When the incomparably sharp and cold blade pierced into Sun Yiyang's heart, Sun Changkong couldn't bear it anymore, and then exclaimed, "Dad!"

At this time, Shen Wanqiu's palm holding the knife had not yet moved away from the hilt, and suddenly heard Sun Changkong's screams in the distance, and then raised his head, and said with a sly expression: "Sun Changkong, you hurt me so badly!"

As he spoke, the hand holding the knife was slightly forced, twisting to the side, and the sharp pain immediately passed into Sun Yiyang's mind along the blade, almost making him unconscious, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a black blood.

"Comfortable, really comfortable. Wanqiu, I didn't expect you to be able to remember being your father at this time, it's really not easy!"

Seeing that Sun Yiyang had suffered such a serious injury, and he could still pretend to be indifferent and talk and laugh with himself, Shen Wanqiu's heart immediately ignited with inexplicable anger, and then said gloomily: "Sun Yiyang, don't open your mouth and shut your mouth to be my father, you are not qualified to be my father." Your son is Sun Changkong, not me, Shen Wanqiu. ”

Sun Yiyang blinked tiredly, nodded and said, "That's right, I'm not qualified, it's me who is wrong." That's why I'm going to stay here and take you to the knife. How's it going, are you happy now?"

Shen Wanqiu said with a hideous expression: "Of course not, this is far from enough." For the sake of an outsider, you actually handed me over to the Shen family to raise, and it was twenty-five years to hide it, you are worthy of me!"

Sun Yiyang said: "I'm sorry, of course I'm sorry. If you can't get rid of your anger, then stab me with your knife! ”

"Well, in that case, then you're welcome!"

It was too late to say that it was too late, and Shen Wanqiu, who was extremely angry, couldn't care about the father-son relationship that blood was thicker than water, and now his mind was completely blinded by hatred, and now he just wanted to vent this resentment in his heart, and turn all the negative emotions into a deadly killing move, all of which were blessed on Sun Yiyang's body. With a sharp roar, Shen Wanqiu had already pulled out his short knife, and was just about to continue stabbing at the other party's body, when a loud shout suddenly came.

"Shen Wanqiu, you beast!"

Shen Wanqiu looked up, and when he saw the person flying in the sky, he couldn't help but be shocked, just because the person who came was no one else, it was actually a "Shen Wanqiu" who looked exactly like himself.

Two Shen Wanqiu!

Shocked, Shen Wanqiu hurriedly raised his knife to resist, but unexpectedly, the other party also took out a short knife from his arms at this time, and stabbed him desperately with a swift and tricky momentum. Although Shen Wanqiu was very self-controlled, seeing that the other party's moves and routines were the same as his own, he couldn't help but be afraid, and reached out to pull Sun Yiyang's body, and the two of them took dozens of steps back together, and then finally stopped.

As soon as the fake Shen Wanqiu landed, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Shen Wanqiu, and shouted loudly: "Hey, let him go, you have fought with me alone." ”

After Shen Wanqiu looked at it for a long time, he suddenly realized that the "self" standing in front of him was no one else, it was the Dingzhen Demon Monarch who was good at "returning the other man's body with his own way", and after having a little bottom in his heart, he smiled and said: "It turned out to be Zhang Dingzhen Zhang Demon Monarch, I almost couldn't recognize it." Don't forget, we used to work for the same demons, born and died together, and had a lifelong friendship. And now you are going to be my enemy for an unrelated person?"

The True Demon Lord snorted disdainfully, and replied: "Don't be there to set it closely, your traitorous behavior is the most shameful of our demon clan, you are embarrassed to mention the original matter, I will eradicate your bastard for the Demon Emperor today." ”

Shen Wanqiu spread his hands and shook his head helplessly: "So it seems that you and I will inevitably have a big war." ”

At this time, Sun Yiyang suddenly interjected: "Zhang Mojun, thank you for your kindness to save me." But this is a personal vendetta between me and him, and I hope you will not interfere. ”

The True Demon Monarch suddenly said angrily: "Don't be amorous there, I'm not here to save you." I said, I want to get rid of this traitor for the Demon Emperor, if you help him, I will kill you like you. ”

The True Demon Lord is arrogant and has never taken others seriously. Even if he just mentioned the "Demon Emperor" Blood River, he didn't want to have fellowship, it was just a helpless move forced by the courtesy of the monarch and ministers. However, he was prejudiced against Shen Wanqiu, and he didn't regard this human being as his companion. According to what he said, Shen Wanqiu's betrayal was a matter of time, but other people were obsessed. Now that something has happened, it just meets his wishes, so he found Shen Wanqiu as soon as possible, ready to take this trouble with his own hands.

Seeing the tense appearance of the True Demon Monarch, Shen Wanqiu took a deep breath, and then whispered to Sun Yiyang beside him: "Don't you feel that you owe something to me? Now that the opportunity to make up for your merits has come, if you go and kill him, I will forgive you." ”

Sun Yiyang smiled bitterly and said: "Wanqiu, why do you bother! If I am so unclear about right and wrong, black and white are human beings, why should I exchange you and Sun Changkong in the first place, and bear the pain of separation from father and son alone." Wanqiu, don't embarrass me!"

