...Xu Qi'an's expression was stiff, and he no longer had a smug look, staring at the white-clothed warlock.
In his mind, the red and white skirts floated away instantly.
Your mother is from the lineage of the chosen one five hundred years ago, which is the sister of the chosen one I want to support now.I formed an alliance with him and helped him to take power, so he married my sister to me.The most reliable ally relationship in the world is first of all interests and secondly in-laws.
After I married the man, I focused on planning the Shanhaiguan Battle and stealing the fate of Dafeng.At the end of the Shanhaiguan Battle, you were born.
call!
Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red and white skirts floated back.
Although he is also a descendant of the Dafeng royal family, it was from five hundred years ago and actually has little to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.
People with the same surname in their previous life often said: We were a family five hundred years ago.
However, if we have to talk about it, Huaiqing and Lin'an are both my clan sisters.
Then, he had the heart to think about whether what his father said was true or false.
The time points coincide. In the year when I was born, in my second uncle's memory, he and Xu Dalang fought in Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and biological mother took care of me for a long time...
Xu Qian was stunned, realizing something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: Why did she give birth to me in the capital?
As he spoke, his face turned pale, feeling that something in his body was in turmoil and trying his best to resist something.
At the same time, the warrior's instinct was crazy warning, and there was still no specific picture, but the fear from the heart made him feel that he was a child stepping on the steel wire, falling to pieces at any time.
This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-clothed warlock has reached a critical moment in refining the qi. If it succeeds, this qi will belong to others and have nothing to do with him.
And he will also leave with this luck that is entangled with his life and dies.
The white-clothed warlock had no joy or sorrow for the encounter his son was about to face, and his tone was as calm as ever:
Your biological mother quietly went to the capital while I was not around and gave birth to you there.I only realized this after I stole my luck.
Why?
Xu Qi'an's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he looked at him deeply.
The tone of the white-clothed warlock is gone:
Your birth is to accommodate luck and use it as a container.This is not only a game between me and that lineage, but also because the time has not come. Before the uprising, it is not advisable to implant the luck into the body of that lineage of the royal family.
Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She acts as submissive and willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but that disguise.You are her first child, and she can't bear to die, so she fled to the capital and gave birth to you.
The prison in the capital is in the capital, and it will be your biggest protective umbrella.
So that's it... Xu Qi'an sighed, without any doubts anymore.
I don’t know why, but what I was thinking about at this moment was that old man in charge of the surveillance.
The worst widowed old man in Dafeng.
So, Ji Qian is still my cousin?
Xu Qi'an asked, the blood in his nose was left to his mouth, and he wanted to wipe it for a while, but he couldn't move.
right!
The white-clothed warlock nodded.
It's so good that Ah, my cousin deserves to die. Well, this is not what I said, it is what a famous writer in his previous life said... He complained in his heart to relieve his anxiety.
Is this your backup plan?
At this time, the white-clothed warlock suddenly said.
Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou came with Xu Pingzhi.
You are indeed here, you are indeed here...
Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was both sad and fierce, and his eyes were red.
The white-clothed warlock didn't look at him and said softly:
When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers.Later, the formation here became more and more perfect and stronger, which condensed half of my life's hard work.
But it also makes me unable to give up this place in disguise.It's not safe here because in addition to me, Erlang knows it.You guessed right. When I appeared in front of everyone, the technique of blocking the secrets of heaven would crack it by itself.Erlang will think of me again.
That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be confused again.
But you didn't expect that I had already learned the mystery of the technique of blocking the secrets of heaven... Xu Qi'an had no expression on his face.
Uncle Xu Er hit the Qi Realm, and his head was bleeding and he roared:
Xu Pingfeng, you are inferior to pigs and dogs. He is your son and my nephew. Even if you don’t have any pigs or poison, are you doing human affairs?
His face was twisted, and his forehead was full of blue veins, making him look quite ferocious.
Xu Qi'an was so angry when he saw his second uncle.
The white-clothed warlock said lightly: This is a matter between us father and son, and I gave him his life.
Bang!
Xu Pingzhi punched the Qi Realm like an old beast that was stimulated, ferocious and fierce:
Father and son?Are you worthy!Are you worthy of being his father? He is my son of the Xu family and I raised him. You want to kill him. Have you asked me? Do I agree?If you open this formation, I will kill you, kill you!!
