Mu Qing murmured, "How could this happen? How could there be so many...???"

I've never heard of anyone using magic power to burst the curse shackles? !

Hua Cheng pulled up Xie Lian who was sitting on the ground and said, "Brother, try fighting again!"

Just then, Jun Wu swung his sword at him, and Xie Lian subconsciously raised his hand to flick it. With a clang, Zhu Xin was almost flicked away by him!

This attack is completely different from the previous one!

Xie Lian looked at his hands, feeling slightly dazed. He hadn’t felt this way for hundreds of years, and had almost forgotten it. This was who he was.

He was so strong that he couldn't control his own strength. Every step he took shook the earth and mountains. One step could take you a thousand miles, one step could take you to heaven!

He clenched his five fingers and punched Jun Wu in the face!

After the battle, Jun Wu's face was always clean. This successful attack finally caused a little blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off with his thumb and looked at the blood.

The next moment, he flicked his hand and threw Zhu Xin aside.

It looked like he was going to have a fistfight with Xie Lian!

Xie Lian threw another punch, but Jun Wu caught it and twisted it back. With a sharp pain, Xie Lian's arm snapped. But he immediately caught it with two snaps, and then Jun Wu blocked his next punch. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xie Lian wanted to win back the heart that Jun Wu had just abandoned. Jun Wu naturally expected this move and blocked his way.

But he forgot that there were two people behind him, Feng Xin and Mu Qing. Although both of them were half-crippled, they were sneaky and wanted to pull out the Fang Xin Sword. Their movements were extremely slight, but Jun Wu seemed to have eyes behind him, and he slapped them with his backhand. The bridge under their feet broke, and they fell into the lava river together!

At the critical moment, a hand grabbed Feng Xin's boots. Feng Xin grabbed Mu Qing's boots. He looked up again and said, "Fuck! It's really fucked! Imperial Master, please don't let go!"

It was the Imperial Master who held them back. Veins popped out of his forehead: "You know I'm an old man! So hurry up and climb up!"

Although the bridge was knocked down by Jun Wu, Xie Lian raised his hand and held it up in the air. He wanted to go up again, but Jun Wu didn't give him the time. The three of them were less than two or three feet away from the roiling magma. The sound of bubbles rolling could be heard by the naked ear. Mu Qing was hanging at the bottom, head down and feet up, in a horrifying posture. If he wasn't careful, he would be washed by the magma. He was burned red as charcoal and said, "Hurry up and pull me up!"

Unexpectedly, after pulling for only a few times, he shouted again: "Wait! Don't pull me up!"

The national teacher said angrily: "What do you want?"

Feng Xin said: "Are you serious? Okay, then I'll let go!"

Mu Qing cursed, "Fuck you, if you really let go, try it. Look below! Look at the sword!"

Several people looked in the direction of his finger. They saw a black jade sword stuck in the center of the long river of magma, slowly sinking below them. It was the heart that they were trying to steal just now, but was shaken down by Jun Wu!

Mu Qing stretched his arms wildly towards the hilt, as if he wanted to turn into a gibbon, but he couldn't reach it. He said, "Put me down a little more, I'm almost there!!"

The veins on the Imperial Master's forehead bulged even more: "You two young men, I'm an old man, don't go too far!"

As he said this, he lowered his boots, and Mu Qing's face got closer to the lava river. His hair slipped down, and the ends of his hair caught fire. Feng Xin said, "Fuck, your hair is on fire!!! It's going to burn!!!"

Fortunately, Mu Qing finally drew his sword. He slapped the flames on his hair with one hand and threw it at Xie Lian with the other hand, splashing magma. “Xie Lian, take it!”

Xie Lian raised his hand and grasped Fang Xin’s sword hilt!

The national teacher had reached his limit and said, "I can't bear it any longer. Come up here!"

Feng Xin saw that the Imperial Master was trembling. He realized that the situation was not good, so he threw Mu Qing up and said, "I told you not to dawdle and procrastinate!"

Mu Qing was thrown up by him and was about to explode in rage when suddenly dozens of lava ghosts jumped out from the fire pool below!

Those vengeful spirits jumped up like fish out of water and grabbed Feng Xin's chest. If it weren't for the spiritual light protecting him, Feng Xin would have been burned through. They were previously frightened by Feng Xin's arrows, and they held a grudge against him. They secretly lurked in the magma and followed him here, waiting for an opportunity to pull him down. Caught off guard, the Imperial Master was also pulled forward by the sudden increase in weight on his hands and slid down. This time, it was Mu Qing's turn to grab the Imperial Master's boots at the end.

Feng Xin was already injured, and there were a few arrows stuck in his body that he forgot to remove. He fought with those evil spirits with his bare hands, and was worried that the people above him would not be able to hold him back if he fought too hard, so he let go, which made him very passive. The lava evil spirits below gathered more and more, piling up on him, as if they were playing tug-of-war with the national teacher Mu Qing. The strength of both sides should not be underestimated. If this continued, Feng Xin might be torn in half!

Feng Xin shouted, "Can you please give me a quick death?"

