Fighting Soul Clan Emperor

"Moxi Moxi? Oh? Elder Tianxuan? Is it Xiaojiu?"

"..."

"Okay..." Nodding in satisfaction, Hun Xingmeng closed the communication jade slip, walked forward alone, walked through the corridor in front of him, and came to a grudge mural.

This is not an ordinary mural, it is a painting of the elders and patriarchs of the soul clan, and figures serving them. This is any relative or lover who has contributed to the soul clan, or a certain important person.After death, it will all be clearly manifested here.

All in all, this can be regarded as a "Mountain of Huoying" that can be formed by itself.

If he retires to give up his position or receives a lunch box, his ordinary face will appear here in the future - Hun Xingmeng couldn't help thinking.In fact, he did appear in this mural before, but he disappeared later.

The room is dark and lonely, probably no one has been here for a long time.

The ones on it are—the famous and powerful men of the past, but what Hun Xingmeng wants to see here today is not them.

Stepping forward without hesitation, he stopped in front of a portrait of a woman in a white shirt.

"...I didn't come here to see what you look like because I forgot! I just want to see your sister in the future, so I won't admit my mistake."

Obviously talking to himself, but as if he wanted to confide to the woman in the painting, Hun Xingmeng deliberately spoke in a distorted and arrogant tone.

This vindictive mural is indeed miraculous. Needless to say, it is lifelike. Standing in front of the portrait is like standing in front of a real person. The familiar aura seems to flow through time and space.

In the painting, there is a woman in a white shirt, with a few strands of blue silk beside her crystal-like jade earlobe, no makeup applied on her beautiful and noble face, her crystal-clear white and tender skin is slightly flushed, her sandalwood lips are slightly pursed, she does not know what she is thinking about, but the most attractive Yes, it was her pupils, those golden pupils contained a lot of compassionate emotions.

A person's eyes are the windows of his soul. These eyes are as clear as springs and as bright as stars. In those pure eyes, there is love and attachment to all life in the world, yearning for beautiful things, and sympathy for suffering. There is also the self-confidence to change from evil to good, and the consciousness to dedicate oneself to ideals.All this shows that she sincerely hopes that everyone in this world will be happy.

Soul star Meng Jiujiu didn't look away, he seemed to want to engrave the face of the woman in the painting firmly in his heart - at least he won't forget it in a few years.

Such a beautiful woman who looks like a fairy, also has a fairy-like heart.But like all tragedies, such a woman will always fall in love with a hopeless villain.

Hun Xingmeng just stood there silently, and after an unknown amount of time, suddenly, he looked at the woman in the white shirt in the painting and said softly, "You are just a little stupid."

As he said that, Hun Xingmeng was entangled in the complicated emotions in his heart for a moment and couldn't speak.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of our daughter. Our daughter looks like you, but she has a personality like me."

She is gentle, kind, and virtuous, and I know it very well. Even the face that is only a portrait now looks so beautiful.

Hun Xing Meng suddenly approached the picture scroll, smiled suddenly, and said with great energy: "Also, your spirit race has been wiped out by me, but there is only one person left, your sister, who is still alive and well." .”

Although he was describing the fact that he was desperate enough for this woman, there was no trace of remorse or shame in his tone, as if he was talking about the time when the child accidentally broke the vase.

Naturally, the woman in the painting couldn't tell her lover. Soul star Meng Xuan chuckled and said, "I forgot before, but now I have remembered your appearance. Is your sister the same as you? When I started , won’t be mistaken.”

After saying these words, he got up and left, closed the door that would reopen after an unknown amount of time, and walked back to the door of his mansion, but suddenly stopped, looking back into the distance.

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On the uppermost floor of the headquarters of the Soul Palace, in the room of the Vice-Hallmaster, there are now two people sitting in it—one of the Vice-Hallmasters of the Soul Palace and Han Yue.

"I've read it, and I heard that you are leaving the Soul Palace, but—why are you here again now?"

While asking questions casually, the glamorous and mature female deputy hall master was fiddling with various statues at will. After Han Yue realized that these were made by the "prey" of the royal sister in front of her, she felt very sad. Always feel a little nauseous.

