Uncrowned Evil Emperor

At night, the wind travels thousands of miles, the clouds are gloomy, the candle shadows are dim...

The silver brilliance seems to be sprinkled on the western mountain field like broken stars. The green forest exudes a light and melancholy atmosphere. night view……

At night, the wind blows, but it destroys all of this, and the clouds roll, like a giant beast sleeping in the sky from ancient times slowly awakening, gradually amplifying the sound of the wind, and after a while, the sound of thunder first appears, screaming from afar, completely shattering the night...

The ancient city of Wanyue, which is as peaceful as before, ushered in a simple and quiet late at night, and the towering mountain gate at the end of the central straight road stands under the cloud of sorrow as a symbol of holiness...

One night, it seemed to be shaken...

In the resplendent and resplendent Tiangong hall, several candles gave off a weak light. This night, the hall was not bright, secluded and cold alternately, always firmly suppressing the heart of the old man in the hall, gradually disappearing...

Recalling the path that lasted more than 200 years, Yande's face was covered with the glory of the past. Scenes of experience are like passing clouds. Indulgence... Together with the concentration of memory, the epitome of satisfaction is slowly derived, and finally a majestic shadow is transformed into a shadow, but it destroys all the memory like a mountain...

The gradually full face in the impression emerges in an incredible form, joy, satisfaction, pride, indulging...all of them are turned into a dream in an instant, and then the "big mountain" is crushed to death, arousing shock, indignation, and helplessness. Emotions seem to be an end, until now...

Afterwards, Yan De's memory stopped here. The feeble candles in the hall seemed to be mocking his incompetence. The vicissitudes of life in 2000 made Wanyue Tiangong stand on the highest peak outside Hongtu step by step. Countless people looked up to him. Not enough to arouse its pity...

Arrogant, conceited, arrogant, arrogant, Wanyue Tiangong, who is at the forefront of martial arts, may be standing too high...

Extremes must be reversed, maybe Wanyue Tiangong has come to an end today...

"I can't sleep well tonight."

The old man stood up heavily, and took a steady step of death. At this moment, a relieved smile appeared on his face...

"Let this old man contribute his last strength to Wanyue Tiangong's two-thousand-year-old foundation."

Muttering to himself, I don't know when he has already walked down the steps. When the high mood is suddenly stretched and lowered by the interval of the horizon, Yande seems to be much more relaxed.

That "big mountain" is still there, but it can't make him feel heavy...

"It feels good to be light-hearted. Feng Jueyu, since you're here, why don't you talk?" Yande smiled, and his relieved smile made him even more unpredictable...

Slowly, two water-like spiritual powers snaked silently on the surface of the body, like two quiet dragons, seeming to return to the consciousness that suddenly calmed down and fit Yande at the moment .

The wind is coming...

Suddenly, a more silent wind blew into the hall, and the frail candle flame jumped in fear in an instant. Perhaps it was alive. After feeling the strong pressure from the visitor, the candle flame "Puff..." one after another extinguished, let the palace return to the embrace of darkness...

The moonlight is still there, spilling into the spacious hall through the gaps in the window lattices. Although it cannot drive out the darkness of the night, it can reflect a handsome and suave face, which is cold, making the night wind that follows it even more bitter. The door let out a dying howl while struggling, and the tinkling copper ring seemed to be shaken violently, reminding the original owner of the place that there was a threat...

"Yan De, although we have only met once, this is the second time, but you have deceived me so much, it is so tricky to calculate this sentence, is it just you..."

Feng Jueyu's voice was very calm, without a hint of anger mixed in. He came here for revenge, and his purpose was quite clear, and he had already arrived at Tiangong Mountain half a stick of incense before. After searching for a long time, I really couldn't find Ning Yao and Yin Congfu...

But the old man is still there, he knows that Yande is waiting for him...

In the face of Feng Jueyu's sarcasm, Yande returned with a smile indifferent to fame and fortune: "Some things, when it's time to do it, must be borne by someone, the old man will do it, and you will do it in the future. "

"Are you insinuating that Zhou Nanjing will become the current Wanyue Heavenly Palace? If so, I can tell you, no." Feng Jueyu grinned, but disagreed.

Yan De quietly watched the young man in his thirties, not understanding where he got such confidence.But the old man suddenly understood why the disciple he had been cultivating, Ning Yao, who had spent nearly a hundred years with her in the Black Abyss Sea, was still defeated by the young man in front of him after getting the tsunami current.

There were only two meetings before and after, and Yande suddenly discovered that Feng Jueyu had given him two different experiences...

The first time he was strong and ruthless, he did not go beyond Fan Pu's category. If Feng Jueyu is positioned according to the limitations of a warrior, he is indeed a rare genius and an unprecedented master. However, he is only a master. .

