The secret revealed by a myna.
In the Rakshasa moonlit night, apart from the androgynous voice, there was also a strange sound that kept reverberating in her ears.
"Tap, tap, tap."
In that tense and painful situation, it was impossible for him to notice the extremely faint sound. The sound entered his ears, but not his heart. However, half a year later, in the suburbs of Jiao City, a myna that was eating pine nuts recalled the exact same sound from the depths of his memory. He recalled it, compared it, and verified it.
King Kong!
King Kong had been beside her, probably eating sunflower seeds.
That arrogant, egotistical, Fei Yan's pet!
If I didn't know who you were, I could have stopped and not wasted time leaving Fufeng. But if I did, I wouldn't be Meng Fuyao anymore!
Without another word, she mounted her horse and changed directions with a whip. "Where are we going?" Yao Xun asked blankly.
Fuyao's horse had already galloped far away, leaving only a few words behind.
"The Royal City of Tarr!"
= = =
The Royal City of Tarr was named Wulun. Like Gale City, the palace was located in the center of the city. The golden palace shone brilliantly under the morning sun.
However, the most noble and worshipped building in the city wasn't the Wulun Palace, but the Tiancheng Holy Palace.
Tiancheng was a very Chinese name. It didn't sound very harmonious in the Royal City of the Mutated Tribes, but no one in Fufeng would have any objections to the name given by Fei Yan Saintess.
Fei Yan, the Saintess, was a rare talent that only appeared once in a hundred years in the history of Fufeng. After the Great Witch God, she was the only sorcerer who had reached the pinnacle of witchcraft cultivation and could almost connect to the gods. Unlike the Great Witch God who loved to fight, was unrestrained and admired the culture of the Central Plains, the Saintess rarely left Fufeng. She cared for the people of the three tribes of Fufeng and was willing to lend a helping hand when they were in trouble. Every ten days, the Tiancheng Holy Palace would open its doors for a day to treat the illnesses of the poor people. Not only the Tarr Tribe, but also the people who were suffering from illnesses would come from afar to seek help from the Saintess. She was the Great Witch Saint of Great Light who was tolerant, kind, and cared for the common people.
Wherever there was too much light in the world, there would definitely be a dark corner. However, when people were blinded by the dazzling light, how many would be able to discover it?
Early morning, Tiancheng Holy Palace.
The midsummer sky was clear and transparent, and the wind seemed especially moist and fresh because it was close to the sea, which was very harmonious with the main body of the Holy Palace. In the center of the Holy Palace, there was a blue tower that was very eye-catching. The tower was extremely tall, almost reaching the clouds. The top of the tower was narrow, only half the area of a house. On all four sides, there were wide and long windows that opened opposite each other, taking up the entire wall. One could imagine that from such a height, one could overlook the world, the four seas in the eyes, and the strong wind, like a fairy.
The maids walked through the palace with light footsteps. When they passed by the blue tower, they became even more careful and lightened their footsteps. Their faces were filled with pity and worry as they looked at the top of the tower, at the long window where faint green smoke was drifting out.
Since the blessing incense was lit so early, the Holy Maiden must not have slept last night.
The maids carefully walked away, then turned back to look in the direction of the outside of the palace. That hateful Han Emperor! Disturbing the peace of the Tal Clan's holy land, truly deserved to die!
The tower was as silent as its master, standing alone at the top of the Sacred Palace, overlooking the entire Royal City. It could even see the mountains and fields outside the Royal City, as well as a corner of the azure sea in the distance.
Of course, it could also see the army camps that stretched for dozens of miles.
The woman in the azure blue robe sat diagonally at the window, looking in that direction. Her blue robe and long black hair scattered in the air, silently blending with the green smoke in the sky.
Her figure was so light that it seemed as if she wanted to ride the wind, but also as if she wanted to fall down like a leaf.
"Woman, sit further away from the window. If you fall, I won't be able to save you."
The noisy "I" knocked on the melon seeds, glancing sideways at Fei Yan, who was half outside the window.
Fei Yan looked up at it, smiled tolerantly, and made a hand gesture.
King Kong spat out the melon seeds, the yellow hair on its head standing up like smoke. It glared and cursed, "You said I shouldn't have eaten melon seeds last time? Bah, bah, bah, I ate so carefully! "
Fei Yan smiled, stood up, and walked over in a calm and gentle manner. Looking at his hand gesture, it seemed like he was going to stroke King Kong, but King Kong suddenly shrank back.
Fei Yan grabbed it and threw it out of the window.
King Kong struggled a few times, desperately clawing at the window, and screamed, "Woman, save me, it's too high! I'm afraid of heights! "
Fei Yan ignored it, walked away, and knelt down.
She knelt at the top of the tower, in her forbidden area, in front of the man in green who was sitting cross-legged behind the curtain.
The man was tall, with long hair loose, wearing a green robe and a white cloak. The green silk ribbon fluttered in the strong wind of the tower in early summer.
Fei Yan silently stroked the corner of the man's clothes, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Beside her, the girl with the golden hoop carefully lit up the incense and saved King Kong. King Kong came up, saw the opened curtain, and was about to jump in front of the man, but was pushed away by Fei Yan, who said angrily, "Don't touch him!"
King Kong was just thrown out by her, and did not dare to talk back. It muttered, "Every time I am not allowed to go up, but the old master needs me …"
Fei Yan did not listen to it, and only stared at the man in silence.
The girl with the golden hoop said in a low voice, "Grandpa Great Magus God still hasn't woken up …"
"He is missing the most important ingredient," Fei Yan suddenly said. Fei Yan suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was light, and his voice was a little hoarse. It was hard to tell if it was a man's or a woman's voice. "For this primer, I have waited for ten years. I have prepared for ten years, but I still failed at the last step."
