long night walk

Chapter 800 Despair
In the dark and silent night, the cold wind was howling, and suddenly a few wisps of cold chrysanthemum fragrance floated in. In the canyon at the bottom of the cliff where there were almost no stars, the figure of a young man blurred into the night.

The young man was dressed in a light blue robe, his face was hidden under the hood, and he couldn't see clearly, only a pale chin and a soft and gentle Adam's apple could be seen.

He was holding a dewy golden chrysanthemum between his wide and long fingers, while gently drawing circles between the golden chrysanthemum branches and leaves with his fingertips.

A demonic energy mixed with bright red and purple overflowed from his fingers.

The half-bloomed chrysanthemum swallowed up the devilish energy in his body, blooming more and more enchantingly.

He smiled lightly at the father and son who were struck by lightning, and his voice was as gentle as a gentleman:
"The name of this chrysanthemum is 'Smiling Gold', and Mr. Ye must be familiar with it, after all, it was your mother's favorite flower during her lifetime, but outsiders don't know that this 'Smiling Gold' is the inheritance letter flower of the saints of the Demon Sect. "

"This is impossible!!!" Ye Yichuan bumped away from his soulless father, stumbling towards the young man with a ferocious face.

"My mother is just an ordinary woman, how could she be the saint of the Demon Sect as you said!"

The young man smiled softly, and didn't regard Ye Yichuan as a big threat to Ye Yichuan who was glaring at him.

His figure passed by like thin smoke in an instant, pulling out several afterimages in the space, intersecting with Ye Yichuan.

Ye Yichuan's body froze halfway, unable to move forward.

He opened his eyes wide and looked down at the huge blood hole in his chest.

The youth's laughter and the father's mournful and angry roar sounded from behind.

The young man slowly raised his left hand that was hanging on one side, holding a beating bright red heart in his palm.

He poured the blood dripping from his heart on the 'smile gold', and the blooming golden chrysanthemum withered and turned black quickly.

"If it wasn't for your mother being the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, do you think that as the seat of Sanhe in the Demon World, she would be so leisurely and elegant to accompany you to complete this great cause of revenge?"

"Sanhe...Wangyi?!" Ye Qingzhou's eyes were scarlet, and hearing the young man's words, his heart was almost torn apart!
It turned out to be one of the upper demon rivers in the demon world, Wang Yi!
Sanhe Wangyi is silent and has not appeared in the world for thousands of years, but he is the most mysterious and least worldly one among the six rivers.

But now, he appeared in Tianxi Sword Sect.

"Don't look at me with such surprised eyes, it's just that I rarely enter the world, not that I don't watch the world.

I am different from Bunny, he likes to play chess and stir things up.I love to ask questions about chess, and never make a move easily. "

Wang Yi's voice was soft and elegant, not like a demon, but like a gentleman in troubled times.

"But once I get into the game, I won't leave room for it."

He sighed softly, and there was no hidden disdain in his tone, but he just said lightly: "The heart-wrenching killing chess is with Hao Nong's disciples of martial arts. Although this chess falls on the main point, his goal is too clear Perseverance, so that the vision is narrow, it is difficult to see the sword that hinders.

With that old friend around, Hao Nong is doomed to only play half of this move, and it is doomed to be difficult to accomplish. "

Ye Qingzhou was not in the Tianshan Mountains, so he couldn't understand what Wang Yi said, but he could vaguely hear that Ye Yichuan had actually become a sharp sword in the hands of this demon that cut towards Tianxi Sword Sect.

His eyes were about to burst into flames, and his heart was filled with pain: "Yun Luo was also arranged by you?!"

Wang Yi held his heart in his hand, dripping with blood.

The strange thing is that the heart has been out of the body for a long time, but Ye Yichuan still has no signs of death.

Wang Yi threw the withered 'Smile Gold' on the ground, and then made an astonishing move.

He raised his head and raised his hand. After drinking the blood dripping from his heart, he opened his mouth wide and let go of his palm.

Ye Yichuan's heart slipped into his mouth, and he actually swallowed it alive.

The scarlet blood stained his pale chin, but even so, his noble and moist temperament did not fade even half of it because of the bloody meaning.

Wang Yi lightly licked the blood from his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "Zhou Fangyue was indeed arranged by your side. She enters the game with love and uses pieces as chess pieces. Back then, when I was deeply in love with you, I let her , Pregnant and divorced.

She pretended to be crazy and foolish, pretending to be a sad illusion of being abandoned by a heartless person, and controlled the mind of the children of the Twelve Sword Masters since childhood, planting the seeds of hatred, and establishing a closest and most terrifying opponent for your Tianxie. The layout of the buried heart 700 years ago is even more wonderful. "

He obviously lives in Sanhe, but when he talked about Erhe's burial, it seemed like he was making fun of a junior.

