Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

hold head high--!

That dragon's roar was extremely mournful.

Above the capital city.

The golden dragon representing the nation's destiny, which had been perched in the clouds, suddenly straightened up.

Terror was evident in its majestic dragon eyes.

The golden dragon opened its mouth wide, trying to bite the broken tail.

It didn't bite.

That section of the nation's destiny, a hundred feet long, transformed into a golden stream of light, swirling and flying westward.

Too fast.

The air was torn apart, producing a sharp popping sound.

Inside Zuixianju.

Gu Xiang swayed, his knees hitting the ground hard.

puff!

He spat a mouthful of black blood onto the large red carpet in front of him.

The blood contained bits of flesh.

"Gu Xiang!"

Su Qing didn't care that the red veil hadn't been lifted yet, and ripped it off and threw it on the ground.

She reached out to help.

The moment his hand touched Gu Xiang's arm, he was thrown back by a strong force.

Gu Xiang was burning hot.

That's a backlash.

The fate of the nation is inextricably linked to that of the prime minister.

The fate of the nation is sealed, and half of the prime ministers die first.

Gu Xiang gritted his teeth and dug his hands into the cracks between the floor tiles.

The nail broke off, and blood flowed out.

He didn't cry out in pain.

He simply raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the west.

That place is Ghost Cry Valley.

It was also the hiding place of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Bhikkhu.

"Ancestor..."

Gu Xiang squeezed out these three words.

,

Li Yu stood up from the high hall.

The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was now ashen-faced.

He sensed it.

The bloodline power belonging to the Li family royal family is being forcibly extracted.

The origin is also in the West.

"What happened?"

Li Yu strode to the door.

He looked up at the sky.

it's dark.

It's not that dark clouds are obscuring the sun.

It was a giant claw.

The claws were a deep reddish-gold color, covering half of the capital city.

Before the claws even landed, tiles in the city began to fly everywhere.

The people on the street were lying on the ground, unable to move.

That was a suppression from the depths of the soul.

……

The Star-Picking Tower.

This is the highest point in the capital city.

The wind was strong on the rooftop, making the brass bells on the eaves rattle loudly.

The Imperial Advisor stood by the railing.

She was still clutching half of an unfinished handkerchief in her hand.

That was prepared for the children of Guxiang.

pat.

The handkerchief fell to the ground.

A gust of wind blew it over the railing, and it wobbled as it plummeted to the ground.

The imperial advisor ignored it.

Her eyes, hidden behind the mask, were trembling.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

It slid down the edge of the mask and dripped onto the railing.

"Monk..."

She kept repeating the name.

Three hundred years.

She stayed in this building, guarding the Great Zhou Dynasty and that living dead man.

She dared not see him.

Because Heaven forbids it.

Because the karmic consequences are too heavy.

The mere sight of each other is like a thunderbolt striking the earth, a calamity destined for death.

But now.

She sensed it.

That familiar feeling has changed.

It became unfamiliar, cold, and aloof.

That's not a monk.

That's... a monster.

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed in the sky.

A purple lightning bolt, as thick as a bucket, struck straight towards the Star-Picking Tower.

This is a warning.

Heaven is warning her not to act rashly.

The Imperial Advisor raised his hand.

She removed the bronze mask from her face.

Beneath the mask was a stunningly beautiful yet pale face.

There was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

That was from when I was so excited just now.

"To hell with the Heavenly Way."

The Imperial Advisor cursed.

She casually tossed the mask off the high-rise building.

The bronze mask tumbled through the air before crashing onto the bluestone slab and shattering into pieces.

The Imperial Advisor touched the railing with his toes.

Red clothes fluttering.

She transformed into a streak of red light and rushed out of the Star-Picking Tower.

Target: the West.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heaven is enraged.

Dozens of bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, weaving a purple electric net that blocked her path.

The Imperial Advisor did not dodge.

Nine enormous phantom fox tails suddenly appeared behind her.

The fox's tail stirs up the winds and clouds.

She crashed headfirst into the lightning net.

Stab it!

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

The red dress was tattered.

The Grand Preceptor's back was struck by lightning and left a bloody mess.

She didn't even utter a sound.

The speed actually increased.

That speed was achieved by burning away the very essence of life.

She had to get there.

Before the monster completely devoured the monk.

Even if it means death.

I want to die by his side.

……

Ghost Cry Valley.

There is no valley here anymore.

