Luo Lie's words were not simply arrogance, but he knew very well that without the pure blood of the Nanzhao royal family, the Baima family, these ordinary Nanzhao people, even with their peerless martial arts, would not be able to defeat the magic of their witch clan.

Law.

Precisely because they knew that the "king" in front of them was a fake, a puppet brought back by the old Nanzhao King to replace the real Baima Zixi, and that he did not have half of Baima's blood in him, they were not worried at all.

They have not yet found the exact location of where the real "White Horse Zilong" was hidden by the old Nanzhao King, but when they find him, they will definitely kill him as soon as possible.

As long as there is no more pure blood of the Baima clan in this world, the people of the Witch Clan can completely break free from their shackles and gain true freedom.

"White Horse" narrowed his eyes slightly, the light in his icy eyes faded away, as if they were shining brightly in the sun.

The young man's face is undoubtedly exquisite and beautiful, with a clean and pure look that has never suffered in the world. His pink lips slightly curled up: "In recent years, your Wu clan has existed in Nanzhao and the Central Plains like rats and ants in the sewer. To be honest,

I'm tired of being patient with you, why do you think...if you live in such pain, why don't you die in the Demon Sealing Mountain?"

At the mention of "Sealed Demon Mountain", Luo Lie, Beihu and others felt their blood rush to their heads instantly, their faces turned red and their ears turned red, like an enraged lion, furious.

"My witch clan will fight to the death with the Erbaima clan!"

The matter of "Sealing the Demonic Mountain" back then was a taboo topic for the Wu clan, an old scar that could not be touched, a past that was deeply hated but heart-wrenching.

The northern tiger stepped forward and rushed forward. His steps were heavy, like an elephant's legs hitting the ground, sinking three feet into the snow.

He opened his mouth, and it was like a black hole whirlpool. He roared like a lion, and the voice circle expanded. A layer of noisy snow waves was set off on the ground and fell towards Bai Mazi, Li Xin and others.

Li Xin and others were trembling with fear, unable to support themselves and retreating towards the rear. Only Bai Mazi took a step forward with his sleeves fluttering. The cold wind from the cliff blew his black hair and white clothes. He stepped forward, but it seemed that

Without any pressure, the figure disappeared like a ghost, and suddenly came to Beihu's side. The corners of his graceful mouth seemed to be outlined innocently, and his slender white hands pressed down on Beihu's head and slammed it against the rock beside him.

Bang!

The stone shattered in response, and the northern tiger fell to the ground like a collapsed mountain, its hands and feet twitching, and blood spewed out of its mouth.

"You dare to stop Gu with such little ability." He chuckled, his innocent eyes like an antelope curled up, and then he took a piece of plain handkerchief from the person beside him and wiped his fingertips: "It's dirty.

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After wiping his hands, the handkerchief was casually thrown on Beihu's bloody face. He moved without looking away, the cold and noble hem of his clothes brushing against his stiff and cold arms, and he headed towards the ice cave.

Luo Lie and several other Wuwu were stunned. At this time, a frosty wind blew, the ice branches withered, and the coldness that jumped up from the soles of their feet made them shiver.

"No, it's impossible!"

Luo Lie's Shura-like face was twisted like a tree due to his emotional changes. He couldn't believe it. This was obviously a fake King of Nanzhao. Where did he learn this unpredictable martial skill? How could he defeat the Wu clan?

enchantment?!

it's out of the question!

Unless...unless...he is—

When he thought of that guess, Luo Lie's breath suffocated, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, and his face turned pale and startled.

"Luo Lie!"

An old and steady shout from behind him shocked him. It was the voice of the Lin clan elder, and he understood what the clan elder meant.

He looked at Beihu's body lying on the ground, gritted his teeth, and then did not continue to fight against Baima Zilong, but returned to the ice cave. The other Wuwu were stunned for a moment, and although they didn't know the reason, they followed him.

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Since Luo Lie no longer maintains the "shield" boundary, Li Xin and his military can break in unscrupulously.

Hearing the sound of large-scale footsteps rushing in, everyone in the ice cave knew that someone had come in. The ten clan elders in the formation looked outside the cave. When they saw the leader in front of them, who walked in casually, their expressions were cold.

