Chapter Ninety-Seven: Hate, Hate

At the age of sixteen, he killed his entire family, and even killed his infant nephew and his own parents without changing his face, and at the age of twenty, he slaughtered the city alone, stepping on thousands of bones, just to find an opportunity to step into the demon realm of gods and demons. How could such a terrible person, whose life was full of blood, be so kind and humble as he saw in his own www.biquge.info? The strongest person in Jinmeng, who has countless followers in Jinmeng, is one of the few Yuan Sages in the world, and how can he really be so humble in the face of Jingyang, deep down?

In this meeting, from the moment he knew that the operator behind it was Xie Jiahao, and possibly the great prime minister Tang Xi, he never thought that he would be in a safe place, but he still did it resolutely. The question of whether he is afraid of death or not, Jingyang has considered it more than once, when it comes to the degree of danger, his identity is already doomed, his life cannot be peaceful and peaceful, in this case, why should he be afraid of danger or not?

Jing Yang shook his head without changing his face, stared at a burning tree trunk, and said: "Of course I was worried, but if I only do things that I am 100% sure of, I am afraid that it will be difficult to do anything in this life." ”

"Well said. ”

Hearing this, the skull suddenly changed again, and an old man who was only covered by rags, with countless wrinkles on his face, and his bare skin was as loose as soft mud, holding a pale yellow wooden staff, appeared in front of Jingyang.

The old man's feet were steaming gray, and his feet were also dark gray, as if he was infected with a serious illness, and as if he was haunted by evil magic, just seeing these feet was enough to make people frown.

Jingyang understands that what appears in front of him now is the same fantasy as the skull just now, or a real image, but it is not a real person, it is also a witchcraft method, and it is still just a consciousness. However, such a clever method, even he has only heard of it, but has not seen it. When I saw it today, my heart couldn't help but tremble. Witchcraft and Zhongzhou martial arts are really very different, and it is no wonder that Emperor Shenwu is almost obsessed with the "Yuqi Menopause" of the Jinmeng royal family derived from witchcraft.

Jingyang had never seen Xie Jiahao, nor did he know his appearance, but when he saw this old man who had transformed into an old man, he knew that this should be Xie Jiahao's own appearance.

He bowed to Xie Jiahao to show his respect.

Maybe he is really a demon who does all kinds of evil, maybe he really kills people without blinking, slaughters the city with a snap of his fingers, and smells of blood, but it is undeniable that he, like Tang Xi, has a much greater significance to Jinmeng than the significance of Gongyi Caiyao or the eldest princess or the Sky Splitting Hammer Dai Tao to the Wu Dynasty. Therefore, this respect also comes from sincerity.

In the face of one of the strongest people in the world, he is in awe from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, he also has a trace of emotion, because no matter how great and terrible a person is, he can't resist time.

Everything will eventually turn to dust, it seems that Xie Jiahao himself also thought of this, looked at the vast sea of fire, and sighed: "Emperor Shenwu is bent on unifying the world, and regards the covenant of Liangcheng ten years ago as nothing, Jin Meng will naturally not sit still anymore, and the old man does not have much time, so he has this move, which is ruthless, and I hope His Royal Highness will forgive me." After speaking, he turned around and bowed slightly to Jingyang.

Jingyang pursed his lips, didn't speak for the first time, only felt that his back was really cold.

Where is it so easy to do, if it can, where will there be Xuan Jingyang standing here.

His eyes fell on the young man behind Xie Jiahao, the originally majestic black-armored young man was now no different from the dead corpse, the pierced chest, the body burned by the flames, but Jingyang still couldn't forget that under the starry sky, the shot that cut off Peng Ling's life.

The girl who is so strong, simple, not arrogant or impatient, is eager to prove herself to the sect, is bent on entering the Nine Swords Gate to realize the wish of the sect, does not have the slightest reservation to show herself on the road, humbly and gently asks for advice to herself, and vents her dissatisfaction to herself after her impulse, she did not realize her wish, and she can't even live well, and falls into a pool of blood in the dispute between Jinmeng and Wu Dynasty.

Jingyang's fists clenched together.

He didn't choose to come to see Xie Jiahao, he could choose to stand silently on the side, watching Jin Mengwu break the net of the fish, but he didn't, he came here, under the cover of the barrier that was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the power of the Nine Swords Gate, he held the real dragon sword in his hand, and faced the most terrifying national teacher in Jinmeng, just because, he really wanted revenge.

