Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Offscreen.

Ji Qi, which has been silent for a long time, is finally online again.

With malicious intent, he froze the scene at the fatal moment when Jia Lan died, Feng Qingjue smiled eerily, and Zhu Jiu's flying sword escaped.

The main point is to poke everyone's heart hard.

He said "Wuhu~" comfortably, and then on the screen, four super large words were written next to Zhu Jiu, and he dubbed with true emotion: "Heizi, speak!!!"

Everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly in the middle of winter when they were dragged out of their beds and pushed into ice water. They felt chilled to the bone and their hearts were racing.

They had just figured out the relationship between Feng Qingjue and Feng Qingcheng, and hadn't figured out the logic behind the various anomalies that followed, but they jumped to the finale of the characters.

All the people in Jialan died, Feng Qingjue was the one who planned everything. Zhang Jiji was the one who tried to stop it but failed, and now he is also going to be killed.

As for those frightened Jindan-stage subordinates who hurt Baihe and Su Huan, they are destined to die, so it is better not to mention them.

After seeing this clearly, everyone: “!!!!”

My heaven, my earth, my grandpa, my aunt!

So, the destruction of Jialan City had nothing to do with the Evil Emperor. They were killed by Feng Zhiyi's father!

In bold and in capital letters: The Evil Emperor didn't kill anyone at all!

I'm super??!

I've been cursing for six hundred years, and you're telling me that I'm cursing the wrong person?

It was as if I had witnessed the shocking moment when history was rewritten, and a trembling electric current ran from my spine to the back of my neck and then to my face.

Sour.

numb.

After calming down a little, they couldn't wait to know the truth, so they looked at the screen again.

……

within the screen.

In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion in the distance, Feng Zhiyi's Nascent Soul was still condensing, and his unstoppable breakthrough was still continuing.

The rain is still falling, and Feng Qingjue is not dead yet.

Zhu Jiu calculated the time.

She, Zhang Jiji, who had accomplished his mission, and Feng Qingjue, who had failed on the verge of success, had some time to chat in front of this dead city.

Time is a bit tight.

Several people thought that Zhu Jiude was angry and killed people first.

but no.

Zhu Jiu first took out a piece of plain clothing with a hazy glow from his storage ring, and used magic to carefully put it on Su Huan's body, then wiped her face, removed the scars, and dried her hair.

He took out a jade porcelain bottle of elixir, looked at it for a few seconds, and put it in the other person's hand.

She made it today on her way to Chunyan Tower. When she passed by Liu Shudan Pavilion, she borrowed the alchemy room to make it.

No need to say what it is, because the person who was supposed to receive it can no longer use it.

Just a little late.

Zhu Jiu, who was burying Su Huan's body, was very cold.

After dealing with it, he turned around and castrated the stupid Jindan-stage cultivators who were almost going crazy due to the sudden change.

While castrating, sprinkle salt on it, then torture it over and over again with a crackling sound, and then let the dirty thing leave this beautiful world.

At this time, Zhang Jiji, who was over 300 years old and had completely lost his cultivation and was dying, finally showed a look of horror.

Even the grief of having all his efforts wasted and witnessing everyone die in an instant was briefly ignored.

As Zhu Jiu walked towards him step by step carrying the salt bag and the sword, Zhang Jiji's old eyes opened wider and wider, and finally broke through his defense.

He gritted his teeth, his tongue mixed with blood as he spoke indistinctly: "I swear, I really just asked them to catch those two girls, and strictly forbade them to do anything tricky!"

Zhang Jiji spoke very sincerely, and he almost poured out his heart to prove himself to Zhu Jiu.

"So what?" Zhu Jiu stopped and asked.

Zhang Jiji's muddy goatee was no longer well-maintained. He clamped his legs together and said with a slap on his face, "Please don't torture me."

"..."

Zhu Jiu said indifferently, "You mean you didn't let them touch Baihe, but you didn't mention Su Huan.

"He is high above everyone else, controlling the life and death of mortal women. Naturally, he won't take her seriously."

Nor will I take more "Su Huan" to heart.

Lily is a cultivator after all. In this city where 80% of the people are mortals, she has many options for career development. She can also be respected by joining the city defense army. But why does she have to live in fear and hide from others?

Apart from the sanction from Zhang Jiji, there is no other thought.

Even Lily is like this. Based on the style of Chunyanlou, how can other people, especially those from other cities, be any better?

Zhang Jiji's expression suddenly froze when he heard this. The heavy rain was like needles, piercing his face. He saw that the ends of Zhu Jiu's hair were slightly wet, and he lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, "But I care."

Zhang Jiji gasped a few times, his expression fierce and determined.

"I never think it's wrong to use some useless people in exchange for more people's survival and happiness."

Zhu Jiu nodded, "Yeah."

Zhang Jiji: “?”

Zhu Jiu began to pour salt on his wounds, and added some unknown ingredients, like burning paper on a grave, and rubbed it in, "It's okay, whoever is stronger will be the one to listen to, it doesn't matter what you think."

She took the time to smile at him, "Right?"

The burning pain from the wound even seemed to penetrate into his soul. It was not something given by the battlefield as an honor that he regarded as an insult, but merely an insult from a strong man.

Zhang Jiji was stunned for a moment, and his rock-hard determination suddenly wavered a little.

