The news that the eighth princess Ying Zhaojun returned to the imperial city after many years attracted the secret attention of many well-intentioned people, Chang Xi had just walked out of the mansion, and no less than twenty divine thoughts of different strengths and weaknesses were immediately cast around, wanting to dig out some clues from Chang Xi.

Chang Xi didn't have much kung fu to fight with these spies hiding in the shadows, but in order to hide his true strength, he didn't choose to defeat them with the divine thoughts that were already explosive, but just used his divine thoughts to protect himself and paced towards the streets in the distance.

The Eight Princesses' Mansion belongs to the core of the upper aristocratic area in the imperial city, and it should be rarely visited by pedestrians, but today, for some reason, there are many more people wearing linen and filial piety, most of them have serious expressions and hurried looks. Some of the most extravagant beast carts only drove to the edge of the aristocratic district and then stopped and waited, not daring to go any further.

The tradition of paying tribute to the deceased originated in Kyushu and was later learned and used by the demons of the Demon Domain. Chang Xi was not surprised by this, and when he saw a beast cart driver, he stepped forward, pointed to the nobles who wore linen and filial piety, and asked, "Dare to ask Brother Tai if you know what happened, let these powerful people rush to pay their respects in this dress?"

The beast cart driver saw Chang Xi come all the way from the core of the aristocratic area, and naturally regarded Chang Xi as a wealthy son who lived in a simple house, maybe this son was more noble than his own master's identity, and he didn't dare to be a little slack in his words, and responded respectfully: "The son is serious, do you know that the military god Batuohong Tu is the master?"

Hearing the name Batuo Hongtu, the corners of Chang Xi's eyes twitched slightly involuntarily, this old man known as the god of war has been fighting horses all his life, and with the cultivation years of Liangjiazi, he has reached the top of the Divine Journey Realm, and his name has shocked the Demon Domain Kyushu.

Chang Xibai has read a lot of classics and materials about the deeds of this god of war, because if he wants to fulfill his long-cherished wish to win Zhiyu in the future, the god of war Batuo Hongtu is a mountain that cannot be bypassed, and the sooner you understand him, the sooner you can formulate a strategy against him.

It's just that these powerful people wear linen and filial piety, what does it have to do with Batuo Hongtu?

Chang Xi couldn't help but remember that some time ago he was on the top of Zhulu Mountain, and the heart-wrenching feeling that came from the direction of Kyushu without warning made him feel heartbroken, could it be...?!

The coachman lowered his voice, pointed to the other side of the core area of the nobles of the Imperial City, and then withdrew his fingers like an electric shock, as if he was afraid of something, and said: "Lord Batuo Hongtu of the military god has unfortunately fallen on the frontline battlefield of Jiayuguan of the human race, and the Batuo family is doing the final memorial ceremony for the Lord of the military god, and many powerful people have spontaneously gone to pay their respects. ”

Chang Xi's head seemed to explode with thunder in an instant.

The god of war, Batuo Hongtu, has fallen, and this top power of the iQue Realm has died?

I don't know why, when Chang Xi heard this news that should have made him ecstatic, he couldn't feel a little happy in his heart, and the whole person stayed in place like a clay sculpture, but two lines of tears quietly flowed down the corners of his eyes.

The beast cart driver only saw that the handsome boy in front of him couldn't help but cry when he heard the news of the fall of the military god. This is also normal, after all, among the demon clans, who does not respect the military god who stepped on the rivers and lakes to pacify the division of the demon domain? The coachman just wanted to say a few words of relief, but who knew that the boy raised his hand to wipe away his tears, turned around and walked straight to the Batuo Military God Mansion.

The Batuo Military God's Mansion hangs white silk and hangs white lights, which only increases the coldness of late autumn.

Chang Xi happened to be wearing an elegant white robe today, and he didn't look very conspicuous in the crowd who came to pay his respects.

Chang Xi's face was cold, he didn't come to pay respects, he came to verify.

Ba Tuo Hongtu's son Ba Tuo Man is a burly middle-aged man, he is wearing a sackcloth filial piety robe, slowly walked to the front of the crowd, took a deep breath and said: "I, Ba Tuo Man, thank you for being able to go to the house to participate in the memorial ceremony for my father, that is, the current military god Ba Tuo Hong Tu his old man. ”

Tiger father gave birth to a dog, Chang Xi looked coldly at this Ba Tuo Man, who was just a god realm cultivator, he didn't bother to listen to this guy's substandard eulogy, but he still had a hard time pressing his temper, and his intuition told him that there might be gains in the future.

