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Chapter 794: Why should a woman embarrass a woman?

Ning Feiyan looked thoughtful and murmured to himself: "No wonder the Zhongyou Dynasty has been in seclusion in recent years, and the empress Ying Ji never meets outsiders.

I originally thought it was because of the stupid cat...it turns out there is such a relationship.

Calculating it this way, Tianxi Sword Sect owes Zhongyou a deep debt."

"Stupid cat?" Zhao Wenjun saw Ning Feiyan's expression was different and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "What does that mean?"

Ning Feiyan smiled lightly and avoided the question: "The person who saved the sword master's life at the cost of his life turned out to be his married wife. To cut out the spiritual roots is a soul-breaking and bone-breaking pain, a lifelong injury.

However, all practitioners who have lost their spiritual roots are no different from ordinary people, even if the techniques of the Zhongyou Tao are extraordinary.

But after this calamity, the body of Empress Ying Ji may have become very weak.

But Sword Master Yu didn’t know about the spiritual roots. He was injured and had his spiritual roots changed six hundred years ago. Empress Ying Ji is no better than you. Sword Master Yu takes good care of you and finds a way to extend your longevity and youth for you.

Fairy elixir.

During these hundreds of years, she was so ill that no one noticed anything strange about her body.

Not even the person closest to me knows this, so even I have to express my admiration."

Zhao Wenjun chuckled and said: "Master Sihe said that he admired her, but in fact he was teaching me to seize the magpie's nest and enjoy the results."

She looked at Ning Feiyan, and there was no anger in her eyes, but she said with a bit of interest:

"Since Zhongyou and Tianxi are both in-laws, they helped the sword master resist the demon sect's army. Countless demons and demon cultivators died at the hands of this empress.

I originally thought that as the Lord of the Demon Realm River, you must have a deep hatred for the Empress of Zhongyou.

Is it my misunderstanding? Why do I feel that Master Sihe is not disgusted with the Empress, but instead has an inexplicable protective kindness?"

"Good intentions?" Ning Feiyan was startled for a moment, and then realized that her aggressive tone at the moment actually contained a hint of anger that was hard to detect.

She felt that her emotions were really unreasonable.

She has nothing to do with the Empress of Zhongyou, so she has nothing to be angry about.

Zhao Wenjun did not notice the subtle changes in Ning Feiyan's expression.

She smiled and said: "Everyone in the world thinks that I and Ying Ji both admire the same man, so they all think that two women competing for one man should be jealous when they meet, and you and I will fight to the death.

But the relationship between me and Ying Ji is not what the world thinks."

Ning Feiyan said "Oh?" and sneered: "Are you still trying to say that there is some hidden secret in this?"

Zhao Wenjun nodded and said: "If I really wanted to get a man, I wouldn't resort to such despicable means.

Six hundred years ago, I suffered myself and fell into a desperate situation. In addition, there were people from the Demon Sect behind my back to sow discord. Ayu had many doubts about my identity, and he was once heartbroken and desperate.

Later, he experienced death and regained his spiritual roots. After he woke up, he mistakenly thought that I had saved him.

After all, in this world, I was the only one whose fire spirit root level could match his. I later gave many explanations, but he didn't believe them at all.

I said to myself that the spiritual root came from my hand. Later, I found out that Ying Ji actually told him this, which completely dispelled his doubts about my identity and solved my dilemma.

"

Ning Feiyan was very surprised: "You are saying that Empress Zhongyou deliberately concealed the truth of the matter."

Zhao Wenjun said: "I don't know what happened between the couple back then, but since Ying Ji has such a desire to fulfill her, I will naturally not let her good intentions go to waste."

Ning Feiyan seemed to find it funny: "Everyone knows that you two are incompatible love rivals and are each other's sworn enemy. How come it sounds like you two are getting along very harmoniously now?"

Zhao Wenjun said disapprovingly: "It is Ayu who failed Yingji, not me. It is Ayu who turned a blind eye to me, not Yingji.

She doesn't owe me anything, and I've never hurt her, so why bother quarreling and making things difficult for each other?

Rather, it would be better to say that as the Empress of Zhongyou, she was able to put aside her dignity and the world's prejudices to marry Zhongyou for the sake of her beloved, which I admire very much."

This unique idea really surprised Ning Feiyan.

Zhao Wenjun suddenly chuckled twice and looked up and down at Ning Feiyan with playful eyes.

She suddenly smiled and leaned forward, her voice low and playful: "I have always had a sharp eye, but looking at Master Sihe's figure, I am afraid that I have already tasted the taste of men.

It can be seen that your body is full of fresh air and is very different from the ordinary succubus.

Could it be that up until now, I have only loved one person? I really don’t know which man is so lucky?"

The jumping nature of this topic really catches people off guard.

But what kind of person is Ning Feiyan? Not only does she not show any trace of female shyness on her face, she instead smiles charmingly, not retreating but advancing, almost nose to nose with Zhao Wenjun.