"That woman …" The girl with the golden hoop tilted her head, "Didn't you say she was on the sea?"
Fei Yan was silent, thinking about how far the plague on the sea had spread. Once that woman found out about the plague, she would immediately leave the sea and come back. Fei Yan had been waiting for her for a long time. If not for the fact that Grandpa Great Magus God could not leave, and that she was surrounded by Zhan Beiye, she would have gone to the sea to kill her.
That detestable Han Emperor, to think that she would meet him at Chang Han Mountain. What was he doing there? Sometimes, she just did not have enough luck …
Fei Yan sighed and caressed the corner of the green-robed man's robe. Thirty years ago, the Great Witch God had fought against the Ancient Hou Clan. The Hou Clan had been wiped out, and the Witch God had remained in the Chang Han Mountain forever. Everyone thought that her grandfather was dead, but only she knew that he was still alive. His body was immortal, and his soul was not far away. Ever since she was young, she had been calling for him to find the most powerful man in her clan, to find the most powerful sorcery that the Witch God had lost. From then on, she was the only one who could control Fufeng and the entire Five Continents under the control of the Great Light Technique.
To find him, she had sacrificed her entire life.
Ten years ago, she paid the price of losing her voice, and on the day of the opening of the Evergreen Temple, she was to find the woman born at that time, the demoness from the heavens, and use her blood as a medium to awaken the Great Magus God.
She knelt in the vast and deep hall. Amidst the thick fog, someone threw down a birth date and a piece of soft jade, a rare apricot-colored jade. Deep in the hall, someone said, "The one whose blood changed the color of this jade is the one you're looking for."
She knew that the Great Magus God was in Chang Han Mountain, but she had never tried to find him. The ancient tomb of the Hou Clan had its own essence that could preserve the Great Magus God's physical body from rotting. Only by finding a blood sacrifice could the Great Magus God be summoned back.
In order to find a blood sacrifice to do good deeds, everyone who came to her had to report their birth date and their family's birth date. Then, she tested their blood on the ancient jade, but to no avail.
Two years ago, when the Great Han Emperor passed through Chang Han, the ancient tomb of the Hou Clan was alarmed. She immediately sensed it and sent someone to sneak into the tomb. They found a bit of human flesh on the door of the secret chamber. Her careful subordinates brought it back, and the color of the ancient jade changed.
This made her wild with joy. However, the blood had been there for a long time, and its color was not obvious. She could not be sure if it was the one she was looking for. But from then on, she began to pay attention to Meng Fuyao. After all, among the people who accompanied the Great Han Emperor out of Chang Han, she was the only one who matched the birth date.
Her gaze was always on Meng Fuyao, watching her move forward, fighting for supremacy over the world, watching her advance step by step, watching her scheme, watching the group of top-notch men chasing after her, following her all the way.
Very good. If such a woman was really the one she was looking for, she would benefit greatly in the future.
Because of this, she made an exception and left Fufeng after Meng Fuyao accepted Xuanji's invitation. They had a chance encounter in a restaurant, where she obtained Meng Fuyao's blood and used a talisman to awaken her memory. Only by awakening her could she find out about her past and her birth date.
Her birth date was only one day apart, but the blood had truly changed the color of the ancient jade.
After ten years of searching, the dust had finally settled.
What happened next was as such. She made a move against Faqiang, lured Ya Lanzhu back, and lured Meng Fuyao here. She weaved a dense net and trapped the target she had been waiting for ten years.
She had painstakingly trapped that powerful woman, but a moment of greed had still let her escape. She had to admit that Meng Fuyao was stronger than she had imagined.
She had obtained her heart's blood, but she had not been able to awaken the Witch God as she had hoped. The position was a little off, and the slightest error could lead to a thousand miles of error.
Now that the Han Emperor had intervened, the situation was not in her favor. But it did not matter. She still had one last chance …
Fei Yan smiled charmingly, stood up, and asked the girl with the golden hoops, "Daya, are you ready?"
The girl with the golden hoops, Daya, hummed in acknowledgment, but asked doubtfully, "Are you sure that the thing he was carrying had something to do with her?"
"I spent a lot of time researching her experience and the relationship between them." Fei Yan smiled. "He was a very simple person, and he did not like ornaments. She was the most important person in his life. Something that made him carry it day and night must have something to do with her."
She smiled leisurely. "Didn't you notice that one of her teeth had a different color? It seemed to be fake. "
"There are fake teeth?" Daya's eyes widened.
"There are people in this world who can make fake teeth. For example, the Emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, who happened to be her friend." Fei Yan's expression was cold. "He should have known that she was the person I was looking for, but he did not tell me. I even helped him with the Xuanyuan Dynasty's ancient technique, the Face Changing Spell!"
Daya did not make a sound. She thought to herself, 'You did help him, but at the same time, you destroyed the spell at a critical moment. That person's health was ruined by you.'
But she did not dare to say it. Otherwise, she could not guarantee that she would not be thrown down the tower like King Kong.
"I want to take a gamble." Fei Yan looked at the dark tents below the tower with his hands behind his back. "I'll bet that the small pouch tied around his waist contains that fallen tooth."
"It was my mistake last time." She turned around and looked affectionately at her grandfather. "I want to use her body, her martial strength, and her soul. I also want to use her relationship and identity to make the hegemony of the Tal Clan proceed more smoothly. People should not be too greedy. If I had known earlier, I would have taken her heart or knocked out all her teeth. Then, there would not have been a day where the army would force us. But it doesn't matter now. First, I will get this tooth. Then, she will be mine."
