Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 196

[Chapter 196: The Three Heroes of the Red Dust]

Young Master Yu.

The young sect master of the Central Plains Knife Sect was carrying a broken knife, covered in blood, his clothes were broken, and he fled out of the gate in embarrassment.

He rammed around like a headless fly, and when he saw Shen Zhenyi, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. He fell to the ground and shouted, “Young Master, save me!”

Zi Ningjun was startled, and quickly stood in front of Shen Zhenyi, grabbing the hem of his clothes nervously.

Shen Zhenyi patted it, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

The Canglan Secret Vault has indeed changed.

“Third son! That monk is crazy! He wants to kill us all, and wants to swallow the temple martial arts!”

Young Master Yu snotted and shed tears, but he lacked the calm and elegant demeanor of the children of an aristocratic family.

“Monk Wumeng?”

Shen Zhenyi seemed to feel it, and when he looked up, he saw a bloody monk standing quietly in the copper gate of Canglan.

He lost his usual wretchedness, and only had a chilled body, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost his mind.

Zi Ningjun frowned.

“Fu…brother?”

She cried out hesitantly, her amber eyes full of doubt.

Monk Wumeng was shocked.

Like waking up from a nightmare, he slowly turned his head and stared at Shen Zhenyi and Zi Ningjun like a snake.

“Little…Purple?”

It seems that this title is already very unfamiliar, his voice and actions are like rust.

Behind him, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In front of him, spring is blooming.

Zi Ningjun hesitated for a while, then looked back at Shen Zhenyi, hesitantly did not answer.

Shen Zhenyi tapped her shoulder.

Monk Wumeng came back to his senses from the slaughtering realm just now, looked at Shen Zhenyi silently, and asked after a long time, “Since Xiaozi is by your side, then you are Jianjun. It’s just that , how on earth can she recognize you and me?”

The two get along with each other, and they have their own guesses. Monk Wumeng has doubts in his heart, but he has never been able to determine the identity of Shen Zhenyi.

As for the monk himself, he has changed too much. How could Zi Ningjun call out his past… No, his dead identity?

Shen Zhenyi caressed Ziningjun’s amber eyes with pity, and Ziningjun closed his eyes meekly, like a well-behaved cat.

“She stayed in the phantom river 3,000 miles away from the secret realm for 400 years. She was able to break through the changes of reality and illusion, and obtained the eyes of breaking the illusion. Now, in her eyes, you and me have no form, only the appearance of a soul. Naturally, any changes and disguise, It’s useless to her.”

Shen Zhenyi is a natural change, and Monk Wumeng is a deliberate disguise.

But this could not be concealed from Zi Ningjun’s phantom-shattering eyes.

“I see.”

Monk Wumeng nodded and lowered his bloody Jie Dao.

Young Master Yu shrank back in fear, his face pale.

He just witnessed Wumeng monk slaughtering everyone like a demon, and he still has lingering fears, and only regards Shen Zhenyi as his only hope of saving lives-now, are these people all in the same group?

Who is this bright and cold purple-clothed girl?

“Five hundred years of life, compared with heaven and earth, is like a dream and an illusion.”

Monk Wumeng sighed and smiled sadly: “I didn’t expect the three of us to meet again in such a situation.”

Zining Jun shrank into Shen Zhenyi’s arms and asked in a low voice, “Brother Fu, we haven’t seen you for hundreds of years. How can you be so murderous? What about Sister Jing?”

Monk Wumeng’s face suddenly darkened.

“She is long dead.”

Four hundred years ago, Shen Zhenyi left without saying goodbye without a trace. He and his lover accompanied Zi Ningjun into the secret realm of chaos. He didn’t expect that this was a trap for murder. Zi Ningjun was lost in the three thousand-mile fantasy river, but his lover was killed by a ferocious beast.

The thought of this made his heart aches.

“In the end… what’s going on? Who is this monk? Third Young Master, please let me understand!”

The dignified atmosphere at the scene made Young Master Yu unbearable. He tightened Shen Zhenyi and asked anxiously, even if he died, he had to understand.

Shen Zhenyi was silent for a while, seeing that Monk Wumeng had no intention of blocking, then he sighed and replied: “This matter is a long story, your Central Plains Sword Sect has a long history and records a lot of historical events, you should know that five hundred years ago , has the name of the Three Heroes of the Red Dust…”

Young Master Yu was stunned for a while, then nodded and said, “I seem to have heard it before, among them, the Heavenly King Fu Yue and the most beautiful person in the world, Zi Ningjun, are very famous. As for the other swordsman, they are illusory. What’s the history of…”

Shen Zhenyi smiled and pointed at Monk Wumeng.

“He is the king of heaven, Fu Yue.”

He pointed to Zi Ningjun in his arms again, “The most beautiful woman in the world.”

Finally, he pointed to himself, “Jianjun.”

“What? It’s impossible!”

Young Master Yu’s eyes widened, and his mouth could almost fit a duck’s egg. A legendary figure five hundred years ago, actually appeared in front of him in this way?

The King of Heaven, Fu Yue, was originally a famous swordsman. The Central Plains Sword Sect is known as the authentic, and he also highly respects this man’s gorgeous swordsmanship. Now someone tells him that this murderous monk is the high-spirited King of Heaven back then. Fu Yue?

Is this a dream?

Shen Zhenyi ignored him and continued to talk about the past, as if it was a memory, and it was also like talking to himself.

“After I left, you were exhausted to find my traces everywhere. Brother Fu and Sister Jing’s newly married Yan’er took so much trouble. I’m really ashamed.”

Fu Yue married female Xiuluo Zongjing as his wife at that time, which is also a story.

“Especially if you are going to the Lianli Secret Realm to explore my traces, this is really what implicated you.”

Shen Zhenyi sighed.

If you don’t enter the chaos and leave the secret realm, this may not be the end.

“No.”

Monk Wumeng shook his head sadly.

“Xiao Zi wants to enter the secret realm of chaos and find you, it’s her idea. As for our husband and wife, we just believed those rumors with ulterior motives and planted them in the hands of others, and then the moths threw themselves into the fire and entered this mortal Jedi. .”

The Heavenly King Fu Yue, the female cultivator Luo Zongjing, and Zi Ningjun were all top-notch figures in the world at that time.

Of course, it was impossible not to invite them in the Nine Zen Heaven Dou Arena.

Zi Ningjun was originally very indifferent to martial arts, but because he could not find any trace of Shen Zhenyi, he moved his mind to enter the most mysterious secret realm of chaos to find clues.

Fu Yue and Zong Jing’s husband and wife are obsessed with martial arts, and in order to pursue a higher realm, they ventured into the secret realm – I didn’t expect that they would be fooled by others!

“As soon as we entered the secret realm of Chaos, we knew that we were fooled. Xiao Zi insisted on doing his own thing, went deep into the secret of chaos, and fell into the magic river. I was selfish and never followed the guardian, but I did not expect to harm myself and Jinger.”

Monk Wumeng felt even more regretful when he saw Zi Ningjun jumping around.

After they separated, they thought that Zi Ning-Jun would definitely die, relying on peerless martial arts to survive in this difficult and dangerous place, but Zong Jing was involved in a terrifying beast tide and lost his life.

Fu Yue lost his wife and was crazy. He struggled to survive in the secret realm for many years, and finally found an opportunity to escape.

This time, he re-entered the secret realm of chaos – the only purpose is revenge!

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