Shen Wanqiu sneered: "Hehe, speaking of which, you still think that what you did in the past is right! Hey, it seems that I, as a son, is destined to be a tragedy in my life, and I will not end well." ”

When the Dingzhen Demon Monarch heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help frowning, and said secretly: "This Shen Wanqiu is full of tricks, if Sun Yiyang is bewitched by him and really becomes my enemy, with one against two, I will definitely be defeated! No, while the two of them have not reached a unified opinion, they must get rid of Shen Wanqiu's scourge as soon as possible!"

After holding up his mind, the Dingzhen Demon Lord did not directly expose the killing intention, but smiled indifferently, walked calmly towards the two, and said: "The reunion of father and son is a rare emotional drama, I should congratulate the two." It's just that the situation is forced now, and the enemy is at present, and there is really no way to relax, otherwise I must find a place to celebrate with the two of you. ”

Shen Wanqiu looked at the Dingzhen Demon Monarch in front of him, and knew that this guy must be hiding a trick, so he sneered and chuckled: "Zhang Mojun's kindness, Wanqiu understands it." Just now you threatened to kill me to eliminate the harm of the demon world, but now you have suddenly become so understanding, which is really unacceptable. You don't want to use a delaying tactic to catch me off guard, do you?"

The True Demon Monarch looked up to the sky and laughed: "Shen Wanqiu, what are you, if this Demon Monarch wants to kill you, do you still need to use any stratagems?"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Wanqiu suddenly noticed that a cool breeze was blowing in his face, and the wind was mixed with a little fishy smell, which made people feel uneasy when they smelled it.

"It's not good, it's a hidden weapon, and the hidden weapon is poisonous!"

Shen Wanqiu never expected that the dignified Demon Lord would actually use some despicable and degrading moves, and he also used words as a cover to make his moves silently, which made people completely defenseless. What's more, the hidden weapon itself is an extremely slender miniature silver needle that can only be faintly visible even if it is handed over, which is a few points weaker than a hair, but it is a rather deadly killing weapon. The poison that has been quenched on it is a thing that seals the throat with blood, and it cannot be resisted. Shen Wanqiu, who realized that the situation was dangerous, countless images flashed in his mind, as if he had expected the deadline to come.

"Be careful!"

In the moment of life and death, seeing that Shen Wanqiu was about to fold under those silver needles fluttering in the wind, but at this time, Sun Yiyang, who was already close to the limit of his physical condition, got a strange force out of nowhere, and suddenly jumped up, just in front of Shen, a gust of wind blew, Sun's body trembled slightly, and then a number of delicate and transparent things were revealed on the clothes on his chest. Seeing this, Shen Wanqiu's expression was completely stunned.

"You...... What are you doing!" the True Demon Lord exclaimed urgently.

Sun Yiyang turned his back to the Dingzhen Demon Lord, faced Shen Wanqiu, shook his head slightly, and said, "I owe this child too much, this is what I should do." Wanqiu, can you forgive me now?"

As he spoke, Sun Yiyang bent his knees and immediately fell into Shen Wanqiu's arms, who wanted to reach out to help him in a panic, but unexpectedly his feet slipped, and the two fell to the ground together.

"Hey, you...... You're a Boundary Keeper, so this injury shouldn't help you!"

Shen Wanqiu pulled out the palm that was pressed under Sun Yiyang, but found that his palm was covered with blood. The Silver Hair Needles of the True Demon Lord were so light that if they weren't someone who had cultivated their skills to the Transformation Realm, they wouldn't be able to use them at all, and they would break off immediately when they touched an object. So at this moment, although those silver needles were embedded in Sun Yiyang's body, Shen Wanqiu swiped it with his hand but was not injured at all, and the blood was all from Sun Yiyang's body.

"This ...... This...... I...... You, you get up!"

Shen Wanqiu, who realized the severity of Sun Yiyang's injuries, stretched out his hand to help him up, but unexpectedly, the other party's body was as loose as if there were no bones, and there was no strength in the muscles and flesh. Seeing this situation, the Dingzhen Demon Monarch shook his head helplessly, and said: "Don't waste your efforts, I was hit by my silver needle, and the strength has been transmitted to his eight veins along the tip of the needle, shattering every muscle and vein along the way, and there is no way to return to the sky." ”

Speaking of this, the Dingzhen Demon Monarch simply turned away, not wanting to see Sun Yiyang's dying appearance. And everything that happened here, Sun Changkong, who was all staying in place, saw it, not because he didn't want to move, but because the holy edict in his arms was launched, sealing his actions. At this moment, he felt that his body was being invaded by waves of heat, and he was in great pain. But compared to the tragic scene in front of him, it is not worth mentioning at all.

"Dad, is this your decision? I'm not Sun Changkong, I'm Shen Wanqiu. Who the hell am I, who is my father, I, I, I feel so miserable!"

When he was dying, Sun Yiyang's eyes widened, and an unusually bright light flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Wanqiu, my child, do you still hate your father?"

Sun Yiyang stretched out his hand to touch Shen Wanqiu's cheek, but because of the loss of eyesight, he didn't feel any touch, he just shook his palm twice in front of him, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

"Hmmm......"

Shen Wanqiu's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and he didn't know if Sun Yiyang had heard his response, so he put down his hand in a dejected manner, and finally lost his breath and returned to the ruins.