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Chapter 923 You Haven't Seen My Violence

Jun Wuxie came to Hong Ran, looked at him with indifferent eyes, and said: "A giant anaconda whose head was chopped off and whose body died is now nailed to a chopping board. Do you think that such a clamor can only show others

What else can your incompetent rage do to please me?"

"you……"

Hong Ran was almost blown away!

For hundreds of years, he has been the proud son of the Demon Clan. From being the Holy Son back then, he has come all the way to the point where he is now at the mercy of others!

"Jun Wuxie, how long can you be proud?" Sheng Zichen gritted his teeth, "Remember, how proud you are now, how miserable you will be when we, the powerful demon clan, come!"

"Yeah, very miserable..."

Jun Wuxie shook his head and sighed, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gave them an unpredictable smile, and turned around to leave.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Holy Son is mad with hatred. A person like him was born with a golden key in his mouth. He is not only the Holy Son, but also the son of the leader of the demon clan. His status is respected. In the upper world, he is a person of status. Why?

I have experienced such humiliation!

Jun Wuxie completely ignored his incompetent rage, leaving Sheng Ziyu and others with their backs fading away.

He stopped over a certain military camp of the Xuanjia Army.

The Xuanjia Army on the ground is training for group combat, using the holy fighting method to cooperate and exchange strength.

The Xuanjia Army worked very hard, and everyone was sweating profusely.

"Qingxue, the apocalypse is coming, I hope you can help Xuan Jiajun understand the more profound holy method of fighting."

He communicated with the Temple of Eternal Life and contacted Ye Qingxue.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a wisp of fragrance coming towards him. When he turned around, he saw beside him a woman dressed in white and as beautiful as snow.

She still wore the bronze mask on her face, and her silky silk hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

"Qingxue, how long has it been before you are finally willing to see me?"

Jun Wuxie's eyes were slightly dazed. In his eyes, the masked face in front of him gradually turned into a little girl holding a bronze mask in both hands, with tears in her big eyes, begging him not to leave.

Pitiful.

"Why do you have to trap yourself in that memory..."

Her voice is a bit ethereal, as if separated by a long river of time and space, mysterious and distant, but more moving than the sounds of nature.

"Aren't you?"

Jun Wuxie reached out and took off the mask from her face.

She didn't stop him, she just stared at him quietly with her clear, deep and beautiful eyes.

Until the bronze mask left her face, revealing a face that was so beautiful that it transcended the limits of the world, and no words could describe a ten thousandth of it.

"I don't need to get out. It is my best and saddest memory, and it is the deepest imprint of my life."

She took the bronze mask from Jun Wuxie's hand, and the light disappeared in her hand.

Jun Wuxie was stunned and said, "Why do you want me to come out when you don't need it?"

"I don't need it, because in my memory, you are still the resolute and strong man, but in your memory, I will always be a little girl who needs protection."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Memory is memory, reality is reality. I don't regard you as my little daughter back then. Although you were my little daughter back then, when you grew up, you were the Emperor of Heaven, the ancestor of the art of war, and you once beat me till my nose was bruised and my face was swollen.

people."

After hearing this, Ye Qingxue had a faint smile on her beautiful lips and said, "I regret that I started too lightly. Who made you so cruel back then? I cried so sadly, but I still couldn't stop you from leaving."

"Tsk tsk, think about the generation of Emperors of Heaven who also cried a lot back then. Do you feel that the past is unbearable to look back on?"

Ye Qingxue gently bit her bright red lips. She didn't say a word, but just put her hand into his. Her slender and tender fingers passed through the gaps and clasped tightly with his.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie felt extremely happy, surrounded by full warmth.

Before he could fully enjoy the feeling, he suddenly gasped and gritted his teeth in pain.

"Pinch gently, it will break into pieces..."

Jun Wuxie's facial muscles twitched, and the bones in his hands cracked.

"Are you still laughing at me?"

Ye Qingxue's expression was cold, but there was a hint of smile hidden in those eyes, but his hands were relieved.

"When my little girl grew up, why did she become so violent?"

Jun Wuxie was speechless. They knew each other's identities, but they still used violence against him.

"You haven't seen me being violent..."

Ye Qingxue's eyes trembled slightly as she recalled the years when her father asked her to challenge her limits in a special secret realm.

Every moment, we are experiencing bloodshed, cruelty, and killing, and there are endless enemies formed by the condensed order.

She just walked through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, breaking through her limits bit by bit. Those were nightmare years.

"It's all over."