She smiled. "The Han Emperor has never let anyone see the contents of the pouch. He definitely would not have thought that someone knew what was inside and was still scheming."
Daya bowed in admiration and retreated. She said, "I have to negotiate with the Han Emperor at dawn. I will go and prepare."
She left with the cursing King Kong. Fei Yan stood silently with his hands behind his back. He leisurely looked at the place where the sea and the sky met. After a long time, he gently stroked his throat and coughed uncomfortably.
This voice was fake. It was borrowed with a magical power, so it was sometimes male and sometimes female. Her own voice, which used to be as delicate as an oriole and as beautiful as falling pearls, had long been offered to the altar of the Evergreen Temple.
Because it was too unpleasant to hear, she never spoke again.
Fei Yan, Fei Yan.
She lived in silence for twenty years. Because of this silence, she saw too much of the world.
In the silence, she saw thousands of miles of territory silently split. The blade of hegemony opened deep and long ravines in the hearts of the people on the vast land. The bright blade light illuminated the dark sky. Above the clouds, she saw a satisfied smile as she looked down on everything.
She made this face with a smile as she watched them madly chase after her. They racked their brains, constantly setting their own traps and falling into the traps of fate.
She fished at the mouth of the well. Waiting for her, approaching.
= = =
On the thirtieth day of the fifth month of the tenth year of the Great Radiance Calendar, the Han Emperor and Fufeng Saintess Fei Yan met in a small mountain village thirty miles away from Wulun, the capital of the Tal Clan.
Zhan Beiye had never been one to negotiate. What was there to negotiate about military matters? Rather than wasting time, he might as well fight to his heart's content. Hence, he was dismissive of Fei Yan's request for negotiation.
The messenger of the Tal Clan was not discouraged. She came a second time and brought Fei Yan's message. Zhan Beiye's expression changed immediately.
She said, "I heard that Your Majesty's close friend was killed at sea. She was cursed by witchcraft. Does Your Majesty not wish to dispel it?"
Zhan Beiye was silent for a moment. He then laughed coldly. "Very well. Wait till I meet the world famous Shen Kong Saintess and see how to dispel Fufeng witchcraft."
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in an ordinary house in the mountain village that had long been opened to the villagers. He was drinking tea in a rare moment of peace under the scorching sun of early summer. His dark eyebrows were reflected by the sunlight and shone brightly.
At seven in the morning, the sun had just risen. He finished three mouthfuls of tea.
He put down his teacup and stood up. "I'm not waiting. Let's go. We'll fight tomorrow."
Other than Meng Fuyao, he wouldn't wait for any woman in the world.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
Zhan Beiye looked up, his eyes flashing. This woman's footsteps were so light that he didn't even hear how she came over. Was it martial arts or witchcraft?
The door opened, and a charming lady in blue and red walked in. Her clothes fluttered in the wind. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but her eyebrows were neat, and her lines were soft. She was like porcelain against the golden light, gentle and beautiful.
Behind her was a girl with a golden hoop. She didn't bring King Kong. If King Kong met Zhan Beiye, he would definitely break his head.
Zhan Beiye sat proudly with his hands on his knees. Seeing that Fei Yan had only brought a maidservant over, his gaze calmed down a little.
He was still wearing a black robe with red trim and a scarlet belt around his waist. There were no other ornaments except for a small scarlet pouch inlaid with gold. It was so small that it was hard to notice, so small that one would wonder if a finger could fit inside.
Fei Yan didn't even look at the pouch. He only smiled at Zhan Beiye and sat down elegantly.
Zhan Beiye went straight to the point. "How do we dispel it?"
Fei Yan made a few hand gestures, and Daya answered, "Retreat, Your Majesty."
Zhan Beiye's thick eyebrows twitched, and he glanced at the lady in surprise. Under the heavens, there was one more woman who refused to budge under his overbearing aura.
"You're tired of living, and so is your entire Tal Clan." Zhan Beiye grinned, his teeth as sharp as a shark's. "Who bargains like you?"
"In Your Majesty's heart, Meng Fuyao is more important than anything else." Daya faithfully conveyed Fei Yan's message.
"That doesn't mean that I will be controlled by others." Zhan Beiye turned the teacup in his hand. "Have you asked around? When have I ever been threatened?"
Fei Yan smiled.
"We might as well start now."
Anger flashed in Zhan Beiye's eyes as he slammed the teacup down. The tea splashed everywhere, but not on his hand. Instead, it all flew to Fei Yan. Fei Yan smiled faintly and blew lightly. The crystal-clear water droplets froze in front of her. She stretched out her finger and slowly drew in the air. In an instant, a scene unfolded in the water screen!
It was a greyish-white fog, and it was impossible to see what was happening. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and a person was struggling to breathe in it.
Zhan Beiye was shocked.
It was Fuyao!
In the greyish-white fog, the person held his chest and slowly raised his head. His blank gaze seemed to be listening to something. Then, as if he had suffered a blow, his body curled up.
Zhan Beiye's hand that was holding the teacup trembled.
The person curled up tighter and tighter, but suddenly bounced off again, as if she was suffering from some kind of great pain. Suddenly, she began to roll on the ground. She struggled frantically, climbing up and falling down again and again, fighting against the illusory tide of spiritual energy. Her wound split open under the violent rolling, and blood spurted out into a bloody fog. Then, she was pressed down by her own body, and the ground was covered with blood. But she still seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and under the intense pain in the void, she was on the verge of death.
Fuyao — —
"Bang!"
Zhan Beiye crushed the teacup in his hand. The sharp porcelain shards pierced his skin, and fresh blood flowed down, but he did not feel it.
Fuyao!
