Qingluan finally stood up, and she was hurt by the old man.

It took her a moment to lose consciousness before she came back to her senses.

It was a very powerful old man, how strong it was, Qingluan couldn't say really, but she faintly felt that there were many souls living in the old man's body.

And every soul, without exception, is terrifyingly powerful. But fortunately, for some reason, the old man didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to work with her. That's why she was lucky enough to pick up a life.

Ziwei's heroic soul escaped, but did not send it back to the sea of stars, such a mistake caused Qingluan's body to suffer from the backlash of this heaven and earth.

At this time, the rules of the Star Pavilion are also the rules of this heaven and earth.

Every Heroic Soul needs to be sent back to the Star Sea, or killed on the spot. And once this kind of mistake occurs, the mourner, who is in charge of the funeral, will naturally be punished by the Star Pavilion.

So there were a few more cracks on the jade flute on Qingluan's waist. Her face grew paler, but she couldn't stop.

There are more heroic souls to be buried tonight, and she can't have any more mistakes, otherwise, the next star who needs to be buried may be herself.

Therefore, she forcibly suppressed the injuries in her body, closed her eyes, and sensed slightly, but in less than a few breaths, she found the location of the next star who needed to be buried.

It was a place she was familiar with—Tenran-in.

And that star, she often heard him mention - natural injury!

But when the voice that threatened to take his head sounded again.

Xiahou Yuan's heart can no longer be suspicious and contemptuous of this young junior.

His body was bound by an unknown force.

He couldn't run, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't lift his knife.

He just turned his head in a daze, and looked at a young swordsman in the black air churning from the evil spirit, carrying a knife that had been stained with his brother's blood, step by step in front of him.

He subconsciously wanted to beg for mercy, which was not a particularly difficult thing for him, and he had done a lot of such things in his not short life.

But this time, he couldn't speak.

Because the eyes of the man in front of him were so indifferent.

It was a pair of eyes that only belonged to a real swordsman, and he decided to go, regardless of life or death.

A swordsman with such a pair of eyes is a real swordsman.

Their decisions will not be interfered with by anything outside.

Xiahou Yuan knew such a look, and he also knew such a swordsman, so his heart was desperate at that moment.

Those terrible ghosts who had coveted him for a hundred years finally rushed up at this time.

What a long time has passed in 100 years.

This is especially true for the souls of these ordinary people after death.

If it weren't for the monstrous resentment, if it wasn't for the fact that there was a divine weapon as the host. The spirits of these terrible ghosts have long since dissipated in these gloomy years.

But even if they survived now, their sanity had long since dissipated, and all that was left in their hearts was the instinctive search for flesh and blood.

And Xiahou Yuan, the star they cursed day and night, was the most beautiful food for them that surpassed everything in the world.

Therefore, even if the protective starlight released around Xiahou Yuan's body also paid attention to exterminating them, the powerful ghosts still used it in front of him endlessly, wrapping him, and kept trying to tear his flesh and blood apart one by one.

This kind of attack didn't seem to hurt or itch for a star, and even some powerful ghosts were killed by Xiahou Yuan's body protection starlight from time to time, and they were beaten to the point that only one resentment poured into Xiahou Yuan's body.

Each of these grievances is precipitated by the ghosts for a hundred years, and they are naturally extremely majestic, but for a star death, the grievances of the ghosts who have been fighting for a hundred years are naturally nothing. However, there were more than 200,000 civilians slaughtered by him and Xiahou in Jianye back then, and these evil ghosts who asked him for his life were more than 200,000.

But when the resentment poured into him reached a certain level.

The starlight around him finally dimmed, and in the bite again and again, a ghost finally found an opportunity to bite off a piece of his flesh, and the faint smell of blood in the air was like some kind of terrifying catalyst, dyeing the eyes of those ghosts red, and then they rushed to Xiahou Yuan's body more and more desperately, tearing off the flesh and blood on his body again and again.

The star's body, surrounded by the ghosts, finally knelt down slowly, as if he had given up the struggle, just quietly waiting for death to come.

At this time, Chu Xifeng finally walked in front of Xiahou Yuan.

It seemed that there was an innate fear of the owner of the knife, and at the moment when Chu Xifeng walked in, those powerful ghosts were hesitating slightly. Or rather, after struggling between the desire for flesh and the fear of the owner of the knife, they finally retreated to the side, but they had no intention of leaving, and still screamed at the man who had fallen to his knees with blood-red eyes.

At this time, Chu Xifeng finally saw the appearance of this great Wei Ying King.

The armor on his body had long been torn apart, and a single piece of flesh could no longer be found in his exposed body.

And with a trace of golden blood at this time, with the dense wounds on his body, he couldn't help but flow down.

