With a wave of his hand, he stabbed him straight!
However, at this time, a blue color suddenly passed Jiang Yexue. He suddenly retreated his sword back, raised his eyebrows sharply, and said, "Bamboo warrior?!"
It was the bamboo warrior made by Murong Chuyi who blocked his killing move. The green leather puppet held a machete and shouted to protect Yue Chenqing.
Jiang Yexue was shocked. He thought that Murong Chu Yi was awake. But looking back, Murong Chuyi was still laying in a pool of blood with his eyes closed. He felt cold in his heart, and suddenly he reacted——
It was Yue Chenqing!
Yue Chenqing's previous bunkers were loaded!
With Li Qingqian, the swordsman at the beginning, Yue Chenqing once called for the support of the bamboo warriors with a scream. The first owner of these bamboo warriors was Murong Chuyi. Once Murong Chuyi lost consciousness, the second one they followed was Yue Chenqing's order. So in fact, Yue Chenqing had quietly called back the bamboo warriors who were wandering around the cave when Jiang Yexue was talking.
Jiang Yexue suddenly turned his eyes to Yue Chenqing. He saw Yue Chenqing's expression was extremely sad, but he was not as distracted as before. He could not help but gnash his teeth.
"Yue Chenqing, I underestimated you!"
Yue Chenqing coughed blood. Panting, he raised his head:." I said I am in charge of the Yue family… How could... " His lips and teeth were scarlet because of the blood spray. "How can I let you in the Huntian Cave… For… No… evil!"
"Do it all!" he snapped.
Dozens of bamboo warriors got the order. They jumped out of the high rocks in an instant and rushed to Jiang Yexue. They broke out with sharp roar and started fighting fiercely.
Taking advantage of a large number of bamboo warriors and Jiang Yexue, Yue Chenqing broke away from the shackles of the wheelchair, staggered to his feet, and walked to Mo Xi.
He said to Mo Xi, who was unable to speak because of the demonic poison,
"Xihe Jun… Sorry... The matter of Yue's family, plain and white implicated you…"
Yue Chenqing's black eyes were moist. He looked very tired, and his eyes flashed with a resolution. "But I would not… I will never let my fourth uncle and you suffer in vain..."
With that, he dragged his wounded body, turned around and walked towards the blood pool step by step.
Mo Xi suddenly——
Does he want to sacrifice his soul with blood and take the life of Jiang Yexue?!
Jiang Yexue obviously also saw Yue Chenqing's purpose. He scolded secretly. Suddenly, the sword in his hand was blazing with gold. With a sudden vibration, he blew most of the bamboo warriors out of his hands!
Then, a golden chain swam out, taking Yue Chenqing as the next set! Although
Yue Chenqing was weak in physical strength, he was also a man who followed Mo Xi for two years. He was not as weak and incompetent as his brother thought. This chain was avoided by him.
Yue Chenqing gasped, tears in his eyes, and a lot of other emotions mingled in his hatred. "Jiang Yexue, I never like shouting, arguing, or fighting to take things away… If your selfishness is to let me give back all the things that have occupied you, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Jiang Yexue sneered. "Why, do you want to abdicate? Don't be silly, Yue
Chenqing. All the power in the world depends on seizing, even the prince."
"In order to seize power, you have to kill so many people! Now you stand on these bones and get your wife's family. Can you feel safe?"
"How can I not be safe?" Jiang Yexue sneered coldly. "I've already passed some unsettled and stupid years. Don't say I'm a man with a hole in the sky. Even if all the cultivators of Kyushu come to pave the way for me, I won't feel anything wrong."
Yue Chenqing looked at him with red eyes. It seemed that he didn't intend to talk with him any more, but he said with a low voice, " You won't do it. You'll never get it, no matter your family or your uncle."
He finished speaking and jumped to the blood pool.
But in the midst of the lightning and fire stone, suddenly a gold rope was firmly tied around Yue Chenqing's waist, stopping his martyrdom. Yue Chenqing looked back suddenly——
Xiao Lan'er held the chain expressionless and looked at him coldly.
