Chapter 66: Hall Of Chaos
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Blood spurted out of Yin Zhan's heart like an arrow as he fell on his knees, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
The four guardians of the Promise Sect shouted in unison, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yin Zhan's injury.
Meng Yuan held the blood-stained long sword, frowned, and asked in confusion, "You did this on purpose? Why are you begging for death?"
Yin Zhan's mouth was full of blood, and he grinned, looking very coquettish. "Meng Yuan, I knew this day would come. But if I, Yin Zhan, are going to die, I can only die at your hands."
"Why?" Meng Yuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked sharply: "Seven years ago, how much did you know about the Guinu River, outside Jingzhou City?"
"Haha..." Yin Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed. "Meng Yuan, I didn't expect it. For the past seven years, the Kinugawa Massacre that you have been investigating is me."
"Yin Zhan, you are simply not human!" Hearing this, Meng Yuan pointed his long sword directly at Yin Zhan's heart, his eyes spitting fire, and his face became extremely violent.
Seven years ago, in Kinugawa, he lost his father, lost his health, lost hundreds of brothers and sisters in Momen, and even lost the lives of a hundred thousand soldiers. And all of this was actually a conspiracy of Yin Zhan!
It was not that he never guessed like this, but he had always been reluctant to believe it, just because he thought that Yin Zhan still had a conscience and would not be so mad. But now, all this had been confirmed by his own mouth, which made him feel bad.
His whole body was tense, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and his anger rushed to his heart for a while, and his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"A-Yuan!" Seeing this, Zhao Ling hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him worriedly.
In the end, what happened to Kinugawa seven years ago that made Meng Yuan, who had always been self-control, to be out of control?
She suddenly remembered that when she was in Shengjing, she had heard that the former King Xuan died in the battle of Jingzhou City seven years ago, and Meng Yuan also suffered from cold poison at that time. Could it be that this Yin Zhan did all this? Oh, heavens?
If so, it was no wonder he was out of control.
Thinking of this, she lightly wrapped her hands around Meng Yuan's waist, hoping to give him some strength.
Meng Yuan wrapped her arms around Zhao Ling's petite body, her heart warmed. With Zhao Ling's comfort, at this moment, when he recalled the horrific scene seven years ago, it didn't seem to be so heart-wrenching.
Yin Zhan laughed at himself, "Meng Yuan, the grievances between us are indescribable. From the moment we learned of our own background, you and I were destined to be enemies only."
His eyes gradually returned to a dead silence, as if he was talking to himself, and he continued to say slowly: "In this world, the only person I feel sorry for is Yan'er. Yan'er has paid so much for me, and I had been blinded by inferiority complex and jealousy, and there is only hatred in my heart."
He raised his hand and said painfully: "You're right, I killed Yan'er, I'm not a human, I should be damned. Yan'er, you must be cold and lonely down there. Don't worry, A-Zhan is here to accompany you."
After finishing speaking, Yin Zhan grabbed the long sword in Meng Yuan's hand at an unexpected speed, and with a "pop", stabbed the sword into his heart again. Afterwards, he slowly fell to the ground, slowly closing his beautiful phoenix eyes, with a faint smile on his handsome face.
It was an expression of great relief.
Meng Yuan dazedly held the hilt of the sword, not knowing how to react for a while.
He remembered the boyhood years when he and Yin Zhan were studying in Momen together. At that time, they competed in martial arts, cherished each other, and showed each other with sincerity.
But that day, in the ten-mile peach forest in Mozhuang, he suddenly attacked him, and Yaner was killed by Yin Zhan in order to save him. Later, everything changed. Overnight, the two of them became mortal enemies.
All this was just because his surname was Meng and his own surname was Yin.
"A-Yuan." Zhao Ling's soft voice entered his ears. He turned his head and saw Zhao Ling's worried look in front of him. He put down his sword and hugged her tightly in his arms, speechless.
"Master!" The great protector Wuchen let out a shrill scream and threw himself on Yin Zhan like a madman. After confirming that Yin Zhan was dead, he sat heavily on the ground, as if his whole body was drained of energy for a moment.