Shen.

"Baima Zixi?!"

"Everyone seems surprised?" Bai Mazi blinked his eyes, his long eyelashes were as soft as a baby's, slightly raised, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he smiled innocently: "Isn't this the twelve elders of the Wu clan?

It’s really rare to meet ten mysterious clan elders today. Since it’s so rare, why don’t we talk about old times together?”

He glanced at the twelve people who were stable and motionless in the formation one by one. Among them were ten clan elders, but two were absent. These twelve people were the longest surviving and most knowledgeable beings in the Wu clan.

They represent the rise and fall of the twelve branches of the Wu Clan and the fortune and fortune. Due to their special and important status, they lived in seclusion in the early years and disappeared for a time, but now they appear here for the future of the Wu Clan.

He asked someone to bring a chair, lay down lazily behind him, and paid his respects, like a young king wearing a crown on the throne, arrogantly saying: "I have left you out for many years, and you really think that the Nanzhao royal family is serious about it.

Are you at a loss? Over the years, you have massacred 346 members of the Baima clan with the help of various forces, and finally accumulated the strength to resurrect your Lich King. You want to get rid of the Wu clan's inherent bloodline surrender in one fell swoop.

, do you feel very excited, excited, and happy that your long-cherished wish is about to be fulfilled?"

His expression was very indifferent, with a pleasant smile, and a childish innocence and cruelty. Even when he mentioned the 3460 relatives of the Bai Ma family who were killed and were related to him by blood, he still showed the same expression.

There are no emotional changes.

"You think, if someone severely destroys your hope at this time, wouldn't it be better for you to experience what despair means?" He asked with an interesting look on his face, fanning his long eyelashes as if he was curious.

There is no malice in the face and tone, but it contains the most vicious thoughts in the world. This is the white horse Zixiong displayed in front of them.

"You - you are the real Baima Zilong!" the Lin clan elder stared at him deeply and said: "Unexpectedly, I thought it was a Li Daitao Zhan, but I didn't expect that you would choose this period to come back and be sent away.

It has been more than ten years, so what if you come back now, do you think Nanzhao is still the country of your father?"

Even if they didn't see what happened outside with their own eyes, they could still know that unlike Luo Lie and Beihu, it didn't take much time for the clan elder to recognize that the Nanzhao King in front of him was the real White Horse Zirou.

A man who had disappeared for more than ten years suddenly appeared in such a tyrannical manner. They had known about it without revealing any clues before. It is conceivable that his scheming and planning must not be simple.

The people of the Witch Clan were surprised and suspicious of his existence, and at the same time they raised their vigilance to the highest level. Now the ten clan elders and the others are trapped in the battle, and they must not act rashly, otherwise the Lich King's arrival may cause a loss of success.

But what if the real Baima bloodline comes? As of now, no one can stop them!

Everyone present from the Wu clan had stern expressions on their faces, staring at the group of intruders with unkind eyes.

Baima Zixi naturally noticed the strong change of the Wu clan, and the people around him also gathered around him, forming an evenly matched confrontation with the Wu clan.

He did not answer the Lin clan elder's question. Suddenly, he was interested in bringing up another topic: "Do you know the puppetry technique?"

Puppetry?

The elders of the Gan tribe and others stared at him closely, but their expressions did not fluctuate too much.

But soon I thought of one thing, and the things that I had been puzzled about before seemed to have a context.

"Are you saying that the fake White Horse Zixiu is not actually a human being, but a puppet acting on your behalf?" the Qian tribe elder said quietly.

If this is the case, it seems that he was well prepared when he found this place so accurately today.

Baima Zixi stretched out a finger to his lips, his clean and white fingertips revealed a charming pink color, as if they were rosy in the snow: "You think the Wu Clan has completely controlled the Nanzhao Kingdom? But you don't know. It is also me, and I am also it. Although I am alone outside, I control the puppets to perform a play with you. Everyone in the court knows everything. Do you think...are you stupid?"

