Zong Xingyu stood quietly on the spot, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulging out. He was breathing heavily, breathing heavily, and his expression was extremely ferocious.
He stood quietly for a while, then suddenly rushed towards the altar as if going crazy, towards the figures sitting quietly.
"Uncle Wang! Third Uncle Wang! Look at me, look at me, I am Xingyu, I am Xingyu..."
The target figure that Zong Xingyu was talking to was still sitting mechanically, his eyes were gray and white, motionless, as if he couldn't hear at all and was indifferent.
"Uncle Li! Uncle Li..."
"Uncle Dao, Uncle Dao..."
"Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian..."
Zong Xingyu called out one by one, but never received any response.
He looked desperately at these bronze sculpture-like figures. The elders who had shown infinite love and affection to him in the past suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Suddenly he looked up to the sky with extreme grief and anger and shouted: "What the hell is going on!"
"What's going on! Why is this happening!"
"You guys are talking! You guys are talking, you can say whatever you want, just say a word..."
"Look at me! I am Xingyu, Zong Xingyu..."
He grabbed someone from behind, hugged him and shook him violently: "Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu, look at me, look at me... I am Xingyu, I am the Xingyu you loved most back then.
…”
The man remained indifferent and unresponsive.
Zong Xingyu walked around, walked around in front of the man, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Uncle Wu...could it be that you..."
He moved to the front, but he blocked the man's way of inputting vitality into the altar. The man finally turned his head slowly and stared at him with gray eyes. His eyes that he didn't understand at first moved. Zong Xingyu saw this.
I was overjoyed and shouted joyfully: "Uncle Wu...it's me..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, the man suddenly took action and slapped him hard on the chest.
puff!
This sudden attack was so sudden that Zong Xingyu was caught off guard and suffered such a heavy blow that his internal organs were almost shattered. A mouthful of blood spurted out and he flew far away.
Cuofei Zong Xingyu also has the cultivation of the most powerful person in the world. Even when his mind is unstable, he has extremely strong energy to guard the last line of defense. The young master of the West Palace is afraid that he will die inexplicably.
Here it is!
However, his body was still in mid-air. Zong Xingyu still had no resentment in his heart, but was filled with disbelief. His eyes when he looked at Uncle Wu were filled with deep heartache.
After Uncle Wu knocked Zong Xingyu away with one palm, he turned his head as if nothing had happened and resumed his original posture. A stream of true spiritual energy was continuously shot out from the palm of his hand and injected into the altar.
The whole person has returned to the state of clay carving and wood sculpture.
That's not the case. With the astonishing strength shown by Uncle Wu and the injuries Zong Xingyu suffered, Zong Xingyu would definitely die with just one more palm at most!
And the blood that Zong Xingyu vomited out in large mouths spurted out on the ground, bright blood red, black smoke suddenly rose from the altar, the blood on the ground quickly turned into mist, and flew into the altar with a "sudden" sound, and the place on the ground that was originally stained red
, no more red at all.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Zong Xingyu kept choking and coughing, trying hard to support his body to get up from the ground. His expression was full of despair. Not only because he was seriously injured and his physical strength could not sustain the load, but also because of his psychological condition.
A blow is the real pain that cannot be increased!
For a moment, he stood blankly staring at these people.
After practicing for a long time, he shouted out like crying and laughing: "Why is this..."
But I don’t know who this sentence is about!
Ask people? Ask yourself? Ask your father? Or ask the devil?
Or maybe asking... God?
The so-called God's will plays tricks on people, and fate plays tricks on people, it's nothing more than this!
Zong Xingyu's voice was shrill and his mood was confused.
He staggered backwards, step by step, staggering out, spitting out a mouthful of blood almost every step he took. But his eyes were still fixed on these people.
Even if these people move their expressions a little, turn their eyes a little, and show a little bit of care, I can still feel the warmth of that year.
At that time, if I had vomited blood like this, let alone vomiting blood, even if I scratched a little skin, these uncles and uncles would be heartbroken and crazy, but now, no one cares about what will happen to me...
He retreated to a position where he couldn't see the figure over there, and retreated to the exit.
Of these sixty-three people, still no one has moved an inch, and there has been no change whatsoever.
