Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

It wasn't until the signal of suffocation came into his mind that King Yuchang fully understood the other party's intentions.

He struggled to raise his head and glared at his former ally: "Xia Qiyuan, you—how dare you betray me—"

Xia Qiyuan looked down at him from a height, and said calmly: "How come, I will fulfill my promise, retrieve Jiuding, and achieve peace and long-term governance for you, but you can't see it with your own eyes."

The face of the leader of Chongming Sect still has a smile on his face. After being resurrected from the dead, his face has become haggard and pale, and the smile is reflected on his cheeks that lack blood, like a mask, which looks extraordinarily indifferent and false. .

King Chang suddenly realized that Xia Qiyuan seemed to have always been so indifferent, and it was himself who was really enthusiastic.Nine years ago, he urged the demon sect to send assassins to kill his elder brother, and then non-stop implemented the order of banning martial arts in the world, killing Yushan people as an example to everyone.Nine years later, he teamed up with Bai Yunfeng to set up a conspiracy to deceive Si Yutong, forcing the rebels who protected her into rebels, and tricking her into the deep underground in order to open the door to the altar.

He tried his best, but ended up like this. In the increasingly blurred vision, Xia Qiyuan's face was distorted into a mirror, reflecting his own evil, so that he could see clearly.

It turned out that his evil was so ugly and ferocious.

His wish was to become the king of a country, which was justified. For this reason, he accepted Xia Qiyuan's willingness to make an alliance with the Demon Cult, just like what his elder brother had concluded with Wulin Zhengdao back then.

However, he miscalculated.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I really, underestimated...you..."

Xia Qiyuan just shook his head: "Fortunately, I didn't overestimate you."

That was the last word he heard.

Afterwards, his ears were bloodshot, and he could only let out a long mournful roar from his throat.

The vines protruding from the white jade platform had already entangled him tightly, and a cloud of black mist penetrated into his body against the skin, spreading along the limbs and bones, sucking his blood.

Bright red blood flowed from his seven orifices, and flowed into the grooves and lines of the stone platform, as if a ball of fire was burning in it.And he withered and withered as quickly as the flowers and leaves in late autumn.

Even Bai Xiuchuan couldn't help shivering, averted his eyes, and didn't dare to look any more.

The brocade robe on his body was shattered into countless pieces, the straight sideburns peeled off from the top of his head, his well-trained body turned into dry and rotten bark, his limbs were hung by vines, twisted at strange angles, and he completely lost his human form.

Even Di Dongqing couldn't help feeling sad.

Even though King Yuchang committed countless crimes and heinous crimes, he did not deserve such a humble and miserable death.

This unbearable death had trampled his human dignity to pieces, leaving no armor left.

The royal power of destiny is only mediocre.

Xia Qiyuan seemed to have sensed his thoughts, turned his head from the center of the turbulent black mist, but his eyes just swept over Di Dongqing, and then fell on the face of the person behind him, and said slowly: "Zhengqiu, this is to serve the gods." Even if you couldn't see the end of the Si clan, you should have heard about it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around.

The remnant body of King Chang slipped from the stone platform and scattered on the ground like a puddle of mud.

His blood remained on the white jade platform, and the blood dripped down the gully, followed by a muffled rumble.The stone platform sank downwards, and a gap was opened in the ground, revealing a section of descending steps, each step was hewn with white jade, and it glowed with a cold light.

Xia Qiyuan took a step forward and walked deeper along the steps.

"Stop—!" Shen Zhaoyun immediately stepped forward, trying to block Xia Qiyuan's way, but just as he took a step, the black mist under his feet rose up like a tide, making a rustling sound, and gathered in one place, condensing into a black cloud The black blade struck towards the top of his head.

"Mr. Shen, be careful!" Bai Xiuchuan immediately grabbed his shoulders and dragged him backwards.

He took a quick step back, and the blade formed by the black mist scraped off his toes, hitting a burst of sparks on the blue brick and stone ground.After he stood still, it spread out like a puff of smoke and merged into the original place.

The black mist shrouded the entrance of the stone steps, floating slowly, like countless pairs of eyes, overlooking the surrounding situation from all directions.

Bai Xiuchuan looked around and said, "Are the agencies here preventing us from passing?"

"It seems to be the case." Shen Zhaoyun frowned, "If we had many people, we could still manage to find a way out, but right now we are weak and weak, so it's not easy."

He turned his gaze to his companion beside him.

Di Dongqing also discovered the mystery of the black mist. He drew his sword several times and tried to cut a path, but failed and had to return to the original place.He frowned, turned around and said, "Master, Xia Qiyuan fled underground, what should we do...Master!"

He turned his head and saw that Lu Zhengqiu was no longer behind him.

His master left his shelter and stepped forward, half of his body has stepped into the black mist.

He immediately grabbed the other person's arm: "Don't go forward, there is danger ahead!"

However, something incredible happened.The impenetrable black mist touched Lu Zhengqiu's body, and spread out in groups, like flying insects avoiding flames, and they couldn't wait to escape from his side.

Where he walked, the lingering mist parted on both sides, making way for him, almost as if welcoming him.

The entire altar is made of Xi Yang, and his body has been possessed by Xi Yang. The black mist is almost like a part of his body, so naturally it will not stop him from moving forward.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his head slightly, with a strange look on his face, he didn't even realize that Dongqing was pulling his cuffs.

His empty eyes cast into the distance, as if looking at the distant scenery.

His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, suddenly lit up. However, what he saw was not the surrounding situation, but an ethereal picture scroll.

In the picture scroll, the sky is blue, surrounded by clouds and mist, the land is even more empty than now, and the sky is also farther away than now.

Between the sky and the earth, there stands a stretch of green hills. The five highest mountains are surrounded by one place, as if they have been cut by a knife blade. The broken rocks stand tall and there are deep valleys between them.

It's Hayama.

As high as the mountains are, so deep are the valleys.The bottom of the valley is a cold and desolate swamp, within a thousand miles, there is no one inhabited.

Except for a shadow.

It was a tall and thin figure from the back, dressed in black, his long hair was simply tied with a knot, and a few strands fell down, draped obliquely on his shoulders, blown by the cool wind from time to time.

In the secluded swamp, it was dark all year round, and he sat in the shade cast by the high mountain, holding a knife in his hand.

His knife is light and thin, let alone digging rocks, it may not even be able to cut the neck of a hare.

However, the tip of his knife is small and slender, which is just right for the carver.With his head down, he carved lifelike patterns on the ground around him.

He carves vegetation, flowers, birds, swimming fish, everything that can be seen in the mountains, and it takes him a lot of time to carve one piece.Once finished, he lost interest and let the wind and sand wipe away his work.

He was so bored that he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, day and year.

Until that day, a young man appeared behind him and asked, "Who are you?"