Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 216

However, the collapse of the mountain in Yilan still hasn't completely stopped, the rumbling sound is endless, and it needs to be loud when speaking to the other side. The two of them shouted desperately, but no one could hear them except themselves.

Chu Feihuan looked at the other side of the mountain in ecstasy, and slowly bent down to reach for the wire.

Qin Changge was so anxious that he was about to vomit blood.

She turned her head suddenly, and said to Xiao Jue, "Both of us are unbalanced, we run too slowly, and I am light, give me a ride!"

Xiao Jue looked at her covered in dust and bruises with distress, but gritted his teeth without saying a word, and said, "Okay!"

He charged forward vigorously, swung out one arm, lifted the soles of Qin Changge's feet, and shouted: "Get up!"

Qin Changge, who had exerted all his strength, immediately flew out like a light cloud.

Sparks flickered at Chu Feihuan's fingertips, and he was on the lead in an instant!

Qin Changge flew forward!
The fuse was ignited instantly, and the sparks flickered and receded!
Qin Changge shook the black silk away in mid-air with a snap!

Most of the lead wire burned out quickly, leaving only a palm length!
Chu Feihuan raised his head with a determined expression.

"Snapped!"

The black shadow flashed, and he pulled it down vigorously!

The spark falters.

"boom!"

The human body fell heavily, blatantly hitting the ground line of fire, and then turned over fiercely, crushing the last spark.

In the rising dust, someone could not stop coughing.

In the rising dust, Chu Feihuan slowly opened his bloodshot eyes for two days and one night.

In the rising dust, the fleshy body slowly raised its head, only a pair of black and white eyes remained on the embarrassed face, she coughed unceasingly, but kept laughing.

She smiled and said, "Feihuan, we don't want to die."

In the winter of the sixth year of Nanmin Dayan Dynasty Chenghe, a simple mourning buried most of the powerful figures in Nanmin martial arts, and achieved the death and rebirth of the century-old giant family Yilan. At the old Guzhu's condolence ceremony, Shui Jingchen, the master of Yilan Xingu, frankly told the martial arts figures from all over the world who came to inquire. Before receiving the angel Ban Yan from the Xuanchi Palace and the martial arts heroes you mentioned, the Shui family has been waiting outside the valley for a long time but has never found anyone.

These words came from the mouth of the sage Shui Jingchen, and no one could think of doubting them. After the ceremony, Shui Jingchen invited guests to the banquet, and a few words while sipping tea, immediately reminded people of the identity of the angel Ban Yan and Xuan Chi. Compared with the brilliant Yi Lan, the strange behavior of the high priest of the palace, the reputation of the sinister and deep Xuanchi Palace is naturally much worse. Suddenly, the crowd is angry and the heroes are raging. The envoy from the royal palace who was taken over by others was also present, and everyone turned to ask the envoy to uphold justice and submit a letter to the imperial court. The dynasty, which already had a lot of feelings about Xuanchi Palace, immediately "sent personnel to Xuantan to ask innocent people. Missing details." At the same time, the Shui family announced to the world that all martial artists were buried at the hands of traitors to mourn the old patriarch, and the Shui family is duty-bound to help the imperial court to seek justice for the heroes of the world with their meager efforts. .

So, a storm of condolences broke the situation where Nanmin had been standing on the sidelines for many years. The Shui family, who had always been powerful but watched the world and did not participate in the world, made this statement. With confidence, Dayan Palace's "send personnel to inquire" immediately increased the number of personnel to tens of thousands of troops. Tie Wei finally appeared in front of the world's martial arts with a chilling and sturdy posture after the new head of the family took over the power.

Of course, in the midst of the shouts against Xuanzhi Palace, there were also some strange voices. For example, in Chiyan City, thirty miles away from Nanmin Youhuoze Xuanchi Palace, a half-crazy beggar who always talked big on weekdays He once said to a beggar next door who was rubbing dirt while catching lice: "What is seeking justice? What is missing? What is justice? They are all fucking jokes. I think it is a critical moment when the high priest of Yin is practicing magic exercises. , took advantage of the fire to loot!"

It's a pity that the voices of the little people are destined to be drowned by the angry tide of justice. Those discordant tones floating in the air are like dust in an instant, leaving no trace under the footsteps of those who are advancing.

At most, the beggar who got rid of the mud snorted and replied, "None of your business!"

However, the changes in things are always bizarre. Just when the world's martial arts and court forces gathered in Youhuoze, asking the high priest of Yin to give an answer and hand over the angel Ban Yan, the angry high priest confronted him brazenly and refused to pay attention. Ban Yan, who looked a bit embarrassed, suddenly appeared gloomy. Ban Yan, who is half ghostly and half beautiful, suppressed the noisy crowd with the voice of the devil as soon as he appeared, especially for the Xuejiawei and the people in the court. Clouds flew and roared, and hundreds of corpses lay dead in an instant, suffocating the crowd for a moment.