The underground cave that had imprisoned the monk for three hundred years has now been blown open.

Jagged rocks pierce the sky.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Amidst the swirling dust, a coffin floated in the air.

A coffin made of ancient, submerged wood.

The coffin lid had long since disappeared.

A figure is slowly sitting up from the coffin.

He was wearing a tattered scholar's robe.

That's a design from three hundred years ago.

He had a red line on his neck.

Those were the marks where the head and body had just been joined.

"call……"

He let out a long breath.

The breath he exhaled actually transformed into a tangible flame.

The flames fell to the ground.

The stone instantly turned into lava.

"This body is passable."

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

The air exploded in his palm.

He turned his head, his eyes, one red and one gold, looking towards the east.

A red light is rapidly approaching.

Behind the red light trailed a long tail of lightning.

"Ah Jiu".

He spoke.

There was not a trace of emotion in his voice.

It's like calling to a stray dog ​​on the street.

He stood up from the coffin.

Stepping on the void.

With each step, a crimson-gold lotus flower blooms beneath one's feet.

That is the Red Lotus of Karmic Fire.

Burn everything.

The red light has arrived.

The Imperial Advisor stopped a hundred feet in front of him.

She was covered in blood.

Hair is black and burnt.

That stunningly beautiful face was covered with scars from lightning strikes.

She was breathing heavily, staring intently at the man in front of her.

That face belonged to a monk.

That body was of the Xuan Yin nature.

But that look in his eyes...

No.

Absolutely not.

When the monk looked at her, his eyes always held only tenderness and remorse.

And this man.

All they see is indifference.

That is the indifference of a god looking down upon ants.

"Who are you?"

The Imperial Advisor asked.

The voice was trembling.

The man smiled.

A stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"who I am?"

He raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and then to the ground.

"I am the only true phoenix in this world."

"I am... Phoenix."

The Imperial Advisor swayed slightly.

Even if I had a suspicion in my mind, hearing it with my own ears was still like being struck by lightning.

"Where is the monk?"

She asked through gritted teeth.

"That good-for-nothing?"

Huang tilted her head.

"He's dead."

"Completely annihilated, soul and spirit."

"They don't even have the chance to be reincarnated."

He said it very casually.

It's like crushing an ant.

"You're lying!"

The Imperial Advisor screamed.

She rushed forward like a madwoman.

He now held a dagger.

That was a token of love that the monk had given her years ago.

Made of iron.

Some were even rusty.

She gripped the dagger and plunged it into the man's heart.

The phoenix did not dodge.

He simply watched her rush towards him.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his chest.

He raised a finger.

Ding!

The tip of the dagger was pressed against the fingertips.

It's difficult to make any further progress.

"madness."

Huang shook her head.

A light flick of the fingertips.

collapse!

The dagger exploded into pieces.

The fragments rolled back and embedded themselves in the Grand Preceptor's shoulder, arm, and cheek.

Blood splattered.

The Imperial Advisor was sent flying backwards.

It crashed heavily into the pile of rubble below.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Cough cough..."

The Imperial Advisor lay at the bottom of the pit.

She tried to get up.

But the bone is broken.

She could only look up at the man in the sky.

Tears mixed with blood flowed into his mouth.

Salty.

It smells fishy.

"Give me back the monk..."

She murmured.

The sound was faint.

Huang looked down at her.

A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Vixen"

"Now, it's time to end this."

He raised his hand.

Palms down.

Above the capital city.

The enormous, crimson-gold claw that blotted out the sky began to slowly press down.

Click!

The walls of the capital city have cracked.

The water in the moat boiled.

A corner of the main hall in the palace collapsed.

Countless people knelt on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices.

Zuixianju (Drunken Immortal Abode)

The roof has been blown off.

Gu Xiang was still kneeling on the ground.

His red robe had been stained blackish-red with blood.

But he's still holding on.

He used his righteous spirit to withstand the oppressive force above his head.

"Gu Xiang..."

Su Qing hugged him.

She wanted to transfer her demonic power to him.

But it didn't work.

That's a crushing defeat on a level.

That is power above the Quasi-Emperor level.

"Don't be afraid."

Gu Xiang grinned.

My teeth are all red.

"I am the prime minister."

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

He loosened his grip on the floor tiles.

slowly.

Little by little.

He stood up.

His spine was cracking.

That was the sound of bones unable to bear the weight.

But he still stood up straight.

He raised his head.

Looking at that giant claw in the sky.

