Xuan Qiu didn't seem to care about Wuyou's reminder and remained unmoved.
Seeing Nan Feng's attack getting closer and closer to Xuan Qiu, Wuyou became more and more puzzled. Ten thousand years later, he had witnessed Xuan Qiu's battle with the devil. Although Xuan Qiu's speed at that time was not fast, his power was enough.
Competing with the south wind that struck with all its strength at this time.
Why didn't Xuan Qiu dodge or fight back, but just stood there waiting to receive the attack?
But what happened next told Wuyou the answer.
I saw Nan Feng's powerful sword piercing Xuan Qiu's chest. A huge wound appeared on Xuan Qiu's chest, but no blood flowed out.
Glancing at the long sword stuck in his chest, Xuan Qiu looked at Nanfeng with a slightly mocking look, as if to say: Is this all you have?
Not only did his full blow not knock Xuan Qiu back even half a step, but he was also laughed at by Xuan Qiu, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Nanfeng's face.
He pulled back his sword forcefully, leaving a large hole in Xuan Qiu's chest. From the hole, he could even see the situation behind Xuan Qiu.
Xuan Qiu glanced at the wound on his chest indifferently, and then raised his head. The moment he raised his head, the original wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Except for the holes in the armor that could not be repaired, Xuan Qiu
There wasn't a single scratch on his body.
Seeing such a situation, Wuyou was relieved. She remembered that Xuan Qiu was already a reborn corpse. These physical attacks were not enough to harm it. There was no light magician here, so the outcome was uncertain.
It’s clear at a glance.
But when he thought that Xuan Qiu had become such a monster, Wuyou's face became ugly again. Maybe this was fate. Even though he was a variable ten thousand years ago, he was still weak enough to change history.
What happened eventually happened.
Graniwin did not report Xuan Qiu, but it still could not change the outcome of his arrest. Just like Xuan Qiu would be resurrected as a reborn corpse even if he died, just like this imperial mausoleum still exists at the bottom of the Thorny Lake.
After thinking about this, Wuyou felt a lot more relaxed. It wasn't that she didn't do her best, it was just that the wheel of fate would not change just because of her. So the current outcome was that Xuan Qiu and she would be trapped in the imperial mausoleum. In that case, maybe
Not bad, at least for Xuanqiu it was a blessing to be near Granvin.
In Wuyou's contemplation, the battle over there was still going on in an orderly manner. Although Xuan Qiu had a strong body and powerful attack power, his speed was much slower than before he was alive.
Emperor Nanfeng was a Holy Swordsman after all, so his speed was not to mention, so for a while the two of them could be said to be equally matched.
But Wuyou knew that the loser in the end would definitely be Nan Feng. After all, Xuan Qiu would never know what fatigue was at this time. He was like a killing machine, although slow, but powerful in its lethality.
When the south wind exhausted its strength, when he lost the advantage of speed, all that awaited him was death.
Will the south wind die?
Thinking of this, Wuyou's heart couldn't help but twitch. She knew that it was the consciousness of Graniwin's memory that played a role. After all, Graniwin still loved him at that time. The future history will be changed due to the current changes. Then
Shi Nanfeng is not dead, so Xuan Qiu probably won’t kill him!
Once these are clarified, Wuyou will feel more at ease.
In front of her was Jerry with a troubled look on his face. Jerry was also a discerning person. He knew that if Nanfeng lost, he would have no chance of winning. Seeing Nanfeng gradually fall into disadvantage, his heart
Are you not nervous?
no!
He can't put all his chances of winning in this battle. His thunder magic is useless at this time, and the number of his demon legions is getting smaller and smaller. If this continues, he will be the only one who loses.
Seeing his demon army being absorbed by the soul power of the reborn zombies led by Xuan Qiu, he had vaguely foreseen the outcome of this battle.
No! He couldn't sit still and wait for death. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his attention to Wuyou.
Looking at Wuyou who was watching nervously, Jerry's lips raised a sinister smile.
"Bang..."
After seeing Nan Feng sinking straight into the wall under Xuan Qiu's punch, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't take action.
Soon enough, Jerry picked up Wuyou, who was still paying attention to the battle situation, and rushed deep into the hall.
As soon as he entered the passage, in order to prevent Xuan Qiu from chasing him, he hurriedly activated the trap in the imperial mausoleum. Seeing that a stone door weighing ten thousand kilograms was about to fall, Xuan Qiu hurriedly rushed towards the door, followed closely behind him.
It's his army of reborn zombies.
"boom..."
After the last warrior entered, the door was completely closed.
Outside the door, Nan Feng caressed his chest, jumped off the wall, and frowned tightly as he looked at the closed door.
Nanfeng gave full authority to Jerry about the construction of the mausoleum, but he still made reservations about one thing, which was the control center of the tomb robbing trap mechanism.
Yes, Jerry thought that he would be absolutely safe if he lowered the door and only he could come out. But he was wrong. The thing he thought was the key in his hand could not open the tomb at all. As the door closed, the people inside were destined to be buried forever.
First of all.
forever and ever...
Taking out a crescent-shaped gem from his chest, Nanfeng's eyes were filled with darkness.
What he holds in his hand is the only key to this thick stone door. Unfortunately, he cannot use this key now because this anti-theft stone door can only be opened from the inside.
