Jiang Chen gently pushed open the door, only to see that the room was damp and dim, and a strong stench came to his face, causing his skin to tingle slightly—although the sense of smell was closed, the stench was almost condensed into substance, directly penetrating into the pores, and even the sense of touch was deeply affected. If another person pushes the door, I'm afraid I'll faint on the spot.

Jiang Chen endured the discomfort and saw Chu Huaiqiu lying on his back on the ground with blank eyes, a large piece of wet liquid under him, I don't know if it was wine or urine.

Although his consciousness was no longer very clear, Chu Huaiqiu was still holding a brown puppet tightly in his hand, Jiang Chen only glanced at it, and he noticed that there was an extremely strange and eerie smell left on the puppet, which made people's scalps tingle.

"Young Master Chu, are you okay?" Jiang Chen asked politely, not expecting him to answer.

Chu Huaiqiu let out a beast-like gasp sound in his throat, and he didn't move, as if he had lost his soul.

Jiang Chen reached out to take the puppet, and was just about to touch its head, when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and he felt a sense of inappropriateness.

He withdrew his hand, looked around, found a hosta, inserted it into the hole in the puppet's eye, and picked it up.

As he did this, he faintly heard a terrible and sharp howl in his ears, which still gave him goosebumps across the space.

The puppet's eye hole looks bottomless, and it seems that there is a hidden space hidden inside.

Jiang Chen raised the hosta high, which should have been pushed to the top of the puppet's head, but it was empty.

Seeing the puppet slowly sliding towards his fingers, he didn't dare to let this evil thing touch him, his fingers moved slightly, and he pressed the hosta down, maintaining a delicate balance, and stood up straight.

Jiang Chen glanced down at Chu Huaiqiu again, and found that he was staring at him with both eyes, and seemed to have regained his consciousness. But there was a strange light in his eyes, as if he was full of murderous intent towards himself, but he was suppressed by more fear and did not dare to act rashly.

"Young Master Chu, do you have something to say to me?" Jiang Chen asked softly.

Chu Huaiqiu didn't make a sound, just looked at him with that kind of bewitching eyes.

Jiang Chen looked at him for a moment and said, "You're tired, rest." ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of the house.

Just after Jiang Chen turned around, the expression on Chu Huaiqiu's face changed suddenly.

He stretched out his right hand suddenly, not like he was about to sneak attack, but like he was crying for help.

He opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to shout something, but he immediately closed it.

It seemed that an invisible force was manipulating him, making his movements at the moment contradict himself, and finally watched Jiang Chen walk out of the door, with only an incomparably hideous and distorted expression on his face, and complete despair in his pupils.

Jiang Chen was not unaware of what was happening behind him, but he didn't want to look back.

For Jiang Chen, whether Chu Huaiqiu is normal now, or even whether he is still himself, is actually not that important. There is only one important thing - this skin named Chu Huaiqiu will die under Gong Yongrui's sword at the appointed time.

Four Martial Saints will witness this battle, which has been scripted.

The ending is doomed, no one can rewrite it, the gods and Buddhas, demons and monsters, no one can!

Jiang Chen walked down the stairs, holding the puppet with a hosta in his hand, without shaking at all. With the skill of a kendo master, it is not difficult to do this, even if it is leaping and climbing in the mountains and forests.

But he saw that the walls on both sides were affected by an invisible force, fading, cracking, weathering, and peeling off in pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were experiencing an apocalyptic catastrophe.

He immediately quickened his pace, rushed out of the attic, turned the corridor, saw the Blood Emperor Zun who was still in the courtyard, and shouted happily: "Old Jiang, this gadget is given to you!" ”

With a flick of his wrist, the puppet drew an arc and landed precisely towards the Blood Emperor's hand.

The black eagle hovering in mid-air seemed to be frightened, screamed strangely, flapped its wings and flew higher.

The Blood Emperor Zun didn't care, and with a slight lift of his palm, the flying puppet was held up by a ball of true qi and suspended in front of him.

"In the battle of Osan back then, although I cut off the sacrificial channel of the Tibetan Void Evil God, I could not completely exterminate him, but fortunately, Lin Wuwu helped me to suppress him outside the domain. In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years have passed......"

This supreme swordsman who once dominated the sand dunes revealed a trace of nostalgia in Xiao Suo's tone.

