Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years

"Oh, ancestor, that is Princess Xingyue(星月公主: Xingyue Princess)!"

"The thirteenth daughter of the late Emperor, the current Emperor's own sister."

Wen Lingyun's face was full of horror, and his voice was trembling and choking.

He didn't believe that his ancestor would not know the heavy weight behind these identities!

"If His Majesty knows about this, even if our Wen family has great abilities, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape the disaster of extermination, and there will be no place to bury us!"

Wen Lingyun collapsed on the cold ground, his face as pale as paper, without any blood.

He shivered and raised a hand, his index finger pointing straight at Wen Mochen, the fingertip trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Lingyun raised his head, staring at his ancestor Wen Fengyuan, and opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"Ancestor!"

"This evil creature's actions are simply driving our Wen family to a dead end, this is going to kill the entire family!"

Wen Lingyun's various actions at this moment are just the last struggle of a trapped beast.

Now that things have reached this point, everything has been settled.

No matter what the Wen family does, it is just futile, it is too late.

The Wen family, a family that was once prominent in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Now, it has completely embarked on a road of no return.

The Empress in Tiandu(天都: name of a place) is unpredictable, her methods are swift and resolute, and her temperament is decisive.

She has always severely punished those who offend the imperial majesty, so how could she easily forgive the Wen family's mistakes?

Even if the Wen family's ancestor was the Duke Rong bestowed by the late Emperor.

But in the face of this monstrous crime, this former glory is just a fleeting cloud, useless.

After all, Princess Xingyue was the late Emperor's most beloved thirteenth daughter, and the Empress's own sister.

Therefore, her status is extremely noble and cannot be profaned in the slightest.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, anyone who dares to harm Princess Xingyue, no matter who it is, will eventually die!

Wen Fengyuan slowly lowered his head, his muddy eyes with a hint of coldness.

He glanced at Wen Lingyun, who was sitting on the ground below, and Wen Mochen, who was standing aside, with indifference.

The next moment, Wen Fengyuan's face was covered with a layer of frost, without any emotional fluctuations, and his thin lips moved slightly.

"Alright!"

Although these two words were very low, they were full of unquestionable emotions.

After a pause, Wen Fengyuan continued, "You two, leave!"

After speaking, he slightly raised his head, looking into the distance, as if thinking about something.

After a while, Wen Fengyuan spoke again.

"From today onwards, except for those I send to specifically take care of Princess Xingyue, no one else is allowed to step into this place."

As soon as Wen Fengyuan's voice fell, an extremely terrifying invisible force surged and howled around him.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly raised his right hand and waved his sleeves casually, his movements seemingly casual, but bringing out a force of overwhelming momentum.

In an instant, a rich and boundless force surged.

This irresistible powerful force directly wrapped Wen Lingyun and Wen Mochen tightly in mid-air, carrying them lightly to the outside of the room.

As soon as Wen Mochen's feet touched the ground, the inner energy in his body instantly burst out violently, and the aura around him was disordered.

Then, his whole person turned into a blurred afterimage, and flew away into the distance, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wen Mochen truly felt scared.

In his heart, his father, Wen Lingyun, had already transformed into a lunatic who had lost his mind.

This lunatic actually killed his own mother with his own hands!

That was the wife who had been with Wen Lingyun for many years, who was married by him with Ming Media(明媒正娶: formal marriage), and was also the closest person to him in this world.

Wen Lingyun didn't care at all about Wen Mochen's panicked escape.

His whole person seemed to have been drained of all his strength, still paralyzed sitting in place, his eyes staring straight at the inside of the room.

To be precise, Wen Lingyun's gaze penetrated layers of obstacles, tightly locked on the hanging curtains behind the bed.

There, a woman was lying quietly.

That woman was Princess Xingyue, who was once extremely noble, but now had her cultivation crippled by his son.

At this moment, she no longer had her past elegance, and in this dim and depressing room, she was like a flower that had withered prematurely.

Wen Lingyun looked at Princess Xingyue, his eyes intertwined with complex and difficult to distinguish emotions, there was fear, there was regret, and there was also deep despair.

It was as if he was facing the impending disaster of the Wen family through her.

However, Wen Lingyun did not stare for too long, and four guards in pure white brocade robes suddenly appeared beside him.

The four of them walked lightly, moved very quickly, cautiously approached Wen Lingyun, and then steadily helped him up.

Wen Lingyun had no independent consciousness at this time, and let the guards carry him, his body soft and weak, his eyes full of emptiness.

