today."

Fang Weihan looked a little ugly.

Although he had long expected that this person should have prepared a way to escape, what did his last sentence mean?
Could it be that this person has a backup plan?
Although the illusion had been lifted, the connection between him and his sister was still not restored. It must be because the sun had just descended and caused severe damage to her soul.

Master Zhao is still injured. If there is any emergency at this moment, there will be no high-level combat force available around him.

"Actually, I am also considered a high-level fighter." Yun Shu said out of nowhere.

"It's better not to use your powers. You should use them in more valuable places." Fang Weihan said.

Yun Shu was about to say something but was stunned for a moment and swallowed back everything he wanted to say.

Complex emotions rolled in her heart, gathered at her mouth, and finally turned into a light "hmm".

The light on the Zhaoyuan Sword flickered slightly for a moment, as if reminding someone of something. Fang Weihan looked at it thoughtfully.

He knew its codeword well, but now was not the time to discuss it.

"There are people outside." Yun Shu suddenly said, "The chaotic and disorderly aura... is from the Turbid Cultivators, a huge number of them!"

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves, and a man rushed into the temple in a hurry.

"Captain Wei! We are surrounded!" the scout reported hurriedly.

"Five hundred steps away from the temple, we found traces of a large number of members of the Demon Cult!"

This is an extremely dangerous sign.

The temple was surrounded by water on one side and faced enemies on three sides, and their numbers were unknown. They only had 600 soldiers, and there was no way they could fight against the excessive number of Zoroastrians, not to mention that the enemy was obviously well prepared.

At this moment, everyone in the temple has already stepped half into a desperate situation.

The faces of the many generals surrounding Fang Weihan changed when they heard this, but they still did not show the slightest fear, and instead they all turned their gazes to Fang Weihan.

Even though they were surrounded, everyone present still believed that His Royal Highness Prince Guangling could lead them out of the predicament.

This was the accumulation of morale after consecutive victories, and it was also the most powerful manifestation of Fang Weihan's prestige among the Eastern Palace Guards.

At this moment, Fang Weihan's thoughts were racing.

The old monk deliberately created the illusion of the temple in order to lure him here. He induced his sun star to awaken by unlocking his memory, thus indirectly getting rid of Wen Zhexue.

Since he came for me, it was obvious that he must have reached some agreement with the Zoroastrianism. Once Wen Zhexue's combat effectiveness was reduced, the defense force around me would also be greatly reduced.

As long as he died, it would be equivalent to the death of both Taiyin and Taiyang Xingjun. It could be said to be a vicious plot that killed two birds with one stone.

But he did not act according to the old monk's idea. Wen Zhexue should have only suffered minor injuries and just needed some time to recover.

But judging by the speed at which the Zoroastrians assembled, it was obvious that he did not inform the Zoroastrians of the failure of their plan.

It seems that the relationship between the Fansheng Temple and the Zoroastrianism is not very good.

After thinking this through, Fang Weihan instantly made the best decision at the moment:
"Old Zhao, take my jade talisman and go send the signal yourself. Transfer the 3,000 guards in Wuling City over here."

Fang Weihan took off the Bai Ze jade talisman from his waist and threw it to Master Zhao.

Master Zhao understood that the matter was of great importance, so he said nothing and immediately mounted his horse, leaving a trail of dust on his head, breaking through the siege from the southeast.

"Light the signal smoke, fire the signal arrows, and mobilize as many reinforcements as possible."

"The front guards of the palace will go up to the courtyard wall and provide support with bows and arrows. The inner guards and I will form a formation under the courtyard gate and hold our ground!"

Fang Weihan raised his sword and said in a low voice:
"Move quickly!"

"Here!"

Although there are only 600 soldiers in the East Palace Guards, there are 300 elite guards brought by Fang Weihan. These are all the best soldiers among the East Palace Guards, and their Mingwu cultivation is basically around the second level. With the revival of the destiny, they may even become stronger.

This ruined temple is roughly rectangular, thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Although the courtyard wall is damaged, it is still relatively intact. The six hundred soldiers led by the East Palace Guards can form a three-dimensional defense line.

The courtyard wall was narrow, with only room for one person to stand on it. The East Palace Guards led the soldiers to bring stones, knock down the temple, and build stairs from the inside of the wall to the courtyard wall. They took out the longbows behind them and stretched the bowstrings like a full moon.

The internal security soldier drew out a brand new scimitar and placed his other hand on the seven-star crossbow at his waist, forming a tight defensive formation.

Flags were like forests, armor sheets were in a row, and everyone was waiting for the enemy to appear.

The Zoroastrians did not keep them waiting too long.

The distant skyline was shrouded in mist, which was gradually illuminated by the firelight.

The black-robed men wearing hoods and holding torches in their hands formed a formation and pressed towards the temple in groups, like a black cloud with lightning.