"You know? Asking about the succubus' food is taboo."

Zhao Wenjun's eyebrows twitched slightly and the corners of his lips were slightly curved: "What I mean is that one day, an extremely outstanding woman suddenly falls in love with your man, and she loves him in every possible way, treats him with all her heart, and is able to do it for you.

He gives it all and you might be able to be friends with her."

After hearing this, Ning Feiyan's mind suddenly showed the appearance of Yun Rong's features.

Ning Feiyan suddenly felt horrified in her heart, secretly thinking that the eldest princess of the Qin Kingdom could be capable of some witchcraft that deceives people's hearts, and her words were so evil and brainwashing.

She frowned calmly, but smiled on her face: "Your Highness, the eldest princess, is really careless. In the eyes of the succubus, all men are food. If anyone covets you, someone will die."

Zhao Wenjun chuckled and said: "Master Sihe is really a wonderful person. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to cooperate with you."

"You want the flame marrow?"

"One third is enough, and the rest of the flame marrow can be yours, as long as Master Sihe can help."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ning Feiyan pondered for a moment and said: "I can take none of the flame marrow."

Zhao Wenjun's eyes were filled with surprise.

Ning Feiyan looked at her and smiled and said, "I just want the eldest princess to remember this, so she owes me a favor, how about that?"

Zhao Wenjun had a sharp mind: "Master Sihe, do you want to lead the succubus clan to secretly settle down in our human world and establish some power?"

Ning Feiyan said: "I hope Her Royal Highness the Princess can provide more territory and resources."

Zhao Wenjun simply said decisively: "Deal."

Ning Feiyan had a deep smile in her eyes: "It seems that Her Royal Highness the Princess is determined to win the Flame Essence."

Zhao Wenjun's light brown eyes gradually became darker in color. She looked towards the windy and snowy sky in the distance with melancholy:

"There are no old feelings on the other side, but there are bells in Gusu. The obsessions of the past are just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. It's okay to ask for something but not get it.

Now, I just want to be the wind of freedom. If I don’t know the power of self-love, how can I expect others to give me spring, summer, autumn and winter.”





The Thirteen Sword Soul Cords of the Tianxi were once used by tens of thousands of people to reunite the ashes of eight thousand warriors. Haonong led a group of disciples without breaking into the Tianshan barrier.

As they approached, the barrier guarding the Tianshan Sword Tomb naturally faded away.

Not to mention the hundreds of warriors, even Balian can come and go freely.

Jian Mountain is vast and vast, and the smoke and clouds float over the huge mountain, majestic and traceless. The sky is still covered by rolling dark clouds, and no light can be seen.

Only the countless ancient swords inserted among the mountain roads emit a shining sword light that lasts all year round, illuminating the ancient paths with dead grass.

Tianshan Sword Tomb houses thousands of swords.

The swords that can enter the realm of Tianshan are all the peerless ancient swords left behind after generations of powerful men died.

What's more, some of the swords in the mountain were swords worn by immortals from the upper realm of the Pure Realm and wandered into the mortal world.

As Baili'an walked along the mountain road, he could clearly feel that the endless ancient swords beside him and at his feet seemed to be full of life.

They are silent in the Tianshan Mountains, unknown to the world, and the ancient historical artistic conception comes to mind.

He could see the traces of vicissitudes and heavyness on these ancient swords that had been passed down for thousands of years, as if they were waiting for the destined person and the sword to speak, and they would draw their swords and travel far away.

Along the way, the hidden swords within the sword tomb guarded by the Thirteen Sword Souls and the Twelve Sword Souls were all dead and petrified, with no sign of spiritual life.

It was as if I had become one with this ancient mountain and could never wake up again.

The ancient sword shining with sword light buzzed and clanged, as if singing a funeral song for these dead sword sects!

Balian looked at those dead and petrified swords, feeling a touch of sadness in his heart.

The heavy silence was suddenly broken by the sound of fighting with swords clanging.

Balian suppressed the emotion in his eyes and chased after the voice.

In the demon world, Haonong once drank his moonshine wine, and Gu has become one of his dark forces.

As the owner of the river, Haonong cannot sense the presence of the owner's presence.

But in the same mountain, Haonong's aura was like an eye-catching road sign on the map, within the range of Balian's spiritual consciousness.

Before walking too far, he found traces of Haonong in a sword pond.

At this moment, among the thousands of disciples around him, there were only about twenty people, and they all suffered moderate injuries.

Facing them were Sword Master Yu, Four Swordsman Yunrong, and Sixth Swordsman Ji Pei.

Haonong's bloody eyes could not hide his overwhelming hatred for Ji Pei!

Looking at the situation, Bai Lian knew that Haonong had divided the team of more than 200 warriors.

Under this sword pool is the place where a soul rope holds the mountain, and the other missing disciples may have gone towards other soul rope landmarks.

But the strange thing is that in the sword pool, facing Tianxi Sword Master Yu and two Thirteen Swordsmen, after a confrontation, Haonong and the others were only injured and undefeated?!