Mu Qing said, "Shut up!" Suddenly, he felt his hands suddenly lighten, and those evil spirits seemed to have finally let go. He quickly took the opportunity to pull the two men up.

After coming up, Feng Xin took a few deep breaths in shock. The screams and roars of the vengeful spirits could be heard from below. When they looked down, Mu Qing and the Imperial Master said, "Feng Xin, it's your son!"

“…”

Sure enough, among the red lava ghosts, a white thing was jumping around and biting them madly.

Those lava ghosts were at least 2,000 years old, and they were in groups. How could they be afraid of a little ghost that was not even a baby ghost? They grabbed and bit it, and the body of the baby ghost, which was originally white, was burned and bloody, with red patches all over it, and it was howling, but the howling did not make people feel sorry for it at all, but only terrified. Feng Xin exploded.

He flew into a rage and said, "Stop with your rotten faces. A group of adults are bullying a child!!! Wrong, wrong, come here!"

The fetal spirit was no match for so many evil spirits, and had already begun to feel timid. When it heard someone was going to help it, it let out a strange cry and jumped onto Feng Xin's shoulder. Feng Xin took off his longbow, yanked the arrow off his chest, and fired a string of arrows, causing the Flame River to churn. The fetal spirit kept jumping and screaming on his shoulder, as if it was gloating over the misfortune. Over there, Xie Lian was finally relieved to see that they had escaped danger, and was about to concentrate on dealing with Jun Wu, but suddenly his chest felt tight.

Jun Wu locked him from behind and said, "Didn't I tell you where you learned your skills? I know all your moves like the back of my hand!"

If Xie Lian couldn’t break free from this lock, he would be trapped to death. However, all the ways he could think of to break free, Jun Wu could definitely think of them too!

At this time, he heard Hua Cheng say: "Brother, don't be afraid! You must have a trick that he doesn't know, a trick that only you can use and he can't use!"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xie Lian’s mind.

Does he have it?

He does!

Since you can't break free, then don't break free!

He turned around in Jun Wu's arms, facing the enemy, and locked Jun Wu, saying word by word: "You definitely don't know how to use this trick!"

He grabbed Jun Wu and slammed both of their bodies into the extremely solid rock wall!

He used all his strength in this impact, and amid the rumbling sound of rock collapse, he also heard the sound of something shattering.

That came from Jun Wu.

His white armor was completely shattered!

At the same time, Jun Wu let him go and said angrily: "Get out! Get out!!!"

Xie Lian looked up, and his hair stood on end. What caught his eye and drove Jun Wu crazy was a face.

Those three faces appeared again!

Xie Lian raised his sword again and pierced Jun Wu’s heart with it, pinning him to the rock wall!

Blood flowed out of Jun Wu's mouth.

Xie Lian's sword penetrated the most mana he could, and it exploded the moment it pierced Jun Wu. No matter how strong his self-healing ability was, it couldn't be repaired!

The mountain collapsed.

Jun Wu was originally nailed to the rock wall, but after the rock collapsed, he ended up lying on the ground.

But he hadn't given up yet. He grasped the hilt of the Fangxin Sword with his backhand, as if he wanted to write on the blade. That was naturally a spell, and he had to stop it. But as soon as Xie Lian raised his hand, the Imperial Master ran over and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Forget it, forget it!"

Xie Lian stopped, not knowing who he was calling out to or who he was letting go of. Jun Wu coughed up another mouthful of blood and angrily said, “Get out of my way!”

The Imperial Master knelt beside him and said to him, "Your Highness, forget it! Really forget it. There is no point in continuing the battle."

Jun Wu said: "What do you know?! Get out of here!"

The Imperial Master said, "I don't understand. Over the years, you have been a god and a ghost king. You have killed those who should be killed and got what you wanted. Why are you doing this? What do you want? What do you want to prove?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Wu's face flashed with confusion for a moment.

But he didn't remain in a daze for long. He suddenly grabbed the Imperial Master's throat and said angrily, "Don't teach me a lesson! You are not qualified to teach me! No one is qualified to teach me!"

At the moment, Jun Wu was not strong enough, so this stranglehold was not difficult to break. Xie Lian was about to rescue him, but the Imperial Master waved his hand to tell him not to move, and continued, “Your Highness.”

Jun Wu looked at him coldly, but still didn't put his hand down.

Even though he was not strong enough now, it would be easy to break the Imperial Master's neck, which was very dangerous. But the Imperial Master let him strangle him like this and said, "I teach Your Highness the Crown Prince not to teach you who has not taken the wrong path, and then use him to humiliate you. He is him, you are you, you are different people, and it is normal to have different paths. I said it before, but you didn't believe it, so what about now?"

Jun Wu stared at him without saying a word.

The Imperial Master said, “I just really miss His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the former Wuyong Kingdom, all of us, and the days before we ascended.”

“…”

The Imperial Master continued, "After so many years, Your Highness, I feel very tired just by looking at you. How about you? Are you really not tired?"

As the number one martial god in the Three Realms, Jun Wu's face and demeanor were always perfect and spotless. At this moment, with all the halos gone, Xie Lian realized that even without the three human-faced plagues, his complexion was still too pale.