He looked at Meng Yuan with fierce light in his eyes, got up and was about to strike him with all his strength, but was stopped by Yun Yi and Chang Dong behind him, and the three of them fought together.
Although Wuchen was highly skilled in martial arts, Yun Yi and Changdong were not ordinary people either. So he couldn't get any advantage when they join forces. In desperation, he caught a glimpse of Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, three people hesitating on the side, and shouted sharply. "What are you three doing standing there, if I die, you will not survive."
Hearing this, the three of them froze, and after looking at each other, they immediately joined the battle. At this time, Yan Mo also led the vanguard troops to arrive, and the Promise Hall was immediately plunged into a chaotic fight.
Meng Yuan had been firmly protecting Zhao Ling, watching from the side. There was such a huge disparity in the strength of the troops, and the people he brought were all elites. No matter how high the martial arts of the Four Great Dharma Protectors were, they couldn't last for too long, so now, it was not his turn to take action.
Sure enough, an hour later, the number of casualties from the Promise Sect increased, and the outcome seemed to be divided. After fighting for so long, Wuchen was exhausted. Yun Yi placed the long sword in his hand on Wuchen's neck.
Wuchen looked up to the sky with a long sigh, looked at Yin Zhan's figure lying quietly on the ground, and a cloudy tear fell from his eyes. "God's will cannot be violated. It is God who wants to destroy my Yin dynasty. Lao Duan, I will take a step first. Master, you have a good journey, and your subordinates will come to accompany you."
"Big brother!" The three guardians called out at the same time.
"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Xuanwang's mansion has built a lot of power, and there are too many enemies. The incident seven years ago was not accidental, and it was not something that I could do with Wujijiao alone." Wuchen uttered as his eyes widened in anger, staring at Meng Yuan.
After he finished speaking, he followed Yin Zhan's example, grabbed the long sword that Yun Yi was holding on his neck, slashed his neck ruthlessly, and suddenly fell to the ground with blood gushing out of it like a wild stream.
"Nooo, big brother!"
"Big brother, you can't die!"
"Big brother!"
The three Wugou, Wuhen and Wuxia had also been fighting, and they were also covered in scars. Seeing Wuchen died like this, all of a sudden, their faces turned ashen, and they threw away their weapons and hugged themselves.
Just when Zhao Ling and the others thought they couldn't be more surprised, they heard a few "bang, bang" sounds, and the heads of many Wuji sects, including Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, burst open, and the Wuji Hall was filled with all kinds of brains for a while.
The sound of cracking, the bloody scene, all was horrible and disgusting.
Seeing such a scene, Meng Yuan, who had experienced countless bloody battlefields, couldn't help frowning and felt chills in his heart. He protected Zhao Ling in his arms and didn't want her to watch this disgusting scene.
This scene was so shocking that Zhao Ling couldn't bear it for a while. She remembered the "Old Duan" mentioned by Wuchen before her death, and thought to herself: Oh, was it that this old man was just like Wuchen, a person who was ignorant and loyal to the royal family of the previous dynasty?
She raised her head in Meng Yuan's arms and said anxiously to him, "A-Yuan, take me to the Hundred Herbs Hall."
Seeing her eager face, Meng Yuan immediately nodded in agreement, wrapped his long arms around Zhao Ling's body, and rushed towards the Hundred Herbs Hall.
It was easy to be easy. Not long after, Meng Yuan brought Zhao Ling to the wooden house of Baitang.
Under the shadow of the night, the wooden house was silent, with the occasional sound of insects, which added to the quiet atmosphere.
As if isolated from the world, the fighting outside did not affect this place. Zhao Ling pushed open one of the doors. This was the room where Duan old man slept and rested.
In the room, the old man turned his back to her, and was drinking alone with a gourd of wine, and there was a small plate of peanuts on the table. It was the appetizer that Zhao Ling prepared for him a few days ago.
Hearing the door opening, the old man didn't look back, but said in a light tone, "Girl, you're here.. It seems that you haven't forgotten about this old man."
