The words fell one after another, like sharp daggers, piercing the old man's chest and his heart, making him tremble all over and his face turned ashen.
When he was at his most desperate, the senior brother who gave him hope was deceiving him?
The promise that you have endured for hundreds of years and that you have to keep even if you risk your life is actually a lie?
This made him hard to believe and even less willing to accept it.
Because that is his belief, and it is the only belief that supports his survival!
"No...this isn't true...this can't be..."
The old man's consciousness fell into a trance. He murmured and lowered his head. On his face covered with dirt, his eyes that had just regained clarity were filled with bloodshot eyes. Tears flashed before he raised his head again and stared at Chu Chang.
Tian, said ferociously: "This is all your speculation. Do you have evidence? Do you have evidence?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and a hundred years of silence seemed to have made him extremely unaccustomed to speaking; but the overwhelming emotions in his heart forced him to speak and roar.
"evidence?"
Seeing this scene, Chu Changtian realized that the old man's mentality was on the verge of collapse, and the corners of his mouth quietly raised, revealing a sly and cold smile.
"You want evidence, right? Okay, then I'll give you the evidence!"
After the words fell, Chu Changtian took a step forward and came to the old man. He stretched out his left hand flatly, pinched the formula with his right hand, and spoke eloquently.
There was a buzzing sound, and red marks suddenly appeared in the palm of the white and slender hand, as if flowing blood overflowed, swam quickly in the palm, became entangled, and soon became entangled with each other, quickly condensing into a black palm-sized ball.
Token.
The token was completely black and densely engraved with words, exuding a heart-stopping and wild aura.
"This is...the secret art of melting blood!"
The old man's pupils shrank instantly, with a look of surprise.
"Yes, what is recorded on this token is the secret art of melting blood!"
Chu Changtian nodded slightly, waved his left hand, put away the token, put his hands behind his back and smiled: "As we all know, this blood-melting secret technique has been stolen by Xiao Jianyun a long time ago. Except for him, no one in the world has this technique anymore; if
What I said is false, so could the blood-melting secret technique in my hand come out of a stone?"
Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent for a moment, his dirty face turned ashen.
Indeed, since the emergence of the secret art of blood melting, senior brother Xiao Jianyun has taken it as his own; in the entire Tianjian Continent, apart from senior brother Xiao Jianyun, there is simply no other person who knows this technique.
But didn’t the senior brother give him the secret art of melting blood? Didn’t he leave the entire secret to him to protect?
Why did Chu Changtian get it?
Could it be that... everything Chu Changtian said is true?
Is he really just a pawn of the senior brother, a pawn used to divert trouble?
"Why...Senior Brother, why exactly is this..."
Two lines of hot tears suddenly rolled down the old man's cheeks; he looked sad, looked decadent, and murmured to himself with dim eyes.
What Chu Changtian said was true, Xiao Jianyun had been lying to him...
The belief collapsed instantly, and the belief was shattered on the spot.
He seemed to have fallen into the endless abyss at this moment, and the entire world was directly eroded by darkness, and there was no more light!
"Okay, after saying so much, you should die in peace now!"
Seeing the old man's decadent state, Chu Changtian smiled with satisfaction and said: "Don't resist, release your power, and I will send you on your way!"
Before he finished speaking, Chu Changtian raised his right hand, and a sharp sword suddenly appeared in his hand and slashed directly towards the old man's neck.
Seeing this scene, the old man was not afraid. Instead, he suddenly raised his dirty face, looked at Chu Changtian, and grinned: "You said so many heart-wrenching words, so you want to refine me into a blood elixir to improve my health."
It’s your own cultivation.”
"Do you know about blood pills?"
Chu Changtian was startled, a flash of surprise flashed across his face, and he suddenly realized: "Could it be that you... have you also practiced the secret art of blood fusion?"
"Jie Jie..."
