The ancestral land of the Hu family, Qingqiu Valley.
The canyon that used to be like a fairyland is now not even a living thing in sight.
Only the neatly trimmed exotic flowers and plants prove that this place was once a blessed land of immortals.
In front of Qingqiu Valley, on the cold rock, Hu Feier couldn't kneel down, her eyes full of tears and her face full of stubbornness.
Hu Qingshan looked at the granddaughter he loved most in silence for a while, then with a long sigh he threw out the Qingqiu Lock and bound her tightly in place.
"My child, no one is allowed to go out of the valley, and no one is allowed to be an enemy of the bluestone coffin. This is the command of our ancestors, and grandpa cannot violate it."
"Besides, Jiu Nan's thoughts are not on you at all. What he likes is the woman named Xu Fangcao... Why bother?"
Hu Feier didn't speak, but kept kowtowing loudly.
The splashed blood dropped on the cold stone and instantly turned into ice, then exploded into red ice chips with a crisp sound.
Sad and desolate...
Hu Qingshan couldn't bear to look any further and silently turned around and walked into the valley.
"Fei'er, we and the Guanghua Mansion are all connected by marriage."
"Now that the in-laws have failed, my Hu family believes that we do not owe anything to Guanghua Mansion! Don't hate grandpa... let alone our ancestors!"
"All his decisions are for our family, which has been inherited from ancient times!"
After Hu Qingshan left, Hu Feier's eyes were full of determination.
After banging his head three times again, he began to desperately break free from the shackles of Qingqiu Suo.
Even if the lock cuts through the flesh and penetrates deep into the bone marrow, it will not stop...
"Even if he doesn't have me in his heart, I can't make Brother Jiu Nan sad!"
"Just...just think of it as repaying the favor of curing my leg disease!"
At the same time, Wanlong Mountain, the ancestral home of the Chang family.
The Northern Blood Dragon, who was explaining the Dharma to his brother, suddenly fell silent and stood up, looking towards the north with a serious face.
"Executive member Chen... the bluestone coffin!!"
"Brothers, the final battle that our Chang family has been preparing for day and night is here!"
After a brief moment of astonishment, no one spoke.
Chang Huaiyuan, the second master of the Chang family who was as steady as a rock, suddenly stood up, took out seven blood-red pills and handed them to each of his brothers, including himself and Chang Huaiyuan.
It was secretly refined for a long time, and it was the same "ephemeral flower" as Hui Liuye!
(For details, see Chapter 686 of this book: Holding the Moon Down)
"You all know how to use it, right?!"
"Don't worry, second brother, I'll find out later!"
The five brothers answered crisply and without any nonsense.
Chang Huaiyuan took out a golden glove and slowly put it on his slender, bony right hand.
This is the "weapon" he specially prepared for the final battle.
"But do you still have something to tell your family?"
Mr. Chang Wu has a bold personality and laughs out loud.
"Except for my eighth brother, all my family members are here!"
"We're just going to die together, how can we explain it!"
Chang Huaiyuan laughed, tears flashing from his laughter.
Dressed in white, he rose up in the wind and flew straight ahead.
The giant dragon looms in the sky behind you, and "ten thousand dragons" roar in unison!
"There is a blood dragon in the northern country. It is angry and often kills people."
"If Chang didn't kill him openly, how could he deserve such a false name!"
"Brother Chen Fuxian, hold on, Chang will come to accompany you right now!"
Military strategists are good at attacking thousands of miles, and Wanlong Mountain is the closest to the incident, so Chang Huaiyuan arrived first.
They saw Chen Fu and others who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, as well as Zhang Shizu who was dragging the corner of the bluestone with his life.
At this time, the corpse exorcist was really miserable: his right arm was crippled and there were several big holes in his body.
While using the Corpse Transformation Technique to the extreme, he shouted at Zhao Fei and the others.
"Run quickly! Don't let me, ancestor, die in vain!"
While he was distracted by shouting, the corner of the bluestone hit Zhang Shizu's head again with a sharp sound.
At the critical moment, the Chang family's "magic weapon" descended from the sky, and his golden right hand was stretched out, brazenly facing the corner of the bluestone.
There was a muffled bang, and Chang Huaiyuan's body swayed slightly, but he firmly grasped the blue stone that had been killing everyone just now.
However, his face was still elegant, and there was no joy in defeating a powerful enemy.
“The bluestone coffin buried halfway up the mountain is truly worthy of its reputation!”
"Just the power of a corner has already made Chang's arm sore and numb. It's amazing, it's amazing!"
Seeing that his powerful enemy was being "handled" by Chang Huaiyuan, Zhao Fei couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Brother Chang, that thing killed Uncle Chen, and my uncle will die too!"
"Crush his little brat to take revenge on everyone!"
Chang Huaiyuan not only did not answer when he heard this, but his expression became even more solemn.
He didn't turn around, just stared straight ahead.
He first commanded in a deep voice: "Second brother, lead your brothers to save people first!"
"Move everyone to a safe place!"
Then he said to the front of nothingness.
"After all, you have buried half of the world. It is really beneath your dignity to hide your head and tail like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bluestone in Chang Huaiyuan's hand suddenly shook violently.
The power was so great that even the blood dragon of the Northern Kingdom could not hold it, and it broke free with a cry and melted into the void.
Then the earth shook, and a damp, moldy bluestone coffin slowly rose up, dripping with red blood like a river bursting its banks.
Endless wails came from the sarcophagus, like thousands of creatures crying together...
Under the erosion of resentment, Zhao Fei, who had the lowest moral standards, instantly turned his eyes red.
If it weren't for the fifth master of the Chang family, he would have lost his mind and attacked everyone indiscriminately.