You must know that the cultivation level of Haonong, headed by these warriors, is only at the Yuan Mansion level Starfall stage, but is comparable to the level of Tribulation Transcendence level.

Although warriors have always made very slow progress in cultivation, in terms of real combat effectiveness, warriors in the Starfall Realm can hold down a few levels compared to monks in the Soul Awakening Realm.

But what they were facing, apart from Yun Rong and Ji Pei, was that Sword Master Yu was a powerful sword cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Fusion Dao.

One man and one sword were enough to kill these twenty people.

However, Sword Master Yu and the others did not take a single step towards the sword pond, as if they were vaguely worried about something.

Even though the injuries of Haonong and his party were all serious, what surprised Balian was that not one of them died under the attack of the furious Sword Master Yu.

This was definitely not because Sword Master Yu was still feeling compassion. Balian could clearly feel the murderous killing intent of the sword in the air.

The cold wind hit his face, showing his strong body as a corpse demon, and several sharp bloody holes were cut between his cheeks by the residual killing sword energy in the wind.

Duan Mo, who was following closely, had already stopped at the outermost edge of the sword pool. Having lost half of his demonic energy, he could not withstand the killing intent of Sword Master Yu.

Following the gaze of the sword master Yu Tieqing, Bailian saw the huge soul rope floating weightlessly around the more than 20 warriors in the sword pool, guarding them silently, with a hint of brokenness.

The more than twenty burly and sturdy martial men looked at the cold soul rope floating around them, their eyes were red and there were tears in their eyes.

Seeing this, Balian realized that it was actually the soul cords that thousands of people had gathered from the ashes of their predecessors that were disintegrating themselves and protecting them.

The stronger the sword master feather's offensive power was, the more it contributed to the collapse of the soul rope.

Haonong held him so tightly that even the world-famous sword master Yu, who was known for his high-spirited spirit, had no choice but to throw a weapon at him.

Looking at it, I knew it must be the bad idea behind Burial Heart again.

"Haonong! If you turn around now, I can still allow you martial artists to have a place in the world!"

Sword Master Yu's eyes seemed to be intertwined with flames and lightning, and he suppressed the surging anger and said in a cold voice.

Haonong sneered and said: "The one who just vowed to kill us without mercy seems to be you, the sword master, right? Why, now you have to be magnanimous again?"

Sword Master Yu's face darkened: "You must not know what is good and what is evil!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Haonong also had a ferocious look in his eyes: "Everything in the world has a cause and effect. Your Tianxi Sword Sect stepped on the bones of my masters and brothers to achieve what we are today.

Prime Minister Fan Sheng has cut off the future that originally belonged to our martial realm!

That was a road paved with blood and bones by our ancestors. Why did you destroy it so easily?

Yes! We warriors are aliens who rebel against the group and are born with low spiritual power, which is looked down upon by the world! But these are not reasons for you to simply erase our achievements from history!"

The blood of Sword Master Yu has always been proud and noble. Since he was born, the threshold has been noble and unattainable.

Therefore, he was destined to be unable to understand the unwillingness and struggle in Haonong's eyes.

He couldn't understand the beginning of these people fighting all the way from the bottom with their own flesh and blood.

I don't even understand the fate of those eight thousand warriors who were determined to die.

All he can think about is how to protect the sword in this world and keep the soul of the sword alive!

Anyone who stands in the way will be killed without redemption!

Between the two, it is a dead end and there is nothing to talk about.

Sword Master Yu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, his black and red sword robe was hunting and dancing wildly, and he shook off the frost and snow on his shoulders.

Looking at that appearance, it was obvious that he wanted to forcefully break the sword pool soul rope, and he even wanted to capture Haonong alive even if he destroyed the third soul rope.

Seeing this scene, Bai Lian secretly thought that the sword master's move was naive and ridiculous.

He thought that by sacrificing a soul rope, cutting off the strong man's arm, and capturing Haonong alive, he could make the remaining ten thousand people surrender to the fear of martial arts disciples.

It's a pity that the reason why these people are able to put aside life and death and gather here is not because of Haonong's appeal.

It was the deepest hatred and obsession at that time that supported them to risk their lives to fight and seek mercy in death!

If it continues like this, the situation will only hurt both sides, which reflects the deepest feelings.

Balian sighed and had no time to watch the show.

He made a decisive move, and his figure disappeared into the sword pool. He raised his hand, and the purple electric dragon and snake danced up.

Balian said solemnly: "Stop it!"

The murderous wind sword of heaven and earth condensed into it.

Sword Master Yu looked at the dragon-snake sword formation entrenched behind Bailian, his eyes tightened, and his murderous intent suddenly stopped!

Haonong was even more shocked and shocked. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and his body couldn't help but tremble. The tit-for-tat ferocity on his face disappeared like the wind, and turned into a pious respect that Sword Master Yu had never seen before.

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