In the moment of silence, Ban Yan articulated clearly and unhurriedly. He secretly crossed the plank road of Shuijia Mingxiu to Chencang, destroyed Yilan and set up a new stove, and blamed others with ulterior motives. He said every word clearly.
Everyone was in awe.

Amidst the uproar, the handsome Shui Jingchen remained motionless, smiling as usual, and only asked gently: "Is there any evidence?"

Of course, Ban Yan has no evidence. Yilan buildings are all destroyed. Who can point to the pile of ruins and say that it is Yilan?Who is willing to believe that the Shui family will go crazy and completely destroy the century-old foundation?What's more, everyone has just come from the "Yi Lan" valley. The pavilions and pavilions are magnificent, and they have been built for many years. How can they be completed overnight?Ridiculous, really ridiculous!
Ban Yan was not angry, and quietly looked at the angry crowd who felt that she had been fooled. Her expression was actually the same as Shui Jingchen's signboard, compassionate and gentle. She only looked at Shui Jingchen and asked softly: "Ling Wandering to death, do you know?"

Lingling died.

Do you know?

No one knew the expression of Shui Jingchen, who was only facing Ban Yan before the crowd, and only Ban Yan saw the subtle changes like water waves in that instant.

This is the last conversation between Xuanchi Palace and Shangshan Family.

After that, the war broke out.

Facing the siege, Youhuoze showed the fierce power it has owned for many years. The high priest of Yin has never appeared, so it is natural that the upper three envoys preside over the overall situation, and Ban Yan is the leader of course.

For the besieging crowd, she just slowly brushed her long hair up, revealing her face completely, ignoring the crowd's exclamation, and slowly said: "The matter will eventually come to an end."

Since then, this mysterious woman who seldom appears in the martial arts has shown her shocking strength in front of the world for the first time. For three days and three nights, she has not moved a step on a cliff in Youhuoze, Taking advantage of the unique terrain of Youhuoze, using the monster mist, Youhuo, swamp, Wanchi, Yinsha, and overlapping lore methods like all things growing like waves, blocked the Nanmin court and the Shui family from wave after wave. Bo attacked, and sent people to cut off the road, and blocked the reinforcements sent by the Nanmin court from Youhuoze. The Shura killing field where the forces are desperately strangling together.

For three days and three nights, the sun was covered with blood, the bones became mountains, and the dark red soil and rocks of Youhuoze turned dark red all year round. The sky was always shrouded in blood-colored mist, which was better than Mingxia from a distance, and it was as coquettish as fire. .

For three days and three nights, shouting to kill soared to the sky, piercing through the mountains and towers, thousands of birds flew together in panic, and their black wings covered the changing sky.

Those hustle and bustle carried the sound of death and flying blood, and the long sound of weapons clashing, spread far from You Huo Ze.

But it can't pass into a certain place, a quiet and secluded corner.

Those dying cries and triumphant long laughs, those miserable groans on the soles of the trampled feet of the dead, broke the hearts and souls of the enemies.

But he couldn't break those pairs of eyes that were always bright and calm.

Withered bones, whose family is proud?
In the winter of the sixth year of Chenghe, at the end of December, there was a slight chill in the wind.

Behind You Huo Ze, in a sunken mountain, a few men dressed as merchants squinted at the winding and secret path in front of them, with a look of scrutiny in their eyes. After a while, a thin man turned around and asked a beggar beside him Dressed person: "This is it?"

The beggar who loves to talk big and catch lice in the temple, has never been listened to seriously in his life, but at this time he was not surprised or flattered, he looked at the road with a complicated expression, and nodded for a long time.

The expression in his eyes at that moment was far away and boundless, with infinite meaning. At that moment, he no longer looked like a beggar who was scattered in Chiyan City, but like a person who was once powerful and had countless people. The scrolls flashed quickly in his eyes, reflecting the red dust and smoke.

He smiled, pointed to the road, and said in a low voice: "This is a secret that Yinli doesn't even know... From here, it leads directly to Xuanchi Palace, because the exit is the Xuantian Grand Formation of Xuanchi Palace, which has not been seen for many years. People have gone in, so no one has ever noticed. If you want to go out from here, you will definitely touch the big formation when you come out." He suddenly frowned and turned his head, looking at the men in ordinary clothes in front of him, especially the weak and disabled man. Turning around on his body, he said: "Actually, this is a dead end, you must go? Why don't you wait for the outcome of the battle ahead..."

"Who knows when the fight will last? Who knows what the result will be? It's better to walk across the battlefield." The man smiled nonchalantly, "Don't worry."

He raised his head and looked at the bloody mist-shrouded sky in front of him, a grim smile flashed across his eyes.

"Yinli, practice kung fu obediently, you don't need to bother to receive me."

There are many things in this world that are as coincidental as God's will.

Just like fate makes a chess piece, it never depends on whether the chess game is sure to win.

The beggar who caught lice in the ruined temple might be a former big man with a sad past, but the beggar who rubbed dirt in the ruined temple must be a subordinate of Huangmeng.

(End of this chapter)