"Do you really think that hundreds of years ago, I was captured because I lost to Chu Xiaoao and others? Do you really think that I was put under house arrest here and suffered hundreds of years of torture because I couldn't escape?"
The old man did not answer. He was kneeling on the ground but suddenly stood up, with a ferocious smile on his dirty face.
"You are wrong, you are all wrong; a few Xuanjing warriors can't capture me; this little Chu Palace is even less able to capture me!"
"And the reason why I was captured and why I was willing to suffer a hundred years of torture here is because I want to atone for my sins and because I feel ashamed of my senior brother..."
"But now, you have made me wake up!"
At this point, the old man's arms suddenly shook, and a terrifying power spread from his body. There were two bangs, and the chains that bound his arms were broken inch by inch.
"This...this is...the Xuanjing...do you still have the Xuanjing cultivation level?"
Feeling the terrifying aura released from the old man's body, Chu Changtian's expression suddenly changed, with a look of surprise on his face, and he subconsciously wanted to stop the attack and retreat.
But just as he stopped and before he could retreat, he saw the old man suddenly raised his right hand and waved towards him.
Whoa...
A bright cold light burst out instantly, filling Chu Changtian's entire eyesight!
...
Imperial Capital, Beast Mountain.
In the dense mountain jungle, several ghost wolves were lying on a hillock, basking in the sun.
As eighth-level monsters, although the Netherworld Wolves are extremely fierce, they tend to only hunt at night; during the day, they prefer to gather together, lie on the grass and bask in the sun, feeling the rare beauty of winter.
warmth.
However, at this moment, streams of light suddenly burst out from the void above the hill, and a formation of runes suddenly lit up.
Bang bang bang...
The terrifying power of the runes crushed down and instantly crushed those ghostly wolves into pulp.
Among the pieces of meat flying and blood filling the air, a figure dressed in yellow suddenly appeared.
It is none other than Chu Emperor Chu Xiaoao!
The dragon robe was swaying, the imperial crown was shaking, Chu Xiaoao's face was gloomy, he glanced around with an indifferent expression, and his brows could not help but frown slightly.
"Beast Mountain?"
With just one glance, he recognized that the place where he was now was the most vast natural hunting ground outside the imperial capital, the Beast Mountain where monsters roamed everywhere.
Fortunately, this place only belongs to the periphery of Beast Mountain, not the core hinterland; otherwise, he who finally used the teleportation weapon to escape from the palace would most likely become the lunch of a high-quality monster!
"Ye Wushuang..."
Chu Xiaoao retracted his gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked back towards the imperial capital with sharp eyes and strong murderous intent.
That majestic and huge city was once his territory and the foundation for his ambitions; there, he was respected by others, with the dignity of hundreds of millions of people, and the king of a country.
But just now, none of this had anything to do with him.
And it was Ye Wushuang who caused this situation!
But fortunately, he has left a green hill without worrying about having firewood; today he is able to get out of trouble, and he will definitely be able to regain his strength and make a comeback in the future.
Anyway, the current throne is still in the hands of the Chu royal family, and the entire Cangyun Empire is still surnamed Chu; as long as he improves his strength, he can enter the palace, get rid of the traitor, and regain the throne!
"Ye Wushuang, just wait, I will kill you one day!"
After the words fell, Chu Xiaoao retracted his gaze, snorted coldly, turned around and wanted to leave.
"I'm afraid you won't have that chance!"
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came.
Chu Xiaoao was startled, and out of the instinct of a Xuan Realm warrior to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, he subconsciously jumped up.
Whoa...
A sharp blade slashed down almost close to the back of his head. With a bang, it landed on the mound, creating a ferocious ravine several meters long.
Dust was flying, and a white figure walked out slowly.
"Ye Wushuang?"
Chu Xiaoao's pupils shrank instantly and his expression changed slightly.
[The author has something to say]
I received a notice that I need to modify some of the previous plots; so updates cannot be guaranteed, and it is very likely that I will be able to barely maintain one update in a short period of time. I'm sorry...