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Blood spurted out of Yin Zhan's heart like an arrow as he fell on his knees, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
The four guardians of the Promise Sect shouted in unison, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yin Zhan's injury.
Meng Yuan held the blood-stained long sword, frowned, and asked in confusion, "You did this on purpose? Why are you begging for death?"
Yin Zhan's mouth was full of blood, and he grinned, looking very coquettish. "Meng Yuan, I knew this day would come. But if I, Yin Zhan, are going to die, I can only die at your hands."
"Why?" Meng Yuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked sharply: "Seven years ago, how much did you know about the Guinu River, outside Jingzhou City?"
"Haha..." Yin Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed. "Meng Yuan, I didn't expect it. For the past seven years, the Kinugawa Massacre that you have been investigating is me."
"Yin Zhan, you are simply not human!" Hearing this, Meng Yuan pointed his long sword directly at Yin Zhan's heart, his eyes spitting fire, and his face became extremely violent.
Seven years ago, in Kinugawa, he lost his father, lost his health, lost hundreds of brothers and sisters in Momen, and even lost the lives of a hundred thousand soldiers. And all of this was actually a conspiracy of Yin Zhan!
It was not that he never guessed like this, but he had always been reluctant to believe it, just because he thought that Yin Zhan still had a conscience and would not be so mad. But now, all this had been confirmed by his own mouth, which made him feel bad.
His whole body was tense, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and his anger rushed to his heart for a while, and his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"A-Yuan!" Seeing this, Zhao Ling hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him worriedly.
In the end, what happened to Kinugawa seven years ago that made Meng Yuan, who had always been self-control, to be out of control?
She suddenly remembered that when she was in Shengjing, she had heard that the former King Xuan died in the battle of Jingzhou City seven years ago, and Meng Yuan also suffered from cold poison at that time. Could it be that this Yin Zhan did all this? Oh, heavens?
If so, it was no wonder he was out of control.
Thinking of this, she lightly wrapped her hands around Meng Yuan's waist, hoping to give him some strength.
Meng Yuan wrapped her arms around Zhao Ling's petite body, her heart warmed. With Zhao Ling's comfort, at this moment, when he recalled the horrific scene seven years ago, it didn't seem to be so heart-wrenching.
Yin Zhan laughed at himself, "Meng Yuan, the grievances between us are indescribable. From the moment we learned of our own background, you and I were destined to be enemies only."
His eyes gradually returned to a dead silence, as if he was talking to himself, and he continued to say slowly: "In this world, the only person I feel sorry for is Yan'er. Yan'er has paid so much for me, and I had been blinded by inferiority complex and jealousy, and there is only hatred in my heart."
He raised his hand and said painfully: "You're right, I killed Yan'er, I'm not a human, I should be damned. Yan'er, you must be cold and lonely down there. Don't worry, A-Zhan is here to accompany you."
After finishing speaking, Yin Zhan grabbed the long sword in Meng Yuan's hand at an unexpected speed, and with a "pop", stabbed the sword into his heart again. Afterwards, he slowly fell to the ground, slowly closing his beautiful phoenix eyes, with a faint smile on his handsome face.
It was an expression of great relief.
Meng Yuan dazedly held the hilt of the sword, not knowing how to react for a while.
He remembered the boyhood years when he and Yin Zhan were studying in Momen together. At that time, they competed in martial arts, cherished each other, and showed each other with sincerity.
But that day, in the ten-mile peach forest in Mozhuang, he suddenly attacked him, and Yaner was killed by Yin Zhan in order to save him. Later, everything changed. Overnight, the two of them became mortal enemies.
All this was just because his surname was Meng and his own surname was Yin.
"A-Yuan." Zhao Ling's soft voice entered his ears. He turned his head and saw Zhao Ling's worried look in front of him. He put down his sword and hugged her tightly in his arms, speechless.
"Master!" The great protector Wuchen let out a shrill scream and threw himself on Yin Zhan like a madman. After confirming that Yin Zhan was dead, he sat heavily on the ground, as if his whole body was drained of energy for a moment.