It turned out that just before Jiang Yexue was hit heavily, the spiritual power of the chain was transferred to the puppet Xiao Lan'er after Yue Chenqing. Xiao Lan'er took this opportunity to attack from behind. Yue Chenqing was caught off guard and was tied tightly by her.
Jiang Yexue took the opportunity to open those bamboo warriors who besieged him. In the explosion of broken bamboo pieces and smoke, this seemingly elegant man walked calmly and looked sinister. He approached step by step. Finally, he came to Yue Chenqing and raised his hand to hold his neck.
"Yue Chenqing, you are in a hurry to die. I wish I could send you to Huangquan road." Jiang Yexue pointed hard. Yue Chenqing's face turned red in a moment under his fierce control. He couldn't say a word. "But you don't have to jump in the blood pool. You can't be thinking of doing business with the souls of the monsters in the pool to stop me!"
The tyrannical spirit core that he took away from Xiao Lan'er was flowing with powerful flame electricity in his body.
"By the way, please don't ridiculously pretend to be the head of your own family. These evil spirits of Huntian cave are doomed not to obey you. You have just stupidly exploded your spirit core, and you have become a waste. You will never be the leader of the Yue family again."
"And the second in line is me."
When he finished, he suddenly raised his hand and shot down at Yue Chenqing's heart!
Yue Chenqing spat out a mouthful of blood. In a moment, the crying spirit stream made Yue Chenqing's already in-danger core into powder!
Jiang Yexue's eyes were filled with the cold light of a vulture toward a killing. It seemed that he had made up his mind to let Yue Chenqing feel powerless to return to the world. He felt as if his heart was dead. So after destroying Yue Chenqing's spiritual core completely, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly, "Listen to my orders!"
The voice reverberated in the Huntian cave, and then there were countless cries in the cave. Those evil spirits who had fainted before but didn't know how to deal with them all at once knew who the new owner was. They opened their necks and mouths, making a roar that shook the rock strata. In the blood pool, there were scarlet waves, and more evil spirits who didn't leap out of the pool were howling in the pool water.
Jiang Yexue had a long smile, then smile ferociously. With a kind of extremely contemptuous tone, he said to Yue Chenqing, "Yue Chenqing, is it clear who is the master of the Yue family?! You can't control them anymore, because you're not good enough!"
"He's not good enough."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind Jiang Yexue. "Then I am."
Suddenly, Jiang Yexue was stunned. Before the arrogance on his face faded, he immediately turned around and said, "Chuyi?!"
Murong Chuyi did not know when he was awake. He struggled, covered his wound, and stood up from the pool of blood. He was more embarrassed than ever. His white robe seemed to fly like an immortal. But what was disturbing was that his calmness and indifference were not rare.
Even on that face, which was particularly pale because of excessive blood loss, it seemed even worse than usual.
Murong Chuyi looked at Jiang Yexue indifferently. "Yue Yexue, am I qualified?"
As a common son, Jiang Yexue was born by Madam Xie. Murong Chuyi was the son of Miss Chu. After Yue Chenqing lost his ability to control them, he turned the resentment about the blood pool. In fact, both Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue were the same.
Murong Chuyi also ignited the blazing flame, which reflected in his fierce phoenix eyes very brightly. "Listen to my call!" he said in a deep voice.
The resentful spirits turned to boil again. The evil spirits who obeyed the order of Jiang Yexue turned their heads and approached Jiang Yexue and Xiao Lan'er again according to the instructions of Murong Chuyi.
Jiang Yexue's face was not worried, but it was still cold. He narrowed his eyes. "Chuyi, you know you won't be my opponent."
Murong Chuyi didn't answer, but continuously offered his spiritual power to those blood spirits.
Jiang Yexue said, "What are you doing with me? You can't compare with me at all. What's more, I can control your mind again. You -- "
"All up!"