He punched the Qi Realm with one punch, his fist was covered in blood.
Second uncle... Xu Qi'an looked at him silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.
Xu Pingzhi was timid at home and was slick outside. The killing aura he trained on the battlefield back then had long been erased in the officialdom.
But no matter how timid a man is, if his child is in danger, he will strike hard without hesitation.
Even if you are facing an elephant.
The white-clothed warlock withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and raised the corner of his mouth:
But it's too late!
He pulled hard and pulled out the luck that ordinary people could not see from Xu Qi'an's head little by little.
During this process, Xu Qi'an's body continued to crack, blood flowed, and his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he roared in pain.
The roar of his nephew was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him tremble all over.
The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He knelt down close to the Qi Realm and begged:
Don't kill him, brother, please don't kill him. He is the child I raised and my cub. Please don't kill him...
I have raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do this... Brother, it seems that you should give him back to me in terms of past relationships.
The white-clothed warlock was heartless, ignorant, and was full of luck.
Back!
Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and waved Uncle Xu away. Then, he put on the Confucian crown, held a carving knife with his right hand in his sleeves.
The Confucian Guan and the Carving Knife are clear and rushing into the sky, echoing each other.
Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed it out. With the blessing of the sub-saint Confucian crown and the third-grade great scholar, the carving knife burst out with a clear light that soared into the sky. The white-clothed warlock took more than 30 years to set up the formation, which was instantly broken.
The outermost Qi Realm collapses and can no longer stop outsiders from entering.
This place must not remove luck.
Zhao Shou announced.
But this time, Confucianism's words failed.
The white-clothed warlock's removal movement was blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of saying the words and saying the Dharma.
This place is different from the laws of heaven and earth in the outside world. If you want to be king in my "world", you have to ask me whether I agree or not.
The white-clothed warlock said hey, full of confidence.
Zhao Shou took a step forward and once again stabbed the Confucian Saint carving knife. The sub-saint crest sprinkled the clear light in the water-shaped waves, blessing it on the carving knife.
Zhao Shoudao: Break the formation!
The Dharma is expressed according to the power and blessing it is on the carving knife.
Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation.
The carving knife seemed to turn into a scorching sun, the clear light was so rich that it was almost blazing. It advanced rapidly, accompanied by layers of formations disintegrating.
This peerless formation consisting of one hundred and eight formations cannot stop a third-grade scholar wearing a Confucian crown and holding a carved knife.
Even if the main formation is a second-grade sorcerer.
But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that the third-grade scholar who could not stop the firepower was fully opened. What he wanted was to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been seized.
At this moment, a sword light filled with solemn intentions emerged from the void, shattering one formation rune after another.
Unparalleled sword intention.
The white-clothed warlock pressed his spare hand and a certain array pattern lit up, forming an air wall to block the sword light.
The sword light slashed on the air wall, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing.
Teleport!
He teleported the sword light away.
Teleportation is prohibited here.
Zhao Shou calmly gave a response. As the formation disintegrated, the Confucian power of the word "Sui" further invaded this place.
The void suddenly boiled, and one sword after another appeared, with unstoppable momentum, killing the formation pattern.
This made Zhao Shou advance more easily. Seeing that he was about to rush forward, suddenly, the body of the old man Tian Gu, whose eyes had no eyeballs and only whites, lit up faintly.
Zhao Shou suddenly lost his target. He stood in a daze, with the front empty, without Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock.
This is an unknown method, which hides Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock to delay time.
Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and moved the Ru Guan.
The Confucian Guan trembled, and a clear light like water waves appeared. In the dark, a force shrouded on Zhao Shou was washed away, and Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed sorcerer appeared again.
Enough!
The white-clothed warlock smiled, and he had completely refined the luck in Xu Qi'an's body.
I don't know that Uncle Second knows this.
At this time, he heard Xu Qian whisper.
The white-clothed warlock frowned. There was no despair or fear on his bloody face, but instead he was calm.
Xu Qi'an continued: So, my real way to save my life is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin Alliance, at least I have not completely pinned my hopes on them.
After a pause, he showed a happy smile on his face: Do you really think the supervisor does nothing?
Stinky woman, what are you waiting for!
He yelled.
After the words came to an end, behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, furry fox tails grew, like peacocks spreading their tails, beautiful and terrifying.