He looked at Meng Yuan with fierce light in his eyes, got up and was about to strike him with all his strength, but was stopped by Yun Yi and Chang Dong behind him, and the three of them fought together.
Although Wuchen was highly skilled in martial arts, Yun Yi and Changdong were not ordinary people either. So he couldn't get any advantage when they join forces. In desperation, he caught a glimpse of Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, three people hesitating on the side, and shouted sharply. "What are you three doing standing there, if I die, you will not survive."
Hearing this, the three of them froze, and after looking at each other, they immediately joined the battle. At this time, Yan Mo also led the vanguard troops to arrive, and the Promise Hall was immediately plunged into a chaotic fight.
Meng Yuan had been firmly protecting Zhao Ling, watching from the side. There was such a huge disparity in the strength of the troops, and the people he brought were all elites. No matter how high the martial arts of the Four Great Dharma Protectors were, they couldn't last for too long, so now, it was not his turn to take action.
Sure enough, an hour later, the number of casualties from the Promise Sect increased, and the outcome seemed to be divided. After fighting for so long, Wuchen was exhausted. Yun Yi placed the long sword in his hand on Wuchen's neck.
Wuchen looked up to the sky with a long sigh, looked at Yin Zhan's figure lying quietly on the ground, and a cloudy tear fell from his eyes. "God's will cannot be violated. It is God who wants to destroy my Yin dynasty. Lao Duan, I will take a step first. Master, you have a good journey, and your subordinates will come to accompany you."
"Big brother!" The three guardians called out at the same time.
"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Xuanwang's mansion has built a lot of power, and there are too many enemies. The incident seven years ago was not accidental, and it was not something that I could do with Wujijiao alone." Wuchen uttered as his eyes widened in anger, staring at Meng Yuan.
After he finished speaking, he followed Yin Zhan's example, grabbed the long sword that Yun Yi was holding on his neck, slashed his neck ruthlessly, and suddenly fell to the ground with blood gushing out of it like a wild stream.
"Nooo, big brother!"
"Big brother, you can't die!"
"Big brother!"
The three Wugou, Wuhen and Wuxia had also been fighting, and they were also covered in scars. Seeing Wuchen died like this, all of a sudden, their faces turned ashen, and they threw away their weapons and hugged themselves.
Just when Zhao Ling and the others thought they couldn't be more surprised, they heard a few "bang, bang" sounds, and the heads of many Wuji sects, including Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, burst open, and the Wuji Hall was filled with all kinds of brains for a while.
The sound of cracking, the bloody scene, all was horrible and disgusting.
Seeing such a scene, Meng Yuan, who had experienced countless bloody battlefields, couldn't help frowning and felt chills in his heart. He protected Zhao Ling in his arms and didn't want her to watch this disgusting scene.
This scene was so shocking that Zhao Ling couldn't bear it for a while. She remembered the "Old Duan" mentioned by Wuchen before her death, and thought to herself: Oh, was it that this old man was just like Wuchen, a person who was ignorant and loyal to the royal family of the previous dynasty?
She raised her head in Meng Yuan's arms and said anxiously to him, "A-Yuan, take me to the Hundred Herbs Hall."
Seeing her eager face, Meng Yuan immediately nodded in agreement, wrapped his long arms around Zhao Ling's body, and rushed towards the Hundred Herbs Hall.
It was easy to be easy. Not long after, Meng Yuan brought Zhao Ling to the wooden house of Baitang.
Under the shadow of the night, the wooden house was silent, with the occasional sound of insects, which added to the quiet atmosphere.
As if isolated from the world, the fighting outside did not affect this place. Zhao Ling pushed open one of the doors. This was the room where Duan old man slept and rested.
In the room, the old man turned his back to her, and was drinking alone with a gourd of wine, and there was a small plate of peanuts on the table. It was the appetizer that Zhao Ling prepared for him a few days ago.
