Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 249 Dead City!

Mu Yun's words made Lu Xuan's face flash with surprise, and then it returned to normal.

Very good, in this way, the task assigned to me by the boss has been completed.

Because, Lord Sizhu only sent him to find out the identity of this disaster-level weird person.

If it was Princess Xingyue, then after I dealt with this ghost thing, I would have to go to Mingxin Mansion and deal with the Wen family.

"Ok!"

"Master Mu, you can leave first."

"This will be handled by this department head. You go back and gather all the Xuanniao Guards to prepare to deal with the aftermath."

As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, a layer of burning aura instantly spread around his body.

I saw the spiritual power in his body surging, and the tremendous power roared out from Lu Xuan's body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Looking around, the city of Haoran Prefecture was dead silent, without a trace of human life.

Lu Xuan had anticipated this the moment he stepped into the city.

The entire city has long been completely infiltrated by the cold, corrupt dark power of the ghost world.

Every inch of land and every building exudes a creepy atmosphere, and it is obvious that they have become part of the ghost world.

Those dense, endless black ghost shadows that just appeared.

Lu Xuan knew very well that these terrifying ghosts were living humans not long ago.

It was twisted into a weird ghost thing by the dark power of the ghost world.

Ugh!
This was the first time Lu Xuan encountered such a tragic thing. This involved the entire city's population.

At this point, Lu Xuan was powerless to reverse the situation and could only get rid of this thing as soon as possible.

At this moment, the void around Lu Xuan and Mu Yun underwent strange changes without any warning.

I saw that everything around me began to become blurry and fell into a strange state.

Whether it is a tall and straight human building or the solid earth.

Even in the seemingly empty void, dynamic phantom images slowly emerged.

These afterimages seem to be drawn by the pen of time, with a sense of reality and mystery.

Each frame of the picture flows slowly, vivid and lifelike.

It was as if someone's dusty memories were being released without reservation at this moment.

The next moment, in those countless pictures, the figures of two women appeared at the same time.

Their faces were clearly visible, and even their conversations were heard by Lu Xuan without any obstruction.

And one of the women in the picture was the one with the terrifying pale face hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly, a soft and melodious female voice, like a clear mountain spring, sounded.

In that slowly flowing illusory picture, another woman opened her red lips.

"Lan'er, Mo Chen seems to have changed. I can't quite figure him out now."

The voice was ethereal yet gentle, echoing lingeringly in the vast universe.

The woman had a graceful figure and wore a gorgeous dark black dress that fit her body tightly, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky.

The embroidery on the dark black dress is exquisite and detailed, with every stitch and thread weaving out exquisite and intricate patterns.

Several small black birds of various shapes are dotted on it.

Some of them flapped their wings as if ready to fly, while others stretched their necks and chirped. Each black bird seemed to be endowed with fresh life.

He danced nimbly between the woman's exquisite sleeves.

The woman exudes an innate aura of nobility all the time, which makes people feel awe.

Every second of this picture shows the woman's extremely extraordinary identity and status, which is her innate noble temperament.

"Princess, have you forgotten what Lan'er told you last time?"

After hearing these words, Princess Xingyue frowned slightly and then fell into deep thought.

"Are you talking about the last time Mo Chen accompanied the master to meet with the governors of the major states in the Eastern Region and the Xuanniao Guards of the capital city?"

In the picture, the woman called Lan'er bowed slightly and responded respectfully, "Yes, Princess!"

She paused, then a trace of caution flashed in her eyes, and then she whispered, "Lan'er also secretly bribed a few maids, and they witnessed some of the things with their own eyes."

The princess's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with doubt. At this moment, the scene shifted to the Wen family's residence.

The Wen family, members of the royal family, were decorating the house with lanterns and holding grand banquets to receive the governors of the major states in the Eastern Region with great fanfare.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed to be very lively, with people exchanging pleasantries and toasting each other, but beneath this superficial prosperity, there was a subtle and indescribable sense of weirdness.

Such a large-scale event is really puzzling, and there seems to be an unspeakable secret behind it.

"Lan'er, please pretend you don't know about this for now. Let me think about it."