Ye Yichuan's body was shaking, his eyes glowed red and he wanted to kill him with a sword: "You lied to me! You all lied to me!!!"

Ye Qingzhou's body was throbbing with cold, and his whole body felt like falling into hell in the cold!
The woman who has been obsessed with love for 200 years is actually a deadly knife sent by the demons to set up a conspiracy.

The woman who had made him feel guilty for many years and could never forget was just playing tricks on him from the beginning to the end!

His voice was like weeping blood, and the light boat and sword around his waist hummed, but his voice was far less clear and free than before.

"You demons, you really have no intentions! One of the most beautiful feelings in the world can also be used by you to the fullest, hurting people invisible! If you don't achieve your goal, you can use whatever means you can, even your own flesh and blood!"

Although Ye Qingzhou has the reputation of being romantic, but when it comes to love, he is very dedicated, and he is careful to place the person in that position in his heart. Who would have thought that he hides a devil's heart.

He treated his own son with even more indifference and ruthlessness, but he treated his closest relatives like a cold tool.

The unspeakable horror and coldness in Ye Qingzhou's heart made her even more angry to the extreme.

Everyone in the world said that Erhe's buried heart was sinister and vicious, his scheming was as deep as the sea, and he could play tricks on people's hearts easily.

But now it seems that the most mysterious and low-key owner of the Three Rivers, his vicious intentions are even more vicious than that buried heart!

Wang Yi didn't take it seriously for that stare of deep hatred, and said: "The reason why demons are different from humans is because they are demons, they don't care about these illusory human feelings, and they will not be bound by these ridiculous emotions.

Just because you have a flaw in your feelings, we will take advantage of the situation, why not follow the destiny, as for Ye Yichuan..."

Wang Yi wiped the blood from his lips, and said with a smile: "He was born as a pawn, from the very beginning, Zhou Fangyue has already defined him like this in his heart.

She has never had any expectations for him, let alone invested any feelings. She has a clear heart, so how could she be burdened by the blood and family relationship of you humans. "

What a heart-piercing statement.

Ye Yichuan stood there blankly, without any anger at all. The hatred that supported him to live through these humiliating 200 years was suddenly dug up by the roots in an extremely cruel way, and his full heart seemed to be dug out suddenly. Emptiness has become a bottomless pit.

For a moment, he felt like the phantom in the water, everything was an illusion.

He kept replaying in his mind the crazy image of his mother, looking at the rice in the field behind his back, and telling how the world is long.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that a mother's affectionate care could be faked.

Yes!

Mother, since she is the saintess of the Demon Sect, she must have her own mission and unavoidable difficulties. Even if he was not born and raised under Mother's expectations, there is no mother in this world who does not love her child.

He didn't believe that during those years of getting along day and night, his mother still treated him like a pawn as always.

Wang Yi has eaten his heart, he knows Ye Yichuan's complicated emotional changes and that pitiful and humble expectation like the back of his hand.

He chuckled lightly, and with a very simple sentence, like a dead hand, he easily pushed Ye Yichuan into the abyss of hell again.

"If your mother really loves you, how could she hang herself in front of you so resolutely? She can be so ruthless to herself, why do you think she will feel pity for you?"

boom! ! ! ! !
Something seemed to collapse in Ye Yichuan's mind instantly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

He hugged his head tightly, blood and tears rushed out of his eyes, a strange black flame was burning in his chest, he was full of demonic energy, his whole body was trembling and trembling, and his mind had already collapsed!
Wang Yi stood opposite to Ye Yichuan, and countless bright red and viscous lines of air began to form between the two of them, tightly entangled.

Then Wang Yi's body became illusory, like a soul without substance.

Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened suddenly, with an ominous premonition: "What are you going to do..."

Wang Yi smiled lightly, and the wind suddenly picked up, and he lifted a corner of the hood of his face, revealing a pair of ghostly blue pupils in the shadow: "The name of this river is unknown."

Ye Qingzhou didn't allow him to take any more action, shouted angrily, and pulled out the sword from his waist!

The sword light burst forth, the avalanche of snow and clouds split the nine layers of dark clouds in the sky into two, and cut out a piece of cold moonlight!
The sword in his hand was like autumn water condensed into moonlight, the shadow of the sword spread all over the sky, and the sword energy was like thunder, rolling down with overwhelming anger.

Wang Yi didn't put up a defensive posture, and even absorbed all the magic energy in his body, and he didn't pay attention to Ye Qingzhou's attack at all.

He stretched his arms horizontally, pulling and pulling, and Ye Yichuan standing behind him, like a weightless fallen leaf, floated in front of him, just in time to block the angry sword.

Ye Qingzhou took a breath of cold air suddenly, his pupils trembled, and the force of the counter-shock that quickly retreated shattered his wrist and carpal bones before he could barely deflect the sword.

Ye Yichuan's lifeless pale face was already reflected blue by the clear sword energy of light, and the sword intent brushed past him overwhelmingly.