It was quite a tragic scene, especially for a star dead.

"Back then, my grandfather, for the sake of the people of Jiangdong, accepted the soldiers and bowed his head to Xiahou Haoyu. ”

Jiangdong was scolded, saying that he was cowardly, that he was greedy for life, and that he had forgotten his ancestors. ”

But he is willing to bear the stigma just to end decades of strife. It is also a peaceful and prosperous world in the world. ”

Chu Xifeng stood in front of Xiahou Yuan and said.

His tone was so calm that he couldn't hear any anger, as if the two were not a century-old feud, but a stranger telling a story to another stranger that had nothing to do with them.

"But you want to vent the hatred of the two families on the people. ”

"On that day, the corpses in Jianye City were piled up into mounds, and the blood in the water of the Li River was stained red. Two hundred and thirty0,000 souls gathered in Jiangdong and scolded my grandfather for selling his ancestors for glory. ”

"In order to eliminate the hatred in the heart, in order to calm the resentment of the dead. My grandfather gathered all the twenty-three souls in the knife, poisoned them with the Heavenly Wounded Life Star, and poured out the widows of my Chu family, and he will take the lives of your Xiahou brothers. ”

For this vow, my grandfather killed himself on the Li River. ”

"Although my grandfather died as a star, he was hindered by the hundred-year covenant, and he looked at Chang'an on the side of the Li River, and he was not allowed to cross the river and died depressed. ”

"My father's life was unfortunate, and he was killed early by the curse of the 230,000 undead in this knife, and he died without a problem. ”

"Finally, the knife reached me. ”

"And finally, I lived up to the trust of my ancestors and came to Chang'an, which my people have not set foot in for a hundred years. ”

Saying this, Chu Xifeng suddenly raised his head and looked at the star in the night sky, the star that had shone on Jiangdong for nearly a hundred years. His voice suddenly became high-pitched at this moment.

"Now the hundred-year covenant has come to an end, the will of the ancestors has come to an end, and the injustice of 230,000 dead souls has ended!"

His knife was raised high by him at this moment, and then without hesitation, he suddenly slashed towards Xiahou Yuan's neck.

Then, the head of the Great Wei Ying King separated from his body at this moment and landed on the bloodstained road.

The nearly 100 swordsmen behind him also knelt down violently at this time, facing the tens of thousands of dead souls in the sky, and said loudly.

"Jiangdong sinners, after the Chu family, finally made an appointment on the bank of the Li River, please rest in peace. ”

"Jiangdong sinners, after the Chu family, finally made an appointment on the bank of the Li River, please rest in peace. ”

"Jiangdong sinners, after the Chu family, finally made an appointment on the bank of the Li River, please rest in peace. ”

The voice resounded back and forth between the heavens and the earth, and the blood in the eyes of the evil spirits above the sky gradually dissipated at this time, and the black qi on their bodies receded, revealing the figures hidden under them, which were just ordinary people in ordinary clothes.

When the anger dissipated, their faces finally stopped being hideous, and they bowed to the group of swordsmen, and then their bodies turned into a crystal streamer and gradually dissipated.

These ruined and bitter Jiangdong souls were finally freed from the darkness and returned to rest at this moment, with the death of Xiahou Yuan.

The city of Chang'an in the dawn was illuminated by the light of these souls when they dispersed.

It was a rare and beautiful picture.

So much so that Su Changan and the others looked a little sluggish.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, all the souls of the dead dispersed, and the sky of Chang'an City also brightened up at this time.

Chu Xifeng exhaled a breath of turbid air with relief, he turned his head to look at Su Changan and smiled at him.

said: "Now, I am going to avenge the Yuheng Saint. Then I'll take you back to Koto, okay?"

Su Changan was stunned, avenging Yuheng? That is to kill Sima Xu.

But Sima Xu's identity was unknown and it was very likely to be related to the Protoss, how could he let Chu Xifeng take a risk, and was about to say something, but the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the blood spilling from Xiahou Yuan's corpse at Chu Xifeng's feet at this moment.

There was an imperceptible hint of gold in the blood.

His heart shook, and almost subconsciously, he looked up at the sky.

Perhaps because the sky was already bright, the stars were fading away at this time, and it was impossible to see it really. But Su Changan still vaguely saw a glimmer of light that should be extinguished—the light from the Ghost Star!

And the moment he saw this clearly, the expression on his face changed, and he suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly in the direction of Chu Xifeng.

"Be careful!"

Chu Xifeng's heart was shocked when he heard this, and he hurriedly turned around.

Then, a scene that made his scalp tingle suddenly appeared in his eyes - Xiahou Yuan, who had lost his head, had already stood up from the ground at some point, and he held a knife and slashed straight at Chu Xifeng's head.