Jun Wuxie didn't know what she had experienced before, but he knew that it must be a past that she would never forget, otherwise she would not have shown such an expression in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven.

Ye Qingxue regained her composure, she moved her spiritual thoughts slightly, and in an instant, all the Xuanjia troops in the city stopped.

They kept their training postures, closed their eyes, and entered into a wonderful state of enlightenment.

"After a period of time, they will wake up from this state, and then they will be able to understand all the essence of the Holy Law of Fighting. Not to mention practicing this method to its peak, at least they will be able to achieve it. When the torrent of the end of the world approaches, I

This is all that can help you."

Her voice was cold and ethereal, telling him that he had to solve the difficulties encountered on this road by himself.

Her father chose him, and she could not influence his luck, lest it destroy her father's overall situation and cause unimaginable consequences.

"The Xuanjia Army has cultivated the holy method of fighting to the stage of perfection. What is the effect?"

Ye Qingxue said softly: "The Holy Law of Fighting is a rough version evolved from the method practiced by my Ye family legion in ancient times. When the practice is completed, the legion's combat strength will increase exponentially. A legion of ten thousand people in the Holy Sect realm can kill Ji Tian.

At the very top, an army of 100,000 people can kill ordinary myth-level supreme beings at the very top."

"So strong?"

Jun Wuxie was shocked, isn't this too perverted?

How many great realms are there between the extreme heavenly realm and the holy sect realm?

Can this be killed?

"Of course, otherwise what's the point of the existence of a legion composed of low-level monks? This method was created specifically for the purpose of uniting the masses to defeat the strong. But the prerequisite for defeating the strong is to trap the target in the battle energy barrier of the legion.

, if the target wants to run away, it will be very difficult to kill, you have to understand this. Don’t worry about the torrent of the apocalypse, because under the will of darkness, those dark universe creatures will only advance and not retreat."

"Isn't that million-man army..."

"One hundred thousand is the upper limit. If the number exceeds this, the monks who form the legion will not be able to bear it. Before they can kill the enemy, they will explode and die. Therefore, there is a limit when creating the spell. If the number exceeds the number, it will have no effect."

"If I let those who are at the top of the world also practice the holy method of fighting..."

"It's useless. The holy method of fighting requires a team of at least five hundred people to form a battle formation. The ones you mentioned, whether they are at the top of the heaven or at the semi-saint level, are not the Xuanjia Army. Their lifelong practice methods are different from the Xuanjia Army.

Army A is different. Since their level is not low, even the war aura field formed by a minimum army of 500 people will exceed the limit of their physical body."

Jun Wuxie was startled, and then he remembered that the training of the Xuan Jia Army had always been based on the physical body, and they only practiced the holy method of fighting.

Although they are currently in the Holy Sect realm, compared to the physical bodies of people in the same realm, they can be said to be extremely powerful.

"It seems that the Holy Law of Fighting is also difficult to perfect..."

"How many laws in the world are perfect? ​​They always have their strengths and weaknesses. Even the laws of the Emperor of Heaven cannot be truly perfect and are not suitable for everyone to practice. They need to meet special conditions, not to mention that they are specially designed for legions.

A pioneering method.”

"yes."

Jun Wuxie thought about the method he practiced. How many people in the world can practice it?

Except for him, so many talented and brilliant people have failed to succeed.

The same is true for Ye Qingxue's military art. Even if it is shared with the whole universe, how many people can understand it?

"Come with me for a walk and see these great rivers and mountains. I will always be by your side in the days before darkness strikes."

As she said this, her whole body felt very peaceful, even her voice became much softer.

Jun Wuxie didn't say anything, just clasped his fingers with hers, and landed on the mountain path. He walked quietly along the road at his feet, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers, the small bridges and flowing water, the red leaves on the mountains, and the green mountains.

.

At the same time.

The upper universe is a vast area covered with ice and snow.

There are endless mountains here, covered with cedars and various cold-resistant vegetation.

In a certain area in the mountains, there are a large number of ice-covered islands suspended in the air, with palaces, pavilions and pavilions built on them.

Those islands are cone-shaped, with a large area at the top, but gradually become smaller downwards until they become a pointed cone.

Each suspended island is connected by an arched ice bridge. Ice mist is shrouded, and there is a rainbow in the sky, which is hazy and beautiful.

A woman hurriedly crossed the ice bridge, arrived at the deepest part of Iceland, and stood bowed in front of the ancient temple on the island.

Soon, an icy blue light flashed on the door of the ancient palace. The door opened and the woman quickly stepped inside.