However, when we did not see each other again for a few days, Feng Jueyu had already removed the word "Fan Pu". Apart from his unchangeable ruthlessness, all the flaws and shortcomings of his body had been invisible and intangible. It has been concealed by things, becoming mysterious, detached, even otherworldly, and even for a moment, Yan De suddenly felt that the span between himself and Feng Jueyu had never been equal, and he jumped into a state of being far apart

"Nothing in the world is eternal. Look at the Wanyue Heavenly Palace. Is it brilliant? It's not decayed in the end. There is only one old person in the palace today. The future of Zhou Nanjing is the same." Desperated, Yande repeated one sentence after another. With the emotion in his heart, it was predictable that when he faced Feng Jueyu this time, he didn't have much confidence.

The quiet Tiangong Hall symbolizes the glory of the past, but at this moment, in Yande's lonely words, it seems extraordinarily cold and depressed...

The melancholy clouds became even lower, as if a storm that had been brewing for a long time was about to descend on Tiangong Mountain almost in the next moment.

Darkness descended on the earth, and the hall fell into an unprecedented silence. The two of them did not speak, as if they were waiting for something. When the moonlit night, the intoxication of the starry sky and the shining moonlight were all blocked by the dark clouds for nine days, it seemed like a long-awaited chaos. finally appeared.

The strong wind that broke through the sky appeared from a distance in an unusually dense and frequent way, and it became clear in an instant, and then a huge roar blasted Tiangong Mountain, bringing the panic and frightening dragon chant, and the slight light reflected With two huge shadows breaking into the gate of the palace, as long as they lingered in the palace for a few breaths, they left again.

noise, uproar...

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the painful and panicky cry...

The Wanyue Heavenly Palace was enveloped for a while, and the sound of fighting that spread continuously from the direction of the ancient city drove away the silence of the night within a moment, and flames shot up into the sky, mixing with the anger and frantic hostility that swept Wanyue away. The Heavenly Palace was completely covered.

This is a battle that cannot be escaped in the end, and there is only one ending, one party disappears and let it go. As for this result, it has been determined as early as the day Yin Congfu brought back to Ning Yao, so the two people in the hall are not surprised ...

Feng Jueyu stared at Yande, dismissed the sound of fighting outside, stared at him coldly, and said: "I don't have time to accompany you here as if I'm lost, I just want to ask you a question, Ning Yao and Yin Where is it from?"

The words paused, and there was a resolute expression in their expressions. The two looked at each other for a while, and Feng Jueyu sighed helplessly, knowing that his question was a waste of time.

Since Yan De was so scheming that he would have guessed that he had given up on the idea of ​​the Zhou Nanjing's destruction, he would definitely have backup. He secretly let Ning Yao and Yin Congfu escape in order to brew a storm of revenge in the future. At this time, he asked him The whereabouts of Ning Yao and Yin Congfu is nothing short of superfluous.

But Feng Jueyu still didn't give up: "You use tens of thousands of disciples from Wanyue Tiangong to protect Ning Yao and Yin Congfu, is it worth it?"

Yande smiled, and said righteously: "Don't say that the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong are tens of thousands, that is, hundreds of thousands, millions, and they are once as talented as Yao'er. No matter how many ants are, they are still ants. If you sacrifice them, save them." Without Yao'er, Wanyue Heavenly Palace will come to the top one day, this deal is definitely worth it."

Hearing this, Feng Jueyu's eyes shrank coldly. He never expected that Yande would be so cruel and merciless. He would compare the lives of tens of thousands of people with Ning Yao alone, and he spoke with certainty and no shame. Its viciousness is thousands of times better than that of Xiang Donghe.

"Hmph." Feng Jueyu laughed ironically, "Tiangong disciples should really listen to you, the helmsman, if you let them know that their lives are not as good as ants, their expressions must be wonderful.

Yan De smiled as usual, and was not bewitched by Feng Jueyu's words: "Everyone's fate is determined after birth. Their fate is like this. What can old people do?"

Feng Jueyu smiled speechlessly: "Hehe, it's no wonder that Tiangong is full of faces. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If this is the case, there is no need for you to live."

"You want to kill me? I'm afraid it's not that easy." Yande seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and inadvertently, a surge of spiritual power pervaded his body.

The clouds and water are surging, and Yan De's understanding of "tsunami currents" is far superior to Ning Yao's. Even though he is seriously injured at this moment, he still gives people a sense of oppression.

It's just that in Feng Jueyu's view, this resistance is tantamount to making fun of hardships, because when he decided to meet Yande, he already had enough confidence to defeat Yande.

Feng Jueyu smiled and said, "On the contrary, it's easy to kill you."

After saying that, Feng Jueyu suddenly turned into a cloud of misty gray mist, and that gray mist suddenly turned into a gray mist sword. Without seeing Feng Jueyu's movements, he disappeared in place, and the next breath Within a short period of time, Yan De gradually stripped away from the idea of ​​seeing death as home and trying to die together, replaced by a shocking blood hole in his chest and an expression full of shock and fear...

"you……"