Song Hengjiang quietly looked at the 'Zhuang Chengqian' engraved pattern, the complicated lines, like small flowers, blooming around Song Wanxi.

At this time, Song Wanxi's eyes were slightly closed, and two handfuls of scarlet on her eyebrows were the blood of 'Zhuang Chengqian'.

He always knew how much his sister loved Zhuang Chengqian.

After falling into the demon, Wanxi has not closed her eyes for two hundred and eighteen years, is it because she senses Zhuang Chengqian, so she can sleep peacefully?

Now Zhuang Chengqian, who looks like a handsome young man, looks very unaccustomed to it.

He is still more accustomed to the ugly and heroic Zhuang Chengqian.

Yes. In his impression, Zhuang Chengqian has both the heroism of "befriending the five heroes" for the chivalrous man, and the ruthlessness of the general's indifference to life and death.

Zhuang Chengqian is neither as majestic as the Zhuang history books, nor as despicable as the Yongguo people.

He is a complex and three-dimensional character.

But for Song Hengjiang, the righteous brother.

No matter how cruel Zhuang Chengqian is to others, no matter how the world evaluates Zhuang Chengqian. At least for the Qingjiang Shui tribe and Song Hengjiang, Zhuang Chengqian has always made a full gesture.

As he said when he confronted Zhuang Gaoxian, when Zhuang Chengqian was still there, he came to Qingjiang Shuifu, never brought a soldier or a pawn, never performed the gift of a brother and a brother, and never had a high-spirited attitude. This is true for the time to come, and it is also true for the time of king.

Song Wanxi's death made him have great resentment towards Zhuang Chengqian. But Zhuang Chengqian's sadness and madness at that time couldn't be faked. He even disregarded the stability of the country, and his hand was also his wife's Gu Yi, and he used the entire White Bone Road to bury Song Wanxi. In the end, he also died vigorously in the battle with the White Bone God.

He can't say that Zhuang Chengqian didn't do his best and didn't atone for his sins.

It's just that sometimes creation makes people, and about the will of God does not make it beautiful for a long time.

"It's a lot like a waterweed. Song Hengjiang looked at the formation that was gradually taking shape.

In the legend of the aquarium, the day when the waterweed flowers bloomed on the water, the drift was at the end of the road.

It was a beautiful vision, the displaced water tribes, longing for a river to live in, and they didn't want to wander around anymore.

Of course Zhuang Chengqian knew this legend, and he didn't know how many times he heard Song Wanxi say it.

So his voice was astringent: "Wanxi will be back soon, we can reunite......"

No one knows how much of his grief is true and how much is false. Maybe even he couldn't tell the difference!

But the end of the wandering is not necessarily stability, it may also be ...... It's death.

The pattern is completely formed.

Like a sea of red flowers, Song Wanxi, whose eyes were closed, surrounded it.

Song Hengjiang slowly half-squatted down and reached out to hold her hand.

It's cold and biting.

He murmured, "It's like the weeds are in full bloom, and I'm back to my hometown." ”

The branch of Qingjiang Water Triumph was not originally in Qingjiang. It was after a long migration that I came here. But even for Song Hengjiang, the so-called memory of his hometown is too far away.

Only the happy time when I was young and frolicking with my sister is like in front of me.

He slowly closed his eyes, his soul left his body, and he followed the secret method described by Zhuang Chengqian, pushed away the demonic qi, and escaped into Song Wanxi's Yuan Shen Sea.

'Zhuang Chengqian' knelt on the side and said with tears in his eyes: "Big brother......"

Before the divine soul completely entered Song Wanxi's Yuan Shenhai and demonized itself, Song Hengjiang left the last divine thoughts.

"Brother Wei handed over Wanxi to you for the last time and take care of her......"

"Brother......" 'Zhuang Chengqian' burst into tears: "Please rest assured." This time, I ......"

His voice was sad, his expression was sad.

But his hand was so steady, one hand covered Song Wanxi's eyes, as if he couldn't bear to let her see the tragic image, and the other hand was directly like a knife!

Direct, crisp, ruthless.

Song Hengjiang's detached body was directly beheaded, and he fell to the ground in the blood of the hurricane.

At this time, Song Hengjiang, who was deep in Song Wanxi's Yuan Shen Sea and was demonizing himself, of course also sensed that something was wrong, and rushed out with a huge force.

But he hit the invisible barrier and fell back into the blood-colored Yuan Shenhai.

Zhuang Chengqian pressed a seal on Song Wanxi's eyebrows to stop Song Hengjiang's resistance.

His current strength may not be able to suppress Song Hengjiang's divine soul.

But borrowing Song Wanxi's demon body as a cage is feasible enough.

Back then, the three of them explored this ancient demon cave together, and each gained something. Song Hengjiang was later able to guide Song Wanxi into the devil and keep her alive. Zhuang Chengqian's income, in fact, is more!

It's just that I haven't had much chance to show it.

After cutting off Song Hengjiang's physical body's support for the divine soul, 'Zhuang Chengqian' stretched out his left hand and hung it on Song Wanxi's face.

A slight stroke of the index finger of the right hand on the left wrist caused the blood to flow in an instant!

The blood flowed more and more, and it flowed more and more rapidly.

It's hard to imagine that there is so much blood on a person's body, as if it is inexhaustible.

Zhuang Chengqian kept destroying the potential of this body in order to turn more blood into it.

The surging river of blood covered Song Wanxi and wrapped her into a bloody person.

The blood flow rolls, faintly highlighting all kinds of strange patterns, crawling like bloody insects.

Zhuang Chengqian wants more than Jiang Wang imagined!

He didn't just want to kill Song Hengjiang and put an end to future troubles. And he wants to take Song Hengjiang's soul and Song Wanxi's demon body to complete his true vision together.

After suddenly seeing Song Hengjiang return to the underwater demon cave, he immediately gave birth to the idea!

Song Wanxi has the posture of a true demon, and Song Hengjiang has the soul of a peak god. Refine them in one place, and you will have a chance to become a blood puppet true demon.

A blood golem with true demonic combat power, but completely controlled by him!

The Blood Golem True Demon was a product that only existed in his imagination, but he was confident enough to do it.

At that time, when he fully grasps Jiang Wang's body and recovers his real cultivation back then, he will have the two major real combat powers, and he will truly be better than before.

His face grew paler and paler as the blood flowed, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The blood flowed and coagulated, forming a strange and evil blood coffin.

Song Wanxi always lay silently in it, Song Hengjiang's divine soul was shackled in the primordial god sea of this demon body, and it would soon be transformed by demonic energy.

When this blood coffin is completely stabilized and the coffin is uncovered, it is the time when the blood puppet true demon is born.

All went well, and as it had done countless times in the past, 'Zhuang Chengqian' was ready for his victory.

At this time, he found that the wound on his wrist was glowing white.

"What is this?"

The murmur in the inner mansion finally became clear, and the voice murmured - "The flesh is born of white bones, and the soul is ...... rotten body"

The wound on the wrist began to heal.

'Zhuang Chengqian' changed his face instantly: "Flesh Soul Rejuvenation Technique!"

Rumble!

It was as if some ancient passage had been opened.

An overwhelming force has descended on the world.

Squeeze into this long-abandoned ancient demon cave.

A voice of indifference, without any emotion, descended here.

"Zhuang Chengqian!"