Hearing the door opening, the old man didn't look back, but said in a light tone, "Girl, you're here.. It seems that you haven't forgotten about this old man."
Blood spurted out of Yin Zhan's heart like an arrow as he fell on his knees, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth."Master!"The four guardians of the Promise Sect shouted in unison, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yin Zhan's injury.Meng Yuan held the blood-stained long sword, frowned, and asked in confusion, "You did this on purpose? Why are you begging for death?"Yin Zhan's mouth was full of blood, and he grinned, looking very coquettish. "Meng Yuan, I knew this day would come. But if I, Yin Zhan, are going to die, I can only die at your hands.""Why?" Meng Yuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked sharply: "Seven years ago, how much did you know about the Guinu River, outside Jingzhou City?""Haha..." Yin Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed. "Meng Yuan, I didn't expect it. For the past seven years, the Kinugawa Massacre that you have been investigating is me.""Yin Zhan, you are simply not human!" Hearing this, Meng Yuan pointed his long sword directly at Yin Zhan's heart, his eyes spitting fire, and his face became extremely violent.Seven years ago, in Kinugawa, he lost his father, lost his health, lost hundreds of brothers and sisters in Momen, and even lost the lives of a hundred thousand soldiers. And all of this was actually a conspiracy of Yin Zhan!It was not that he never guessed like this, but he had always been reluctant to believe it, just because he thought that Yin Zhan still had a conscience and would not be so mad. But now, all this had been confirmed by his own mouth, which made him feel bad.His whole body was tense, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and his anger rushed to his heart for a while, and his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood."A-Yuan!" Seeing this, Zhao Ling hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him worriedly.In the end, what happened to Kinugawa seven years ago that made Meng Yuan, who had always been self-control, to be out of control?She suddenly remembered that when she was in Shengjing, she had heard that the former King Xuan died in the battle of Jingzhou City seven years ago, and Meng Yuan also suffered from cold poison at that time. Could it be that this Yin Zhan did all this? Oh, heavens?If so, it was no wonder he was out of control.Thinking of this, she lightly wrapped her hands around Meng Yuan's waist, hoping to give him some strength.Meng Yuan wrapped her arms around Zhao Ling's petite body, her heart warmed. With Zhao Ling's comfort, at this moment, when he recalled the horrific scene seven years ago, it didn't seem to be so heart-wrenching.Yin Zhan laughed at himself, "Meng Yuan, the grievances between us are indescribable. From the moment we learned of our own background, you and I were destined to be enemies only."His eyes gradually returned to a dead silence, as if he was talking to himself, and he continued to say slowly: "In this world, the only person I feel sorry for is Yan'er. Yan'er has paid so much for me, and I had been blinded by inferiority complex and jealousy, and there is only hatred in my heart."He raised his hand and said painfully: "You're right, I killed Yan'er, I'm not a human, I should be damned. Yan'er, you must be cold and lonely down there. Don't worry, A-Zhan is here to accompany you."After finishing speaking, Yin Zhan grabbed the long sword in Meng Yuan's hand at an unexpected speed, and with a "pop", stabbed the sword into his heart again. Afterwards, he slowly fell to the ground, slowly closing his beautiful phoenix eyes, with a faint smile on his handsome face.It was an expression of great relief.Meng Yuan dazedly held the hilt of the sword, not knowing how to react for a while.He remembered the boyhood years when he and Yin Zhan were studying in Momen together. At that time, they competed in martial arts, cherished each other, and showed each other with sincerity. But that day, in the ten-mile peach forest in Mozhuang, he suddenly attacked him, and Yaner was killed by Yin Zhan in order to save him. Later, everything changed. Overnight, the two of them became mortal enemies.All this was just because his surname was Meng and his own surname was Yin."A-Yuan." Zhao Ling's soft voice entered his ears. He turned his head and saw Zhao Ling's worried look in front of him. He put down his sword and hugged her tightly in his arms, speechless."Master!" The great protector Wuchen let out a shrill scream and threw himself on Yin