Song Hengjiang quietly looked at the engraved pattern of 'Zhuang Chengqian'. The complicated pattern was like small flowers blooming around Songwan River.
At this time, Song Wanxi's eyes were slightly closed, and there were two scarlet strokes on her eyebrows, which were the blood of 'Zhuang Chengqian''s heart.
He has always known how much his sister loves Zhuang Chengqian.
After becoming possessed, Wanxi has not closed her eyes for 218 years. Was it because she sensed Zhuang Chengqian that she could sleep peacefully?
He looked very uncomfortable with Zhuang Chengqian, who looked like a handsome young man now.
He was still more accustomed to the ugly and heroic Zhuang Chengqian.
Yes. In his impression, Zhuang Chengqian had both the heroic spirit of a knight who "befriended the heroes of the five capitals", and the coldness of a general who ignored life and death.
Zhuang Chengqian was neither as majestic as recorded in the history books of Zhuang State, nor as despicable as the people of Yong State said.
He is a complex and three-dimensional character.
But for Song Hengjiang, the sworn brother.
No matter how cold Zhuang Chengqian is to others, no matter how the world evaluates Zhuang Chengqian, at least towards the Qingjiang Shui Tribe and Song Hengjiang, Zhuang Chengqian has always done his best.
Just as he said during the confrontation with Zhuang Gaoxian, when Zhuang Chengqian was still there, he never brought a single soldier to Qingjiang Water Mansion, he always served his brother as a younger brother, and he never showed any arrogance. When he was a general,
The same is true when you are a king.
Song Wanxi's death caused him to have great resentment towards Zhuang Chengqian. But Zhuang Chengqian's sad and crazy look at that time cannot be faked. He even ignored the stability of the country and killed Gu Yi, who was also his wife, and used the entire White Bone Road as his
Song Wanxi was buried with him. In the end, he died vigorously in the battle with the Bone God.
He can't say that Zhuang Chengqian didn't try his best or atone for his sins.
It's just that sometimes fate plays tricks on people, and God's will may not allow the good things to last forever.
"This looks very much like a water apple." Song Hengjiang said as he looked at the formation pattern that was gradually taking shape.
According to the legend of the aquatic tribe, the day when the water apples bloom all over the water, wandering has come to an end.
It was a beautiful vision. The displaced water people yearned for a river to live in, and did not want to wander around anymore.
Of course Zhuang Chengqian knew this legend, he had heard Song Wanxi tell it countless times.
So his voice was harsh: "Wanxi will be back soon, we can reunite..."
No one knows how much of his sadness is true and how false. Maybe even he himself can't tell the difference!
But the end of wandering may not be peace, it may also be death.
The pattern is completely formed.
Like a sea of red flowers, it surrounds Song Wanxi with her eyes closed.
Song Hengjiang slowly squatted down and reached out to hold her hand.
Bitingly cold.
He murmured: "Just like the water apples are in full bloom, I return to my hometown."
The Qingjiang Shui tribe was not originally in Qingjiang. It came here after a long migration. But even for Song Hengjiang, the memory of his so-called hometown is too far away.
Only the happy time of playing with my sister when I was young is still before my eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes, and his soul left his body. Following the secret method described by Zhuang Chengqian, he pushed away the evil spirit and escaped into Song Wanxi's sea of soul.
‘Zhuang Chengqian’ knelt down and said with tears: “Brother…”
Song Hengjiang left behind his last spiritual thoughts before his soul completely entered Song Wanxi's Yuan Shenhai and became demonized on its own.
"Brother, I will leave Wanxi to you for the last time, take good care of her..."
"Brother..." 'Zhuang Chengqian' burst into tears: "Please don't worry. This time, I..."
His voice was sad and his expression was heavy.
But his hands were so steady, one hand covered Song Wanxi's eyes, as if he couldn't bear to let her see the tragic image, and the other hand cut across it like a knife!
Direct, straightforward, and fierce.
Song Hengjiang's soul-detached body was directly chopped off and his head was chopped off! He fell to the ground in a rush of blood.
At this time, Song Hengjiang, who was deep in Song Wanxi's Yuanshen Sea and was transforming himself into a demon, of course sensed that something was wrong and rushed out with huge power.
But he ran into an invisible barrier and fell into the blood-colored sea of souls again.
Zhuang Chengqian pressed his seal between Song Wanxi's eyebrows to stop Song Hengjiang's resistance.
His current strength may not be able to suppress Song Hengjiang's spirit.
But it is feasible to use Song Wanxi's demonic body as a prison cage.
Back then, the three of them explored this ancient demon cave together and each gained something. Song Hengjiang was later able to guide Song Wanxi into becoming a demon and save her life. Zhuang Chengqian gained more!
It's just that I haven't had many opportunities to use it.
After cutting off the support of Song Hengjiang's physical body to his soul, 'Zhuang Chengqian' stretched out his left hand and hung it on Song Wanxi's face.
The index finger of the right hand lightly scratched the left wrist, and the blood flowed instantly!
The blood flowed more and more rapidly.
It's unimaginable that there could be so much blood on one person's body, as if there was no end to it.
Zhuang Chengqian kept destroying the body's potential to produce more blood.
The surging river of blood covered Song Wanxi entirely, wrapping her into a bloody person.
The blood flow rolled, vaguely highlighting various strange lines, crawling like bloody insects.
Zhuang Chengqian wanted more than Jiang Wang imagined!
He didn't just want to kill Song Hengjiang to prevent future troubles. He also wanted to use Song Hengjiang's soul and Song Wanxi's demonic body to complete his true vision.
After suddenly seeing Song Hengjiang return to the underwater cave, he immediately had an idea!
Song Wanxi has the appearance of a true demon, and Song Hengjiang has the soul of a peak god. If they are refined together, there is a chance to become a blood puppet true demon.
A blood puppet who possesses real demon fighting power but is completely controlled by him!
The Blood Puppet True Demon is a product that only exists in his imagination, but he is confident enough to complete it.
At that time, when he can fully control Jiang Wang's body and regain his previous real-person cultivation, he will have the power of two real-persons on his own, and he will truly be better than before.
The blood continued to drain, and his face became paler, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
The blood flowed and solidified, forming a strange and strange blood coffin.
Song Wanxi has always been lying silently in it, and Song Hengjiang's soul is bound in the sea of souls of this demonic body, and will soon be transformed by the demonic energy.
When the blood coffin is completely stabilized and unveiled, it will be the time when the real blood puppet is born.
Everything went smoothly, just like countless times in the past, 'Zhuang Chengqian' was ready to welcome his victory.
At this moment, he discovered that the wound on his wrist was glowing white.
"What's this?"
The murmur in the inner palace finally became clear, and the voice murmured, "The flesh grows into white bones, and the soul returns to the rotten body..."
The wound on my wrist begins to heal.
‘Zhuang Chengqian’’s expression changed instantly: “The art of reincarnation of flesh and soul!”
boom!
It was as if some ancient passage had been opened.
Overwhelming pressure has descended on the world.
Squeeze into this long-abandoned ancient devil's cave.
A tall, indifferent voice without any emotion came here.