He didn't turn his head, his expression didn't change, and he didn't even move his eyes.
On the ground, a lot of blood spit out along the way was still the same as before, turning into mist and flying into the altar.
The whole space is still so eerie and ghostly.
At this point, Zong Xingyu was finally in despair. He laughed miserably, suddenly turned his head, stumbled and ran out without looking back.
At this time, Ye Xiao and others have arrived at the periphery of the West Hall.
This time, Ye Xiao felt something extremely abnormal. It was an extremely bad feeling.
"The scope seems a little wrong." It was Qionghua Yuehuang who spoke first.
Common cultivators, especially veteran and advanced cultivators, are always not as good as Ye Xiao, but they are particularly sensitive to their own sensory conditions. It is a bit like the legendary saying that things are not right and they are whims.
Along the way, Ye Xiao could definitely feel that Qionghua Yuehuang's attitude towards him was getting gentler and gentler. It could even be said that he was following him and watching him intentionally or unintentionally.
Basically, no matter how big or small the situation is, he will get involved. As for anything that can be related to Ye Xiao, he will be very concerned, very positive, and very proactive.
Regarding this point, even Lei Dadi and other three elders are very satisfied.
"What's going on with that woman? How can she be so mean... Chong Xiao is the apprentice of our three brothers! She is always so proactive and caring, what's going on... Could it be that the child is good-looking?
I am obsessed with it and want the old cow to eat the young grass..."
"No, that's not the case. That boy Chong Xiao is indeed outstanding in appearance, but that girl from Yue Huang is probably not that good. Besides, the way I see her looking at Chong Xiao is more like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law..."
"That's also with bad intentions. Our apprentice's wife is not from Qionghua Moon Palace. Why does she think so? What qualifications does she have to think so!" Lei Dadi secretly blew his beard and glared, obviously feeling very unhappy.
.
Feng Wuying was also very unhappy: "It's just that, that old woman is really... nosy, she actually took away all our jobs... I don't think she intends to allocate any of her disciples to Chong Xiao, so she warned her in advance
Well, we can’t do this…”
"That's right, this must never be done..."
While they were making random guesses, Ye Xiao was talking to the Moon Emperor.
Ye Xiao frowned and said: "The atmosphere around us is indeed very strange. It seems that some changes have occurred."
The Moon Emperor nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad. There is indeed something wrong with the atmosphere."
Ye smiled and said: "Well, actually since our group entered the boundary of the West Palace, I have felt that basically every step forward, the murderous aura and ferocious aura becomes stronger."
He looked at the dense forest in front of him with his deep eyes, took a breath and said: "I have a vague prediction. It seems that the people in the West Palace... are planning to fight us."
"But judging from our initial predictions and the information we have... the Demon Lord will not do this, at least not in such a hurry, because he still needs us to help him kill people and kill more people... otherwise
, there is simply not enough life spirit energy to complete the nine altars."
"But now, there is such a depressing atmosphere again..." Ye Xiao frowned: "There must be some kind of variables that we don't know about? And this situation is not only bad for us, but also with the Demon Lord
The presets are also inconsistent with each other. This variable affects both sides at the same time. I am really interested in who has the energy to create this variable!"
The Moon Emperor narrowed his eyes and said: "Since it can't be the Demon Lord, then could the problem lie with the number two figure in the West Palace... Zong Xingyu?"
Ye Xiao was silent for a moment and said: "This remains to be seen. It is not appropriate to make any assumptions at this stage."
"There is another possibility...that is, the energy required by their altar is enough. If this is the case, the current situation may also occur!" Qionghua Yuehuang frowned suspiciously.
"This is absolutely impossible!" Ye Xiao shook his head decisively: "If it was really enough, then the West Hall would definitely have ceased to exist... it would have been filled into the altar to complete the magic fire."
Qionghua Yuehuang's face changed and he said in disbelief: "How is this possible? Zong Xingyu has always been Zong Yuankai's biological son. Even if Zong Yuankai could sacrifice anyone with his heart, he would not sacrifice his own son.
Bar."