After Han Yue wiped out the Stone Clan, she felt disgusted by the disgust of the Soul Clan in the Soul Palace, and at the same time she hated herself who was covered in blood.She, whose family was massacred, no longer wants to witness other people being harmed, and she also promised her sister, so she plans to leave in the Hall of Souls.

Fortunately, it is difficult to get in and out of the Soul Palace, and it is not strict about the exit of personnel - this is also because almost no one is willing to leave under the protection of this huge force. They will never be relentless about massacring cities and genocide.

Han Yue seemed a little flustered, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I also know that this is wrong, but I... have no one to rely on... I will do my best to pay the reward..."

"No, no, I appreciate you in private, as a 'friend', you tell me."

No one would care what price a person who used to be his subordinate could pay. From the perspective of Soul Palace, this time it must be a loss-making business.

Although Han Yue's expression was very sad, she still stood up slowly and said softly, "I just got home...and found that my only relative now——my sister, she went to Tianfu..."

"..."

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Clouds and mist linger around the hall, looking majestic and majestic. This is part of one of the forces in Tianfu——Huazong. In that place, soul perceptions are constantly sweeping back and forth, like a net of heaven and earth. This kind of defense, even if it is If an ant breaks into it, it will be noticed immediately.

But in the middle of such a tight place, no one expected that the red blood would drip down from the sword tip and sprinkle all over the ground.

Staring blankly at the red lotus flower dripping from the red gun pole to the ground, Qinghua Erxian couldn't believe it no matter what, they would be assassinated in the core hall of Huazong, and...

The sword was pierced through their hearts, and they were defenseless. Either the other party's breath was very good, or the other party was the one who made them unwarranted. This time, they met such two people at the same time.

"Yun Yun, you traitor!"

A fishy and sweet smell rushed straight to the nose, Qing Fairy clenched her teeth, forced to suppress the mouthful of blood that was about to spurt, and said angrily: "Okay, okay! This is a member of the Soul Palace, you... "

Fairy Hua also raised her pale eyes, and said sadly to Yun Yun, "I never thought... Granny Hua and us were both deceived by you."

Yun Yun fell silent, but it was her apprentice - Nalan Yanran who smiled and said: "It was an accident, it was completely an accident, I didn't expect Master to come here, and now the Soul Palace gave me the opportunity to sneak into Tianfu and kill a woman." Order, I just searched for ways to intrude around Tianfu. Speaking of it, it is fate, you were killed by your successor, and the old man Yao was also killed by your successor. You like that old man medicine, and my master also likes it That Xiao Yan..."

Qinghua Erxian was filled with grief and hatred in his heart, his breath was dying, but his fighting spirit suddenly circulated, and he wanted to fight back before he died.

Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun didn't show mercy, their fighting spirit erupted on their swords, and the two Qinghua immortals were blasted out by the sword light. Their hearts were completely destroyed by this blow, but the half-sage's vitality still didn't let them die. The man's body twitched violently a few times, his jaw was closed tightly, blood slowly overflowed from his lips, his eyes stared at Yun Yun and Yun Yun with hatred and remorse.

But with this type of injury, it might be better to die. There is no hope of surviving this type of fatal injury. They are just dying people struggling to breathe.

"If you didn't plan to make the teacher the suzerain, if you didn't put her in a position where you will definitely see Xiao Yan in the future, she might just survive in secret like this, but you two are so foolish that you didn't see my master's face. Reluctant? Telling so many of you not to choose, but to choose my master."

A flash of pride flashed in Nalan Yanran's eyes, she raised her long sword with a smile, and the sky-shattering invisible sword energy sprayed over the two of them like rain of death, beating them into a hornet's nest, but did not cause the slightest movement.

Looking blankly at the corpse of the second immortal, Yun Yun asked weakly: "The female disciple of the Huazong..."

"Ah, that's right, as long as they don't act recklessly, the Hall of Souls won't do anything to them." Nalan Yanran replied coldly facing the master she had most respected and intimate with.

ps: Huh?In the end, why does it seem to be the secret history of Huazong? ?Um, good boy don't search this.