Every believer held a torch in their hands, and at a glance, the number of torches was no less than a thousand.

Fang Weihan's heart sank, realizing that this would probably be a tough battle.

He raised his hand, and the longbow of the palace guard was also raised. The arrow with a flashing cold light was placed on the string, waiting for the order from the leader of the guard.

The black-robed army slowly stopped two hundred steps in front of the East Palace Guards' formation.

Two people walked out in front of the formation. They were also wearing black robes, but the edges of their robes had ochre-red patterns, like the trails of meteors.

"King Guangling Fang Weihan, it's true that seeing is worse than hearing about him."

The voice of one of them reached Fang Weihan's ears.

His voice was obviously not loud, but he could still hear it clearly. It was obvious that he used a profound secret technique of sound transmission.

"My name is Suijian Yuyong, and the person next to me is my senior brother Yupu. We, on behalf of Suijian, would like to negotiate a deal with His Highness."

"What deal?" Fang Weihan asked.

"Kill the emperor." Yu Yong said in a very calm tone.

"..." Fang Weihan was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you think I might agree?"

"Your Highness is a smart man, and smart people are often not blindly loyal." Yu Yong said, "If Your Highness does not agree to our conditions, there will be only one way to go, and that is death."

"I believe that between your own life and the lives of others, Your Highness still prefers the former."

"I like your life better." Fang Weihan sneered.

"We will make His Highness accept this condition with blood and swords," Yu Pu said hoarsely.

"I would like to give you the same sentence." Fang Weihan said.

As if the threatening negotiations had broken down, the forest of torches began to move slowly.

Seeing that the followers of the Zoroastrianism were about to enter the range of the longbows, Fang Weihan narrowed his eyes and prepared to give the order to shoot.

At this moment, a melodious flute sound resounded over the battlefield. The sound of the flute was like water, somewhat mournful and lingering, playing the lascivious music of the Jiaofang Bureau, and a little out of tune.

The sound of the flute was so inconsistent with the atmosphere at the scene that both opposing sides stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction where the flute sound came from.

He was a man dressed very luxuriously.

He was wearing a white brocade robe, silver-shoeed black boots, and riding a snow-white horse. With his romantic and suave face, he looked like a nobleman who was traveling in the suburbs of Changming.

But this was in the wilds of Wuling County, before the Zoroastrians and the Eastern Palace Guards were about to clash. He seemed a little out of place.

Yuyong and Yupu looked over when they heard the sound and frowned. They looked at each other and the same thought flashed through their minds:
Where did this idiot come from?

But Fang Weihan, who was standing on the courtyard wall, slowly widened his eyes.

It was indeed strange that a person dressed in a flashy way suddenly appeared when the battle was about to start. But what was even stranger was that Fang Weihan actually felt that the back of this person looked familiar.

"No way……"

Fang Weihan thought.

Until the man took off his hat and whistled frivolously towards Fang Weihan.

Fang Weihan finally confirmed his ridiculous guess.

"Second Uncle? What the hell are you doing here?" Fang Weihan urgently spoke to him.

"I bring peace." Fang Xun said in a low voice.

"No...you..." Fang Weihan's usually calm mind also became confused.

What on earth is this old man talking about? Is he on the same wavelength as me? When did he come to Wuling? Why didn't I notice it?

Many questions lingered in his mind, but soon, these questions were suppressed by a more important matter.

"Second Uncle, get out of there quickly!" Fang Weihan compressed his voice into a line and transmitted it into Fang Xun's ears.

This old guy has no cultivation, and he suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Isn't this playing with his own life? Fang Weihan always heard rumors about Hedong King Fang Xun from various people, saying that his behavior was unreliable.

Fang Weihan didn't believe it before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally believed it.

My second uncle is the relative closest to me, nothing must happen to him!

Fang Weihan concentrated his blood and energy at his feet, ready to break out of the formation.

"Don't worry. I, your second uncle, am very powerful." Fang Xun made a reassuring gesture to him.

You are awesome, mom...

Fang Weihan cursed in his heart, but since the Zoroastrianism didn't make any move, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Who are you?" Yu Pu looked at him and asked.

As Jingtian who was proficient in divination, he could not sense any fluctuations in cultivation from the man in front of him. There were only two possibilities for this situation:
Either he had a very high level of cultivation, or he had no cultivation. Regardless of which one it was, this person deserved to be treated differently.

"Your father." Fang Xun said concisely.

"What is your intention?" Yu Yong spoke when he saw Yu Pu's face looked unhappy.

"Ask my son." Fang Xun's words became shorter.

Fang Xun only used five words to anger the two Suijian Six-Turn Mirror Heaven.

"I have a suggestion," Fang Xun said, "both of you should lay down your weapons, and we can discuss the possibility of peaceful coexistence between the Great Zhou court and the Zoroastrianism."

"Use your head to show your sincerity." Yuyong said coldly.