Princess Xingyue spoke softly, and in her beautiful eyes, a variety of complex and indistinguishable expressions flashed across her face in an instant, as if she was worried, thoughtful, and even hidden a bit of disappointment.

She raised her head slightly, looked into the distance, bit her lower lip lightly, and a vague layer of sadness lingered around her.

Obviously, Princess Xingyue was weighing something, and her heart was full of entanglement and struggle.

"Yes, princess!"

The next moment, the scene suddenly changed, from that luxurious and majestic room with carved beams and painted buildings to a completely unfamiliar space.

The first thing you see in the room is a shocking scene. On the floor of the room, there are many pieces of torn clothes scattered around.

Looking forward, a large bed came into view. On the bed, a woman was lying naked.

Her skin was whiter than snow, but at this moment it was covered with dense purple and red scars.

The lines crisscrossed each other, as if they were cruelly cut back and forth by countless sharp weapons.

Every scar on that delicate body seemed to be silently telling us that she had just suffered unimaginable torture.

At this moment, a man stood in front of the bed, with an upright posture and wearing a moon-white robe.

His face was well-defined, his eyes and brows revealed an innate handsomeness, and his every move should have been gentle and elegant.

But at this moment, the elegant man's eyes were full of ferocity and cruelty, forming an extremely strange contrast with his appearance.

"Bad maid!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was sharp and piercing, completely losing his usual gentle demeanor.

"You bitch, you dare to use the princess to threaten me, your husband? You are seeking death!"

The roar was filled with a chilling and violent aura, shaking the dust off the beams.
The level of brutality is so chilling that it makes people shudder.

"Come in, I'm tired of playing with this woman, so I'll leave it to you to deal with."

The elegant man glanced at the woman on the bed with disgust and waved his hand casually.

Following this order, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard outside the closed door.

A dozen tall, muscular men rushed in like wolves and tigers.

They exuded a rough and wild air that was out of tune with the atmosphere of the room.

"Thank you, Prince Consort, for the reward!"

The big man in the lead had a broad smile on his face, a smile so flattering that his features were almost squeezed together. In this serious and cruel scene, it looked particularly ridiculous.

After saying that, the big man couldn't wait to walk quickly towards the bed.

He kept moving his hands up and down, eagerly taking off his clothes.

The big man's eyes were filled with greed and passion, as if he wanted to swallow the beauty on the bed in one gulp.

The woman on the bed was Princess Xingyue's personal maid, Xu Zhilan.

She was extremely beautiful and was one of the most beautiful women in the Wen family mansion.

On weekdays, the big man could only secretly covet her beauty in the dark. That desire was suppressed in his heart, burning quietly like a small flame.

Who could have expected that fate would be so absurd that the Han Dynasty's dream would come true today.

He actually had the chance to get his hands on this dream beauty. The big man was ecstatic, his steps became more urgent, and the expression on his face became more distorted.

The elegant man, with a playful smile on his face, walked to a chair nearby and sat down leisurely.

He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on the movement on the bed, with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

This damned slave girl repeatedly complained about him to the princess.

Today, I, your Majesty, will let you, your slave, know who her real master is.

Not long after, there was a loud bang, and outside the room, a dazzling black streak of energy came roaring like an angry dragon.

Suddenly, it burst through the room with a loud bang. In an instant, the walls and roof turned into countless fragments, which shot out in all directions like cannonballs.

As the walls around the room collapsed, the scene in the room was exposed to the air without reservation.

"Lan'er!"

An extremely sorrowful cry resounded on the spot, the voice filled with endless pain and anger.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing and sharp voice rang out, as if to shatter the world: "Wen Mochen, you deserve to die!"

At the same time, along with the two angry shouts from the newcomer, a mysterious light flashed in the air.

"Xuantian Hairpin!" As these three words were shouted out, the mysterious light that had originally shrouded the air slowly faded away like light smoke, revealing a small and exquisite object.

It was a dark black bronze hairpin with smooth lines and intricate and mysterious carvings.

In the reflection of the sunlight, it sparkles with an ancient and cold luster.

The person who came flying in the air was as light as a flying swallow, and his clothes rustled in the wind.

Her long black hair danced in the wind, and her face was beautiful but frosty.

She is Princess Xingyue.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue's eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and she stared at Wen Mochen in the room, as if she wanted to cut him into pieces.

