It wasn't until a sound of gasping came that everyone was finally awakened.
"Respect the elders..."
The man in black robe is Jiuhe!
Jiuhe, which everyone thought was dead!
Ling Xue looked at the pale Ye Moyan below, feeling so distressed that it was difficult to express.
"A Yan..."
"Zunlao? How could you? No...Zunlao has passed away. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Zunlao?"
Everyone present couldn't believe it and felt that the person in front of them must be a fake!
Because when they were in Shenlong Valley, they witnessed the death of the old man with their own eyes, and his body and soul disappeared into thin air.
How is it possible to be resurrected?
Xiaoyaozi also wanted to be like them, thinking that the person in front of him was an imposter.
But, that Zhu Xie, that spiritual pressure, and the tone and demeanor of speaking...
At this moment, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and a cold air poured from his back into his limbs.
Xiaoyaozi opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
At this time, Ye Moyan walked forward, and Xiaoyaozi subconsciously called him, "Su'er..."
There was a tremor in his voice that even he himself was unaware of.
Ye Moyan's angular face flickered in the light and shadow, and he looked steadily at the wine gully.
"Did you do it?"
"Su'er?"
Xiaoyaozi was surprised because Ye Moyan's voice was so calm.
Weirdly calm.
It's like...it's been prepared for a long time.
Xiaoyaozi's mind flashed, and Ye Moyan suddenly hesitated to speak several times...could it be that Su'er had already...?
"It's me."
Jiuhe didn't even try to avoid it.
Admit it directly!
"Have you not suspected it for a long time? My disciple, you are so smart. You have started to suspect it since Ling Yatou disappeared, haven't you?"
Drinking in the gully is not a disease, and the road is not slow.
Xiaoyaozi suddenly looked at Ye Moyan. Ye Moyan did not deny it, and his heart suffocated.
"……Why?"
Ye Moyan gritted his teeth and finally asked this sentence.
It had been so long since he learned that Ling Xuewei was missing, he had always had doubts in his heart.
Why was Wei'er clearly in the Destroying Star, why was she still taken away quietly despite so many people around her? Why did the other party know Qingwu very well? And why was he able to enter the Destroying Star without anyone noticing?
?
Also, why was there no trace left at the scene?
Even the most brilliant soul-capturing master can't find any clues?
Senior Baimei has great martial arts skills. Who in the world can plant the Eight Heartbroken Gu Flowers for him without anyone noticing? Who else can analyze their dynamics so clearly? How did he and Master Xiaoyao react?
Everything is not traceable.
It's just that he didn't want to think about it deeply.
He didn't want to believe that the people he trusted, respected, and regarded as his closest relatives in the world were deceiving them from the beginning to the end!
Even more unwilling to believe that everything he did was a lie, a scam, and a trap set to achieve a certain purpose!
But what he couldn't accept the most was that the person he respected the most was the one who hurt the one he loved.
The truth was like a sharp knife, piercing the softest place in his heart.
Show no mercy.
There is no way to retreat.
In the past, he could grit his teeth and push through no matter how difficult the situation was, but now, this cruel truth almost cost him half his life.
"Why? Because you are a sinful clan, and the blood of the sinful clan flows in your body. You humans should all die!"
Jiu He spoke every word, and strong hatred burst out from his eyes!
In an instant, the body of the nearest Snow Maiden exploded!
The head flew far away and rolled down in front of Xiaoyaozi.
Xiaoyaozi slowly raised his head and looked at him with eyes as if he didn't recognize Jiuhe.
The person in front of him clearly had the same face as Yuan Xiu, but it felt more and more strange to him.
Is this man with a face full of hatred and murderous intent, who seems to be destroying the world, really Yuan Xiu whom he has known for tens of thousands of years?
The old wine room was peaceful, calm, and calm. They had been together for so long, and he had never seen him lose his mind and become so violent.
Could it be that everything in the past was all false?
"Why do you say that? A sinful clan? Are you not a human clan?"
"Of course I'm not!"
He drank heavily and glanced at the people below with his cold eyes, "I am Qi Yuan, the fourth son of the Poseidon Emperor, the first Poseidon of the Poseidon. There are 139,657 people in my clan, and all of them were killed by your human race.
Hands! There is a deep hatred between you and me separated by a sea of blood. Even after three million years, this hatred is still engraved in my heart day and night!"
"Poseidon... clan?"
Xiaoyaozi was in a trance.
Doubt flashed in his eyes, wondering why he couldn't understand what the other party was saying?
So does everyone else.
Ye Moyan glanced at the surrounding ice coffins, "Is it them?"
"Yes, they are my clan members, my closest relatives, my father, my mother, and my sixteen brothers and sisters. They have been buried in this sea of ice for tens of thousands of years. But the people here are nothing but our Poseidon clan.
One-tenth of the others, their souls have long since withered away, and not even a single fragment can be found."
Jiu He's eyes will become softer only when he looks at the ice coffin.
Ling Xuewei, who was right next to him, took in his expression at this moment.
Ling Xuewei thought of what Jiuhe had told her, those words...each and every one of them made her tremble.
"Are you confused? Why have you never heard of the Poseidon Clan? That's because your ancestors erased all memories of us..."
Jiu He waved his hand, and with a flash of light, scenes appeared in the void.
A dark, star-studded universe and galaxies, a vast outer world, and a 'ball' hundreds and thousands of times larger than anything they have ever seen...
Huge spaceships, huge war beasts, powerful and solemn warriors wearing golden armor! Heaven and earth, omnipotent magic weapons, advanced forging technology...
With the wave of a hand, the world is created, stone is turned into gold, in the blink of an eye, mountains and rivers rise from the ground, seas, lakes, woods, flowers, plants, insects, fish, and beasts are born.
The first human race in this world was also born from them.
The Poseidon clan gave them wisdom, enlightened them, and endowed them with the qualities of intelligence, diligence, hard work, humility, and studiousness. They taught them the skills to survive, from farming, animal husbandry, breeding, and reproduction to martial arts, weapon refining, and elixir making...
Everything transcends their cognition and subverts their thinking.
In the picture, they are the creation gods.
The origin of everything.
It is precisely because of their existence that human beings exist. And the development of the human race to this day is all because of their teachings.
The picture in front of them was so shocking that it completely subverted their cognition.
Soon, the years passed and the world changed.
The originally barren world began to become green, colorful, and full of vitality. Towns were built one after another, and a new civilized order was established.
