Zhu Huang, who had a painful and crazy expression on his face, turned from a muscular beast to ashes all over the ground in full view of everyone. This kind of terrifying scene, even the cultivators of the "Hidden Dragon Yuan" and the "Yan Dao" who were accustomed to life and death were all terrified and frightened with uneasy expressions on their faces - such a strange and silent and painful way of dying, but the middle-aged man just clicked a few fingers at random to cause such a terrifying effect.

In the Witch Sect, in addition to inviting the ancestral witch to attack with pure brute force and various ancestral witch methods behind him, when did there be such a terrible killing method that even Gu Dao would sigh at himself?

Witnessing the death of the leader of the "Criminal Soldiers" organization on the spot, Ying Xingtian, who was the leader of the "Qianlong Yuan", and the leader of the "Yan Dao", two leaders of the Chinese cultivator world with equal status, felt more strongly than other cultivators.

Even if they had always been in a hostile state before, this guy must not have any good intentions when he sneaked into the ruins of Wucheng, but the two of them still couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation in their hearts.

Only the witch soldier who was standing alone on the other side of the long street was Yan Yan, but his brows furrowed tightly when he looked at the middle-aged man pointing out a few fingers casually, and the crimson brilliance that "burned" on Zhu Huang's body.

He had only recovered his mind for a short time, although his memories were still sometimes chaotic and sometimes clear, and many times he couldn't even distinguish between reality and illusion. But seeing the tragic situation that happened to Zhu Huang made him feel a sense of déjà vu.

And more importantly......

"In December of the second year of the emperor's reign, what does this king's death have to do with you?" Wan Yan quickly threw this sense of déjà vu out of his mind, and focused all his attention on the sentence mentioned by the middle-aged man: "Why do you say that after that night, it is doomed to the end of the failure of the hundreds of grandmasters of the Wumen?!"

"Did I say that?"

The latter stood in front of the ashes that Zhu Huang had turned into at this moment, raised his hand to connect the twelve handprints and twelve fingerprints, and "rolled" a stream of extremely pure crimson brilliance from the ground like a long whale absorbing water, and sent it straight into the small building behind him. Hearing this, he looked back at Wan Yan Yan with some surprise: "Hmm, it may be that I accidentally slipped my mouth." But what I said is not wrong at all, it was what happened on the night of December of the second year of the emperor's reign that doomed the defeat of the ancestors of the Wumen Zhongxing. ”

"So, my dead emperor has something to do with everything that is happening right now?"

- No matter when, when the word "Huang'er" is spoken, Wan Yan's face can't help but twist, and in addition to anger, there is more deep sadness - it hurts so much that even outsiders such as Yingxing Tianji Yiming will temporarily forget the situation at this moment and be infected by this extremely sad emotion.

It has nothing to do with status, nor does it depend on the inheritance of the royal family of the Jin Dynasty.

It's just a grief that can never be dissolved by the loss of his beloved father.

Faced with this question, the smile on the middle-aged man's face gradually faded, and he stood in place for a moment before he suddenly rubbed his eyebrows and asked softly: "After the death of Prince Yingzhuo, you have lived seven years of indulging in alcohol, immorality, and indiscriminate drinking. After being assassinated in the ninth year of the emperor's reign, he experienced countless pains, and his mind was refined into what it is now, and nearly a thousand years have passed...... Is that little baby who was only 10 months old really so important to you?"

Does it matter?

After finishing his face, there were twelve square inch formation phantoms on his limbs and torso, and the whole person seemed to be under tremendous pressure all the time - being "lived" on him by the entire Witch City in a strange form, even with his top Grandmaster Realm strength, he could almost collapse at any time and his consciousness would be wiped out.

But his attention was never on this, just staring at the middle-aged man seriously: "Have you ever been a father?"

The latter shook his head slowly.

"So you don't understand the painful feeling of a father when he loses a beloved child. Ten months, half a year...... Even for just one day, the feeling of being deeply dependent on people by blood is a feeling that people who have never been parents can never experience. ”

"So whether it's seven years or a thousand years, whether I'm the emperor of the Jin Dynasty or a 'witch soldier' that has been refined, what the witch sect has done to my emperor...... It will never be revealed. As he spoke, the heavy killing intent once again escaped from him, condensing into several black-gray clouds outside the blue brilliance: "As long as you find the culprit, even if you fight everything...... I will also tear off their skin layer by layer, bite off the meat piece by piece, and swallow it, and tear out the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys and chew it up......"

He didn't even deliberately accentuate the tone of the last few sentences, but just narrated them in a bland manner. But such a calm tone without waves made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

No one doubted that if the culprit stood in front of him, this Jin Xizong would not be able to do everything he said.

Only the deep love that is as vast as the sea will bring this hatred that seeps into the bone marrow.

The middle-aged man was silent again for a long time.

Even the brilliance where Zhu Famine used to be on the surface completely poured into the two-story building of the "City History Museum", and the light of the entire city began to change slightly. He just looked at Yan Yan quietly, and only sighed lightly after a long time: "Your revenge has been avenged hundreds of years ago...... Hundreds of Witch Dao Grandmasters and more than a dozen top Grandmaster Realms were directly killed by me in this Witch City. And this time, even the leader of the 'criminal soldiers' who has been inherited from the Wumen for seven or eight generations is also dead, so is it a big revenge?"