That was Fuyao of the Rakshasa moon!
No one knew what happened to her that night. The only news they received was that she was fine. Yun Hen was afraid that they would be worried, so he did not tell them the truth. Zhan Beiye knew that Fuyao must have suffered, but he did not expect to see such a tragic struggle!
No one understood Fuyao's ability to withstand blows better than him. She would not even frown if he hurt her. What kind of intense pain would it be to make her go crazy like that?
In that instant, the psychological impact was too great. Zhan Beiye's heart thumped violently, beating abnormally and violently. It hurt so much that he felt like his heart was being torn apart. He pressed down on his chest and tried to turn his eyes away, but he could not help but look over.
= = = =
Fuyao spurred her horse forward.
She had just heard that Fei Yan had invited Zhan Beiye for a peace talk outside the city. She did not think that this woman would really go there with a straight face. She most likely had some tricks up her sleeves. No matter what, she could not let Zhan Beiye be alone with her!
She whipped her horse as fast as lightning, heading straight for the small mountain village at the border between the two armies.
Just five kilometers from the village, she entered the square formation of the Tal army that had followed Fei Yan here. From afar, they were neatly lined up in azure leather armor. Their swords and spears shone brightly, like an ocean of armor.
Meng Fuyao did not even blink as she headed straight for the end of the ocean.
Those people saw a horse rolling over ferociously and hurriedly came forward to stop her.
"Stop! Forbidden area! "
Without another word, Fuyao lashed out with her whip. The tip of her whip skillfully rippled in mid-air, trapping a soldier. In an instant, a pile of soldiers fell to the ground.
The soldiers were shocked. By the time they caught up to her, she had already rushed over, raising a cloud of dust that obscured her figure.
"Who is it! Stop him! Stop him! "
There was a commotion in front and behind her. Meng Fuyao, who only wanted to save time, rushed straight for the 3,000 guards that Fei Yan had stationed outside the village. Like a sharp black awl, she unceremoniously cut open the square formation of the Sacred Palace guards in azure leather armor.
Someone in full armor rushed over. From afar, he changed his formation. The front became the back, and the back became the front. Spears crossed, and cold light flashed!
"Cha!"
Although the Heaven Piercing Spear was short, its light covered a radius of about three meters. With a flick of her finger, Fuyao cleared the air. Layers of cold light rippled out like waves, each layer colder and brighter than the one before. As one layer collided with the other, the spears that were blocking the way were stacked together, sending flesh and blood flying.
Clanging sounds rang out incessantly, and the long spears flew out indiscriminately, hitting the densely packed crowd of people who were surging over.
The guards retreated in fear, like the receding tide on the beach, leaving faint red blood foam behind.
Meng Fuyao rushed forward.
= = =
The 'painting' on the water screen was still going on.
On the 'painting', Meng Fuyao seemed to be shouting. Her words were short and determined. Zhan Beiye carefully read her lips … She was saying, "No!"
What did she say? His heart was shaken, and he thought absentmindedly, 'What did she say at that time?'
He could not take his eyes off that scene. Even though he knew that it would be a heart-wrenching pain, he still could not ignore it. That was Fuyao's experience, that was her pain! He even knew that it was an illusion. No illusion could create such a realistic Fuyao!
He saw Meng Fuyao hugging her head and rolling on the ground.
He saw Meng Fuyao raise her head between breaths, and the black and white in her eyes gradually turned red.
He saw Meng Fuyao retreat to the corner of the wall, and the 'Heaven Piercing Spear' suddenly attacked.
He saw Meng Fuyao smash through the wall, blood splattering everywhere, and turn around in mid-air. Under the faint moonlight, her eyes were blood-red, and her expression was frantic.
Blind! Crazy!
Those blood-red eyes looked back at him!
Zhan Beiye suddenly felt as if his heart had been hit by a giant hammer, and he instantly lost his breath!
= = =
Meng Fuyao was rushing forward.
She was about to get out of the square formation.
Suddenly, ten black-robed people appeared in front of her. Judging by their attire, they were obviously the great sorcerers of the Imperial Court. Their expressions were solemn, and with a point of their fingers, grey smoke rose!
Meng Fuyao hated sorcerers the most!
Without a second word, she shouted!
The sound of the sky splitting apart was louder than the roar of a Buddhist lion. It was like a thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, shaking the great sorcerers who were proficient in sorcery and martial arts but could not compare to her. The spells in their hands and the incantations in their mouths froze.
In that instant, they felt a strong black wind in front of them. It was as if someone's steel-like sleeves had swept past them, slapping their cheeks until they felt pain. Then, in the blink of an eye, a snow-white river of light suddenly appeared above their heads.
Vaguely, they heard the black-robed man shout, "Cloud Trace, please!"
They suddenly turned around, only to see that the owner of the shout, the person they wanted to surround and intercept, had already passed over their heads. In front of them was a green-robed young man with cold and flickering eyes.
The young man's eyes flickered like stars, and his sword technique was even faster than his gaze, killing silently.
Blood splattered, and Meng Fuyao leaped!
She was about to leave the square formation.
Suddenly, a group of people came over carrying a few sacks and quickly poured them on the ground.
Ants, worms, snakes, centipedes, scorpions, golden silkworms, loaches … Anything that existed in the world, but mortals could or could not think of, fell in Meng Fuyao's path.
The ground was immediately filled with a mist of yellow, green, purple, and green, interweaving into a colorful poisonous web that enveloped Meng Fuyao.
= = =
Under the dim moon and bright sun, Meng Fuyao turned her head back in front of Zhan Beiye. Her eyes were bloodshot and strange, and her expression was crazed and confused. Within her infinitely expanding crimson eyes was a bloody abyss.