"But news came back from the lower world. Are they in trouble?"

A clear and cold voice sounded in the ancient palace. It sounded like a girl under twenty. The voice was very clear and clean, making people feel like hearing the sounds of nature.

"The Pavilion Master knows things like a god, they are indeed in trouble, the Bingyun Tower in the lower realm..."

This is an elder from Bingxin Pavilion, a very young-looking woman. After cultivating to this level, her lifespan can easily reach hundreds of thousands of years. Although she has practiced for tens of thousands of years, for the entire life cycle, she is still in her youth.

She reported the news from the disciples sent to the lower world word for word.

The ancient palace was very quiet. It wasn't until the elder finished speaking for a while that the clear and cold voice sounded again: "Go down."

"yes."

The elder bowed respectfully, bowed his head slightly, and exited the hall, and the door closed automatically.

"That little guy in the lower realm is a little crazy. He actually wants you to go down to the lower realm yourself."

There are many ice flowers in the ancient palace, and inside each flower sits a beautiful woman, some with black hair like ink, and some with white hair like waterfalls, but their appearance is extremely young, and they all look like they are in their twenties.

up and down.

In the center of these ice flowers, there is a larger ice flower, and sitting cross-legged on it is a woman in white clothes.

Her black hair is like ink, hanging down to her waist, without any hair accessories, her skin is as crystal clear as jade, her eyes are as clear and transparent as ice and snow, her face is stunning, she doesn't use any powder, but she is so beautiful that she is like a fairy in a painting, unstained

The breath of mortal world.

"This young man is not a simple man. He saved me from Bingyun Tower. I really have to go and see him. After hundreds of thousands of years, I finally have the opportunity to go down to the next world and have a look. That mysterious magic sound, now

It’s hard to have a big impact on you anymore. If I leave for a while, there shouldn’t be any problems. Just be more careful and wait until I come back."

"Pavilion Master, you can go ahead and don't worry about the sect."

These women are all powerful ancestors of Bingxin Pavilion, and they all stood up to see each other off at this moment.

Mu Ciyin nodded, and her body instantly turned into a point of light and disappeared into the ancient palace.

"Pavilion Master has worked too hard these years. In order to eliminate the influence of the exercises on us, he has never rested for a moment. This time in the lower realm, we can relax and relax."

"God bless my Bingxin Pavilion. The Patriarch will return in his second reincarnation and take over my Bingyun Pavilion again. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"Hmph! One day, the Pavilion Master will find out the dark hands behind us! Those shady rats will only use despicable and shameless methods!"

"Those people are hiding too deeply. They are plotting against our Bingxin Pavilion and the reincarnation of our ancestors. I don't know what their intentions are. They have obviously known for hundreds of thousands of years that the master of the pavilion is the reincarnation of our ancestors, but they have made no other moves.

Having practiced the problematic technique, the Patriarch mistakenly thought it was a chance encounter."

"When did our Dharma become affected or cause problems? Over the years, we have not even noticed that the Dharma we practice is different from the Dharma that was originally passed down!"

"It can only be said that the methods of those black hands are too clever. If the pavilion master had not awakened all the memories of the previous life, and the inherited method was created by herself, it would be difficult to detect the problem. Anyway, at a certain period, our Bingxin Pavilion

There must be something wrong with some people in power, colluding with the masterminds behind the scenes, and secretly passing on the changed exercises to everyone, otherwise how could it be like this?"



Time flies by quickly, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye.

The lower universe, the Zhuxian Dynasty.

These days, Jun Wuxie is not always alone with Ye Qingxue.

He has his own things to do and need to arrange, but Ye Qingxue is always by his side.

It's just that no one can see her existence except him.

On this day, Saint Ziyi, Hong Ran and Hun Sen, who were nailed to the top of the tallest building in the palace, suddenly opened their eyes.

Their eyes were filled with excitement, and then turned cold and ferocious.

"Hahaha! Jun, your death has come!"

They sensed that it was the spiritual thoughts of the powerful men from the upper realm demon clan and their lineage.

"The people from the upper realm demon clan are here."

In the small courtyard in front of the sect king, Ye Qingxue said to Jun Wuxie.

"Well done! I've been waiting for them for a long time!"

Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold. He took a step across the distant sky and landed next to the God-Slaying Sword on the top of the tower in the imperial capital. He spread the fingers of his right hand, grasped the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword, and slowly closed it.

Eye.

Ye Qingxue was beside him, standing quietly, her clothes belt flying, and her black hair flying.


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