The four guards did not dare to slack off in the slightest, assisting Wen Lingyun slowly towards the door.

Before long, the group disappeared at the end of the dim corridor.

Not long after they left, the originally open door slammed shut with a "bang".

The loud sound of the door closing echoed in this silent space, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The bright interior of the room was instantly shrouded in darkness, with only a few faint candlelight flickering, barely illuminating this small world.

Wen Fengyuan's figure was slow, slowly turned around, his eyes tightly staring at Princess Xingyue on the bed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, past scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, his heart was mixed with emotions.

For a long time, he slightly raised his head, a heavy sigh overflowed from his chest: "Alas!"

This sigh was full of helplessness and vicissitudes.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Fengyuan murmured to himself: "I finally chose this decision!"

The reason why Wen Fengyuan made such a crazy decision was by no means a momentary impulse, but after years of pondering.

Four years ago, when he was in closed-door cultivation, impacting the perfect realm of the Divine Mansion, he wanted to try to break through the shackles of the great success of the Divine Mansion realm.

So as to become a martial artist of the perfect realm of the Divine Mansion.

However, Wen Fengyuan ultimately failed, and all his efforts were in vain, and failed.

Wen Fengyuan, who failed to break through, suffered a fierce backlash from the vast power of heaven and earth.

That terrifying power of heaven and earth surged like overturning mountains and seas, wantonly impacting his Divine Mansion.

This also led to Wen Fengyuan's Divine Mansion being shocked by that power of heaven and earth to the point of being almost shattered, and the divine thought Yuanshen(元神: primordial spirit) in the Divine Mansion also suffered severe damage.

The change of the divine thought Yuanshen(元神: primordial spirit) caused Wen Fengyuan's vigorous strength to decline sharply.

The current Wen Fengyuan can only exert the power of the small success realm of the Divine Mansion at most.

Therefore, from the outside, Wen Fengyuan seems to be no different.

But only Wen Fengyuan himself knows that he is now like an castle in the air with an unstable foundation, which may collapse at any time.

What Wen Fengyuan fears most is that the feeling of decay on his flesh is becoming more and more intense.

Now Wen Fengyuan can truly feel that his body and the Divine Mansion in his body are rapidly decaying.

Wen Fengyuan, the dignified martial artist of the great success realm of the Divine Mansion, the existence like a Yuanshen(元神: primordial spirit) real person.

In less than ten years, the Divine Mansion will collapse, and he will die and disappear into a wisp of dust between heaven and earth, without leaving a trace.

There is great terror between life and death!

Wen Fengyuan was full of unwillingness, how could he tolerate himself passing away in this world without a sound and confused?

There is only one strong desire in his heart, and that is to live!

However, the damage Wen Fengyuan suffered this time originated from the erosion of the power of heaven and earth, and is by no means a common illness.

Ordinary healing holy medicine, ordinary cultivation methods, or heaven and earth spirit objects, can not restore him to his original state at all.

If you want to heal, Wen Fengyuan can only rely on the legendary ten- pattern Day Artifact.

This ten- pattern Day Artifact contains the most mysterious and powerful laws of heaven and earth, and is something that countless warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty dream of.

As long as you can get the help of the ten- pattern Day Artifact, the power of the laws in it can easily help Wen Fengyuan.

At the same time, for Wen Fengyuan, this power of the laws is also the key to his re- impacting the perfect realm of the Divine Mansion.

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Once Wen Fengyuan succeeds, he can not only heal his injuries, but also make his strength even higher, breaking through to the perfect realm of the Divine Mansion.

"Cough cough cough!"

A burst of stuffy dry coughs came from Wen Fengyuan's chest, breaking the silence in the room.

He slightly bowed, gently covering his mouth with one hand, and after the cough subsided slightly, that hand reaching into into his arms.

I saw Wen Fengyuan carefully took out a small cyan round bead.

That cyan bead reflecting a simple and mysterious halo under the illumination of the dim candle.

At first glance, this cyan round bead is like made of carefully cast bronze.

"Qingling Bead!"

Wen Fengyuan whispered murmured, with a trace of complex emotion in his voice.

Don't look at this small bead as ordinary, in fact, it is an extremely precious eight- pattern Moon Artifact.

This Qingling Bead is the sincerity given to him by the Jiang family, one of the top three families.

The Jiang family, together with the Tang family, another top three families, finally can't suppress it, and are going to to that one attack.

