Yang Xuan''s goal was ice palace in Northern Xinjiang, but he did not rush to northern Xinjiang at first time.
When the voice of the yellow spring prayer from the yellow spring gate entered Yang Xuan''s mind, his whole person instantly changed from high-speed movement to complete stillness.
"Yuan Zizhen captured Li queer and Meng Qingqing. Li queer was injured and Meng Qingqing died!"
The voice echoed in Yang Xuan''s mind, like a knife, cutting back and forth.
A gray breath emanated from him, like a gray fog, but full of gloom and Xiao Sha.
In the sky, dark clouds pressed down, and people''s hearts became numb.
When the woman named Qingqing in green clothes couldn''t stop flashing in front of him, Yang Xuan didn''t say anything, not even a tear left.
He just turned around and flew towards the yuan family.
Not fast, not slow.
The wind blows and the green bamboo hangs low.
This day is the seventh day of April.
The Yellow calendar says: don''t use it for major events on the death day of Yang Gong.
Yuan family!
The dark clouds hung low, and the ink like clouds were almost within reach.
Heavy rain is coming.
Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan zhixia looked at the body in front of them and the little girl in red with blood on her mouth and pale face, but she still had a stubborn face, and her brain was blank.
They know it''s a big deal.
The very big one.
When Yuan Zizhen threw the body and the little girl in red in front of them, to tell the truth, they didn''t take it to heart.
But when the little girl in red held a long flame knife in her left hand and released countless red birds in her right hand, they were shocked and could hardly speak.
There is no semicolon in the world, but only one family.
Xianmen, Baiqi!
"Miss Li, this... This is a misunderstanding!" yuan zhixia tried to make the final rescue, but even he knew how powerless it was.
The stubborn little girl did not speak. She answered yuan zhixia with only one look, which was full of hatred that could not be washed away by dumping all the water of the three rivers.
Those eyes, red, like blood.
Under the red, there is a deeper level of sadness.
The stars could not hide the sadness in her eyes.
Qingqing is dead.
Whenever these four words echoed back and forth in her brain, she felt her head buzzing, as if it had burst.
"I, Li queer, hereby swear that in this life, I will kill all the people surnamed yuan, so that no one in the world has the surname yuan. If I violate this oath, heaven and man will be killed!"
It was getting darker and rain seemed to have appeared in the air.
But with a faint smell of blood.
When the little bird said this, the expression under the tears on her face was very light, as if she were describing a very ordinary thing.
Yuan zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu turned whiter when they heard the oath.
Somehow, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly felt that, in a trance, the woman standing in front of him was not a woman in red, but... A demon God in white but stained with countless blood.
The little girl is not terrible, and the flame long knife in her hand is not terrible, but what is terrible is the people represented by the flame, especially when they learned that the girl who had been killed by Yuan Zizhen was actually a Baiqi disciple.
"Zhixia, stop talking!" Yuan Xinqiu''s face turned white, but his eyes twinkled with the decision: "the big mistake has become, it''s too late to repent. Now the hatred between the yuan family and Baiqi can''t be dissolved, and only the destruction of one side can be the final end."
Yuan zhixia sighed. Yuan Xinqiu said, how can he not know? If yuan Zi really killed someone else, it''s OK to say, but he shouldn''t, shouldn''t, but he killed Yang Xuan''s disciple. With the temperament of a demon God, the hatred in this is doomed to be irresolvable.
Since it is doomed to be irresolvable, it can only end with the destruction of one party.
"Let''s go and see our ancestors!" Yuan Xinqiu said in a deep voice. His expression was dignified. It seemed that even the air sank a little.
When Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan zhixia brothers saw yuan Zizhen, Yuan Zizhen held a white jade tea bowl and gently blew away the tea floating on the water, looking at ease.
"Lao Zu, I need an explanation!" Yuan Xinqiu said in a deep voice with a dignified face and genuine discontent in his eyes.
"Hum, what explanation, what do I need to explain to you?" Yuan Zizhen heavily put the white jade in his hand on the table, and the light green tea sprinkled all over the table.
"Lao Zu, the two people you killed and captured are Bai Qi''s disciples. Don''t you know?" Yuan Xinqiu''s words were very impolite.
"Oh, new autumn, you are more and more bold." Yuan Zizhen''s face showed an angry look. He suddenly patted the table, and the marble table split into pieces: "when did you dare to question me?"
"Lao Zu, if you act for nothing, you will always repay your kindness. Killing his disciple has brought terrible disaster to our yuan family." yuan zhixia couldn''t help saying.
"Hum, if you allow him to kill my yuan family disciple for nothing, don''t you allow me to kill his Xianmen disciple? Where does this truth come from in the world?" Yuan Zizhen said coldly: "I just want him to know that my yuan family disciple is not so easy to kill."
"Lao Zu, if he knew that his disciples were killed, he would come to the door. At that time, I yuan''s family..."
"Since the fall of the God of martial arts, why did my yuan family ever fear anyone? In those days, the yuan family was prosperous and brilliant. Have you forgotten?" Yuan Zizhen said coldly: "the yuan family has a younger generation like you, which shames our ancestors. Yuan Xinqiu, I don''t want to be the owner of your family."
"But my yuan family has long lost its former glory." Yuan Xinqiu argued.
"I just want the yuan family to restore their former glory!" Yuan Zizhen shook the sky.
Yuan Xinqiu was silent, and the Hall fell into silence.
After a long time, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly smiled, but crystal appeared in the corners of his eyes.
"The yuan family will die because of you! The yuan family will die because of you!" he screamed and burst into tears.
"Bastard!" Yuan Zizhen was really angry. He suddenly stood up, waved his long sleeve, and hit yuan Xinqiu''s chest with an unparalleled force.
"Be careful!" yuan zhixia didn''t expect yuan Zizhen to suddenly start. He didn''t have time to think about it. He made a mistake and directly blocked yuan Xinqiu''s body.
Boom!
Yuan zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu flew upside down, broke the wall, and fell into the yard, spilling blood into the sky.
"Master!" a delicate cry sounded, and Lingxin fell on yuan zhixia.
Yuan Xinqiu, who fell to one side, quickly climbed up from the ground and rushed to yuan zhixia.
The power of true God''s attack is more than Wanjun. Even if yuan Zizhen has recovered 90% of his power, the remaining power is not what yuan zhixia can resist.
At this time, yuan zhixia''s chest was directly punctured, so he had more air out and less air in.
"Go... Go... Leave... Leave yuan... Home..." he looked at lingxin''er, struggled, exhausted all his strength and left his last words.
"Shifu, Shifu..." the voice of cuckoo crying blood sounded, which made people cry.
"Yuan Zizhen, you..." Yuan Xinqiu looked at yuan zhixia and swallowed the last breath in front of him. He was angry and called Yuan Zizhen''s name.
Yuan Zizhen was still regretting that he was a little heavy. When he heard yuan Xinqiu''s cry, he was angry: "bastard, bastard, do you really want to die?"
"If the yuan family dies because of you, each of us will die!" Yuan Xinqiu simply let go of all his scruples.
"Good, good!" Yuan Zizhen laughed angrily and said three good things: "since you really want to die, I will help you. I have the right to be a disciple of my yuan family without you."
Then he photographed it directly.
At this time, a courtyard disciple ran over in panic.
"Newspaper... Newspaper... White... White."
Boom!
After a thunderbolt, the rain poured down.