That kind of gaze was suddenly turned around in that vivid and lifelike painting. It was as if Meng Fuyao was looking straight at him with eyes that had fallen into hell.
Anyone who looked at her would know that she had gone crazy.
Anyone who met that painful gaze would also be driven mad.
Zhan Beiye almost went crazy in that instant.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that Rakshasa Yue Fuyao would have to go through this!
Even if he had a heart of steel, he would not be able to remain unperturbed after witnessing her suffering with his own eyes. How could he not be calm? He had long been drowned in the raging waves of heartache because of her pain.
His head was dizzy, and his vision went black.
In that moment of darkness …
Fei Yan flicked his finger.
Her curled up fingernails popped out. They were actually a few inches long, and their tips were as sharp as blades.
Those sharp fingernails gently brushed past Zhan Beiye's waist.
= = =
Not far from the small house in the mountain village, there was a mess of worms crawling all over the ground. Mist was rising, and the place was filled with colorful poisonous fog.
The poisonous fog did not intend to poison Meng Fuyao, but only to keep her in the formation. Keeping her there would not only change the lives of a few people. It would not only be an opportunity for today. It would not only be the ending of the three Fufeng clans. It could even be the future of the world and the five continents!
It would affect the entire situation! One move could shake the world!
Meng Fuyao stopped her horse.
Only for a moment.
Then she shouted, "Nine Tails!"
A golden ball rolled out in response.
"All the worms in the world will submit to you!" Meng Fuyao pointed with her halberd. "If you can't destroy them, go and smash your head against tofu!"
Nine Tails giggled and jumped onto the head of Meng Fuyao's horse. She bowed and made a gesture that said, "Go ahead."
Meng Fuyao immediately galloped forward, ignoring the snakes and scorpions in front of her. She did not care about the colorful fog that was as thick as a thick blanket.
Nine Tails stood steadily on the horse's head against the fog, imitating Lord Yuan Bao's Titanic style. When she neared the belt of worms, she suddenly turned around and farted.
Fragrance filled the air.
The colorful fog was broken.
With a swoosh, the snakes and worms retreated like the tide.
There were no more obstacles in front of her.
Not far away, the Han Army could already see the wooden hut that was being used for negotiations.
A few valiant soldiers took advantage of Meng Fuyao's pause to try and stop her. They swept their spears at her horse's hooves. Meng Fuyao laughed coldly and reached out to grab a spear. She leaped up and lifted the person who grabbed the spear into the air. Then, she dashed towards the house.
She whistled, her spear piercing through the Tarshi soldiers. The Han Army watched her charge forward like a hot knife through butter, piercing through the Tarshi soldiers' formation. Her bravery and valiance were comparable to their emperor's. Their blood was boiling, and their hands were itching. If not for military orders, they would have rushed over to join in the fight. Even so, they looked at Meng Fuyao as if she was a god. As she flew over, the army parted like the waves of the sea, opening a path for her.
Some looked up at her black shadow flying over their heads like a black cloud. Fascinated, they could not help but shout, "Who goes there?"
"Meng Fuyao!" Meng Fuyao screamed.
An uproar shook the army. It was their Meng King of the Han Empire!
She was the founding hero of the Han Empire, the only prince, one of the top ten in the Nine Firmaments, the woman who accompanied His Majesty to brave the Chang Han Empire and helped His Majesty overturn the Tiansha Empire. As a woman, she destroyed the royal family of a nation and ascended to the throne of the Great Wan Empire!
Her story had long since become an epic legend that would be sung by the people of the Han Empire. That legend was filled with loyalty, justice, passion, unparalleled wisdom and strength, unparalleled bravery and sincerity. It was the source of all the inspirational spirit and meaning in the world.
The early summer sun was like molten gold, illuminating the black-robed woman like a goddess. She pierced through the soldiers' heads with her spear. Her steel-like clothes fluttered in the wind as she wrote down the glorious legend of a peerless woman.
The crowd held their breaths and looked up to see a phoenix soaring in the sky. Her stunning spear shot straight at its target!
"Boom!"
Meng Fuyao slammed into the wall of the house, causing it to collapse. Gray smoke filled the air as Meng Fuyao rushed in and shouted, "Fei Yan!"
= = =
The moment the wall collapsed, Zhan Beiye turned around.
The moment the wall collapsed, Fei Yan retracted his fingernails.
The moment the wall collapsed, Meng Fuyao rushed in like lightning and saw Zhan Beiye sitting in front of Fei Yan. Everything was normal. She heaved a sigh of relief and struck him with her palm without hesitation.
Fei Yan floated up like a piece of paper and smiled. "When two countries are at war, they don't kill envoys."
Zhan Beiye heard her words and raised his eyebrows in anger. However, he immediately turned to look at Meng Fuyao.
He looked at her carefully, noticing that she had lost some weight and that her martial arts had obviously improved. His gaze lingered on her slightly reddened eyes.
Looking at her reddened eyes, his gaze darkened like the surface of the sea before a storm. Haze surged and chaos was about to break out.
Meng Fuyao only stared at Fei Yan with her reddened eyes.
She looked at Fei Yan from head to toe and suddenly laughed. "Shen Kong Saintess? Shen Kong indeed. God as in crazy, empty as in empty. "
Fei Yan did not get angry. He smiled charmingly at her and said, "Meng Fuyao, with your jealous eyes, nothing can be normal."
"I'm not going to bicker with you." Meng Fuyao sat down, no longer in a hurry to fight. She crossed her legs and said, "I've basically figured out the ins and outs of this matter. Now, I'd like to verify it with you. Saintess, would you mind taking some time to listen?"