Murong Chuyi snapped, and all the resentful spirits roared toward Jiang Yexue to kill him. Jiang Yexue's sleeves were blowing. He increased his own spiritual energy violently, wanting to bring these evil spirits back to his own side again. But at this time, he heard Murong Chuyi sneer, "Yue Yexue, you are right."
"You take the power of human spirit, destroy the core of human spirit, feed people poison, and manipulate people's hearts. I don't compare with you. I can't compare with you."
"..." Jiang Yexue was staring at him closely, and still didn't understand his meaning for a while.
"I am very tired of being your puppet, but in order to protect Yue Chenqing, I would always bear it, and even if I feel sick, I would carry it."
"..."
"To tell you the truth, I can't bear it any longer. I don't want to worry about my family."
Jiang Yexue was almost relieved to hear that he gave up, and took a step forward. "Chuyi, if you don't meddle in today's affairs, then I don't think you can't..."
Murong Chuyi looked at him calmly.
"Jiang Yexue, you don't have to negotiate with me. You don't want to control me any more in your life."
Jiang Yexue was stunned.
Murong Chuyi's expression was vague with a sigh, and he whispered, "It's more than twenty years since you and I ended."
Jiang Yexue suddenly responded and rushed forward, yelling "Chuyi!"
But it was too late. There was a rustle of silk clothes.
His fingertips briefly brushed to catch Murong Chuyi's clothes and his hands flew over empty.
Before it could be recovered, the bloody white clothes fluttered and fell into the turbulent blood pool!
Dead silence.
For a while, Yue Chenqing, Jiang Yexue, even Mo Xi, didn't think it was true.
Murong Chuyi was too resolute and too straightforward. Like anything he did before, he just wanted to do it. He didn't have any more words. He didn't linger with anyone and didn't explain to anyone.
Or maybe he knew that Jiang Yexue could control his body again soon, so he didn't leave Jiang Yexue a chance to stay.
It seemed that Murong Chuyi was always merciless.
Even to himself.
For a moment, Mo Xi felt that Murong Chuyi would soon return to the ground like a banished snowy immortal from the bottom of the pool, just like the man who once played the sword devil Li Qingqian lightly and had a winning hand.
But no.
The blood pool was bubbling, and once again a huge scarlet wave came out.
The wave turned into a twisted shape of an evil spirit and went hunting for Jiang
Yexue!
Yue Chenqing finally came back to his senses in the current, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Fourth uncle!! No, no!!"
But Jiang Yexue, he was still in the same place. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were splitting.
He raised his hand, and the instant attack could be stopped, but he seemed to shake when Murong Chuyi was engulfed by the blood pool in front of his eyes, and his ears seemed haunted by Murong Chuyi's last words.
He didn't even think it was true.
In his calculation, the death of all the people had been calculated, and anyone's life could be used as a chip.
But he didn't count Murong Chuyi.
Jiang Yexue stood there stiffly. Maybe even he didn't understand why he was in the same place. When he didn't ask his heart and understand what he felt, the blood pool was bursting with fury, and took him by surprise!
Instantaneous.
The strong red color filled everything in front of him.
Jiang Yexue could not help shivering and murmured, " You take it seriously… You really… So tired of me?"
No one answered. The scarlet in front of him was like the old plum tree many years ago, leaning against the pink and white wall, blooming brightly…
At that time, he was young, upright, spotless, never sorry to anyone. Holding an umbrella, he went to the back of the young man standing at him, smiled and said softly, "Whose child are you? Why don't you hold an umbrella when it's snowing?"
When Murong Chuyi looked back, there was no hatred in his eyes, no disappointment and sadness like he had later.
He just looked at him quietly.
It was different from the first meeting. In a trance, he seemed to see Murong Chuyi smile at him. Against the background of the snow and the plum blossoms, the young man said to him, "My name is Murong Chuyi when I meet you for the first time."
Jiang Yexue's heart ached steeply, and he stabbed himself in the chest in the past twenty years. For the first half of his life, Murong Chuyi believed him to protect him, but for the second half of his life, he was bloody and planning. When he was about to take back his power, he found that——
But the same man stood in his way.