"He's dead?"

Xie Jiahao turned his head to look, shook his head and said, "I still think about him, and his life is still a thread." ”

Jing Yang looked at Xie Jiahao and said, "Your consciousness must be placed on him, if he dies, can your consciousness still exist?"

Xie Jiahao knew what he was thinking, and said: "No, it doesn't have to, it's just that I can enter the Hangu Forest by him, and I also use my body to do things." ”

Jingyang sneered and said, "At the cost of his own life, to kill the genius of Zhongzhou, Jinmeng really has no shortage of warriors." ”

Xie Jiahao also smiled, his unclothed ragged robe fluttered with the heat wave, and said: "Your Highness jumped into the Wu Dynasty by himself, and openly provoked the Supervision Department under the eyes of everyone, and I am not worried that the eyes of the Wu Dynasty will focus on you too much to see through the identity of His Highness, and His Highness is a true warrior." ”

Bowing his head and saying nothing, Jing Yang stared at the sword in his hand, and suddenly the thin pale golden vitality in the dantian suddenly swayed, and the true dragon sword in his hand pointed forward.

The hair on Jingyang's shoulders suddenly broke a few strands, flew upwards in the heat, and then fluttered down. A sharp sword intent had already penetrated the air, piercing Xie Jiahao's bare shoulder, and finally stabbing at the throat of the black-armored young man.

The head was severed, like a fallen tree stump.

The last of its life is also completely gone.

Xie Jiahao's body shook slightly, and there was still a faint smile on his face, and he praised: "Your Highness has already been in the Yunyuan Realm. ”

Jing Yang put down the raised True Dragon Sword, shook his head and said, "Realm, if you understand it, you have arrived." ”

Xie Jiahao slowly bowed his head. When the realm is understood, it is here, and he has stayed in the Yuan Sheng, for decades, and it is not easy to understand.

Jingyang took out a black iron stone from the package. He bought it at a blacksmith shop in an alley in Falling Valley City, and it was originally used to cover up surprises during battle, but what he didn't expect was that it could now be used to cover up the fact that he had used some of his powers.

Walking to the side of the lying headless corpse, Jingyang injected a trace of vitality into it, and then the iron ball was put down, and he took a few steps back, and after an explosion, the body of the black-armored boy suddenly became a pile of debris.

Witnessing everything Jingyang did, Xie Jiahao always smiled and didn't say a word, like a kind old man, more like a devil with a knife in his smile.

Jingyang returned to his original position again, did not bow down to apologize, did not give any explanation for his behavior just now, and his fingers were still trembling slightly, symbolizing that his anger had not subsided and his anger had not sunk.

It is true that revenge is not about killing the enemy and the hatred can be eliminated.

It was hard for him not to control himself from thinking of the dragon robed emperor in the majestic palace of Hanyi City, and his breathing became heavier and heavier at the thought of this, like a river embankment about to collapse.

"In fact, the old man appeared here, not just because he meant. Looking at Jingyang's reaction, Xie Jiahao suddenly changed his words.

Jingyang also suddenly raised his head.

In the mansion of the prime minister of the gilded city, Tang Xi's heart also mentioned his throat.

Even if he knew that the master's approach was not wrong, if he were the master, he would do the same thing, but he always felt a trace of guilt about Jingyang's fate, especially after the death of the master, such emotions became more and more unable to hide.

Jingyang couldn't see Tang Xi's expression, couldn't guess Tang Xi's mood, he only knew that this prime minister who was born from the common people who had no ancestors in Jinmeng, and a legendary figure comparable to the mighty prime minister of the Wu Dynasty, was much more far-sighted than Xie Jiahao.

He doesn't know much about Jinmeng's history, but he also understands that Jinmeng has been able to stand up to today in the face of unprecedented pressure for thousands of years, and this prime minister has made great contributions. So he bowed to Xie Jiahao again, this one paid more respect, and the object was naturally the character he admired more.

Tang Xi gasped for a few heavy breaths and bowed his head slightly, which was regarded as an invisible return gift.

"If His Highness can really be a friend, it will be a great blessing for Jin Meng. Xie Jiahao lowered his head slightly, like the bow of a lowered ship.

Jingyang pursed his lips and bowed his head, like a slight wave up and down.

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