Fei Yan smiled and nodded.
"From the start, your real target was me," Meng Fuyao said. "When you first attacked the Faqiang royal family, your goal was to lure Ya Lanzhu back and then use her to lure me here. You must have spent a lot of time to understand me and the people around me. You were well aware of our entanglements and knew that I would not stay out of Ya Lanzhu's matter, so you used her to lure me here, am I right?"
Fei Yan laughed. "It's useless to destroy people like you. I originally wanted to kill you, but I later felt that it would be better to subdue you. In order to subdue you, I had to start with the trust and feelings that you value the most. Only then could I pry open your heart's defenses. What else could be more suitable than Zhangsun Wuji and Ya Lanzhu? One represents your feelings, while the other represents your friendship. That's why you chased after Zhangsun Wuji and Ya Lanzhu on the night of the rakshasa moon. "Meng Fuyao stared at her and changed the topic.
"Now I finally understand why I felt that the process of eliminating Faqiang Prime Minister Kang Che was too easy and strange. Kang Che was actually a pawn you abandoned. You controlled his Soul Lamp, but only controlled him to not reveal any secrets related to him. You allowed Kang Che to leak the rest of the information about the murder of the queen and usurping the throne. Your goal was to allow Zhuzhu to take power. Then, you pointed all the clues to Shao Dang, causing Zhuzhu to attack Shao Dang. Then, you lured the enemy deeper and joined forces with Shao Dang, which you had already taken down, to defeat Faqiang in one fell swoop."
Fei Yan smiled without saying a word. After a while, she said, "It's a pity for Kang Che. You guys are too ruthless."
"It's a pity for Kang Che to be your subordinate." Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "As for you, I'm sure that during the period when Kang Che was in control of the palace, you had already made some changes to Faqiang's palace and left behind an opportunity for Rakshasa moon to use the night of the rakshasa moon. Although the rest of us are skilled in martial arts, we don't know much about witchcraft. All those who know witchcraft have been taken away by you, leaving Ya Lanzhu behind. Naturally, we are passive."
Fei Yan smiled silently, tacitly agreeing.
Meng Fuyao looked at her with a charming smile. Thinking back to the first time she had met her, she had felt that she was humble and sincere. She had a good impression of her, but she had misjudged her. This woman had laid out a two-pronged plot that stretched for thousands of miles. She was patient and resourceful. Not only had she lured Faqiang, she had not forgotten to take her life. Not only was she proficient in witchcraft, she was also adept at psychology. She had forced Meng Fuyao, who was extremely powerful and surrounded by powerful people, to almost lose her life. She was indeed the strongest woman she had ever met in the five continents.
If she hadn't been greedy and underestimated Meng Fuyao's willpower, she would have really lost.
Compared to her, Pei Yuan was only fragile and arrogant, Empress Xuanji was only unbridled and vicious, and the most scheming Feng Jingfan was only good at disguising her cleverness.
She seemed to have the ambition to unite the three clans, but why would they want to attack her? What exactly did she want from her? That was something Meng Fuyao could not figure out for the time being.
But there was no need to figure it out. Everything would be clean after she was killed.
Meng Fuyao smiled and stretched. "Aiya, it's so tiring to talk so much. If it wasn't for my pets putting something around you, I wouldn't have to endure the disgust and talk to you for so long, would I? God knows how horrible your voice is. "
"I wouldn't have talked to you for so long if I didn't have to do something," Fei Yan said. Fei Yan said lightly, "Compared to my androgynous voice, your androgynous life is more disgusting."
Meng Fuyao tilted her head and sneered. "What kind of tricks can you play? In terms of sorcery, today is no longer the Rakshasa moon. You can't touch me anymore, and in terms of martial arts, you're far behind. "
Fei Yan only smiled and slowly extended her hand.
In her palm was a tooth that looked like a pearl, rolling around.
A ball of cyan flame had appeared on her right hand at some point in time.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and her expression changed. She turned to look at Zhan Beiye, who was shocked. He immediately looked at his waist, but the small pouch was gone.
"You're still one step too late." Fei Yan smiled charmingly. "What I want is already in my hands. I was just refining my true fire just now."
"I'll use the purest Witch God's fire to serve your tooth." Fei Yan laughed. "This is the top-notch sacred fire I've been preparing for you for ten years. To a sorcerer with powerful necromancy, a tooth that's once connected to the heart is more effective than flesh, nails, or hair. It's a real killing weapon."
The flame in her hand was not extinguished. Its core was blue, but its outer ring was dyed with a layer of strange red. Outside the red was a layer of yellow, and outside the yellow was a layer of purple. The layers were distinct, strange, and enchanting.
Zhan Beiye roared and pounced over.
But it was too late.
The flame landed on the tooth, and the sparks that erupted were black and sticky, like the mud in a quagmire or the rotten water in a swamp. They emitted a gloomy aura of death.
Meng Fuyao fell to the ground without a sound.
Like a puppet, a broken blade of grass, or a candle that had been cut in half, she fell to the ground without a sound.
Zhan Beiye pounced over and picked her up. Behind him, a strange laughter that was neither male nor female could be heard.
"She's not dead yet … but she'll die soon. Her flesh will fall apart, her bones will shatter, and her hair will turn white … She'll die in the ugliest and most painful way possible. Emperor Han, do you want to see the woman you love turn from a peerless beauty into snow in an instant? She'll wail and scream in agony for three days and three nights, just like what you saw in the water mirror?"
Zhan Beiye suddenly turned around and stared at her like a wolf king staring at its enemy. It was bloodthirsty, fierce, sinister, and murderous.