But Murong Chuyi once protected him.
When all the people were far away from him and his friends were not able to avoid him, Murong Chuyi gave him a shelter, an identity, encouragement and a home.
Maybe Murong Chuyi didn't hate him. He killed Jiang Yexue, whom Murong Chuyi respected, at the moment when he fell onto the demonic path.
In his final consciousness, he heard only Yue Chenqing's heartbreaking wailing and lamenting. "Fourth uncle!!!"
Where is your fourth uncle?
Jiang Yexue thought so.
At the beginning of the story, he was clearly just my man…
If our time only stayed in that year, that day, under that old plum tree, how good it would be…
"Fourth uncle… Fourth… Fourth uncle...!"
He was devoured by the fury of resentment.
The blood wave retreated, along with the wreckage of the bamboo warrior on the bank, and all the spirits who jumped out of the blood pool were carried back. Xiao Lan'er fell to the ground and had passed out completely. Yue Chenqing fell on his knees and climbed towards the blood pool. His face was full of tears and wails.
"Fourth uncle… Don't... Don't you go… Ah..." At the end of the day, the only thing left was gagging, hoarseness and sadness. He cried, "I'll never be angry with you again! Please… Please..."
It was like something finally responded to his plea.
Suddenly a warm white light came from the blood pool.
Yue Chenqing raised his head suddenly. His pupils constricted, his whole body trembled, and his lips paled white. He was so desperate and full of hope. He used his hands and feet to grind out bloodstains on the ground. He crawled to the other side. "Fourth uncle..."
It was true that Murong Chuyi appeared on the surface of the blood pool, but he was already the soul of sacrifice. He had no more spiritual power or time, and his white body was becoming transparent.
As like as two peas in the past, Yue Chenqing broke the trouble. When he came out to save him, he was just the same. Murong Chuyi's silk clothing was flying around. He was covered by the sword of snow, and he fell to the ground. It was as if a god fell to the ground.
And unlike before, Murong Chuyi always looked impatient to save him in the past. He didn't look at him directly, let alone talk with him.
But this time, he lost the demonic spell that Jiang Yexue had imposed on him. Murong Chuyi didn't have to worry about who he was too close to in case he infect them with the evil spirit. Finally, as Yue Chenqing once longed for, he lowered his eyes with a gentle smile, raised his white hand, and gently covered the top of Yue Chenqing's hair.
Yue Chenqing broke down in tears.
"You have done a good job, Yue Chenqing." Murong Chuyi's voice was as misty as smoke, and it drifted away in the Huntian Cave after the catastrophe. "It's a pity that your fourth uncle never accompanied you well, taught you, but hurt you."
"No no, it isn't!! You treat me well! It's me who failed you. It's me… Fourth uncle you don't leave! How about you change me, change me..."
"What are you talking about, fool." Murong Chuyi held out two fingers and a light touched Yue Chenqing's forehead. "You are still young, and there is a long way to go. This is the last time I've saved you. You need to be more diligent in life. Remember, you are not only Murong Huang's son."
After a pause, he said:
"You are also my nephew, Yue Chenqing."
After that, he went to Mo Xi's side, covered his hand with Mo Xi's heart, and passed the final spiritual power little by little to disperse the evil poison that was hard to be relieved.
Mo Xi choked a mouthful of blood, and finally he could move. Mo Xi said hoarsely, "Murong..."
Murong Chuyi shook his head and asked in a low voice, "You haven't told Gu
Mang that I am his brother, have you?"
"..."
"Then never tell him," Murong Chuyi said softly. "Sorry, Xihe Jun."
His hand moved away from Mo Xi's chest, and the shadow became more and more indistinct and thin, almost becoming an indistinguishable mirror.
"Each man has his own life, shallow and deep. It seems that I was doomed to lose him. Tomorrow's appointment will be difficult for me. Please let him… Let him take care of himself."
At last, the glory gradually dissipated. Only Murong Chuyi's voice was still in the cave. It was a gentleness that people had never heard in these years.
"Don't expect me to..."