Xuanxia

Chapter 804 The last resort
Fu Qingzhou lay prone on the ground. The severe pain from his right hand seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. He was unable to concentrate at all and only the wind and rain from the sky could make him a little more awake.

But he managed to see it.

He saw King Xishuo's men and the masters of the aristocratic families arresting their people one by one.

Wherever the white mist-shaped finger pointed, no matter if they were the most ordinary and basic beginners or powerful Xuanxing warriors like Bai He, they all fell down one by one, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces, unable to resist.

He saw Jiang Baichuan stand up again, and the black blood flowing in his body gradually turned back to bright red. Then he nodded slightly to King Xishuo and walked towards Hua Wuying.

He saw Ning Wuwang leap onto the high platform, and walk side by side with Lan Xiyu, Yuan Zizheng and the other two towards the group of Cave Heaven Realm powerhouses.

He also saw many, many people.

Wu Changfeng lay flat on his back, tormented by the images in his mind and twitching constantly, with white foam coming out of his mouth.

Ning Wushu covered his head and fell to the ground miserably, a tear falling from the corner of his eye. He stretched out his hand towards his brother's back, revealing an extremely complicated expression of gnashing teeth.

Hua Xiaolan lay on her side on the ground, her eyes out of focus, her face facing Hua Wuying, not knowing whether she could still see her lover.

Yuan Zhen knelt on his knees, supported himself with his hands, and kept chanting scriptures, as if he could still fight against the purgatory scene in his mind, but it was useless... Soon someone hit him hard on the back of his head with a stick, knocking him unconscious.

Murong Xuan also knelt on the ground, but her eyes were fixed on the white mist figure. She seemed to be muttering something, until her eyes gradually lost their luster and she fell backwards.

Wu Yan's face was extremely calm. He felt no pain, but was overwhelmed by the scene, lost consciousness, and fell down like a wooden stake.

"Everyone."

King Xishuo stood on the high platform, with a white mist figure floating behind him. He spread his hands and said calmly like a king: "Don't kill people. They may be our brothers and sisters in the future. It's just that now, they don't understand and are still lost."

"Just like the Lord gave you a chance... give them a chance."

There was a chaotic and excited response from the crowd.

Ning Wuwang knocked Hong Zhi unconscious with a casual slap and ordered his men to drag him away.

Shen Chuke was originally from King Xishuo's camp. It seemed that he, like everyone else, had some means to be immune to "falling into the Styx". However, he was soon besieged by a group of people. Even though he brought a large number of thugs from the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, they were no match for them. Until he was taken away, he did not say another word, but just stared at Fu Qingzhou, like a failed gambler staring at his chips.

The secret envoys of Mingjian Pavilion, the imperial guards, and a group of disciples from other sects, including the disciples from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple, were all given special attention, tied up one by one, and carried away.

Fu Qingzhou coughed up blood in pain, his face slightly tilted to the ground.

Jiang Baichuan walked up to Hua Wuying, a look of pity on his face, shook his head, and opened and closed his mouth as if he was saying something.

But no matter what he said, the sword in his hand was already raised...

Hua Wuying was still in a coma, motionless, completely unaware that... he was about to die.

On the other side, Zhao Hao held the ceremonial sword, and after a moment of silence, he walked into the crowd and did something unknown. King Xishuo did not care about him.

At this moment, the German sword in Fu Qingzhou's hand suddenly trembled slightly.

Zhao Yuan's voice just floated in his ears.

Is it the sword realm?
Yes... Zhao Yuan also brought the sword of punishment this time.

"Brother Fu...I'm sorry."

"In this case, I have to leave."

"The emperor's uncle has rebelled. The capital will be in chaos. I must go back."

"If you can hold on, come to the capital to find me; if you can't hold on... I will definitely avenge you."

Fu Qingzhou smiled desperately.

He also saw that King Xishuo finally looked at him.

No… he was not looking at himself, he was looking at his right hand.

The right hand with shining curse marks and excruciating pain.

Is it the end? I have been struggling for so long, but still can't succeed?
He severely wounded Jiang Baichuan and Huijue, and exposed the true colors of King Xishuo and the family. Even so, there was still no solution? Just because of that... late emperor who died but couldn't die cleanly?
Yes... The Smoker had helped me in the same way before. When I was in a desperate situation, it turned into black smoke and flew out. The opponent at that time should have had the same idea as me now, right?

Now, I can't even protect it.

But it said at the beginning that it would find its body and resurrect it.

That time, I thought I was in a desperate situation. I was extremely angry and violent. I killed Huijue...

and many more?

Wisdom?

Fu Qingzhou's gaze fell on Huijue who was not far away.

The evil monk seemed to be at the end of his rope at this moment. He was shirtless, the golden color on his skin had begun to fade slowly, and his eyes had become dull.

"Hui Jue!"

Fu Qingzhou suddenly squeezed out the last bit of strength, and he ripped off the bitter sea lantern from his neck and shouted: "I will be your Buddhist son! Let me wake up!"

After hearing this shout, Huijue, who had just lowered his head and looked over here, suddenly raised his head and looked over here, with a gleam of light in his eyes!
"not good!"

King Xishuo was startled, and the figure in white mist behind him suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Fu Qingzhou.

But Fu Qingzhou was prepared. He raised his right hand, which was almost torn by pain, without hesitation and blocked his face.

The curse mark suddenly burst out with colorful black light, and even the white mist figure was slightly dispersed by the shock. It took several breaths to condense again, and King Xishuo also took two steps back.

At this moment, Huijue moved.

His skin shattered piece by piece, and then a figure covered in blood broke out of Huijue's original body, flew towards Fu Qingzhou, stretched out his finger, and touched Fu Qingzhou's forehead.

The golden light bloomed.

Jiang Baichuan, who was about to hand the sword to Hua Wuying's neck, was startled and turned around.

Ning Wuwang, who had just watched Hong Zhi and Ning Wushu being escorted away, turned his head.

Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, who were in charge of directing other finishing work on the scene, turned around.

Zhao Hao, who was pursing his lips in the crowd as if he wanted to do something, turned his head.

Everyone turned their heads.

"Mr. Jiang!"

King Xishuo shouted loudly.

Needless to say, Jiang Baichuan, who was closest to him, had already reacted. He let Hua Wuying go, turned into a sword light, and fiercely stabbed towards Fu Qingzhou!

Then, everyone in the audience heard a very crisp "ding" sound.

That was the sound of Fu Qingzhou raising his hand, pinching Jiang Baichuan's sword with two fingers, and actually breaking it.

Jiang Baichuan's pupils narrowed.

Fu Qingzhou jumped straight up from the ground and stood like a statue.

He clearly had the sword of virtue in his hand but he didn't use it. Instead, he chose to easily break the sword with two fingers.

But all this could not shock or shock Jiang Baichuan.

What caused his pupils to contract and his breathing to speed up were Fu Qingzhou's eyes.

The third eye opened on Fu Qingzhou's forehead.

His three eyes opened at the same time, with no pupils visible. The areas where the whites of the eyes should have been were filled with darkness - no, it was not completely dark, but was sprinkled with tiny dots of light, like the deep and boundless starry sky.

(End of this chapter)