Fei Yan, however, turned a blind eye to this ordinary person's gaze that made his legs go soft. He only lightly flicked his sleeves and raised the colorful demon fire. He said softly, "If you want her to die a better death, give the order to retreat, and then, kill yourself."
She was calm and even a bit considerate as she said, "To be honest, I don't think there's a need for the latter request at all, because you will definitely kill yourself."
Zhan Beiye stared at her, his bloodshot eyes gradually calming down. He no longer looked at Fei Yan, but turned around and gently caressed the twitching Meng Fuyao. His slender fingers gently moved from her hair to her forehead, to her nose, to her lips …
His fingers paused on her lips for a few seconds, and he leaned forward, as if he wanted to give her one last gentle kiss.
Fei Yan sneered as she watched, the colorful flames in her palms shone brilliantly, making her already deep brows look even more sinister and sinister.
Zhan Beiye's body was already leaning forward.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He stopped in front of Fuyao's cheek, an inch away from her red lips.
Just an inch away, and he would be able to touch the softness and sweetness of his dreams if he leaned forward a little.
"Hurry up if you want to be intimate." Fei Yan focused on controlling the flame. "In a while, her red lips will turn black, and you'll lose interest."
Zhan Beiye had already stopped moving. After a while, he sighed softly and slowly moved away.
He moved away, hugging Fuyao, and looked up with a deep look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see some prophecy about fate and emotions in the sky.
He stood up with Fuyao in his arms and slowly pulled out the long sword on his back.
The long sword was crimson, its hilt inlaid with a huge pigeon's blood gem. The blade was as clear as autumn water.
"When I hold the sword, my middle finger presses on the eyes of the Azure Dragon's blood crystal, the most noble eye of the Sword God. In the entire Tiansha Royal Family, only I can press on that position. Now, I hand the sword to you, and I allow you to touch the most sacred eye of the Sword God, as well as … everything about me."
Everything about me.
If you're empty.
He had handed over his sword, his heart, his hands, and everything he had in his life.
It's the blood that's been spilled, and it can't be taken back.
Zhan Beiye drew the sword and held it across his neck. The autumn water's splendor shone, making his dark eyes shine.
Fei Yan smiled.
Then, she suddenly frowned.
At the same time.
The long sword that was about to commit suicide was suddenly pulled horizontally, and with a swoosh, thousands of rays of light shot out. It crossed the dark and dusty hut like a rainbow, instantly closing in on Fei Yan!
Fei Yan retreated hastily.
Behind him was a wall.
Suddenly, a sword pierced through the thick wall. Green light flickered, and the sword was still dripping with blood.
Fei Yan grabbed Daya, who had yet to react, and threw her onto the sword!
"Ah!"
The loyal maid did not understand anything, but she had already become a shield for a wrongful death.
However, someone flipped over like a black eagle. The moment the longsword reached behind the wall, that person raised his hand and grabbed the longsword in midair, then sent it flying like lightning!
No words could describe the pinnacle of speed at that moment!
No one could make a single move in the face of such a vengeful, thunderous sword!
No one could save themselves from Meng Fuyao, who had already broken through the Nine Heavens, and Yun Hen, who came from the same sect!
Fei Yan, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, only saw a flash of seven-colored demonic light, like the flame of a candle swaying in the wind. Then, it was enveloped by a dark red fog. The fog was sticky, heavy, and slightly fishy. In an instant, it enveloped and extinguished the seven-colored light.
Extinguished forever.
She fell.
The Shen Kong Saintess, the kind and benevolent Saintess who was revered by the entire Fufeng Clan, had finally turned into nothingness.
She fell to the ground, in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes, which were gradually covered with the color of death, did not look at Meng Fuyao, but at Zhan Beiye with great difficulty.
She stared at him with the same gaze that Zhan Beiye had used on her, but it was even weirder. Her eyeballs were like a piece of dead blood, staring straight at Zhan Beiye's face, as if they were staring into nothingness.
Zhan Beiye looked at her with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened. His eyes were filled with mockery, and he said in a low voice, "Do you really think that I can't guess what you're planning? Do you really think that I would be so careless as to bring Fuyao's item in front of you? Do you think that just because no one has seen or knows about the item in the brocade pouch, I would be so careless as to think that no one would have any designs on it? "
Do you really think that after her disappearance, I would be so careless as to neglect Fuyao's safety again and again?
Do you think that I would casually bring her item with me?
After her accident, I read all the legends about witchcraft. Since I know that the tooth is an important primer for necromancy, why would I give you any chance?
Her broken tooth is with me, but you will never be able to guess where it is. You don't even deserve to guess it.
A person like you, no matter how smart you are, can guess where it is. But you don't understand how careful true love is.
= = = =
Meng Fuyao stood calmly in front of Fei Yan's corpse, her face slightly red.
Zhan Beiye really knew how to put on an act. When she was pretending to be dead, he really seemed to want to kiss her!
If she hadn't pinched him at the risk of being discovered, he would have stolen her kiss again.
But … at that moment, when she was in his arms, with the Heavenly Connection circulating, she actually felt his depression and pain. It was as if … as if she was really dead.
Affected by that state of mind, she actually thought that she was really dead.
And when Zhan Beiye pulled out his sword to commit suicide, she also suddenly felt that he really had some fierce thoughts in his mind.
This made her feel uneasy, so she acted immediately after Yun Hen pulled out his sword.
Finally … she got rid of this bewitching woman.
The moment she entered the room, Zhan Beiye gave her a hint. This was the most tacit understanding between the two of them. She laughed softly, thinking that since the two of them quarreled the moment they met, it was rare for them to work together successfully. She should really celebrate.