Ye Xiao said calmly: "In emergencies, you have to obey the authority. In some extreme cases, you can deny your son. Compared with Qingyun Tianyu, which pays more attention to personal power and has more human touch. I have traveled to the lower realm of Hanyang before.
During that time, we really witnessed too many human tragedies in which fathers killed their sons, and sons killed their fathers. The so-called hero's method was to disown his relatives. This is especially true for people, not to mention that Zong Yuankai is already a monster, and he is still a monster.
How much humanity can you retain?!"
Upon hearing these words, Qionghua Yuehuang was suddenly stunned.
From these words, she suddenly felt a burst of extreme heartache, which made her heart twitch.
Looking at the calm and handsome face in front of her, she could feel the pain in Ye Xiao's heart. The Moon Emperor couldn't help but have the urge to hold him in her arms and comfort him.
…
Ye Xiao and his party are still about 700 miles away from the West Palace.
However, at this distance, the coalition forces have suffered an unprecedented and crazy blockage, resulting in unprecedented casualties.
Yes, the current resistance we are facing can only be described with the word "crazy".
It was a kind of extreme fighting without any scruples and no room left. Every battle was extremely bloody and violent.
At this time, the men in the west hall were fighting in a completely lifeless manner.
As far as those who seek death and fight bloody battles are concerned, it seems that they are the victims, and they are the ones who want to defend their right to survive at all costs. They are full of courage, grief, anger and aggrievedness.
"What's going on? As for being so powerful, do you dare to die openly?" Ye Xiao felt surprised.
The Demon Lord is Zong Yuankai; the West Palace is the base camp of Demon Soul Dao. This is an undoubted fact and reality!
The people in the West Palace are the cause of disaster and the source of catastrophe in the heavens. This is even more irrefutable!
So why are you guys so miserable and angry? How come it seems like we bullied you...
This, this cannot be justified no matter how you say it!
It's obvious that you guys have forced the entire Qingyun Tianyu community to the point where they can no longer survive, okay!
OK?
OK?!!
Wave after wave of attacks, all possible ambushes, attacks, face-to-face decisive battles, challenges by name, even sneak attacks, poisoning, traps, assassinations, plots...
Sometimes, the coalition forces can find hundreds of attacks and battles from different directions and positions in one day!
Such frequency of attacks made Ye Xiaoxuanbing and others feel one thing. The senior officials of the West Palace seemed to have been greatly stimulated by something, and then they went crazy?
But but, but, what is the reason that makes them crazy?
You can cause havoc in the heavens and bring disaster to the sky, what else is there that you can't bear?!
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At the highest point of the palace building in the West Hall, the "Zhizhi", Zong Xingyu was sitting alone, with cold eyes, pale face, and an indescribable unruliness in the corner of his mouth.
"Since you deprived me of the family affection I longed for, I should give you something in return!"
"If you ask me to let them in, I will do the most extreme thing to stop them!"
"You want the West Palace to disappear quietly, but I will try my best to fight back and have a brilliant battle!"
"Even if you enter the devil's path, even if the West Palace is destined to be exterminated, you can't just sit there and die, you have to fight vigorously!"
"If you can't stand it, if you think I have violated your wishes, come and beat me! Come and beat me!"
Zong Yuankai was severely injured by a palm before, and the old injury has not healed, but his eyes only burned with crazy flames.
Perhaps even he himself has not figured out why he suddenly loses his temper at such a moment.
That stubbornness, that deliberately disruptive mood, had clearly not appeared in me for more than ten thousand years...
At this moment, it is spreading like wildfire.
Perhaps Zong Xingyu didn't realize that he was actually hoping that his father would find out what he had done, come over and teach him a lesson, present facts and reason to wake him up; but he never wanted to be like now
Like this, always cold and expressionless.
There seems to be no temperature at all.
I have been following the rules for too long, and I have been pretending for countless years. This time, on the eve of the destruction of the West Palace, I want to be willful. I just want to see, father, if after entering the devil's way, there will no longer be so-called human beings.
emotions!
Not even a little bit, a few bits, a trace, a tiny bit gone?!
"Is it really gone?" Zong Xingyu stood up and roared to the sky.
Now he only feels the suffocation in his chest, as if it might explode at any time.