His features were too cold and hard, and there was a slight darkness under his eye sockets, making him look gloomy and not at all as gentle as he appeared to be when surrounded by the halo.

But now, he looked alive, even though he was also listless.

The Imperial Master said, "Your Highness, you have already been defeated. Give yourself a chance to be free."

“…”

Jun Wu was a little confused and asked, "Did I lose?"

The overly powerful fluctuations of magical power shattered the dome of the cave, and faint sunlight poured down from above.

It seemed as if raindrops were falling from the sky. Jun Wu was lying on the ground, while Xie Lian was standing, looking down at him from above. He could actually see a trace of relief in his expression.

He couldn't help but wonder, maybe being defeated by someone and ending this divisive and crazy day after day was Jun Wu's deepest wish.

After a while, Jun Wu suddenly asked, "What is that move called?"

“…”

Xie Lian raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from his face, and said, “My chest is broken into pieces.”

Jun Wu was stunned, as if he had thought of something, smiled, sighed, closed his eyes, and said, "Beautiful."

He didn't say another word, but everyone could see the exhaustion on his face that could no longer be concealed.

Xie Lian finally moved his hand down from the hilt of the Fang Xin sword. He had no idea what to do next, so he looked towards Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng was still standing there, on the only section of the Tongtian Bridge that hadn't collapsed, with his hands behind his back, waiting for him for a long time. When he turned around, he met his gaze and smiled.

The Imperial Master sat next to the motionless Jun Wu and said, "Your Highness, please go."

He showed no intention of getting up, so Xie Lian asked, “Master, aren’t you leaving?”

The Imperial Master shook his head and said, "I'll accompany His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. After all, I didn't accompany him before."

The rain was getting heavier, washing Jun Wu's closed face, as well as the blood and vitality flowing from his wounds.

As Xie Lian continued to charge, he felt that the three faces on his face seemed to have gradually faded. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat on his back, dropped his hand, and covered Jun Wu's face with it.

The curse shackle on Mu Qing's wrist had fallen off automatically, and he kicked it into the lava with a flying kick, and then he barely regained his cool and calm demeanor. The fetal spirit on Feng Xin's shoulder jumped down, crawled to Jun Wu's face with all four legs, and touched him carefully, which was completely different from the attitude when he stepped on Jun Wu's face, which made Feng Xin very angry.

Xie Lian didn’t care about anything else. With a bruised face and nose, he ran straight towards Hua Cheng, as if he had been reborn. In fact, he had indeed survived a catastrophe. He threw himself on him and said, “San Lang!”

Hua Cheng extended his hand to Xie Lian, who immediately pushed him back a step. He put his arms around him and said with a smile, "Brother, see, I told you that you will definitely win, right?" He lifted his face up, took a closer look, and sighed, "You've made yourself look like this again."

Where his fingertips touched, a small silver butterfly fluttered past, and the scar faded. Xie Lian also smiled and said, "I won't do that next time!"

Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "There won't be a next time."

After a pause, Xie Lian suppressed his smile and said seriously, “Sanlang, before in Tonglu Mountain, I said that I had something to tell you after we get out. Do you remember?”

Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Of course I remember. I remember every word my brother said."

Xie Lian lowered his head, and after a moment, he finally mustered up the courage to speak frankly, “The few words that Jun Wu revealed just now were also related to this matter. To be honest, I should have told you a long time ago, but I couldn’t make up my mind, and I was afraid that you would know…”

Hua Cheng said: "You're afraid that I'll know and Your Highness almost became a white-robed disaster, right?"

“…”

Xie Lian was stunned: “You…?”

Hua Cheng did not answer directly, but knelt on one knee in front of him, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "How is it? Brother, do you remember it now?"

How could I not remember?

At that time, the nameless ghost often knelt on one knee in front of him like this!

That pale smiling face overlapped with Hua Cheng's current smiling face for a moment. Xie Lian's heart trembled, his legs softened, and he sat directly in front of him, muttering: "... Sanlang... Yes, it's you!"

Hua Cheng laughed, and remained kneeling on one knee, staring at him with his only remaining eye, and said, "Your Highness, I've been watching you."

Xie Lian could only say one word: “You…you…”

He finally understood the meaning of many of the things Hua Cheng had said to him in the past seemingly unintentionally.

I see. He never thought that Wuming was Huacheng!

He knows it all. He sees it all. He is always there!

Suddenly, a myriad of emotions and words came flooding into my heart: gratitude, shame, grief, ecstasy, and even deeper, hopeless love.

Xie Lian’s chest was so bulging that it was about to explode. He couldn’t utter a single word, so he could only pounce forward and yell, “San Lang!”

It seemed like he only knew how to say this word, and he called out again: "Sanlang!"

Hua Cheng was knocked down by him, and sat on the ground with him, hugging Xie Lian and laughing. The original fear and worry were swept away, and Xie Lian hugged his neck tightly, laughing and wanting to cry.

But before the tears fell, he suddenly discovered something very bad.

Although Hua Cheng is a ghost, his body has always been almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

However, the bright red dress of Huacheng, who was now being hugged by him, seemed slightly transparent.