She kept her sword and said, "I'm going to the Holy Palace to see what's up."
"Your eyes aren't good, what are you looking at? I'll go." Zhan Beiye immediately replied.
"You said that I'm half-blind? Hmph, I'm blind but I'm clear!" Zhan Beiye frowned. "Don't be stubborn!"
"You're the stubborn one!"
"You're the stubborn one!"
Zhan Beiye: "!!!"
Meng Fuyao: "!!!"
After a while, Meng Fuyao kicked away the remaining half of the wall and ran out angrily.
She was wrong!
There was no way she could cooperate with this stone-like War Emperor!
= = =
When Meng Fuyao stepped into the tower of the Holy Palace, she was stunned.
She saw an old acquaintance.
Behind the curtain was a man in a green robe with a white belt. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind. It was the man she had caught a glimpse of in the secret chamber of Da Gun's ancient tomb.
His expression was still the same, and he was smiling. His eyebrows were glowing, and it felt as if he was about to open his eyes and wake up.
King Kong was leaning on his chest, pecking something red from the plate in front of him and feeding it to him.
If only Fei Yan could stay in the tower for a moment longer, if only she was here now, she would have understood what had happened.
The Sorcerer God was about to wake up.
Before he died, he left behind a summon for the most intelligent of his descendants: My body is not dead, my spirit is in King Kong.
During the great battle that year, he was forced to seal himself at the last moment. As a precaution, he sealed a part of his soul into King Kong's body.
Since then, King Kong, who had inherited part of his soul, had been fond of fighting and obscenities. It had become an unrestrained parrot that called itself "Lord" all day long.
It was really Fei Yan's' Grandpa '.
It was a pity that it only inherited a part of his soul and did not know the ins and outs of it. It was only responsible for the task of awakening the Sorcerer God. It was not like what Fei Yan had imagined, where he had to kill Meng Fuyao to extract the heart's blood.
Following the death of the Sorcerer God, a portion of the important sorcery books were lost. Among them, the most crucial one was the Great Soul Return Spell. Fei Yan's sorcery was top-notch, but without this important guidance, he had missed the opportunity even though it was right before his eyes.
If she knew that success was within her grasp as long as she stayed in the tower, she would probably beat her chest and vomit blood even if she was left with only her soul.
However, this was fate. Just a moment, just a moment, and they would be separated by the ends of the earth.
Now, it was not Fei Yan, but Meng Fuyao.
Even if she did not know anything, she knew that he was about to wake up. Once he did, he would definitely be in trouble. She reached out to grab King Kong and knocked over the basin of her blood.
The glow on the Sorcerer God's face gradually faded, but his sleeves suddenly trembled.
Meng Fuyao did not see it. She was looking at the sky and listening to the distant battle horn, thinking of escaping while Zhan Beiye was still organizing the attack. She quickly tied King Kong up and threw it to Lord Ingot, who was grinning coldly. "I'll leave it to you. You'll be in charge of training it. You have to make this Grandpa into a beautiful, mature lady of the new era!"
Lord Ingot laughed lewdly and dragged King Kong away. Along the way, King Kong's screams could be heard.
"I don't want to be a rabbit! I don't want to be a rabbit!"
= = =
On the thirtieth day of the fifth month in the tenth year of the Great Radiance of Fufeng Tower, the Divine Sky Saintess Fei Yan died. Tiancheng Holy Palace was burned to the ground by Meng Fuyao's men. The Sorcerer God and the Tal Clan's lost witchcraft could never be found again. This was exactly what Meng Fuyao wanted. Very good, the fewer those harmful things, the better.
Tal, who was already at a disadvantage, could no longer struggle at death's door against the allied forces. The remaining question was whether Fufeng would be one or two clans in the future.
Ya Lanzhu's family had always been trapped in Tiancheng Holy Palace. Meng Fuyao rescued them and handed the task of returning them to Zhan Beiye. Then, she turned around and hurriedly slipped away.
Jiao City once again left the port and sailed forward. This time, it was no longer drifting aimlessly on the vast sea. Instead, it was heading north of Rakshasa, where the perilous waves were boundless. Blue Sky Sea Valley, Absolute Region.
The wind on the surface of the sea blew the black hair of a woman who was holding onto the railing, fluttering like a flag.
Her eyes were bright and filled with longing. Her eyes were filled with longing, and her heart was filled with determination.
I'm going.
All of you … must live well.
= = =
Limitless Nation.
The main hall of the palace, Hongguang Hall.
The hall was dimly lit, and the bright yellow embroidered carpet was soundless. Under the yellow gauze lampshade, the light was gentle and warm, reflecting the soft charm of the objects in the room. However, it was not as beautiful as the person under the lamp.
He quietly looked at the secret report in his hand and did not speak for a long time. His expression did not change, but the man in gray who was kneeling in front of the hall tensed up and lowered his head even more.
His Majesty … was not too happy.
After a while, the man gently closed the secret report, sighed, and waved his hand to signal him to leave.
The man bowed and left, as if relieved of a heavy burden.
Zhangsun Wuji was left behind, facing the Wei Yang Sky and the Glaze Fire.
His gaze was like a series of ripples. The ripples reflected the figure of that person who resolutely left without looking back.
After a long time, he said in a low voice,
"Fuyao …"
"I knew you would forget the promise you made to me."
He sighed softly, and his jade-like fingers rested on his chin. He looked like he was in deep thought, his silhouette clear under the moonlight.
"But it doesn't matter …"
"I will always be with you."
= = =
Finally, there was only the last scroll left … Phew, he sighed.
Love and hate, gratitude and resentment, returning to the obsession, the ultimate struggle, the final winner … it all depended on the sky.
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