Phoenix Zhiyin

Chapter 28 The first little phoenix

The eyes are full of inextricable night.

"You guys had so much fun today, let's meet again some other day! You can just send them here, and the rest of you, Benjun... Benjun, can still walk by himself!" Zhiming was supported by Luo Yang, and his steps were unsteady.

Zhiming was drunk, Luo Yang helped him walk all the way, his brows were also tightly frowned all the way.The few immortals beside Zhiming who had a good relationship with him in the past wanted to leave early, but Zhiming didn't say anything, so they couldn't leave first.As soon as Zhiming's words came out, they all nodded to Luo Yang as if they had received amnesty, and left quickly.

"I... I... I can walk!" Zhiming tried to break away from Luo Yang's supporting hand.

After drinking like this, he still wants to leave?Luo Yang sighed in his heart, but he also had some doubts in his heart, how could Zhiming, who has always been drinking a thousand cups, become so drunk today after only a few cups?But worry gradually overwhelmed suspicion, and he didn't think about it any further.

Luo Yang was also helpless, if it weren't for the fact that the palaces of the two of them were not far away, he would not have taken up this job.Especially after the meeting about the devil world hosted by the Emperor of Heaven more than a hundred years ago, he has been restless.Zhiming came to find him several times to attend the banquet held in Zhiming's own palace, but Luo Yang refused.Because he could see the darkness of the heavens, he didn't want to bring his people into this quagmire and abyss.

"Didn't...did... hear what I said?!" Taking advantage of Luo Yang's distraction, Zhiming raised his elbow and slammed into Luo Yang vigorously.Before Luo Yang could react, a bright sword was already around Luo Yang's neck.

Luo Yang stopped immediately, and slowly withdrew his hand that was going to hold Zhiming.

The moonlight was shining brightly, coupled with the reflection of the silver sword, the drunkenness and killing intent in Zhiming's eyes were clearly reflected.Zhiming's skin is a bit dark, and there is a scar about an inch long on the right side of his face.The long hair is not as straight as Luo Yang and the others, but rather curly.His pupils glowed with a frightening blue-black light.

It is indeed a very uncomfortable thing for someone to hang a sword around their neck.Although Luo Yang has a good temper, he is also a general reborn on the battlefield after all, and his killing spirit has long been deeply engraved in his bones.Being threatened for no reason, even though this person is his friend who has known him for many years, the combination of the previous and subsequent incidents also made Luo Yang feel a little angry in his heart.

"You... which temple are you from... I...how come I haven't seen you before!" Zhiming held the sword in his hand and exerted more force, and a little blood oozed from Luo Yang's neck.

"Hmph!" Luo Yang snorted coldly, moved his fingers slightly, and a tiny ball of white light bounced towards the sword in Zhiming's hand, and with one step back, he had already floated five steps away.He raised his hand to touch his neck, and the blood covered his entire palm.Luo Yang lowered his eyes, clenched his fists, and glanced at Zhiming who was sitting on the ground, then disappeared into the darkness and strode towards his bedroom.

Zhiming sat on the ground and cast a spell, and the silver sword dropped by Luo Yang wobbled back into his hand.

"Damn it!" Zhiming spat fiercely, and the killing intent appeared in his eyes again.No matter who the person who dared to throw him to the ground just now was, he would never let it go!

The coolness of the ground cleared his chaotic mind for a moment, and he slowly stood up while supporting himself.

There was a sudden burst of peach blossom fragrance from behind, not like the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus, nor the elegance of plum blossoms.A pair of sharp-boned hands suddenly supported his body, and slowly helped him up, "Why are you so careless, huh?"

A clear and beautiful male voice suddenly rang in his ears, carrying a hint of peach blossom fragrance, and the warm breath breathed in his ears, he could even feel the warmth on the man's lips.

His consciousness suddenly woke up.Names have always been taken by men and women, and it is too late for him to be happy if this kind of thing happens to him.Only this time, the familiar voice fixed him in place, and he froze and did not dare to move.

"What's the matter? Why don't you turn around?"

The man took a few steps back, stepping on the fallen leaves that came from nowhere, rustling.

Zhiming recalled everything that happened more than [-] years ago in this moment, and beads of sweat dripped slowly from his forehead across the tip of his nose and lips.Holding the last sliver of hope, he tremblingly said: "You...you are...you are the new——"

"So you all look at me like this?" The man smiled lightly, and interrupted the words of his name, "How could I be such a cowardly person? How could you forget me? Before Falling to Heaven, I heard rumors that you were trying to take me into your concubine, Xuanwu Shenjun."

"I think it's better for you and me to talk face to face, Lord Xuanwu."

Zhiming was horrified to find that the dominance of his body was no longer in his hands, and his body, which was originally facing away from the man, was slowly turning around.

