Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

After searching for dozens of minutes, he had rummaged through the entire Holy Tomb from head to toe, but he still found nothing.

Bai Qiushan was walking when his feet suddenly went weak and he fell down with a "pop".

His face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of confusion, as if he didn't know what to do.

After a thousand years of waiting and planning, what I got in the end was just a lie from beginning to end.

There is no secret to becoming a transcendent, there is just a dry corpse in a coffin and some dispensable burial objects.

"I have been deceived by this lie for a thousand years."

Bai Qiushan said mockingly to himself, with a hint of sadness and anger in his tone, but he also seemed so powerless.

At this time, Xia Yun walked over slowly.

Looking at Bai Qiushan lying on the ground, there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"What, do you want to laugh at me?"

Bai Qiushan looked at Xia Yun, as if he had already made all preparations, waiting for the other party's cynicism.

"Laughing at you? What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at you for ruining everything for me because of this false lie?"

Listening to what Xia Yun said, there was no color in Bai Qiushan's eyes when he looked at Xia Yun, as if he didn't seem to care about it at all.

For a thousand years, Bai Qiushan used the trust of the Wuming royal family to harm the Wuming royal family.

In order to obtain heirs with sufficient blood concentration as soon as possible, they killed Xia Yun's parents and fed Xia Yun and others with their blood.

After that, Xia Yun, who had the highest bloodline concentration, was selected, and then all the other heirs were killed, and they were refined into elixirs using the methods of the Demon Cult, and forced Xia Yun to eat them to forcibly increase Xia Yun's bloodline concentration.

Xia Yun felt extremely disgusted every time she thought of all these unscrupulous things.

Drinking the blood of her parents and eating the flesh of her brothers made her feel like she was living in this world like a monster.

She stared at Bai Qiushan angrily, but didn't say a word.

When Bai Qiushan saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh.

"If you want to kill me, then go ahead. I don't care anymore anyway."

Bai Qiushan said, taking off his long sword from his waist and throwing it on the ground.

But what Xia Yun wanted to do was not just kill him.

She wants to hear Bai Qiushan's confession, she wants to see Bai Qiushan apologize for all the mistakes he has made, even if it is too late, even if Xia Yun's mind is very clear, after Bai Qiushan did this, she

Will kill Bai Qiushan.

But Xia Yun just wanted to see Bai Qiushan repent and apologize for everything he had done, even if it was just to say sorry.

"Aren't you even half ashamed?" Xia Yun asked,

Hearing this, Bai Qiushan couldn't help but laugh.

"In order to pursue the great road, I will do whatever it takes. What's wrong with me?"

Hearing these words, Xia Yun's tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

In the past thousand years, several generations of the Wuming royal family have changed, countless people have died because of Bai Qiushan, and countless people have been tortured because of Bai Qiushan!

But Bai Qiushan didn't have any regrets about all of this, and seemed to think that all of this was so normal.

It seemed that in Bai Qiushan's eyes, those people were not considered human beings.

In the Wuming royal family, hundreds of people were tortured to death, refined into elixirs, and used as experimental subjects.

But in Bai Qiushan's view, this is nothing.

That kind of indescribable sadness penetrated into Xia Yun's heart, mixed with the anger deep in her heart.

The long sword on the ground suddenly flew out of the scabbard and fell into Xia Yun's hand. The next second, the tip of the sword was already pointed at Bai Qiushan.