After some unnutritious pale words, Ba Tuoman's tone gradually became excited, and he said with a fanatical face: "My father died in Jiayuguan, his sacrifice is valuable, my father forced the Kunlun Sect Master of the Terran Immortal Dao Alliance into a desperate situation, and that Kunlun Sect Master was no match for my father, and finally resorted to conspiracy and tricks to die with my father, so that a generation of military gods left us like this, and my father returned to the arms of the demon gods!"

Hearing this, Chang Xi's mind was booming, he could no longer grasp the words of this despicable demon clan deliberately smearing the Immortal Dao Alliance, he only heard the extremely harsh words of the Kunlun Sect Master and Batuo Hongtu coming to an end.

Chang Xi's ears roared, and he finally knew why there was such a moment of worry.

On that Kunlun Snow Mountain, the amiable Uncle Ran left like this?

Ran Buyi, the five pillars of the Terran Immortal Dao Alliance, collapsed like this?

You're gone, what should Kunlun do? What should I do with the Immortal Dao Alliance? What should I do with Ran Xiaoxiao?

His eyes were moist, tears wet the corners of his mouth, and the taste of bitterness and heartache filled with it.

He was full of rage, he wanted to simply expose his identity here and kill this powerful man in order to pay tribute to Uncle Ran's spirit in the sky.

He suppressed his anger all his life, but that monstrous hatred became an opportunity for him to break through the late stage of refining the virtual realm, and in just a few breaths, the breath on his body entered the late stage of the refining virtual realm from the middle stage of the refining virtual realm, which was unprecedented and unprecedented.

An incomparably mysterious breath went straight from Shanxi to the sky.

The originally bright clear sky changed as it was said, and the sky quickly sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the raindrops were dripping, and the icy water droplets with the coolness of late autumn were strung along the gaps in the eaves of the atrium of the Military God Mansion, wetting the white lanterns hanging high under the eaves.

Rows of dazzling white lanterns swayed in the wind and rain, and the knots hit the copper-plated edges, gently and gently, and in the sound of the rain, they came out of Xu Yuan, like an elegy.

The icy rain and warm tears flowed down his cheeks, and Chang Xi didn't reach out to wipe them.

Batuo's eyes showed a strange light, and his tone was excited: "You can see it, my father's exploits and demon gods can be seen, and they are moved to heaven, and even the heavenly master will be moved to tears." ”

No one knew that this vision of heaven and earth was caused by the emotional pull of one person.

The dignitaries who came to pay tribute were shocked, thinking that it was the manifestation of the god of war, and knelt down reverently, and only Chang Xi, who was still upright, stood out from the crowd. Ba Tuoman, who had a gloomy expression, did not have a good eye, but he saw that the boy born here was full of tears, but he was also respectful to his old man, so he didn't say anything.

Chang Xi raised his head and muttered as he looked at the countless raindrops falling from the dim sky.

"Uncle Ran, go all the way. ”

In the crowd of kneeling in the courtyard of the Military God Mansion, Chang Xi flicked his sleeves and turned around and left.

Ba Tuoman, who valued face very much, was just about to reprimand, but Huo Ran fell without warning with a thunderbolt, and with a bang, it directly penetrated the mourning hall of Ba Tuo Hongtu.

The entire Batuo Military God Mansion was silent in an instant.

Chang Xi, who was wet, walked to the door of the Military God Mansion, and a young man in white came slowly outside the gate of the mansion holding a white paper umbrella, and the two passed by.

The young man in white with a white umbrella couldn't see his face clearly, and at the moment when the two passed by, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked and said, "Dare to rebel with a woman who is destined to be unsuccessful, you are really bold, I hope you will not regret it." ”

Chang Xi judged the identity of the comer from just one or two sentences, and sneered: "I hope that when the succession begins, the hands and feet of the second prince can be more neat than those three-legged cats sent to Youlanzhuang, otherwise it will be too disappointing." ”

Chang Xi walked away in the pouring rain, Ying Ruhui looked at Chang Xi's distant back, and the two slightly cold lying silkworm eyebrows suddenly tightened, and shattered the umbrella handle in his hand.