The memory of the villain was exposed and the heroine begged me for forgiveness

As soon as he finished speaking, a scarlet source of energy erupted from his body, forming a pair of armor attached to his body.

"Jiang Zhige, today is the day you die!"

Qu Yun took out the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and strode towards Jiang Zhige.

Looking at that handsome and demonic face, the scenes of being abandoned by Nangongrou and the three girls in the Zhengyang Temple emerged one by one.

Everything should belong to Qu Yun.

But now, he has become a lonely ghost, and no one will even feel sad for him after his death.

Jiang Zhige's expression was cold, and even if he was wearing a piece of Taoyuan armor, even if he had some power from the Desolate Blood Dragon Emperor during his lifetime, it was impossible for him to be his opponent.

The gap between the Great Emperor and the Half-Emperor is indescribable. Even if Jiang Zhige's origin is as mutilated as a broken hand, beating Qu Yun is like beating a three-year-old child.

Qu Yun obviously didn't think too much and was already blinded by hatred.

Just when Jiang Zhige was about to move to fight the enemy, Ning Qiushui suddenly raised his hand to stop him and said in a deep voice: "Azhi, you can't stop repairing the source. Leave it to me to deal with it."

"Qiu Shui, he is a half-emperor after all."

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly, not because he didn't trust Ning Qiushui, but because Qu Yun did have some strength.

Relying on his gifted sword skills, Qu Yun was already able to fight across levels. Now that he has obtained the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and Principle Armor, his combat power is definitely comparable to that in the later stages of the rotation period.

"Azhi, don't you believe me?"

Ning Qiushui did not look back and stood directly in front of Jiang Zhige.

"No, I just..."

Jiang Zhige stopped mid-sentence.

Looking at that graceful figure, he felt the perseverance from Ning Qiushui for the first time.

Jiang Zhige pondered for a while and then agreed: "Qiu Shui, the main thing is to defend, you just need to buy a little more time for me."

Interrupting repairs at this time will cause permanent trauma to his origin.

It would be great if Ning Qiushui could buy some time.

Even if he can't, Jiang Zhige can rescue Ning Qiushui in time.

"It's ridiculous! Even when death is imminent, are you still holding on to me?"

"Can you stop me in the Wenxuan Realm?"

Seeing this, Qu Yun became increasingly angry and even jealous.

Why do all the beauties surround Jiang Zhige? A beauty like Ning Qiushui is willing to protect Jiang Zhige to the death?

Is it just because of Jiang Zhige’s face?

Ning Qiushui's eyes were solemn. She was too lazy to pay attention to Qu Yun, and sat cross-legged on the ground and took out the eight-stringed qin.

In the past, to Jiang Zhige, she was actually more of a vase, not of much use in improving her cultivation or even fighting.

Ning Qiushui didn't want to be an empress like Su Qingqiu who could stand side by side with Jiang Zhige, but at least she wanted to help Jiang Zhige a little at this time.

Qu Yun originally wanted to ignore Ning Qiushui, but the next moment, the sound of the piano sounded in the imperial tomb.

The continuous thin water is the same as before, but it has an added sacred atmosphere that cannot be blasphemed.

Qu Yun's steps paused slightly. He could feel that the armor around him was being affected and gradually became unstable.

The Wild Blood Dragon Emperor was able to fight the Eight Wastelands alone back then because of his bloodthirsty nature that became more and more courageous the more he fought. If he was purified by Ning Qiushui's piano sound, his combat power would definitely be greatly reduced.

"Stupid woman!"

"You will pay the price for your choice!"

Qu Yun's eyes were cold, and he raised the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword and struck it towards Ning Qiushui.

He showed no mercy at all and instantly knocked Ning Qiushui flying away.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Ning Qiushui flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, almost falling directly into the endless chaos behind.

There is no order in chaos. If you don't have enough cultivation to get lost in it, you will inevitably wander in endless nothingness forever.

"Autumn water!"

Jiang Zhige's expression changed drastically and he almost rushed out of the glass disc.

"Don't, don't come over!"

Ning Qiushui coughed up blood, which stained her previously spotless blue and white fairy dress red.

Jiang Zhige looked ugly and advised: "He is not something you can deal with, so leave it to me."

Being able to defeat Ning Qiushui, who had already succeeded, with one strike, it seems that he also underestimated Qu Yun.

"Leave it to you? Jiang Zhige, both of you will die today."

Qu Yun sneered repeatedly and strode towards the glazed disc.

Ning Qiu Shui tried to stop him, but he easily slashed him away with his sword again.

Ning Qiushui fell not far away, his injuries were extremely serious, and he could not stand up even though he tried his best.

"Qu Yun."

Jiang Zhige's eyes were completely gloomy, and his voice was as formidable as the Nine Netherworld.

In an instant, the terrifying power enveloped the Imperial Tomb.

The magic mist containing the origin of the imperial realm swept across, almost crushing Qu Yun into pieces.

Just like when he faced Yang Jing with Nangong Rou in Zixiao Tiancheng, even if Ning Qiushui could persist, Jiang Zhige did not want to see her suffer again.

I believe most men in the world can understand this angry mood.

Qu Yun's armor emitted scarlet flames, bit by bit separating Jiang Zhige's surging demonic mist.

"Jiang Zhige, today, either you die or I die."

Qu Yun seemed unafraid and walked towards him holding the Savage Ancestral Dragon Sword.

When he walked to the golden chain, the colorful glazed stairs also appeared.

Qu Yun stepped on it, and heard the previous question to Jiang Zhige in his ears: "Are you qualified to take this road?"

Before Qu Yun could recover, the nine divine pillars burst out with unspeakable majestic pressure.

"puff!!"

Qu Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, stepped back a dozen steps, and held the knife in both hands to support himself, barely able to steady himself.

If it weren't for the Principle Armor protecting his body, he would probably be shattered into powder on the spot.

"This, how is this possible?"

Qu Yun was shocked. Is there such power in the world?

He raised his head with difficulty and saw nine majestic shadows seeming to look down at him from above.

Just like the previous questioning, there was obviously no sound, but Qu Yun felt the words "Hong Zhong Da Lu" from it.

"Ants!!!"

Qu Yun was instantly shocked by the pressure and fell to his knees. His eyes were splitting and he couldn't get up even though he tried his best.

Qu Yun had a feeling that if he dared to walk up the glazed stairs again, even if he had the power of a real emperor, he would be crushed instantly.

"No, it's impossible!"

"If there is such power in the world, why can Jiang Zhige go there?"

Qu Yun was filled with unwillingness and turned to look at Jiang Zhige, who was standing in the center of the glazed disk.

Qu Yun suddenly reacted when he saw the power of the great power pouring into Jiang Zhige's body.

He did not rely on his own strength to walk over, but got the approval of the nine phantoms.

It is so powerful and coercive that it is difficult for the Hundred Emperors to break through. Only by being recognized and qualified can we embark on this path.

At this moment, it seems that Qu Yun is not qualified, but Jiang Zhige is.

"Asshole! Asshole!!"

"Why on earth?! Jiang Zhige is a demon cultivator, how can He De have all this?!"

Veins popped up on Qu Yun's forehead, and his jealousy and unwillingness almost made him lose his mind.

Back then, by chance, he found a mysterious old man and deduced that he was the son of destiny in this world, and he had the destiny of all worlds in one body, but now he is not as good as Jiang Zhige one after another.

Jiang Zhige looked cold. According to common sense, Qu Yun was indeed the son of destiny.

Unfortunately, there are too many variables in this world, and even Jiang Zhige is only one of the three.