"Wouldn't it make your death more peaceful?"

Wan Yan's expression was touched, and the substantiated condensation killing intent around his body began to fade away, but there was still a thick doubt in his eyes: "Who are you, and why does all this seem to have something to do with you? In the past thousand years in Wucheng, we should have seen you many times...... If you're just an ordinary witch cultivator, why can you survive for so long like me?"

That's right.

Next to him, Tianji Yiming and the others looked moved, and they all looked at the middle-aged man with a mysterious origin.

- Wan Yan can still be "alive" after nearly a thousand years, because he himself is a witch soldier who was refined by the ancestors of the Wumen Zhongxing back then, and it cannot be counted as a real life in terms of body and spirit.

So what is the situation with this middle-aged man?

At the same time, the former, who was everyone's attention, always looked at Wan Yan quietly and looked at each other, with a look of hesitation on his face, until a long time later, he sighed softly: "Before refining you, the first experiment of the Witch Sect Masters in the world to try to produce 'Witch Soldiers' was me. ”

"Although this body is not the one refined by my hundreds of senior brothers back then, the accumulation of the entire Wumen for so long back then has made me immortal, and I have survived nearly a thousand years. ”

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself all the time. ”

He turned his head to look at Ying Xingtian, Ji Yiming, Ou Haichao and others nearby, and glanced around at the members of the "Hidden Dragon Yuan" Ruins Exploration Department dozens of meters away, and only turned his back to the witch soldier Wan Yan Yan behind him: "Before I was refined into a witch soldier by the Witch Sect Masters, the name of my last body was 'Wan Yan Ji'an'. ”

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A test tube was fused with the blood of anticoagulants, which happened to coat all the fine formations on the entire abbreviated version of "Wudao Evergreen Array". As for the three grooves at the core of the formation, Yan Siguang thought for a moment and then inlaid a top-grade Baoshan Nanhong, a pure and flawless East China Sea crystal bead, and a pure blue turquoise of Shiyan Yungai Temple.

"Although it's definitely not as good as that guy's use of human lives and the body of the top Grandmaster Realm to fill in, but before that, I should be able to try to snatch control first, right?" Although the black fat man was not at the scene, he could guess the situation over there just by observing the changes in the twelve cyan brilliances of the dome above and the aura in the entire Witch City: "Coupled with the bloodline of the Yellow Emperor, the success rate should be at least seventy percent or more." ”

"It's a pity it's too far away, and I want to see that guy think he has everything under control...... In the end, Lao Tzu casually snatched away the final control. He lightly pressed his fingers on the three gems at the core of the formation, and the few remaining internal breath qi and blood in his body gushed out, causing all the surrounding formations to light up with a soft cyan brilliance.

Different from the abbreviated version of "Wudao Evergreen Array" that was depicted on the second floor of the "City History Museum", the light arranged by Yan Siguang was not only softer in color, but also had a little bit of brilliance on each formation - the same as the stars that were suspended to form Yan Ji'an's body in the countless large and small life formations in the entire Witch City before.

After fiddling with all this, Yan Siguang stood up straight and moved his hands and feet for a while, although the meridians were faintly painful, and the muscles on his body were also sore, and he almost felt that he might fall down at any time when he stood in place.

However, the chief scientist of Qianlong Yuan obviously did not pay attention to it at the moment, even if he didn't pay attention to the abbreviated version of the "Wudao Evergreen Array" flashing on the ground for the time being, his fingers still kept flicking the simple calculation of the mover - as a formation master, with Yan Siguang's attainments, it is naturally impossible to rely only on the 36 threads of the modern science level in CORE I9, and his own computing power is also well-deserved to be among the top in the world.

Originally, he was just calculating with a relaxed attitude, but after a few flicks of his fingers, Yan Siguang's face suddenly changed, and he repeated the action again in disbelief: "What's going on? Why is the success rate so low?!"

His brows furrowed tightly, and he didn't care about moving his stiff body, and quickly grabbed the laptop next to him and re-entered a long list of instructions, showing the graphics to the screen lock and a long string of dense data next to him, and his fingers typed hundreds of complex instructions on the keyboard at a faster speed: "There must be something wrong, my previous calculation can't be wrong!"

"Even if all the three formation cores have sacrifices, after analyzing the most basic principles and in-depth deconstruction of the "Wudao Evergreen Array", that guy can't have a success rate so much higher than me, right?!"

If you want to do this, you can make a ghost, and go directly to the formation site to follow the winning boss Ji Yiming and send them to death together.

The speed of his hand was nearly thirty percent faster than before, and he almost grinded out a burst of green smoke on the keyboard during the dance of his ten fingers, and maintained a high speed beyond the limit for more than ten seconds before finally stopping his hand movements.

"Is that so? Bloodline ......"

The black fat man lifted his glasses, and his eyes flashed with a silky light, and he quickly raised his wrist to wake up the smart watch, and considered the communication number of Niu Qixiong who was directly connected after a while: "Please! Don't be blocked from the signal!

The logo representing the communication signal on the dial flickered a few times, and finally under his nervous gaze...... From red to green.