Jiang Chen naturally couldn't comprehend his vicissitudes of life, and only followed his words and said, "Now that more than two hundred years have passed, has that Hidden Void Evil God resurrected again?" But I saw that your old man just now, it scared him enough! ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable said indifferently: "I can only stop him for a while, but I can't stop him for a lifetime." In today's world, although there are many masters, there is no one who is proficient in demon subjugation methods like Lin Wuwu. ”

"Isn't there still Zhang Manqing? This kind of heavy responsibility of fighting against the evil gods and saving the common people will be handed over to him, and we little people can just live their own lives. ”

"I've met Zhang Manqing." The Blood Emperor Zun's sleeve robe swung, put away the puppet, took a step forward with his hand, and slowly shook his head, "He is not as good as Lin Wuwu." ”

"Zhang Manqing can't do it?" Jiang Chen was very surprised, "Then you can only rely on the Heavenly Sword to make a move?" ”

"Heavenly Sword?" The Blood Emperor Venerable snorted lightly, "Do you believe that the Heavenly Sword really exists?" ”

Jiang Chen's surprise was even more extraordinary: "You mean, the Heavenly Sword doesn't exist?" Impossible! Didn't Yin Chicheng die at the hands of the Heavenly Sword back then? ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable looked at the night and said leisurely: "Back then, when my swordsmanship was just beginning, I traveled all over the Endless Dead Sea, the Nine Wolves Hongmeng, and reached the edge of the world, but I didn't find any trace of the Heavenly Sword. At that time, I was thinking, could the so-called war of silence and the reopening of the earth, water, fire and wind be a hoax? ”

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"Scam?"

"I told Lin Wuwu about this, and he, like me, doubted the existence of the Heavenly Sword." Blood Emperor Venerable turned his head, saw Jiang Chen's confused expression, smiled slightly, and said, "However, for you, this is a very distant question. ”

Jiang Chen's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. He thought, if the Heavenly Sword was not there, where did Yin Chicheng, who was born out of nowhere, come from? What is the purpose of the five-year trial in the sky? Where did Liu Xiao, who participated in the trial, go?

The legendary eleventh realm "Yuan Zhen", is it fake?

He really couldn't believe that the Supreme Sword, which people had praised and believed in for thousands of years, had never existed!

But looking at the expression of the Blood Emperor, his determination and self-confidence shook Jiang Chen's mind again.

In fact...... Does the Heavenly Sword exist or not, and what does it have to do with me? I just think that if this inference is true, a lot of perceptions will be subverted, a lot of history will be overturned, and a lot of facts will not be explained...... But, does it have anything to do with me?

"Compared to the Heavenly Sword, the Hidden Sky Evil God is more worthy of vigilance." The Blood Emperor Venerable said slowly, "More than two hundred years ago, when the Hidden Sky Evil God invaded for the first time, no one noticed how terrifying it was. Even those who founded the sect in His name did not expect that the wood-carved totems, which were originally just used to fool the people and collect money, would come to life and become a real god after the incense sacrifice. Although it is known as a god, it is cunning, vicious, and weird, and it is much better than demons. After the First World War of Oshan, although this cult of evil gods was destroyed, it did not die, and its followers were scattered all over the place, and it developed into a large and small secret organization. I've heard that it wasn't until nearly a hundred years ago that this sect reappeared in a different guise, called the Nether Cult, and that your father-in-law had dealt with them. ”

"That's right, there is a Netherworld Sect that was destroyed by the Lin family more than ten years ago. The chief and deputy sect leaders were all executed in public, and their heads hung at the gates of the city for three days. ”

"In this way, the Lin family has started the crooked brains of the Tibetan Sky Realm again." There seemed to be sarcasm on the face of the Blood Emperor.

Jiang Chen asked, "How do you say this?" ”

"I heard that there is a guy who claims to be a saint who died under the claws of Yang Mink."

Jiang Chen smiled: "That was a hundred years ago. ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable said lightly: "A hundred years, is it a long time?" ”

For an old monster like you, of course...... Jiang Chen said while scolding: "It's not long." He added, "It's not too short, is it?" ”

A cold luster flashed in the eyes of the Blood Emperor Venerable: "For a behemoth like the Lin family, a hundred years of layout is just the beginning!" ”

"It's too big, isn't it?" Jiang Chen exclaimed.

"To the Hidden Sky Evil God, this is nothing." The Blood Emperor Venerable said coldly, and the mockery in his words became more and more obvious, "If it weren't for generation after generation of people playing with fire and self-immolation, it would really not be easy to destroy a family like the Lin family. ”

Jiang Chen remembered the Jiuyao Cold Spear that slaughtered an entire demon army outside Haoqi City that day, and nodded in agreement. The ultimate weapon of the Seven Great Families is something that no ordinary person can resist without fear of any invasion from outside, but it is another matter to disintegrate from within.