How could that person's mana have improved so much in just over four hundred years?But the truth is there.

The eye-catching silver hair, the blood-red totem on the forehead, and the open smile on the corner of the mouth all reveal the identity of this man——

"My lord, it's Feng Yu."

"Long time no see, Lord Xuanwu."

Zhiming's pupils constricted suddenly, and he roared loudly: "You're not dead! You're not dead! You're not dead—it's impossible! It's impossible!"

"Ah, fate is great..." Feng Yu showed him a smile without sincere apology, and said slightly mockingly: "I disappointed you all. I should also thank Marshal Wen Hua for fear of killing Ben in Xuantian Prison." You are not good at explaining to others."

"No——" Zhiming looked at his figure that was getting closer and closer, struggling fiercely, and his eyes were stained with madness: "Impossible! Who are you! No immortal can experience those—"

"So, do you know who ordered what Wen Hua did?" Feng Yu instantly moved to Zhi Ming's body and pinched his neck, her five fingers gradually tightened.Zhiming was pinched so hard by Feng Yu that he was almost out of breath, and could only make some confused and indistinct sounds.

"Speak, or not?" Feng Yu still had a smile on his lips, and leaned into Zhiming's ear with a malicious smile, "I can tell you frankly, no matter whether you say it or not, there will only be one outcome." But you also need to be clear, after all, you are not the only one who knows. But if you say it, I will reward you with a dead body. If you don’t say it, you don’t need to say more. The prisoner in your hand, I will make you feel a hundred times more pain than that!"

"Let go, let go, let go—" Zhiming was still struggling hard.

"Why, are you planning to fight me to the end?"

"No, no..." Zhiming desperately wanted to move his fingers to cast a small spell, so that he could break free from the restriction set by Feng Yu, and no longer be slaughtered by him.It's just that all of this is fantasy, Zhiming is now completely suppressed by Feng Yu, and he can't move at all.

Hearing the words that Zhiming forced out through his teeth with such difficulty, Feng Yu let go of his hand all of a sudden, stepped aside, and said casually: "If you don't want to die so miserably, then just say it."

Zhiming tried to move his fingers, and found that his suppressed mana gradually returned to him.He supported his neck, panted heavily, looked at Feng Yu who was not far away and suddenly laughed: "You are not Feng Yu...you are not, the Feng Yu I know has never been so soft-hearted."

Feng Yu shrugged indifferently, "I don't intend for you to admit it, you just need to tell me who advocated what happened back then."

Putting his name on deaf ears, just kept laughing, he stumbled and took a few steps in the opposite direction where Feng Yu was, "Feng Yu's decision to kill and attack is definitely not as indecisive as you, you—"

Feng Yu interrupted Zhiming's words without raising her head: "Don't try to delay the time any longer, no one will come to rescue you. Look at where you are now."

Zhiming subconsciously looked around——

It was dark, with only a few lights above the head.The black lotus wings were covered with blood-colored karma, and even Feng Yu, who was standing not far away in white, was shrouded in a faint black light.

"Unfortunately, this is my domain."

"Demon?" Zhi Ming, who was stunned, finally found his voice, "You really, you really are not Feng Yu!"

"Nonsense! Do you want to talk..." Feng Yu's patience that he had endured for a long time was finally exhausted. He turned around and frowned, looking at Zhiming who seemed to be excited by no one else, there were a few silver lines in his eyes. Silk flashed, "Benjun only thought you were a ten thousand-year old bastard who was so ugly that someone chopped him down and had to hide everywhere with a turtle shell on his back, but he never thought that you could be such a mother-in-law. Under your leadership, the Xuanwu clan unexpectedly You are not on your way to perish, so I really have to say how much the person behind you must have done for you to save your fate of Xuanwu's destruction."

Zhiming smiled coldly, "With a face similar to Feng Yu's, do you really think you are the rightful owner?"

Feng Yu looked at the stubborn Zhiming and sighed: "Zhuzi, you can't teach it."

"You are the spy that Wen Hua said? For your demon world, you are really unscrupulous. You are indiscriminate with Qisha and Suzaku, and you are committed to the Emperor of Heaven. Hahahahaha, I don't know if the little boy of the Emperor of Heaven can... ... Ah——!" Zhiming's heart-piercing screams filled the entire space, and he fell heavily to the ground.

At the very moment, Zhiming threw a immobilizing spell at Feng Yu.

"Small tricks." Feng Yu smiled coldly, and scratched towards the void, and the hold spell broke in the air.

Zhiming gasped for breath, moved his body with difficulty, and tried his best to escape from this place.

Feng Yu jumped up and came to Zhiming's body, and performed a body-holding technique, Zhiming could only lie on the ground and wait for death to come.

He widened his eyes in horror, looked at Feng Yu who was walking towards him step by step, and saw the extremely fast sword in his hand, the ancient artifact named "镆铘".For the first time, I really felt the fear of death.