In his mind, the red and white skirts floated away instantly.
Your mother is from the lineage of the chosen one five hundred years ago, which is the sister of the chosen one I want to support now.I formed an alliance with him and helped him to take power, so he married my sister to me.The most reliable ally relationship in the world is first of all interests and secondly in-laws.
After I married the man, I focused on planning the Shanhaiguan Battle and stealing the fate of Dafeng.At the end of the Shanhaiguan Battle, you were born.
call!
Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red and white skirts floated back.
Although he is also a descendant of the Dafeng royal family, it was from five hundred years ago and actually has little to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.
People with the same surname in their previous life often said: We were a family five hundred years ago.
However, if we have to talk about it, Huaiqing and Lin'an are both my clan sisters.
Then, he had the heart to think about whether what his father said was true or false.
The time points coincide. In the year when I was born, in my second uncle's memory, he and Xu Dalang fought in Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and biological mother took care of me for a long time...
Xu Qian was stunned, realizing something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: Why did she give birth to me in the capital?
As he spoke, his face turned pale, feeling that something in his body was in turmoil and trying his best to resist something.
At the same time, the warrior's instinct was crazy warning, and there was still no specific picture, but the fear from the heart made him feel that he was a child stepping on the steel wire, falling to pieces at any time.
This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-clothed warlock has reached a critical moment in refining the qi. If it succeeds, this qi will belong to others and have nothing to do with him.
And he will also leave with this luck that is entangled with his life and dies.
The white-clothed warlock had no joy or sorrow for the encounter his son was about to face, and his tone was as calm as ever:
Your biological mother quietly went to the capital while I was not around and gave birth to you there.I only realized this after I stole my luck.
Why?
Xu Qi'an's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he looked at him deeply.
The tone of the white-clothed warlock is gone:
Your birth is to accommodate luck and use it as a container.This is not only a game between me and that lineage, but also because the time has not come. Before the uprising, it is not advisable to implant the luck into the body of that lineage of the royal family.
Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She acts as submissive and willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but that disguise.You are her first child, and she can't bear to die, so she fled to the capital and gave birth to you.
The prison in the capital is in the capital, and it will be your biggest protective umbrella.
So that's it... Xu Qi'an sighed, without any doubts anymore.
I don’t know why, but what I was thinking about at this moment was that old man in charge of the surveillance.
The worst widowed old man in Dafeng.
So, Ji Qian is still my cousin?
Xu Qi'an asked, the blood in his nose was left to his mouth, and he wanted to wipe it for a while, but he couldn't move.
right!
The white-clothed warlock nodded.
It's so good that Ah, my cousin deserves to die. Well, this is not what I said, it is what a famous writer in his previous life said... He complained in his heart to relieve his anxiety.
Is this your backup plan?
At this time, the white-clothed warlock suddenly said.
Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou came with Xu Pingzhi.
You are indeed here, you are indeed here...
Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was both sad and fierce, and his eyes were red.
The white-clothed warlock didn't look at him and said softly:
When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers.Later, the formation here became more and more perfect and stronger, which condensed half of my life's hard work.
But it also makes me unable to give up this place in disguise.It's not safe here because in addition to me, Erlang knows it.You guessed right. When I appeared in front of everyone, the technique of blocking the secrets of heaven would crack it by itself.Erlang will think of me again.
That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be confused again.
But you didn't expect that I had already learned the mystery of the technique of blocking the secrets of heaven... Xu Qi'an had no expression on his face.
Uncle Xu Er hit the Qi Realm, and his head was bleeding and he roared:
Xu Pingfeng, you are inferior to pigs and dogs. He is your son and my nephew. Even if you don’t have any pigs or poison, are you doing human affairs?
His face was twisted, and his forehead was full of blue veins, making him look quite ferocious.
Xu Qi'an was so angry when he saw his second uncle.
The white-clothed warlock said lightly: This is a matter between us father and son, and I gave him his life.
Bang!
Xu Pingzhi punched the Qi Realm like an old beast that was stimulated, ferocious and fierce:
Father and son?Are you worthy!Are you worthy of being his father? He is my son of the Xu family and I raised him. You want to kill him. Have you asked me? Do I agree?If you open this formation, I will kill you, kill you!!
