Yang Xuan's target was the Northern Border Ice Palace, but he did not rush there immediately.
When the Yellow Springs Prayer from the Yellow Springs Sect entered Yang Xuan's mind, his entire body went from moving at high speed to completely still.
"Yuan Zizhen has captured Li Que 'er and Meng Qingqing. Li Que 'er is injured, Meng Qingqing is dead! "
The voice echoed in Yang Xuan's mind like a knife, cutting back and forth.
A gray aura emanated from his body. It was like a gray fog, but it was filled with sadness and desolation.
In the sky, dark clouds pressed down, causing one's heart to go numb.
When the girl in green named Qingqing flashed in front of him, Yang Xuan did not say anything. He did not even shed a tear.
He only changed his direction and flew towards the Yuan Family.
Not fast, not slow.
The wind blew, and the green bamboos drooped.
It was the seventh day of the fourth lunar month.
The almanac said, "On the anniversary of Duke Yang's death, do not use it."
The Yuan Family!
Dark clouds hung low. The ink-like clouds were almost within reach.
A heavy rain was coming.
Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia looked at the corpse in front of them, as well as the red-clothed girl in front of it. There was blood at the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, but she still looked stubborn. Their minds were blank.
They knew that things were serious.
Very serious.
When Yuan Zizhen threw the corpse and the red-clothed girl in front of them, they did not take it to heart.
However, when the red-clothed girl held a flaming sword in her left hand and released countless red birds in her right hand, they were so shocked that they could not speak.
There was only one such flame in the world.
Immortal Sect, Bai Qi!
"Miss Li, this … this is a misunderstanding!" Yuan Zhixia tried to salvage the situation. However, even he knew that his efforts were futile.
The stubborn girl did not speak. She only replied to Yuan Zhixia with a gaze that was filled with hatred that could not be washed away.
Her eyes were red, the color of blood.
Beneath the red, there was a deeper layer of sadness.
Even the starlight in the sky could not hide the sadness in her eyes.
Qingqing was dead.
Every time these words echoed in her mind, she felt her head buzzing as if it was about to explode.
"I, Li Que 'er, hereby swear that in this lifetime, I will kill everyone with the surname Yuan. There will be no one with the surname Yuan in this world. Anyone who violates this oath will be punished by both heaven and man!"
The sky darkened, and there seemed to be drizzling in the air.
However, there was a faint smell of blood.
When Little Que 'er said those words, her tear-filled expression was very calm. It was as if she was narrating an extremely ordinary matter.
When Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu heard the oath, their faces turned even paler.
For some unknown reason, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly felt as though the one standing before him was not a woman in red clothes. Rather … … a man in white clothes stained with countless amounts of blood … … the Demon Deity, Bai Qi.
The little girl was not scary. The flaming blade in the little girl's hand was also not scary. However, what was scary was the person that the flaming blade represented. Especially when they found out that the little girl that was killed by Yuan Zizhen was actually Bai Qi's disciple, fear emerged in their hearts.
"Zhixia, don't say anymore!" Yuan Xinqiu's face was pale, but his eyes flashed with determination. "The mistake has been made, and it is too late to regret it. Now, the hatred between the Yuan Clan and Bai Qi can no longer be resolved. The only way to end it is with the destruction of one side."
Yuan Zhixia sighed. How could he not know what Yuan Xinqiu said? If Yuan Zizhen had killed someone else, it would have been fine. However, he should not have killed Yang Xuan's disciple. Given the Demon Deity's personality, this hatred was destined to be irreconcilable until the end of time.
Since it was destined to be irreconcilable, the only way to end it was with the destruction of one side.
"Let's go and see the Patriarch!" Yuan Xinqiu said in a low voice. His expression was grave, and even the air seemed to become heavier.
When the two brothers, Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia, saw Yuan Zizhen holding a white jade teacup and gently blowing the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water. He appeared to be at ease.
"Patriarch, I need an explanation!" Yuan Xinqiu said with a grave expression, his eyes filled with undisguised dissatisfaction.
