The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 22 The Death of Princess Ling'an
At this juncture of life and death, his head was unusually clear, even though he gritted his teeth, he still let out a painful grunt.Then, he heard another cry of pain.He froze for a moment, did this even echo?Still an enhanced version.Then he realized that it wasn't his voice, it was a female voice.

He turned his head and saw not far away.At some point, a man in a bamboo hat stood beside Princess Ling An.The man inserted a scimitar into Princess Ling An's back, the point of the knife penetrated the smooth skin of her back, penetrated her body, and then came out from her chest.

Changsun Ji screamed "Princess." Then he turned around and rushed forward using the footwork of "Eight Directions Crossing".The drunkard assassin was also obviously shocked by the scene in front of him, watching Changsun Ji rushing, he forgot to reach out to stop him.

Princess Ling'an turned her head slowly and with difficulty, she knew that she would not survive, the wound on her chest was continuously draining her strength.

She didn't go to see who killed herself.Instead, she looked at the blood man who was struggling towards her, she smiled miserably, with blood foaming from her mouth, and said intermittently: "If, if...you and I could...could meet each other earlier, if you ...You and I didn't meet in this form...in this form...it's fine. If there is an afterlife, I will marry..."

Her eyes were a little blurry, she tried all her strength to raise her arms, but she could only clenched her hands tightly, as if they would run away from her hands as soon as she let go.

As for what is that?Maybe it was her own destiny!It could be her struggle too!However, apart from her, no one in this world would know about it, and the living would only think it was a handful of air.

Not far away, the alcoholic assassin was startled and froze there.But the man in the bamboo hat was not stopped, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he pierced the machete through Princess Ling'an's body, as if he was afraid that he would not penetrate, so he pushed the handle of the knife hard.

Immediately, he pulled out the machete, grabbed Princess Ling An's hair with one hand, and put the machete on Princess Ling An's neck with a clean cut.A small and beautiful head was separated from the body in an instant, and blood gushed out from the headless neck.

"No, you all deserve to die." Changsun Ji, who was covered in blood, screamed when he saw Princess Ling An's head separated.

However, the expression gave people a sense of weirdness. He was relieved first, as if he had relieved a heavy burden.But soon he was trembling all over, and his face was full of mourning and mourning.

There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and manifolds are mixed.

The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star.

Yu Ren said Hao Ran, Pei Hu Sai Cang Ming.

Huanglu as Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court.

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Changsun Ji's voice was full of weeping. He spoke very fast, but his mouth and teeth were clear, and he finished it in one go.The surrounding avenues appeared, and their voices were blessed and spread over the entire capital.

The sadness and indignation contained in the voice makes people unconsciously think of their own sadness. It can be said that the listener is sad and the hearer sheds tears.The civilians all over the city looked sad, with tears in their eyes.

Outside the city gate, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty who were welcoming the King of Chu all showed shock. They turned around and looked into the city, only to see that the sky above the capital had already been covered with dark clouds.Surprised voices came from all around: "Enlightenment hymn."

Besides, in the city.Once this poem is completed, the world will change color.Dark clouds rose suddenly, quickly covering the sun that was still burning with flames, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark clouds.

The street where Changsun Ji was located was no longer visible, and countless dense fogs were born out of thin air, and seemed to be sucked into the street quickly by some kind of strong suction.

Poets, counselors, and warriors use different ways of power, so their cultivation is naturally different.Warriors cultivate the lower dantian, while poets cultivate the upper dantian.Use the artistic conception of Taoism to open up the mud palace, and use it to brew spiritual power to move the general trend of the world.

At this time, Changsun Ji used this poem to open up the mud palace.The veins on his forehead were bulging, obviously he was enduring great pain, and now he was facing a predicament completely opposite to what he had when he broke through his lower dantian.He underestimated this Taoist poem too much, or he overestimated the endurance of his mud palace.

The power of the Dao condensed by the artistic conception contained in the Taoist poems broke through the gates of his mud palace like a rotten one, creating a mud palace, and then tyrannized inside like a wild horse without restraint.With the help of the little spiritual power he can master, Changsun Ji tightly restrained him, but he was like a small boat in the vast ocean, drifting up and down, and the boat would be destroyed at any time.

Sensing the continuous power of the great power around him, Changsun Ji's brain was spinning like never before. He knew that he had no way to digest this energy by himself. If he couldn't find the external force, he would definitely blow him up.

"External force?" Changsun Ji's eyes lit up.He seemed to think of something, but time was running out, and he didn't have time to think about anything else.With a firm heart, he controlled his mental power to let go of the suppression of the Dao power, pulled out from the Baihui acupoint, divided into two, and rushed towards the drunkard assassin and the bamboo hat man on both sides.

The two stood there motionless because they were caught in the artistic conception brought by the Taoist poems.He didn't make any resistance, and let Changsun Ji's mental power rush into his mind.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be able to see a strange phenomenon. Two visible white energy columns rushed out from Changsun Ji's Baihui acupoint, like two tentacles entangled the alcoholic assassin and the bamboo hat man respectively.

As time went on, the two of them also showed pain on their faces, and their heads continued to grow larger, like a balloon that was constantly being injected with air, and finally, with a bang, it burst open, red and white. , A brain scattered all over the place.

After the two died, Changsun Ji screamed as if he had been hurt.Then he fell to the ground.The white mist gathered from all around also slowly dissipated, showing the most authentic side of the scene to the world.

When Changsun Ji regained consciousness again, his first feeling was a headache, and the second feeling was still a headache.The memories before coma came one after another, he couldn't help frowning, and slowly sank his consciousness into the mud palace, and suddenly, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Although the mud palace at this time is not riddled with holes, it is still full of cracks.Just like a porcelain bottle glued together by pieces of porcelain, Changsun Ji carefully probed it, for fear that he would accidentally break it.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the surrounding environment, saw that it was a familiar room, and fell asleep again.

A month later, Changsun Ji was sitting at the table, writing something intently, after a while.He put down the brush in his hand, and blew on the ink on the paper. After it dried, he folded the note, walked to the bookshelf, took out one of the books, and sandwiched it inside.

Today, the gray kit provided him with another cheat, which is a sword technique.Let him be very happy.Finally, he can improve his weak combat effectiveness.He still has lingering fears when he thinks of the scene of being assassinated a month ago.

(End of this chapter)