Thinking of this, he dropped his hand dejectedly, and the crescent-shaped gemstone was drawn out of his hand and fell into the soil.
Nanfeng glanced around, only he and a few demons who were still confused about the situation were left. Most of those demons were injured. They looked at Nanfeng with puzzled eyes, trying to get some explanation from Nanfeng. With their
I really can't understand what happened just now!
Looking at the demons who were looking at him blankly, Nanfeng's anger became more intense. With a roar, he waved his sword, and when it fell, the remaining demons became the targets of Emperor Nanfeng's anger.
The demons could not withstand such a fierce offensive from the south wind, and finally they were all wiped out after holding on for another half moment.
Looking at the corpses piled on the ground, Nanfeng's anger still calmed down without any worries.
He came to the heavy stone door and struck at it with all his strength. The sword master's full fighting spirit could only lift up a few small stones in one blow, but the door remained motionless.
Such an ending was completely within Nanfeng's expectation. This stone door is not an ordinary stone door. It is a magic prop with complex magic lines carved on it. It has the defensive power of a sword god. If you want to break the door, you can
Enter, that only God can do.
It's one thing to know something, but it's another thing to accept it. Just like now, Nanfeng is still making feeble attempts at what he already knows.
"Click"
As the big sword in his hand broke into two halves, Nanfeng suddenly burst into laughter.
He smiled so joyfully that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
After the laughter, Nanfeng sat weakly against the door, his head hanging feebly, and still murmuring: "Have I lost you after all?"
He seemed to be saying it to himself, and he seemed to be saying it to Graniwin who was just across the door.
Nanfeng spent his whole life pursuing things he couldn't get, and once he got them, he didn't cherish them.
Just like when he was young, for the sake of the unreachable throne, he lost his relatives and friends, leaving only himself alone.
With every conspiracy, he gained a lot but also lost some things that he originally thought he could give up at will, but when he really lost them, he regretted it.
Just like his mother who was killed by his own hands, just like his only queen Graniven.
It was like this every time. After becoming the lofty Nanfeng Emperor, sitting in a high position, he would often think of his queen mother who always looked at him with cowardly and inferior eyes. His queen mother always made him unable to do anything because of her low status.
I blame myself for being submissive to others, so whenever I see him, I always hold his hand but dare not talk to him.
Looking at the empty hands, Nanfeng often misses that warmth. Although her mother's hands are not as delicate and smooth as the Queen Mother's hands at that time, and she can still feel a little prickly when touching her, it is a kind of warmth that penetrates into her heart.
At that time, although the queen mother was a stumbling block to his throne in his eyes, she was also his only warmth. She was the only person other than himself who treated him wholeheartedly.
But for that cold position, he finally forced her to a dead end. Although she chose to die on her own, her sacrifice still came from his indifference.
After his mother left, another warm woman came into his life.
That was his Queen Graniven. Their encounter was due to his own calculations, but it was undeniable that in his step-by-step calculations, he eventually lost his heart.
Facing that kind of woman as pure as water, he would feel a little guilty every time he told a lie.
There is no need to hide anything, that silly woman will believe everything she says as the truth.
But at that time, I pushed her away again and again for the illusory road to becoming a god.
Deliberately arranging the drama of cheating just for her to say that the goddess's scepter will help him. In his opinion, this is not inconsistent with his love for her.
But when he saw the pool of blood and the tarnished scales beside the pool, he knew that he had hurt her after all.
During the days when she was in a coma, he only went there once, not because he was too busy and had no time, but because when Granivyn called out his name during the nightmare, his heart could not help but throb, and he was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper into it.
, so he should be fine if he escapes and stays far away from her!
But when she was far away, her murmurs would still ring in his ears. Nanfeng struggled, but still couldn't get rid of her.
He still didn't dare to see her. He knew that his general had been guarding her. He wanted to guard her by himself, but he couldn't face the condemnation in his heart, so he gave himself an excuse. He told himself to let other men appear.
She was only around to make Xuan Qiu make mistakes and to kill a man of great skill and power without any bloodshed.
This excuse made him feel better, but his mind was still empty, as if he had lost something.
So then he came to Granowen's bath, the bath he had built specifically for Granowen.
Under his order, nothing changed here. The water in the pool was still red, strangely red, and golden scales that had long since lost their luster lay quietly beside the pool.
When he saw those scales, he knew that he was wrong, but what else could he do to redeem himself? What he wanted most at this moment was to hold Graniwen and tell her apology in her ear.
Love and hate are often two extremes. When he went to see her again, when he looked at Xuan Qiu sitting by her bed and holding her hand tightly when she was in pain, jealousy made him lose his mind and interrupt.
She refused the treatment of the mages, drove everyone out, and asked Jerry to increase her pain, so that she could also feel her own heartache.
But he didn't expect that Graniwin's first words when he woke up would be to question himself. Under the influence of the emperor's heart, he pushed her away again.
Looking at the stone door that could never be opened, thinking that he had lost his beloved after all, Nanfeng began to cry, and then gradually broke down and burst into tears. The originally aloof Emperor Nanfeng cried like a child.
This was the second time he cried, the first time was because of his mother, and this time it was because of his dead love.