He held the "Xuantian Hairpin" tightly in his hand, and the hairpin shone brightly, as if echoing the owner's tremendous anger.

This hairpin is not simple. It is a seven-patterned moon device specially given to Princess Xingyue by the late emperor for protection.

The void around Princess Xingyue was like boiling water, rapidly rippling out circles of terrifying ripples.

In the blink of an eye, a surging streak of dark energy emerged from the void.

Afterwards, a dark black streak of energy appeared, carrying the power of the origin of heaven and earth contained in the Xuantian hairpin.

With the force of destroying the world, he rushed towards Wen Mochen, who was in shock.

The momentum seemed to blow Wen Mochen into pieces, leaving not even a trace of ash.

Wen Mochen opened his eyes wide, staring at the attack that was rushing towards him with the power to destroy the world, his face full of fear and despair.

At this moment, his whole body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, his legs were weak and he could hardly stand.

Wen Mochen's heart was filled with endless fear, and he couldn't even think of resisting. He could only watch the terrifying force approaching him.

Princess Xingyue is a martial artist at the Grandmaster level of Outer Qi, while he is only a small martial artist at the Inner Qi level. How can he withstand such a terrifying attack?

However, that dark energy contained raging rage and powerful strength.

At the moment when it was about to touch Wen Mochen, it was wiped out instantly like a bubble by an invisible and mysterious force, disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, Princess Xingyue's delicate body trembled, as if she had sensed something terrible. Her beautiful eyes widened and she looked into the distance in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming force, like a surging wave, slammed into Princess Xingyue's body.

With a dull sound, she fell heavily to the ground like a bird with broken wings, splashing a cloud of dust.

"damn it!"

Wen Mochen came back to his senses, a surge of courage rising from the bottom of his heart, and he instantly became like a madman.

"You actually dare to kill me for a lowly maid!" After saying that, Wen Mochen mobilized all his internal strength and rushed towards the fallen Princess Xingyue like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Wen Mochen's hands were like pliers, tightly grasping her limbs. He twisted them with force, and with a few crisp "crack" sounds, Princess Xingyue's limbs were brutally broken in an instant.

After finishing, Wen Mochen did not stop. He circulated his internal energy and condensed it in his palm.

A faint white light appeared on the palm of his hand, and he slapped Princess Xingyue's heart without hesitation, trying to kill her and vent his hatred.

Just when Wen Mochen's palm was about to hit Princess Xingyue's heart.

A figure slowly emerged. It was a hunchbacked old man with a hunched body and a bowed back, but he had an air of majesty.

The person who came took slow but steady steps, calling softly, "Xiaochen!"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to carry some invisible power, causing Wen Mochen's palm, which was filled with murderous intent, to stop in mid-air.

When Wen Mochen's eyes fell on the old man, his eyes suddenly widened into the size of copper bells.

The rage that had been burning in his heart just now disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.

Wen Mochen's hands began to tremble subconsciously, and the ferocious look on his face quickly faded, replaced by deep fear.

"Ancestor!"

Wen Mochen’s ancestor is naturally the ancestor of the Wen family, Duke Rong Wen Fengyuan!
Wen Fengyuan had an indifferent expression, his lips were tightly closed, only his eyes were suddenly fixed.

The next moment, the surrounding void collapsed and distorted like a broken mirror.

Everyone present except Princess Xingyue and Wen Mochen.

The other dozen or so big guards, including Xu Zhilan who was breathing weakly, did not have time to let out a scream.

Under the crushing force of the terrifying heaven and earth, it exploded in an instant, turning into a thick blood mist that scattered in the invisible air.

..........
The scene stops suddenly!

Before Lu Xuan could make any move, Mu Yun beside him had already grasped a golden bronze mirror steadily in his hand.

Afterwards, Mu Yun bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Master Lu, the image-retaining mirror has captured all the images."

This golden bronze mirror is an extremely special six-pattern star-level sacrificial vessel that can capture everything in the world.

No matter what the scene is, it can all be captured in the mirror.

However, the images captured by the mirror can only be kept for three months.

This photo mirror was something that Master Ziyao gave to Mu Yun temporarily.

The purpose is to capture some important things in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)