"Hmph! What explanation? What do I need to explain to you?" Yuan Zizhen heavily placed the white jade teacup on the table, and the light green tea spilled all over the table.
"Patriarch, the two people you killed and captured were Bai Qi's disciples. Did you not know that?" Yuan Xinqiu's words were already very impolite.
"Ha! Xinqiu, you are getting bolder." Yuan Zizhen revealed an angry expression. He suddenly slammed the table, and the marble table instantly shattered. "Since when did you dare to question me?"
"Patriarch, Bai Qi always takes revenge for the smallest grievance. You killed his disciple and brought a terrifying disaster to our Yuan Clan," Yuan Zhixia could not help saying.
"Hmph! Bai Qi can kill my Yuan Clan's disciples, but I can't kill his sect's disciples? How can there be such a logic in this world? " Yuan Zizhen said coldly, "I want Bai Qi to know that my Yuan Clan's disciples are not that easy to kill."
"Patriarch, Bai Qi has always done things without any scruples. If he knows that his disciples have been killed, he will definitely come looking for us. At that time, our Yuan Clan …"
"Since the Martial God appeared, when has our Yuan Clan feared anyone? Have you forgotten the glory of our Yuan Clan in the past? " Yuan Zizhen said coldly, "The fact that the Yuan Clan has juniors like the two of you is a disgrace to our ancestors. Yuan Xinqiu, I think you should quit being the Patriarch."
"But our Yuan Clan has long since lost its former glory," Yuan Xinqiu argued.
"I want our Yuan Clan to regain its former glory!" Yuan Zizhen's voice shook the sky.
Yuan Xinqiu was silent, and the hall fell into silence.
After a long while, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly smiled, but tears appeared at the corners of his eyes.
"The Yuan Clan will be destroyed because of you! The Yuan Clan will be destroyed because of you! "He shouted hoarsely, and tears streamed down his face.
"Bastard!" Yuan Zizhen was really angry this time. He suddenly stood up and waved his long sleeve. An unparalleled force hit Yuan Xinqiu's chest.
"Be careful!" Yuan Zhixia did not expect Yuan Zizhen to suddenly attack. Before he could think carefully, he moved his body and stood in front of Yuan Xinqiu.
Boom!
Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu were sent flying backward. They broke through the wall and fell heavily in the courtyard. Blood splattered in the air.
"Master!" Ling Xiner cried out as she threw herself at Yuan Zhixia.
Yuan Xinqiu, who had fallen to the side, quickly got up from the ground and threw himself at Yuan Zhixia.
The power of a True God's attack was more than ten thousand catties. Even though Yuan Zizhen had withdrawn 90% of his power, the remaining power was not something that Yuan Zhixia could resist.
At this time, Yuan Zhixia's chest was directly penetrated. He was already breathing out more than he was inhaling.
"Go … go … leave … leave … the Yuan … Clan …." Looking at Ling Xiner, he struggled with all the strength he had left to say his last words.
"Master, Master …" Ling Xiner's voice sounded like a cuckoo crying blood, which made people cry.
"Yuan Zizhen, you …" Yuan Xinqiu saw Yuan Zhixia swallow his last breath in front of him. He was so angry that he directly called Yuan Zizhen's name.
Yuan Zizhen was still regretting that he had hit him too hard. When he heard Yuan Xinqiu's cry, he suddenly became angry. "Bastard, bastard, do you really want to die?"
"If the Yuan Clan is destroyed because of you, all of us will die a horrible death!" Yuan Xinqiu simply let go of all his scruples.
"Good, good, good!" Yuan Zizhen was so angry that he laughed and said, "Since you really want to die, I will fulfill your wish. You are not a disciple of the Yuan Clan."
After that, he directly slapped over.
At this time, a disciple of the courtyard ran over in a panic.
"Reporting … Reporting … White … White …"
Boom!
After a thunder, heavy rain poured down.
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