The faces of the elders from the ten tribes who were worshiping the formation all darkened. Indeed, for more than ten years they had thought that the old Nanzhao King was just a stand-in to protect the real Baima Zixi, but they did not know that what he left behind was a body that could be mistaken for the real one. 's puppet.

The puppet has no thoughts and memories. Only the operator can give it sympathetic body movements so that it can move.

But the puppet is not a human being, and it cannot grow. However, the puppet has been able to change continuously over the years. This can only show that there is a traitor in Nanzhao who can confuse them all, but is not suspected. He/she has always been After covering up everything for Bai Ma Zilong, he has been able to confuse their eyes for so many years.

Elder Qian heard this but didn't believe it. He felt that he was alarmist: "How could you, a child of only a few years old when you were sent away, control a puppet thousands of miles away?"

Puppetry is a high-level secret skill in southern Xinjiang. It is not a secret skill that ordinary people can learn through peeps. They simply do not believe that the young Baima Zilong can do things that even many adults cannot do.

Moreover, once the puppet is made and associated with the caster, the caster cannot change the puppet midway. If the fake "White Horse" is not controlled by him at the beginning, he will not be able to interfere later.

Bai Ma Zixi naturally understood what they were thinking, but he felt there was no need to explain to them because no one could understand how he got here in the past ten years.

When he first learned about the person, he was sent away by his father to ensure that he grew up safely. He was locked up alone at the bottom of a dark lake, with no one to accompany him, no one to talk to, all year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night. He lived a monotonous and boring life day after day, accompanied by nothing but loneliness and silence, and endless coldness.

He was still young at first, so he was not used to this kind of life. Except for the constant sound of gurgling water, the surroundings were so empty that it scared him.

He tried to escape, but he was discovered by the people guarding outside every time, but he did not give up until one day, the secret guard brought something and placed it in front of him and motioned for him to open it.

This is a square box with black paint on the surface and an outline of golden night vine flowers. This is one of the patterns used by the royal family of Nanzhao Kingdom and it is also his father's favorite flower table.

For some reason, he was so confused at that moment that he stared at the box with some fear.

The secret guard did not rush him, but quietly waited for his decision.

Finally, he obeyed and opened it. When he looked at the head lying quietly inside the box, at that moment, he felt that maybe something was wrong with him.

That was his father's head, covered by messy hair. The lower neck was chopped off and there was some minced meat stuck on it. The blood had dried. His pale face was stained with long-dried blood. He opened his eyes with hollow eyes.

The numb eyes seemed to be telling him - Son, my child, you must fulfill your father's destiny, otherwise your father will not rest in peace even if he dies!

He was so frightened that he froze for a long time, and from then on he no longer had the desire to escape.

He can't go out yet. He made an agreement with his father that he will never step out of the bottom of the lake until he has the opportunity to fight back!

After that, he stayed at the bottom of the lake like a puppet that had been drained of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, while the secret guards sent other boxes one after another, which naturally contained the heads of other people, one by one.

Some he knew, some he didn't know, all belonged to their Baima clan.

At first, when faced with these dead and severed heads, he would scream in fear and cry in his arms, but in the end, he could become indifferent and even look at it all indifferently.

These people who were sent here were all killed by the Wu Clan first. They died without graves or monuments. They were found by the secret guards and cut off one by one and sent to him. This kind of behavior that is similar to blaspheming the royal family of Nanzhao is naturally not the secret guard.

He did it for no reason, but it was something the late king ordered the secret guards to do before he died.

The purpose is to arouse the hatred in Baima Zixi's heart, turn him into a calm madman, and let him carve the humiliation and resentment of the Nanzhao royal family into his bones.

After staying alone for a long time, he no longer feels the cold at the bottom of the lake, because his heart is as hard as ice, and he is no longer afraid of loneliness, because he has become a world of his own, and he was once afraid that he could not bear it all.

, he locked himself firmly at the bottom of the lake with a chain, and relied on the ice waterfall to exercise his mind. He was afraid that he would go crazy if he stayed alone for a long time, so he blocked his emotions and used an empty shell to drive another person thousands of miles away.

With a puppet body.
Chapter completed!