He punched the Qi Realm with one punch, his fist was covered in blood.
Second uncle... Xu Qi'an looked at him silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.
Xu Pingzhi was timid at home and was slick outside. The killing aura he trained on the battlefield back then had long been erased in the officialdom.
But no matter how timid a man is, if his child is in danger, he will strike hard without hesitation.
Even if you are facing an elephant.
The white-clothed warlock withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and raised the corner of his mouth:
But it's too late!
He pulled hard and pulled out the luck that ordinary people could not see from Xu Qi'an's head little by little.
During this process, Xu Qi'an's body continued to crack, blood flowed, and his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he roared in pain.
The roar of his nephew was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him tremble all over.
The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He knelt down close to the Qi Realm and begged:
Don't kill him, brother, please don't kill him. He is the child I raised and my cub. Please don't kill him...
I have raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do this... Brother, it seems that you should give him back to me in terms of past relationships.
The white-clothed warlock was heartless, ignorant, and was full of luck.
Back!
Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and waved Uncle Xu away. Then, he put on the Confucian crown, held a carving knife with his right hand in his sleeves.
The Confucian Guan and the Carving Knife are clear and rushing into the sky, echoing each other.
Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed it out. With the blessing of the sub-saint Confucian crown and the third-grade great scholar, the carving knife burst out with a clear light that soared into the sky. The white-clothed warlock took more than 30 years to set up the formation, which was instantly broken.
The outermost Qi Realm collapses and can no longer stop outsiders from entering.
This place must not remove luck.
Zhao Shou announced.
But this time, Confucianism's words failed.
The white-clothed warlock's removal movement was blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of saying the words and saying the Dharma.
This place is different from the laws of heaven and earth in the outside world. If you want to be king in my "world", you have to ask me whether I agree or not.
The white-clothed warlock said hey, full of confidence.
Zhao Shou took a step forward and once again stabbed the Confucian Saint carving knife. The sub-saint crest sprinkled the clear light in the water-shaped waves, blessing it on the carving knife.
Zhao Shoudao: Break the formation!
The Dharma is expressed according to the power and blessing it is on the carving knife.
Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation.
The carving knife seemed to turn into a scorching sun, the clear light was so rich that it was almost blazing. It advanced rapidly, accompanied by layers of formations disintegrating.
This peerless formation consisting of one hundred and eight formations cannot stop a third-grade scholar wearing a Confucian crown and holding a carved knife.
Even if the main formation is a second-grade sorcerer.
But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that the third-grade scholar who could not stop the firepower was fully opened. What he wanted was to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been seized.
At this moment, a sword light filled with solemn intentions emerged from the void, shattering one formation rune after another.
Unparalleled sword intention.
The white-clothed warlock pressed his spare hand and a certain array pattern lit up, forming an air wall to block the sword light.
The sword light slashed on the air wall, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing.
Teleport!
He teleported the sword light away.
Teleportation is prohibited here.
Zhao Shou calmly gave a response. As the formation disintegrated, the Confucian power of the word "Sui" further invaded this place.
The void suddenly boiled, and one sword after another appeared, with unstoppable momentum, killing the formation pattern.
This made Zhao Shou advance more easily. Seeing that he was about to rush forward, suddenly, the body of the old man Tian Gu, whose eyes had no eyeballs and only whites, lit up faintly.
Zhao Shou suddenly lost his target. He stood in a daze, with the front empty, without Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock.
This is an unknown method, which hides Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock to delay time.
Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and moved the Ru Guan.
The Confucian Guan trembled, and a clear light like water waves appeared. In the dark, a force shrouded on Zhao Shou was washed away, and Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed sorcerer appeared again.
Enough!
The white-clothed warlock smiled, and he had completely refined the luck in Xu Qi'an's body.
I don't know that Uncle Second knows this.
At this time, he heard Xu Qian whisper.
The white-clothed warlock frowned. There was no despair or fear on his bloody face, but instead he was calm.
Xu Qi'an continued: So, my real way to save my life is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin Alliance, at least I have not completely pinned my hopes on them.
After a pause, he showed a happy smile on his face: Do you really think the supervisor does nothing?
Stinky woman, what are you waiting for!
He yelled.
After the words came to an end, behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, furry fox tails grew, like peacocks spreading their tails, beautiful and terrifying.
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