"Don't...don't..." Zhiming was incoherent, "Don't come here...don't come here...!"

Feng Yu squatted down expressionlessly, poked Zhiming's broken, bloody leg, and said in an unclear tone: "I once heard that a fairy with excellent medical skills in the Xuanwu clan once helped you Healing. You were cut off by a demon army when you went to the battlefield more than a thousand years ago. Everyone was surprised when you appeared in front of your tribe in a hundred days. In fact, I was also very curious at the time. You Which leg was injured?"

"I made a bet with them at the time. After all, under certain circumstances, it is impossible to reveal the truth to the public, but in the end, I lost." Feng Yu sighed regretfully, and moved her fingertips along the silver soft The thigh that was neatly cut off by the sword turned around, and then he said slowly, "Do you remember that you took a powerful love potion after you recovered? It's under the bedroom. What's more unfortunate is that it was at that time that I heard the news that you wanted to accept me as a concubine."

"Actually, I am also very depressed. Who gave you the courage to make you say such things?"

Feng Yu stood up abruptly, pointing her sword at Zhiming's heart, "What do you think you are? You're just a coward who shrinks into a turtle shell in distress! I have worked hard for the heavens for thousands of years, but in the end I lost You and the traitors of the Phoenix clan jointly set up a situation! I really don’t know who the person standing behind you is? Seriously wounding the army-breaking Xingjun, killing this gentleman, and then using the blood moon to get rid of Qinglong and Greedy wolf, he really has a good plan! Taotie fell into a deep sleep with Po Jun, and the Heavenly Emperor is now depressed. How can Qisha, Fengqi, Wenqu and others fight against him! He put our With all the wings cut off, we will never be able to make a comeback, right—!"

Zhiming was kicked away by the excited Feng Yu, and a few more mouthfuls of blood spewed out of his mouth.He closed his eyes, his trachea was blocked by blood, and he could only make a "ho ho" sound, accompanied by his half-smile face, it was like a mockery.

"Then...then...how...how..."

At this point, Zhiming has understood Feng Yu's purpose.Any question is an excuse, he just wants to kill himself.

"He——wanted——!" Feng Yu roared angrily, pointing his sword at Zhi Ming's throat.

Zhiming slowly opened his eyes, met Feng Yu's furious eyes, and showed a sneer: "You...have...guessed everything, but...you can't take down...the one you...hate... …people……"

Unable to refute.

Feng Yu just looked at him like this, her chest heaved violently, and there was still an unbearable anger in her heart.

Wars about interests have been like this since ancient times.It's just that that person occupies both the right time and the right place. No matter how many people are dissatisfied with his rule, there is still nothing they can do.They have the trust and support of the immortals, but he—has the right.

After calming down for a while, Feng Yu figured out something, staring at Zhiming's hateful face, she suddenly showed a strange smile: "In the mortal world, there is an idiom called killing chickens to scare monkeys."

"Then dedicate you to them as the first big gift from me."

Feng Yu squatted down, pinched Zhiming's neck, and lifted him up with one hand, happily admiring the complex scene of fear and serenity in Zhiming's eyes.

"As for whether I can bring him down, let's wait and see." Feng Yu leaned close to Zhiming's ear, and lightly laughed a few times, with an indescribably weird tone, "Again...ah no, for you -"

"—It should be farewell!"

Zhiming raised the corners of his lips with difficulty, and smiled at Feng Yu.

"Coward...coward..." He exhausted all his strength, but only these two words came out.

An inaudible voice came to Feng Yu's ears. Feng Yu looked at him coldly, and gradually tightened the hand that was pinching his neck.

"You are still……"

"Crack-"

Feng Yu abruptly crushed Zhiming's neck, and the sound of the neck bone breaking was especially clear in this silent space.

Throwing down Zhiming, who was already lifeless, Feng Yu's sword lightly scratched his neck, and a white mist was absorbed into the urn.At the same time, a black bead wrapped in milky white immortal power floated out from Zhiming's body, and Feng Yu smashed it into pieces with a wave of his hand.The fragments fluttered to the ground like dots of black fluorescent light, melting into the darkness.

The primordial spirit has been devoured, and the demon core has been destroyed.

Being named is dead.Since ancient times, Xuanwu, who had held the position of Xuanwu God for the longest time, has finally become history.

The endless darkness in the space gradually subsided, and the few black lotuses floating in the air gradually withered.

Feng Yu's silver hair started from the tip, from the bottom to the top, retreated to black bit by bit, and the totem on the forehead gradually disappeared.

The palace in the distance was brightly lit, Feng Yu watched quietly, and looked away after a while.He bent down and flicked the gray marks on his clothes casually, then turned around and walked towards the way he came.