Looking at that lofty figure in the West.

"Old man."

Gu Xiang spoke up.

The sound wasn't loud.

But the news spread throughout the entire capital city.

"Stealing our nation's destiny."

"You hurt my wife."

"You ruined my wedding."

Gu Xiang took a deep breath.

His chest heaved violently.

The sound of that exquisitely crafted heart beating was like a war drum.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"This debt."

"I, Gu Xiang, will settle this with you today!"

The words fell.

Gu Xiang suddenly took a step forward.

boom!

The floor beneath their feet shattered.

An unprecedented surge of righteous energy erupted from his body.

In this white mist.

A single word slowly emerged.

"punish!"

Above Ghost Cry Valley.

Huang raised an eyebrow.

He looked towards the direction of the capital.

She looked at the scholar who seemed like an ant.

"A heart with seven orifices, exquisitely crafted..."

"So it was here all along."

The phoenix smiled.

His laughter was greedy.

"Perfect."

"When my heart is at peace, my life is complete."

He changed his palm to a claw.

The colossal claw that blotted out the sky suddenly lunged towards Drunken Immortal Abode.

The target is the heart of Guxiang.

Just then.

A mournful phoenix cry rang out.

It's not from the Phoenix.

Instead, it came from underground in the capital city.

It comes from that broken golden dragon of national destiny.

hold head high--!

The half-destroyed body of the golden dragon actually burst into flames.

It did not escape.

It charged toward the giant claw.

Use your body as a shield.

Rumble!

The world changed color.

The golden dragon exploded.

A terrifying shockwave swept in all directions.

The giant, crimson-gold claw paused for a moment after being blasted.

But it was only for a moment.

The golden light dissipated.

The giant claw continued to fall.

It's just a little off-center.

boom!

Zuixianju has collapsed.

Half of Zhuque Avenue collapsed.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Gu Xiang and Su Qing's figures were buried under the rubble.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

Huang snorted coldly.

He withdrew his hand.

Preparing to grab again.

Sudden.

His movements stopped.

He looked down at the rubble pit below.

That woman who should have been unable to move.

The imperial advisor in tattered red robes.

He actually stood up at that moment.

She was holding a sharp stone in her hand.

Those were fragments that flew off when the dagger exploded.

She held the shards in her hand.

It was pressed against my heart.

"Do you want a heart?"

The Imperial Advisor raised his head.

A resolute smile played on his blood-stained face.

"The body of the bhikkhu is with you."

"His heart..."

"You're not taking it either."

Pfft!

The shards pierced his chest.

Fresh blood gushed out.

Huang's expression changed.

It's not because I feel sorry for her.

It was because he felt something inside his body was trembling wildly.

That was the lingering attachment of the monk.

The monk's soul has dispersed.

But his love for this woman was etched into his very bones.

Even if the owner changes.

Even if it means becoming a demon.

This love is still rebelling.

"stop!"

The phoenix roared in fury.

He wanted to rush down and stop it.

But his body froze.

His left hand gripped his right hand tightly.

The left leg tripped over the right leg.

That's a natural bodily reaction.

"A-Jiu..."

Suddenly, Huang uttered these two words.

His voice was warm and gentle.

It was filled with endless sorrow.

That was the voice of a monk.

The Imperial Advisor stopped.

She looked at the man in the air.

Tears welled up again.

"Monk..."

"Is that you?"

The reddish-gold color in the man's eyes was fading.

Instead, a sense of clarity emerged.

But it was only for a moment.

next moment.

The crimson gold color surged up again.

"Go back!"

The phoenix roared.

He is struggling for control of this body.

Take advantage of this break.

Beneath the ruins of the capital city.

A hand reached out.

Those were Gu Xiang's hands.

He pushed away the roof beam that was pressing down on him.

He shielded Su Qing beneath him.

"Walk."

Gu Xiang said.

"Where to?"

Su Qing asked.

"Fallen Phoenix Slope".

Gu Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood.

【The Magpie Bridge Fairy - A Startling Change】

Clouds are heavy with sorrow and rain with resentment; the wind rages and lightning flashes purple; in an instant, the red makeup changes color.

The dragon's mournful cry heralds the collapse of the nation's destiny; it is said that the world has been turned upside down.

Blood and tears on the tower, demonic shadows in the valley, the old dreams are now nowhere to be found.

The fool still asks when he will return, but he doesn't see that the butcher's knife is already at the ready.