Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 922: The Dream Is Still Unawakened and the Heart Is Broken

The setting sun, the holy city, blood-red, pine blossoms falling in the snow, birds in silence;

A mountain of corpses, a cool breeze, and icy cold – when the nest is overturned, no egg will remain intact!

From sunrise to sunset, Jian Ying completed the transformation from the Holy City to the Blood City. The reason why it cannot be called a dead city is because there are still many living people in the martial arts world, and people who are struggling to survive.

Any man in the martial arts world with a conscience should have his heart bleeding. This is hell on earth, but the human heart is really unpredictable, and there are still grievances in the bloody holy city.

When Ji Xuanyan in black was slaughtering the monsters in the Dark Realm, she was blocked in the front and back by someone. The person was her friend, her former suitor, and of course the man she once looked down upon.

Ji Xuanyan in black was not surprised, or rather, she had expected it.

There were no monsters from the Night Realm around because all the monsters exploded and died under the pressure of the people blocking the road in front and behind. The whole area was filled with tremendous energy. The people blocking the road were doing their best!

"Hey, do you know why I went to the Blood Sea Book Mountain? Do you know why I was waiting for you at Fuyu Pavilion in Furong Town?"

The one blocking the way in front was Meng Yimeng, and the one blocking the way behind was the Painting Saint. Both of them were stunned. They came to kill Ji Xuanyan in black, but this opening statement was a bit unexpected.

"As an old friend, as a friend, I came to see you off. Unfortunately, you don't understand my heart. This is why I rejected all of you men back then. No one understands my heart!"

Ji Xuanyan in black was also mobilizing her true energy, but she looked calm and not afraid at all!

The magic light around Meng Yimeng seemed real and illusory, and he was setting up a dream formation.

The painting saint holds a gray sword and a white sword in his hands, both of which are flashing with mysterious light. Behind him is a phantom gray and white landscape painting.

These two people did not have any prior agreement, they just found Ji Xuanyan in black at the same time.

"You went to the Blood Sea Book Mountain to explore the secrets of the Yanmeng Sect. I want to know how you did it?"

"I want to know why you want to kill me. Killing me is fine, but why would you hurt my disciple?"

Ji Xuanyan in black smiled slightly and said calmly:

"We've known each other for hundreds of years. Before I die, I want you two to die knowingly. I have a kind heart, and I will personally send you to your deaths. I know you all like the girl in white, but she's actually the cruelest. If she were the one blocking your way right now, you two would be seriously injured if not dead!"

After Ji Xuanyan in black finished speaking, a man appeared behind Meng Yimeng, a blind man holding a stick. He was the Blind Shadow!

A man without ears also appeared behind the painting saint. He was the deaf ghost!

Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint's expressions changed in shock. They turned around and attacked Shenying and Guigu.

Neither of them knew how these two people appeared. They were trying their best to be on guard. How could this be possible?

"I said, I will send you to death with my own hands, they won't hurt you!"

The attacks of Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint failed, and Shenying and Guigu disappeared together, as if they had never appeared.

The Painting Saint and Meng Yimeng were horrified and exclaimed at the same time:

"Ji Xuanyan, what's going on?"

"They are my guardians, Gui Gu and Shen Ying. They are everywhere where there is light and shadow. Don't worry, I don't need their help. I will make you die with a sincere heart!"

Ji Xuanyan in black smiled coldly!

"Do you know why? You are good men. The drunken dance of the Ji family's imperial city has won the world. Your hearts have not given rise to disgust. I will personally send you to death to express my respect!"

Meng Yimeng and Hua Sheng were worried but not afraid. They attacked Ji Xuanyan in black at the same time.

There were no flashy moves in the fight between these three men.

In the left palm of Ji Xuanyan in black was a holy spirit ring formed by the essence of the holy spirit, which was connected to the gray and white double swords of the Painting Saint.

There is a golden phantom in the right palm, which is used to counter Meng Yimeng's palm in the dream.

From afar, Ji Xuanyan in black swung her palms left and right, fighting with Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint.

The true energy between the three people surged, and a storm arose!

Ji Xuanyan in black smiled and whispered:

"I'll let you die knowing full well. I went to the Blood Sea and Book Mountain for Xuantian Pavilion. Unfortunately, the people in the Great Dream Scripture Cave have become demons. Gui Gu has failed!"

Ji Xuanyan in black turned to look at the Painting Saint and said softly:

"As for why I want to kill you, you should know it yourself. Bugui Valley defected to Youzhou, and it was you who led the charge. Your mistress and Murong Yanbo thought they were doing it without anyone noticing, but in fact, the Ji family had already seen through it. Murong Ruoxi was supposed to be the bitch in the same movie. After playing with her, I would kill her. Hey, who made that kid fall in love with her? I held back. As for why I held back, you don't need to know!"

After Ji Xuanyan in black finished speaking, the true energy in her body seemed to increase again, and at the same time it was constantly condensing, spreading rapidly around with her heart as the center.