He suddenly felt very desolate, looking at the silent dead city in front of him, with no energy and spirit, as if he was about to die, "Is everything I have done for Jialan City worthless?"

"Hahaha, of course there are. There are so many monks of the same generation, but I only let you live until now because you are good at making money."

"You are so patient. You have been sitting still for three hundred years. I thought you knew nothing. It turns out you have already guessed it and were looking for an opportunity!"

Obviously, that opportunity was Zhu Jiu.

Feng Qingjue laughed loudly on the city wall where no one was left, bathing in the heavy rain, feeling indescribably happy, just like the joy that a mortal feels at the moment of achieving success.

A face that used to be kind and moderate seemed like a different person because of the sinister look that was revealed.

Perhaps, he was another person.

Feng Qingcheng, who had been humiliated all his life under the aura of the genius of the real Feng Qingjue.

Zhang Jiji turned around and stared at him resentfully, roaring with all his might, "Feng Qingcheng! You are a despicable, shameless, and ruthless bastard!"

Feng Qingcheng felt as if he was basking in the spring breeze when he heard the scolding. After all, didn’t this foreshadow his own success?

He ignored him and looked at Zhu Jiu with interest. "Fairy Zhu Jiu reacted quickly. I guess she already had suspicions?"

Zhu Jiu turned around with an indifferent expression. She saw Feng Qingcheng's arrogance and provocation, but she was not angry. Instead, she did as he wished and told him everything she had speculated about.

More than three hundred years ago, the twins Feng Qingjue and Feng Qingcheng were born together.

The elder brother Feng Qingjue is a genius, while the younger brother Feng Qingcheng always lives a mediocre life under his halo.

On the eve of the assessment, Feng Qingcheng used some mysterious means to plunder and enhance Feng Qingjue's swordsmanship achievements, which made a sensation and he was accepted as a true disciple. As a result, Feng Qingjue could no longer display his sword intent, and his genius was tarnished.

But Feng Qingcheng's mysterious methods can only last for a very short period of time, and he is essentially still that good-for-nothing mediocre person.

In order to cover up everything, he told Feng Qingjue about the Mingjian Grass before the farewell banquet. Feng Qingjue was at a low point and was unwilling to give up the opportunity to comprehend the sword intent again, so he took the risk and went there.

Feng Qingcheng attended the event pretending to be Feng Qingjue, and finally completely replaced the deceased Feng Qingjue.

This is the drama of replacing the prince with a cat that has lasted for three hundred years.

But things didn't end there.

The unattainable ambition of youth has trapped Feng Qingcheng for life, and his desire to become a sword-fighting genius has not diminished with the passage of time.

But the gap between ordinary people and geniuses is like a chasm. He spent nearly three hundred years but was unable to truly touch the sword intent.

His unwillingness and obsession prompted him to tamper with the city defense formation, secretly transforming the formation that was supposed to protect the city into a murderous formation that sucked Jia Lan's life force bit by bit and condensed a sword embryo.

The poisonous miasma was just a bright but effective trick to trap the Jialan people in the city.

This can be proven by the fact that the poisonous miasma has existed for hundreds of years and that the descendants of monsters such as the King Kong Ape are still thriving.

Why did the Jialan people start to behave abnormally twenty years ago? Why were only humans affected?

This is because the modified city defense formation was activated twenty years ago.

There was half of the sword embryo in Feng Zhiyi's body, which meant that the city defense formation had sucked at least half of the vitality of the Jialan people.

That is to say-

From the moment Zhu Jiu saw the Jialan people, he realized that they were essentially half human and half ghost. As a result, their day and night were reversed, they had few offspring, and both men and women were obsessed with outsiders.

What they love is not people like Lily, but the complete and vigorous vitality in them. They plunder it through intercourse, and when the outsiders are gradually assimilated, they will naturally lose interest.

Why couldn’t Zhu Jiu see anything unusual about these people?

Because she was unable to use her spiritual consciousness from beginning to end.

Why aren't the Jialan people obsessed with her as an outsider?

Because Zhu Jiu himself has a damaged soul and weak vitality, he is equivalent to being half human and half ghost.

The other thing is.

Feng Zhiyi's sword embryo was nourished with half of the vitality of the entire Jialan people. This is equivalent to the sword embryo being their child, which is also similar to Feng Zhiyi being their child.

So no matter who you are, you instinctively love Feng Zhiyi.

This can be proved by the fact that no matter how old the man or woman is, they have never developed any romantic feelings for Feng Zhiyi, because they are his "parents", deformed "parents".

They looked at any woman who approached Feng Zhiyi with critical eyes, and Zhu Jiu would just force them to realize that "your son is just like that" before they had to respect and approve of him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Jiu couldn't help but look at the half-dead Zhang Jiji. The latter was able to achieve this point today, which was actually equivalent to transcending instinct and choosing to sacrifice his own son for the sake of the Jialan people.

After all, as parents, they usually won't destroy their offspring because of their blood-sucking.

But the sword embryo is a collection of their grievances, so the sword embryo always looks for opportunities to hurt Feng Zhiyi.

As for today, Feng Qingcheng actually wanted to completely perfect the sword embryo at midnight on the eve of the test.

When Zhu Jiu deduced this, he knew that once Feng Qingcheng saw the abnormality of her barrier, he would not wait any longer, and he would close the formation early even if there were flaws.

So Zhu Jiu's sword was too late after all.