He glanced at the Blood Emperor Venerable, and a whim occurred in his heart, and asked, "Old Jiang, have you ever fought with the Wei family's guardian heroic spirit?" ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable seemed to see what he was thinking, first shook his head, and then sneered: "The Wei family's battle spirit combines the power of hundreds of peerless powerhouses throughout the ages, even when I was at my peak, I never thought of fighting them single-handedly. ”

"Not even you......" Jiang Chen sighed disappointedly, "It seems that it is not easy to break the order of the old world. ”

"Otherwise, the Seven Great Families would not be able to stand for a thousand years." At this point, the Blood Emperor Venerable's tone changed, "However, if you just want to occupy a place and become a powerful party, there is still a lot of hope." ”

Jiang Chen said: "All the fertile land in the world has its original owner, what if I occupy one side and someone else comes to the door?" ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable said lightly: "Just drive it away." ”

"What if the ultimate weapon comes to you?"

"It's not that easy." The Blood Emperor Zun put his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "The Wei family's war spirit is subject to many restrictions, and rarely leaves the ancestral temple, and it cannot be used unless it is a matter of life and death, and you don't have that much face." ”

"But how do I remember......" Jiang Chen suddenly frowned, "Old Jiang, old Jiang, why do I feel that you are instigating me to participate in the power struggle?" ”

"Is there any other way for you to go? The Elysium of the Futu Sect and the millions of monks and soldiers are not something that can be resisted by a few masters. If I were you, I would use this city as a foundation now, conquer people's hearts, recruit troops, forge allies, and divide one side. There was a sense of coldness and cruelty in the Blood Emperor's tone, as if it was also infected with a trace of past killing and blood.

But when he turned around and stared at Jiang Chen, the coldness that suddenly rose slowly dissipated, "Only in this way, when facing Shi Futu, will you have a glimmer of life." ”

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, slowly avoiding the gaze of the Blood Emperor, and after a while, he sighed in a low voice: "This place is too small for me to use." ”

The Blood Emperor Venerable said in a tone without any ups and downs: "Don't let worldly love wear out your sharpness. Shi Futu will return at any time, and if you are still so cowardly, there will only be one ending. ”

Jiang Chen's heart was slightly cold, straightened his body, and said, "I know." ”

In fact, as early as when he was in the Panlong Palace, he had already made up his mind - if he wanted to confront the Futu Sect head-on, he would eventually abandon his personal preferences, join this chaotic chess game in person, and rise and fall in power. Even if you turn your back on your original intention, even if you become the kind of person you once hated, you don't hesitate to do it!

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But for most of his life, he has been accustomed to going with the flow, and it doesn't happen overnight that he wants to really turn his mind, adjust his posture, and find an opportunity to join the game.

The words of the Blood Emperor Venerable were undoubtedly an urge and a warning.

Perhaps, even he didn't realize that he was consciously or unconsciously avoiding something......

Jiang Chen returned to the room with a heavy heart, and lay on the bed with his clothes, not closing his eyes for a long time.

The next day, he closed his door, did not eat or drink, but meditated in his room, refusing to see any visitors.

On the third day, when dawn broke, he awoke from his meditation, refreshed, washed up a little, and went out to the ruins of a small collapsed building.

Today has come to the day agreed between Gong Yongrui and Chu Huaiqiu.

Gong Yongrui waited in front of the ruins early. He hadn't slept all night, but his face wasn't half tired, his eyes were shining, and his breathing was a little rapid with excitement.

Chu Huaiqiu did not arrive for a long time.

The audience came one after another, and even Shangguan Yue quietly stood in the corner, still not seeing the other protagonist.

Jiang Chen waved his hand and ordered Xue Jingang to go and urge.

After waiting for another long time, Xue Jingang scolded and carried one person over.

As soon as he threw the man into the field, he jumped away in a hurry, slapped his shirt vigorously, and shouted in his mouth: "Bad luck! ”

People looked at that person, and they almost couldn't believe that this unkempt, street beggar-like guy was the personable and dignified Chu Gongzi at the beginning.

Immediately, a strong stench permeated from Chu Huaiqiu's body and spread to everyone's noses, causing them to frown.

An Yunsleeve and Chu Chu hurriedly dodged far away, Jiang Chen had already closed his sense of smell knowingly, and even Shangguan Yue in the corner covered his mouth and nose, and there was a little more disgust in his complicated eyes.

"How long has this guy not showered?" An Yunsleeve complained loudly.

"I haven't taken a bath for half a month, and I don't stink like this kid!" Xue Jingang said proudly.

An Yunsleeve glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he moved a few steps to the other side.

The little Taoist Yuyin stared at Chu Huaiqiu with a solemn expression: "I don't know why, Poor Dao feels that there is an evil spirit in this Chu Shishi. ”

"I think it's the smell of alcohol!" Xue Jingang said loudly, "This kid saw Jiang Shaoxia coming back, and knew that he was dead, he must have been drunk in the past few days, and his and urine were not clear, so he would stink like this!" ”

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