Soon, the entire body of Ji Xuanyan in black was covered with the essence of the Holy Spirit.

"The spirit takes shape!"

Ji Xuanyan in black roared, and all the condensed holy spirit essence turned into nothingness in an instant. The huge energy released instantly rushed into the sky, not only repelling Meng Yimeng's palm in the dream, but also shattering the gray-white spiritual sword of the Painting Saint.

Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint flew backwards, both of them vomiting blood.

When the wind and waves dissipated and their true energy disappeared, Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint were in a state of surging true energy again. They looked at Ji Xuanyan in black with vigilance. The blood at the corners of their mouths had been wiped away, but the clothes in front of them were covered in blood stains.

"You, how can you be so strong?"

"That's impossible! You can't have become so strong in just a few hundred years!"

Meng Yimeng and Hua Shengren both had incredible expressions, they didn't believe this was true.

"Hehe, you think you're so powerful because you only lost a few moves when you fought Ji Xuanfeng. Now you can't accept being defeated by me, right?"

"Ji Xuanfeng is the Ji family's number one martial artist, and you are the Ji family's number one mind, but your cultivation level is not inferior to Ji Xuanfeng's. Is this false news deliberately spread by the Ji family?"

"No, she is even stronger than Ji Xuanfeng. Even if you and I join forces to attack Ji Xuanfeng, this won't be the outcome!"

The Painting Sage was shocked not only by the black-clothed Ji Xuanyan's cultivation, but also by the secret of the Valley of No Return. He had left the Valley of No Return in order to maintain contact with the Murong family of Youzhou. How could the Ji family know about this? This was too strange.

The Painting Saint really couldn't figure out whether there was a problem in the Bugui Valley or on Murong Rongbo's side!

"What are you thinking about? Are you confused? Do you want me to tell you?"

Ji Xuanyan in black looked at the Painting Saint with great interest!

The Painting Sage looked at the sarcastic smile of Ji Xuanyan in black, and suddenly looked horrified and said in shock:

"Murong Lunbo, you are such a good Murong Lunbo!"

The Painting Saint figured it out. All this must be Murong Lunbo's conspiracy. Murong Lunbo betrayed the Valley of No Return!

"Interesting, isn't it? Taking in a disciple and finding out that she's the daughter of your enemy, isn't that thrilling? Actually, I'm pretty excited too. Purple Cloud Goddess, I'll help Murong Junbo make Murong Ruoxi the modern-day Purple Cloud Goddess. That would be even more interesting. Purple Cloud Goddess of Youzhou falls in love with the young master of the Ji family. What do you think Murong Junbo's reaction and outcome will be? You can rest assured. We're friends now, and I'll avenge you. I guarantee that Murong Junbo will be in more pain than you are right now!"

"Hey!"

The Painting Saint sighed softly, feeling sad inside. His main purpose in coming to Jianying was to accept Murong Ruoxi as his disciple. This was the agreement between Bugui Valley and Murong Lunbo.

"Do you two have anything else to ask? You must be a clear-headed ghost on the road to the underworld. You have lived a lifetime, but you are still confused until your death. One of you has been trapped in the Yanmeng Sect for five hundred years, but you don't know the secrets of the Yanmeng Sect. The other has painted all the people in the world, but you don't understand their hearts. I really feel sad for you!"

Meng Yimeng and the Painting Saint were really sad inside, they both had the will to die, and now the black-clothed Ji Xuanyan had even shattered their will to die. But they were both above saints after all, and they would die alone and bravely, and die in a heart-wrenching way!

"The dream is me, I am the dream, there is no me in the dream, there is no dream in my heart, Ji Xuanyan, prepare to die!"

After Meng Yimeng finished speaking, he disappeared, disappeared into the dream. To be precise, he turned his body into a dream, and there was only light clouds and mist around him, and nothing else.

"Neither good nor evil, neither black nor white, Ji Heng keeps his heart, and my Lord will show His holiness!"

The Painting Saint roared, and the gray and white air around him rose alternately. Soon, after the gray and white air merged, a giant phantom appeared!

His face was dignified and upright, his eyes were slightly closed, and he exuded a powerful aura of oppression.

"Is this the legendary princess? I'm really curious, but how can there be no good and evil in this world? From the beginning, the two yin and yang were born. People are divided into male and female, and their hearts are divided into good and evil. This is the law of the world and has nothing to do with the way of heaven!"

After Ji Xuanyan in black finished speaking, she drew a sword from her waist and looked at the transparent long sword as thin as a cicada's wing with deep affection. There was a drop of water faintly visible in the sword body.

"This is the sword inherited by the Yaoyun lineage of the Ji family. It's called Miaoshui. None of the Ji family members know about it. We were friends, but I let you die under the Miaoshui sword. I think I'm really kind. Oh, I have such a kind heart. I'm even moved by myself!"

The vast water rises up to the sky, and the falling snow clouds are silent!

Killing people is good, and leaving water is also good!