No matter what purpose the other party has in approaching me, the delusion is true.
"The Dark Lord once saved Dui He's life many times. In the end, Duo He repaid his kindness and swung his sword at the Dark Lord." Di Wuchen's sky-green eyes narrowed slightly and said, "When the Dark Lord executed Duo He,
There was a curse placed on his soul."
"Curse?" Xuanyuan Yu frowned.
"The curse of living, even if Juehe wakes up and is reborn, there will still be a very fatal flaw in his body." Di Wuchen's eyes fell on the broken sword in Xuanyuan Yu's hand, and said, "That flaw can only be broken by Wan Tian."
Xuanyuan Yu's heart moved and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword hilt.
He understood what Di Wuchen meant. Between heaven and earth, he was the only one who could kill the crane.
"Why do you want to help me?" Xuanyuan Yu was confused.
The corners of Di Wuchen's lips curved in a meaningful arc, and he said, "I hope you can kill Jue He."
The look on Xuanyuan Yu's face suddenly became serious.
Regardless of the fact that he had no intention of killing Jue He before, more importantly, Luo'er's heart was always affected by Jue He's life and death.
Feeling Xuanyuan Yu's doubtful gaze, Di Wuchen's sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly and said: "I am also following orders, the master... the master doesn't like him."
The word Lord God rushed to the throat, and he swallowed it alive.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes dimmed slightly and he said coldly: "Then who is your master?"
The corner of Di Wuchen's lips curved in a meaningful arc, he stretched out an extremely slender finger, pointed upward, moved his thin lips slightly, and uttered one word: "Heaven."
sky?
People in heaven? Or God?
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't allow himself to think too much. The next moment, thick fog suddenly filled the dense forest, creating an extremely strong whirlpool.
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help but stretched out a hand and covered it in front of his eyes.
The strong wind and thick fog dissipated.
When Xuanyuan Yu moved his arm, he found that the area in front of him was empty, and there was no Di Wuchen anywhere.
The phantom of the immortal disappeared.
What has not disappeared is the extremely real Broken Sword Wangtian in his hand.
Xuanyuan Yu raised his hand, put Wangtian in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, a line of gilded fonts, like a brand, appeared on the broken blade.
"The day the broken sword is reforged is the day my king returns."
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips couldn't help but curl up with an evil smile. He understood that this was the secret message given by the sword spirit to its master.
Even if he gets what belongs to him, he will definitely not become a chess piece that Di Wuchen wants to control at will.
Even if it is for Luo'er, Jue He cannot be killed.
He must find a way to achieve both ends.
"Yu!"
"Yu, where are you?"
"Yu, I can feel you. You are nearby. Please answer me!"
An extremely anxious call came from not far away.
Xuanyuan Yu's heart moved. This extremely familiar voice was Luo'er!
Luoer came to find him?
Xuanyuan Yu's heart, which had been as gray as ashes, was beating violently as if it had been revived in an instant.
He had been impulsive before, and after Ming Xiche and Qingcheng Yeling said those words, he was in a state of confusion, burned inside and out, and turned away angrily, not caring about Luo'er at all.
No matter how Jue He is or what his heart is, Luo'er is innocent.