Humph!

Wen Fengyuan secretly sneered, among the bottom five families, two have already clearly stated their join.

And the three detached forces, on the surface calmly, but secretly each other colluding with several eight great families, jointly prepare for the spirit ruins in six months.

Various forces are restless, a storm around the spirit ruins and the empress in the palace is quietly planning.

The more than half families of the eight great families, plus the three detached forces.

Such a powerful force gathering only Wen Fengyuan heart stable down, have courage doing this treasonous act.

to Xingyue Princess attack, this is Wen family to those forces express loyalty 's a pledge of allegiance.

this is also Wen Fengyuan acquiesce Wen Mochen what he did的原因(原因: reason).

after all, once harmed 's Xingyue Princess, Wen family then completely no more retreat, can only this road road of no return on go to dark.

although half a year later, Tang family and Jiang family promise will ten-pattern day artifact give himself.

but Wen Fengyuan himself himself heart also not bottom, dare not determine they whether will fulfill promise.

but Wen Fengyuan really is no other choice 's, himself don't want to die, then can only put hope entrust in this eight great families 's body.

as for Great Xia Imperial Family, Wen Fengyuan then even think even dare not to think.

himself but is a time not much, lingering 's old man.

even if as Duke Rong 's him, also no qualification to touch Great Xia Imperial Family 's ten-pattern day artifact.

Wen Fengyuan put away up thoughts, slowly turned around, eyes cast to that closed 's door outside.

his 's eyes as if can penetrate layers of obstacles, see outside 's situation.

"That little girl, unexpectedly become calamity-level anomaly, ruined old man 's plan!"

Wen Fengyuan face full annoyance, whispered cursed 's few words.

immediately, Wen Fengyuan a sound long sigh overflowed: " sigh! if not strength damaged, mere calamity-level anomaly, how can in old man front make trouble?"

Wen Fengyuan mouth 's“ that a girl”, is Xingyue Princess since childhood accompanied 's playmate and maid.

who even never expected, she unexpectedly can resurrect, transform, become 's make people terrified 's calamity-level anomaly.

at the same time, she also possess 's enough comparable Divine Mansion realm small success 's strength.

especially terrifying 's is, she body surround 's Nether power, that a gloomy evil aura 's horror degree, approaching primordial spirit power.

Wen Fengyuan this severely wounded 's primordial spirit real person, naturally is unable destroy this calamity-level anomaly.

he also can only barely with Wen family clan, from Haoran Prefecture capital city evacuate out, settle to Mingxin Prefecture capital city in.

" now also then can only hope those Blackbird Guard, notice not that ghost thing 's true identity."

Wen Fengyuan eyebrows furrowed, his heart full is worry, not knowing soon face 's exactly is who.

he not choose kill Xingyue Princess, just afraid Great Xia Imperial Family in, can notice to Xingyue Princess 's abnormality.

" also not knowing, exactly is Blackbird Guard that mysterious extremely 's Division Master act."

" or Daoxu Temple 's Zhang Daofeng personally come."

thinking these two people, Wen Fengyuan couldn't help frowned furrowed, in his 's heart, these two people like two difficult surmount 's high mountain, are his most fear 's existence.

in Haoran Prefecture capital city outside 's ten li place, densely 's built 着 nearly hundred sheet tents.

in these tents 's around, figure looming, countless figure between back and forth 's wandering swaying.

if carefully look, then can find number, unexpectedly as many as thousands people.

these people are is wear wearing Blackbird uniforms, from Blackbird Guard 's clothing level see.

except only 's Heaven-level Blackbird uniforms not see trace outside, other each level 's Blackbird Guard, all gathered in here.

in many tents among, located most center 's that tent inside.

Mu Yun and five wear wearing Earth-level Blackbird uniforms 's Blackbird Guard, in tent inside quietly sit 's particle.

they six people expression calm, but also faintly reveal particle some focus, as if always are at holding breath, waiting particle someone important person 's arrival.

just in this time, this area tents 's sky, suddenly explode sounded a clear powerful 's voice.

this a voice as if with some mysterious 's power, directly drill into every one Blackbird Guard 's ears in.

"Chief Mu, come with me to the city of the Haoran Prefecture! The rest of you, wait here!"

Inside the tent, Mu Yun's face instantly lit up with joy upon hearing the familiar voice.

Immediately afterward, his figure moved like lightning, swiftly transforming into a brilliant streak of light, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yun naturally recognized that it was Lu Xuan's voice.