As soon as Aman left, Bai Wangyou lowered his eyes and glanced at the dusty robes, and curled his lips in displeasure, if it wasn't for the purpose of deceiving Gu Shaochen.
He used this self-degradation to allow Aman to stage a beauty rescue hero. In his thoughts, Bai Wangyou shook his head and said "tsk", causing the nearby Liuli eyebrows to raise.
Liuli's face was still calm while holding Bai Wangyou, but he said "Ouch", which made Bai Wangyou's head turn in shock. When he saw Liuli rushing towards him, he raised his hand to touch Liuli's forehead and distanced the two of them.
"You bastard! Stop doing this! If you are interested in acting later, why don't you be a heroic savior in advance?"
It would have been better if Bai Wangyou didn't see Liuli. When he looked at Liuli and then at Xiangqu, his handsome face darkened, and with a push of his hand, Liuli was pushed back three steps. He heard Liuli complaining.
"Oh! Boss, you all know that Liuli is just a ball! With you here, how can you still get the ball to play? Wouldn't this mean that the ball will dominate the game?"
"Yo! According to what you say, you have good intentions, right?"
"is not that right!"
During the flattery, Liuli found the dagger that Bai Wangyou was throwing, tilted her head to avoid it, and moved closer to Bai Wangyou.
"But the owner of the village, you are pretending to be a coward in a unique way!"
As Liuli said this, she did not forget to give Bai Wangyou two thumbs up. Bai Wangyou rolled his eyes, recalling the purpose of Gu Shaochen's visit, and stared at Liuli.
"Don't pretend? Can that kid let me go?! Ye Hui, this bitch, lured Gu Shaochen to come to me, and made it clear that he wanted me to raise an army to rebel against my father, so that he could kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and avenge the Nine Provinces to destroy the demon!"
After Bai Wangyou finished speaking, he clapped his hands together, wiped away the dust on his body, and curled up the corner of his mouth.
"But if I don't fall for it, he can't do anything to me!"
Hearing this, Liuli glanced at Xiangqu, and Xiangqu let out a cold laugh, before striking out.
"So you're scared?"
"Afraid?!"
Bai Wangyou hated being despised by women, especially Xiangqu, who was of the same race as his mother. He turned his head and glanced at Xiangqu, uttered "Women's trouble", then folded his arms and said.
"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to avenge my mother!"
At this point, Bai Wangyou thought of the red light that erupted when Aman fought the corpse, and looked back at Liuli.
"As soon as the hour comes, the Spiritual Imprisonment Formation will be at your service!"
As he spoke, Bai Wangyou raised his hand and pointed at the private room where Aman was, causing Liuli to grin "Huh?" in confusion, and then spoke frankly.
"Are you sure you want to use the spirit trap? She is a demon!"
Liuli could clearly see Aman's performance just now. Hearing Bai Wangyou's attempt to kill Aman, and thinking of Ye Hui's support for the demons, he was about to give advice, but Bai Wangyou didn't want to ask a question back.
"so what?"
"The Spiritual Imprisonment Formation was created by the Spiritual Clan. If it weren't for the Spiritual Body, wouldn't she die if she entered it as a demon?"
When Bai Wangyou heard what he said, he said "Oh" and said, "I understand".
"That's why I want to take a gamble!"
"Bet...what to bet on?"
Faced with the confusion of Liuli and Xiangqu, Bai Wangyou pretended to be mysterious and blinked his right eye, which made Liuli and Xiangqu stunned at the same time, and Bai Wangyou raised his lips and smiled happily.
"If I'm not wrong, we will be able to witness a miracle later!"
After finishing his words, Bai Wangyou raised his eyes to look at the starry night sky, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally walked toward the middle hall step by step with his hands behind his back.
The rest of Liuli and Xiangqu looked at each other and looked at the crescent moon in the night sky. Under the crescent moon, the night wind howled and made the half-open windows of the Accord creak.
In the pavilion, Aman held a candle and swayed in the wind. He heard laughter coming from outside the window. He frowned and stood up. When the candle went out, his vision instantly fell into darkness.