He was the high and mighty Jing Tian Zhenren, how could he bear such an insult. How could a mere mortal have the capital to be so arrogant in front of him!

Yu Yong raised his sword, and the blade rolled back the red star power to kill Fang Xun. His speed was so fast that Fang Weihan had no time to rescue him.

"Qiang!"

Yu Yong's long sword was firmly held by another indigo sword, making a crisp metallic collision sound. No matter how hard he tried, his sword could not move forward at all.

The man in front of me clearly didn't make any moves, so where did this long sword come from? !
Pupils shrank sharply due to shock, and Yuyong heard him say:
"You are just a self-righteous Jingtian. I don't know how many people like you I killed in my past."

The Longyuan Sword flew back into Fang Xun's hand, and the bright sword light drew a full moon in the air.

He leaped down from his warhorse, and double waves of blood-red and colorless air floated on the hilt of his sword, with an imposing pressure as heavy as Mount Tai.

The divine sword transformed into thousands of sword shadows, suspended in the air above the Great Zhou army formation. Countless sword qi phantoms transformed from the Dragon Abyss Sword pressed down the tip of the sword, pointing at the flint with a sinister force.

"Bai Jian Chao Zong...you are from Xiao Yao Sect!" Yu Yong looked at him as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"This is the sword intent of Shattering the Cauldron, the sixth level of controlling Qi to reach the 'Return to Origin' realm...you are 'Ding Sword' Luo Tiangang!" Yu Pu said in a deep voice.

What the hell? Fang Weihan was confused.

I can't understand what they are saying.

Bullying an honest person, right? Ding Jian: I've seen him before... He doesn't look like my second uncle! Can someone come and tell him what happened here?

"Can we have a good talk now?" Fang Xun asked.

After a moment of silence, Yu Pu said, "Luo Tiangang, even if you have great abilities, you can't stop us if you fight one against four."

Two black-robed figures came quickly from a distance and landed beside Yu Pu and the other man.

It was Chai Xin's two Sixth Rank Mingwu, Liangzhou Chief Ma Jin and Bingzhou Chief Zheng Changfu. They had just come all the way from the interior to Jingzhou just to make amends.

"Fang Weihan! Let me see how you can escape today!" Ma Jin said grimly.

Zheng Changfu looked at him coldly, with fear and resentment flashing in his eyes, and it was obvious that he hated him very much.

The situation in front of him suddenly changed from one on two to one on four. Fang Weihan's chances of winning dropped sharply, but Fang Xun still showed no fear and still had that lazy look.

The mist broke apart, and the shrill and passionate sound of suona sounded from afar. The iron hooves of a large number of war horses hit the ground, making a sound like thunder.

A steel-gray line emerged from the forest. The supporting Eastern Palace Guards led their soldiers to form a line outside the encirclement and counter-encircled the Zoroastrians.

Master Zhao arrived in time with reinforcements!
He held a spear in his hand and leaped a few times on the ground before coming to Fang Xun's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Uncle Zhao, can you still eat?" Fang Xun asked.

"It's a piece of cake." Master Zhao raised the spear with one arm and grinned.

Although they were outnumbered, the number of Sixth Rank monks was four to two, so the Fire Worshipers still believed that they had a good chance of winning.

"A half-baked Yu Qi, a sickly Ming Wu, and a bunch of ants and dust, do you really think the Holy Church is afraid of you?" Yu Pu said.

He urged the star power to cover the sword in his hand, and released the momentum of Mirror Sky Sixth Turn in its entirety.

The situation between the two sides became more tense and a war was about to break out.

The horizon lights up.

The mist dissipated, the long night ended, and Wuling County welcomed the first ray of dawn.

The dawn light hit the tip of the ruined pagoda, and suddenly reflected a brilliance that was ten times brighter than the sun.

The sun had just risen, and the moon had not yet set. Half of the pagoda was pure white, and the other half was bright red, a unique spectacle of the sun and the moon in the same sky.

Regardless of their stance, everyone present was deeply moved.

The Milky Way spread out from the sky, the whispers of the stars echoed in everyone's ears, and a torrent of luck and cause and effect descended from the nine heavens and swept across the pagoda, as if welcoming their king.

The loud cry of the phoenix pierced the clouds and rocks. The ice-blue bird shattered the top of the tower, circled for half a circle, and then swooped down.

It flapped its wings and hovered in the center of the battlefield, its wings stirring up violent air currents.

And on the back of the phoenix was a young girl in white with an extraordinary appearance.

Her eyes are like stars, her eyebrows are like the crescent moon, and she holds a dazzling magical weapon in her hand, standing alone in the world, like a mysterious woman descending to the earth.

Wen Zhexue looked at them, not hiding the murderous intent in her eyes at all.

"Seventh turn...Huachen?!" Yu Pu looked at her in horror, his voice trembling, as if he had seen a monster.

(End of this chapter)