He and Wangyi are both unscathed!

"Poor parents in the world." In Wang Yi's light sigh, there was all kinds of ridicule that couldn't be hidden.

Immediately afterwards, as he moved his ten fingers together, his body became more transparent and illusory, submerging into Ye Yichuan's body and disappearing.

Suddenly, blood tendons twisted out of the huge empty blood hole in the chest like an earthworm.

A heart was reunited in the chest, and when the muscles were beating, the color of the heart was pitch black, as if it was dyed with ink.

Ye Yichuan suddenly raised his head, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lifeless face, he looked at Ye Qingzhou who was close at hand but his face was full of astonishment, spread his palms, and stopped showing coldness!

The cold and icy sword pierced through the chest of the sword master of the twelve swords, and no blood sprayed out.

The wound cut by the sword's edge quickly froze a terrifying glacier, 'Ye Yichuan' breathed out from the palm, and the glacier spread, completely shattering Ye Qingzhou's tendons.

He allowed the Hanzhi sword to be deeply inserted into Ye Qingzhou's body, stretched out his hand and pushed Ye Qingzhou, who had lost his mobility, to the ground, and could only wait for death to come.

"You..." As soon as Ye Qingzhou fell on the ground, an ice pick pierced his throat, completely destroying his vocal cords, making it difficult to pronounce.

'Ye Yichuan' looked down at the stern Twelve Swords and smiled slightly. There was no sympathy in his eyes, he was just sizing up the prey he had already got.

"I'm sure you've already experienced it personally. The gap between me and Burial Heart has been carefully planned by him for many years. Not to mention your Tianxie Sword Master, even with these thirteen swords, he still hasn't been able to destroy one of them.

But today, this seat is just a small trial, your life, Master Twelve Swords, is like something in your pocket, just a light touch, and I got it. "

There was no complacency on Wang Yi's face, he still smiled to himself: "It's not that I don't look down on Burial Heart, it's just that he has too much flamboyance and is easy to get tired of worldly feelings, so I might as well tell you the truth, In fact... this burial heart is hidden in your Thirteen Swords."

A teasing remark was like a thunderbolt once again!
Ye Qingzhou's heart was set off by a violent wind and tsunami, and the terrible truth almost crushed him to pieces.

Wang Yi really appreciated his expression at the moment: "Do you know why I made your death process so slow?"

Ye Qingzhou couldn't speak anymore.

Wang Yi pointed to the black heart in his chest: "Do you know why this heart is black?"

"Do you still remember the Chi demon under the Evergreen Pavilion?"

Ye Qingzhou didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his calf tightly, her eyes were shocked.

Chi demon? !
Chi demon snake chaos!

For hundreds of years, Chi Yao was under the Evergreen Pavilion, and Ye Yichuan was responsible for fulfilling the suzerain's order to fetch a bowl of Chi Yao's blood every day, forming an array of blood and pouring it into Jiaoling Mountain.

But this heart is as dark as poison, could it be that he took the blood of Chi Yao himself? !

But if he drank the blood of Chi Yao every day to practice exercises and harden his body, then the bowl of demon blood he took out every day drenched the mountain... what kind of blood was it? !
Ye Qingzhou's entire spine felt cold, and his scalp was numb!

Wang Yi kicked Ye Qingzhou away, and asked with a low smile: "The Chi demon is just a cover set up by me. You don't know, and neither does Sect Master Tianxi. Yes, it is an ancient true dragon."

Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened, and in the pupils full of anger, a look of horror finally appeared.

"That's right, Ye Yichuan tempers his body with demon blood every day, and now I use it to fight against Tianxi without any trace.

It's just that Jiaoling Mountain is the one that actually implements the Collapsing Mountain Plan. "

"Ye Qingzhou, do you know why Ye Yichuan named that mountain after Jiaoling 200 years ago?"

Wang Yi narrated the extremely terrifying reality in a casual tone: "Because in that mountain, he raised nine dragons that were raised by the blood of real dragons."

He sighed: "This child Yi Chuan deserves to be brought up by me, he is capable..."

As he knew with his fingers, the mountains at the bottom of the cliff in front of him, the big trees in the jungle, were annihilated into ashes in an instant, and his sight was far away.

Ye Qingzhou saw that in the direction of Jiaoling Mountain, the nine majestic and majestic peaks of black death followed his finger———come to life!
The huge time in the mountains is rolling, and the birds and beasts are running!
The "mountain peaks" with towering ancient trees and green vegetation roared to the sky, and the dark "mountain body" arched as if trying to open up the sky and the earth, entangled with each other!
Nine pairs of faint purple pupils, in the extremely cold night, like the pupils of a devil, overlooking all the mountains in the world!
Ye Qingzhou's body was deeply cold, and his eyes were full of despair!

because he knows...

Tianxi Sword Sect is about to end.

(End of this chapter)