The laughter in the darkness was amplified infinitely, and it was near and far away and stimulated Aman. He felt the strong wind hitting his face, turned around to avoid it and waved his backhand, causing the wind blade to hit the wooden table with a "bang".
The wooden table collapsed, and Aman jumped up to the window railing, looking for the afterglow of the crescent moon in the sky. He jumped down, and as soon as he landed, the instantaneous water mirror under his feet rippled, reflecting the shock in Aman's eyes.
Aman looked at himself reflected in the mirror at his feet, and looked around at the foggy black barrier that confuses his hearing and hearing. For a moment, Aman's heart trembled in a daze.
...the Spiritual Imprisonment Formation!
...The soul is imprisoned in the mirror, and everything you see is what you think!
...One thought creates thousands of illusions!
This is the supreme formation of the spirit race. The only way to step into this formation is to destroy yourself. Otherwise, the trapped people will be frightened by their inner demons and have infinite fantasies, which will lead to constant robbery and killing, and eventually they will be exhausted and self-destructed.
And all living beings have seven emotions and six desires, and no one can be without desires and desires. Therefore, Aman knew that everything was an illusion, but he still waved his right fist when he felt the cold light approaching behind him.
The punch missed, causing Aman's body to fall heavily to the ground. The pain surged up and echoed with the heart-piercing roar in his ears. Aman turned his head to face the Xuanzhidao who had been stabbed through his stomach the previous day.
Looking for the mysterious spider, he slashed at it with his blade. For a moment, the cold light shone in his eyes. Aman rolled three times on the ground, then stood up, bit his right finger and cast a blood curse in the air.
With the curse light, Aman pointed his finger in the sky, and the coffin was summoned to break out of the box and fall into Aman's hands. The sword light illuminated the depth of Aman's eyebrows and reflected in Xuan Spider's pupils.
Xuan Zhidao grinned and roared secretly, flicked his head, opened his fangs and sprayed poisonous mist and rushed towards Aman. Aman formed a seal with his left hand to open the fog, turned his right hand, raised his sword all the way and went straight to Xuan Zhidao.
Seeing Xuan Spider's true form, Aman jumped up and turned the coffin in the air. The sword of the coffin was pointed directly at Xuan Spider's back, and it fell down with a force of over a thousand kilograms.
Black mist appeared when the black spider was broken open, causing the water-light mirror to make a "pop" sound, and fine marks exploded. At the same time, the black mist dissipated, and the mirror surface quickly returned to its original state, making waves again.
...Da da da!
The sound of water drops came from far away, and Aman froze. He turned his head and looked around, only to see the smoke filling the fog behind him, reflecting countless figures fleeing hastily.
Awakening Aman's memory from the chaotic war in Kyushu caused Aman to go straight to the illusion with his sword. As soon as he walked in, a familiar figure broke into Aman's arms and stopped Aman's steps.
"Oman..."
Aman was startled when he heard the sound. He lowered his eyes and looked at the old man in his arms. Their eyes met each other. Aman looked at the bloody face of the old devil. The only one he had was kind eyes. His sword-holding arm trembled with pain in his heart.
The sound of the coffin falling to the ground echoed Aman's nostalgia and reluctance to hug the old devil tightly.
"Father!"
"Aman! My Oman! Remember you have to do one thing in this life! Only do one thing!!!"
The instructions embedded in the soul rippled in Aman's eyes, aggravated the old devil's force on Aman's arm, and amplified the overlapping calls in Aman's mind.
"You must unlock the nine layers of soul-sealing seals on the coffin sword! Save our demon clan from troubled times!"
"Father...Father..."
"Aman! You are the only hope for my demon clan!"
The fusion of memory and fantasy brought tears to Aman's eyes. Aman looked at the coffin for a moment, and a splash of warm blood stained his cheek. The pain caused Aman's heart to suddenly stop.
Turning his head, Aman touched the sharp blade inserted into the chest of the old devil. When he looked at the demon soldiers holding swords and sneering, the sadness in the past awakened the anger in Aman's heart.
Anger surged up, so that when Aman saw the phosphorus fire ignited on the old devil's body, he punched the demon soldier's heart with his bare hands, picked up the coffin and rushed into the smoke and gunfire.