Zhan like a madman. After confirming that Yin Zhan was dead, he sat heavily on the ground, as if his whole body was drained of energy for a moment.He looked at Meng Yuan with fierce light in his eyes, got up and was about to strike him with all his strength, but was stopped by Yun Yi and Chang Dong behind him, and the three of them fought together.Although Wuchen was highly skilled in martial arts, Yun Yi and Changdong were not ordinary people either. So he couldn't get any advantage when they join forces. In desperation, he caught a glimpse of Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, three people hesitating on the side, and shouted sharply. "What are you three doing standing there, if I die, you will not survive."Hearing this, the three of them froze, and after looking at each other, they immediately joined the battle. At this time, Yan Mo also led the vanguard troops to arrive, and the Promise Hall was immediately plunged into a chaotic fight.Meng Yuan had been firmly protecting Zhao Ling, watching from the side. There was such a huge disparity in the strength of the troops, and the people he brought were all elites. No matter how high the martial arts of the Four Great Dharma Protectors were, they couldn't last for too long, so now, it was not his turn to take action.Sure enough, an hour later, the number of casualties from the Promise Sect increased, and the outcome seemed to be divided. After fighting for so long, Wuchen was exhausted. Yun Yi placed the long sword in his hand on Wuchen's neck.Wuchen looked up to the sky with a long sigh, looked at Yin Zhan's figure lying quietly on the ground, and a cloudy tear fell from his eyes. "God's will cannot be violated. It is God who wants to destroy my Yin dynasty. Lao Duan, I will take a step first. Master, you have a good journey, and your subordinates will come to accompany you.""Big brother!" The three guardians called out at the same time."The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Xuanwang's mansion has built a lot of power, and there are too many enemies. The incident seven years ago was not accidental, and it was not something that I could do with Wujijiao alone." Wuchen uttered as his eyes widened in anger, staring at Meng Yuan.After he finished speaking, he followed Yin Zhan's example, grabbed the long sword that Yun Yi was holding on his neck, slashed his neck ruthlessly, and suddenly fell to the ground with blood gushing out of it like a wild stream."Nooo, big brother!""Big brother, you can't die!" "Big brother!"The three Wugou, Wuhen and Wuxia had also been fighting, and they were also covered in scars. Seeing Wuchen died like this, all of a sudden, their faces turned ashen, and they threw away their weapons and hugged themselves. Just when Zhao Ling and the others thought they couldn't be more surprised, they heard a few "bang, bang" sounds, and the heads of many Wuji sects, including Wugou Wuhen Wuxia, burst open, and the Wuji Hall was filled with all kinds of brains for a while. The sound of cracking, the bloody scene, all was horrible and disgusting.Seeing such a scene, Meng Yuan, who had experienced countless bloody battlefields, couldn't help frowning and felt chills in his heart. He protected Zhao Ling in his arms and didn't want her to watch this disgusting scene.This scene was so shocking that Zhao Ling couldn't bear it for a while. She remembered the "Old Duan" mentioned by Wuchen before her death, and thought to herself: Oh, was it that this old man was just like Wuchen, a person who was ignorant and loyal to the royal family of the previous dynasty?She raised her head in Meng Yuan's arms and said anxiously to him, "A-Yuan, take me to the Hundred Herbs Hall."Seeing her eager face, Meng Yuan immediately nodded in agreement, wrapped his long arms around Zhao Ling's body, and rushed towards the Hundred Herbs Hall.It was easy to be easy. Not long after, Meng Yuan brought Zhao Ling to the wooden house of Baitang.Under the shadow of the night, the wooden house was silent, with the occasional sound of insects, which added to the quiet atmosphere.As if isolated from the world, the fighting outside did not affect this place. Zhao Ling pushed open one of the doors. This was the room where Duan old man slept and rested.In the room, the old man turned his back to her, and was drinking alone with a gourd of wine, and there was a small plate of peanuts on the table. It was the appetizer that Zhao Ling prepared for him a few days ago.Hearing the door opening, the old man didn't look back, but said in a light tone, "Girl, you're here.. It seems that you haven't forgotten about this old man."
