Yan Shouyi unceremoniously exposed Jiang Wuya's hypocritical mask.

How can there be any sympathy for someone who can even sacrifice his wife and daughter?

Taking a step back, Jiang Wuya had no choice a thousand years ago, but would he still attack Yu Luming a thousand years later?

The so-called relatives, in Jiang Wuya's eyes, are nothing more than stepping stones to the supreme throne and can be sacrificed at any time.

The reason why Jiang Wuya comes to Zhenguo Shrine year after year to repent is not because of regret!

　"Wait a minute..."

　Yan Shouyi seemed to have noticed some details.

Since Jiang Wuya didn’t come to the Zhenguo Shrine to repent, then why did he come here?

Unless...

Unless there is something in the Zhenguo Shrine that Jiang Wuya cares about, wouldn't he feel at ease if he didn't come over to take a look in person?

Could it be...

Yan Shou moved his eyes upward and looked at the Zhenguo Sword in the Zhenguo Shrine.

Before Jiang Wuya’s death, his wife cursed Jiang Wuya, saying that the Zhenguo Sword would become the only unique weapon that could kill Jiang Wuya.

Could it be that Jiang Wuya came to see Zhenguo Sword? !

He was afraid that I would take away the Zhenguo Sword, so he was worried and came to check?

Thinking of this, Yan Shouyi's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Jiang Wuya also noticed Yan Shouyi’s slight expression, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The two looked at each other in silence.

The next second, Yan Shouyi ran towards the Zhenguo Shrine, and at the same time shouted to Long Feicheng in his heart:

"Xiaolong, the Zhenguo Sword is the only one The weapon that can kill Jiang Wuya, come with me and grab it!!"

"Huh? Huh? Nani?"

Long Feicheng doesn't have it yet After reacting, Yan Shouyi had already rushed into the Zhenguo Shrine with his Zanpakutō.

At the same time, Jiang Wuya also showed a look of panic.

He stepped on the ground and directly used the Qimen Dunjia technique to summon all the neatly laid bluestone slabs on the ground, and spliced ​​them piece by piece around the Zhenguo Shrine to form an airtight structure. Bunker!

Yan Shouyi was blocked from the outside. Although he frowned, his eyes revealed hope.

“I understand, I understand!”

“What Jiang Wuya wants is not immortality at all. The method of immortality is easy for him. What he is really afraid of is is the townGuo Jian, he wants to escape the curse that he will be killed by Zhen Guo Sword! ! "

"So he turned himself into a corpse puppet and tried every means to get rid of me, because he was worried that he would be killed by me one day! ! "

Only then did Long Feicheng finally understand what Yan Shouyi meant.

He said excitedly: "So, as long as we get the Zhenguo Sword, we can Kill Jiang Wuya? ”

“It must be possible! ”

Yan Shouyi stared at the Zhenguo Shrine with burning eyes. Although the Zhenguo Shrine is now strictly guarded by Jiang Wuya, the Zhenguo Sword is already a turtle in the urn, and it is not difficult to get it!< br />
The Zhenguo Sword only recognizes General Qing Jiang. Yan Shouyi is the reincarnation of General Qing Jiang, so he can definitely pick it up; but Jiang Wuya cannot, so he can only stick to the Zhenguo Shrine. Give Yan Shouyi a chance to get the Zhenguo Sword!

“Jiang Wuya, your death has come! ! ”

Yan Shouyi laughed a few times and slashed directly on the bluestone with his Zanpakutō!

He directly released all the evil energy in his body and used his Zanpakutō. The seal was also lifted, and the terrifying evil spirit almost swallowed up the entire general's mansion.

At this time, it was already a matter of life and death, and Yan Shouyi no longer needed to limit his strength!

"Damn General Qingjiang! ! ”

In the Zhenguo Shrine, Jiang Wuya looked at the slightly trembling Zhenguo Sword, feeling extremely frightened.

He underestimated Yan Shouyi’s IQ. He didn’t expect that Yan Shouyi will find out the clues and find his weakness so quickly.

The Zhenguo Sword seems to sense the presence of Yan Shouyi and wants to break free.

However, Jiang Wuya would not let it go.

He waved his hand, and the floor inside the Zhenguo Shrine suddenly shattered, and countless aerial roots emerged from the ground, wrapping around the broken sculptures like pythons, killing Zhenguo. The sword suppressed it tightly.

The Zhenguo Sword has been sealed for many years, and its power has been weakened. It is no match for the sacred tree.

Jiang Wuya looked up again The ceiling said with a serious expression:

"Yan Shouyi, if you dare to come to Daqing Mountain, don't even think about leaving alive! ”

Outside the Zhenguo Shrine, Yan Shouyi was frantically attacking the bluestone fortress.

Suddenly, the ground cracked, and more than a dozen aerial roots thicker than a water tank appeared. He got out and slapped Yan Shouyi hard!

Yan Shouyi snorted coldly. When he saw the aerial root coming towards him, he slashed out with his knife, instantly cutting off the aerial root.
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The breath that was cut offThe roots fell to the ground, causing those thousand-year-old ruins to collapse instantly, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

However, countless wailing sounds could be heard in the smoke and dust.

Yan Shouyi lowered his head and took a closer look, and found that the severed aerial roots had turned into imprisoned souls.

These souls wear clothes that obviously do not belong to this era. Most of them are the people of Qingjiang Kingdom thousands of years ago!

"Jiang Wuya dedicated the souls of the people to the sacred tree, and they were transformed into aerial roots by the sacred tree. Those souls were imprisoned with the sacred tree for thousands of years?!"

Yan Shouyi's face was gloomy. He felt that his title as the God of Killing was just in vain. The real God of Killing was Jiang Wuya!

Before he could think more, other aerial roots were waving towards Yan Shouyi. What was strange was that countless twisted and painful faces appeared on those aerial roots, as well as pairs of pale hands. He stretched out hard, trying to catch Yan Shouyi and pray for his help.

"Cutting off the aerial roots may also cause these innocent souls to fly away..."

For a while, Yan Shouyi was entangled. He didn't want to implicate the innocent.

It’s just that the aerial roots don’t care about Yan Shouyi that much. One of the aerial roots whipped Yan Shouyi from an unexpected angle. Yan Shouyi was hit from the front and his whole body was embedded in the ground.

What made him feel even more painful was that the moment the aerial roots attacked him, it seemed as if a piece of his soul was torn away.

　"Brother Yan, fight back!" Long Feicheng gritted his teeth and said, "I can't control that much now!"

　"There must be a solution..."

Yan Shouyi struggled to climb out of the pit, summoned Sanyuan to come over, and flew him into the air, temporarily out of the attack range of the aerial roots.

But at this moment, the aerial roots suddenly trembled together, then fell limply to the ground, and slowly retracted into the earth.

"This..."

Yan Shouyi, who was ready for a hard fight, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.

How come someone who is so good becomes impotent?

"It seems that this sacred tree is not doing well either!" Long Feicheng did not miss any opportunity to ridicule, "If I were still alive, I would have lasted longer than it when I was ninety years old. "Long time!"

If the sacred tree could hear Long Feicheng's words, he would probably be so angry that he would tremble a few more times.

Jiang Wuya at the Zhenguo Shrine also reacted at a loss to the sacred tree.

But he soon thought of the cause of the problem:

"The sacred tree itself has been harmed?!"