The First Tyrant of Daxia

The strange thing was that Qin Yun just stood there without saying a word or moving at all, which was very different from his usual appearance.

If it were in the past, he would have definitely been confronting Yun Zhongjun by now, but...

It seemed that the Onmyoji had transformed into an unconscious monster, suppressing the Jinyiwei, and Yun Zhongjun and his men had surrounded the place.

Chiba was a little panicked.

"Where's your old slave? Hurry up and have him kill Yun Zhongjun!"

"Where are your other men? Why haven't they come out yet?"

"If you let Yun Zhongjun succeed, you will die and I will die too!" she urged repeatedly, her dark brows tightly knitted.

But Qin Yun still didn't move, just looked at the battlefield indifferently.

Chiba wanted to say something else.

Sudden.

Wow!

An extremely cold aura was approaching. It was Yun Zhongjun. When he came, he was like a jaguar, stretching out a hand and grabbing Qin Yun directly.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Du Juan and the others exclaimed and attacked together.

But it seemed that Yun Zhongjun was a little too powerful. He turned into an afterimage and easily defeated Du Juan and several others with a few moves.

He could have taken advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, but he didn't. Instead, he targeted Qin Yun and grabbed him with one hand like an eagle's claw.

"You are mine now!"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, as if he had already seen Qin Yun being sacrificed, his luck being grafted, and immortality being achieved.

But suddenly...

Stab it!

A domineering knife appeared out of nowhere, flashing a murderous light in the darkness. It was extremely fast and its position was extremely tricky.

It seemed to have been brewing for a long time, just waiting for Yun Zhongjun to approach.

Yun Zhongjun was horrified. From the cold light of the blade, he saw Qin Yun's extremely cold face, and he raised his hand and swung the knife.

"No, it's a scam!"

He retreated desperately, his speed and reaction were already at the limit.

But it's still a little bit worse.

puff!

His waist was severely cut by the knife. It was not deep, but it did leave a large cut and blood gushed out.

"what!"

Yun Zhongjun's face was filled with pain. He covered his waist and staggered back.

"You are not the emperor!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Qin Yun held the knife in both hands, and his entire temperament changed drastically, becoming stern and cold, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

I don’t even have the ability to chop!

At this moment, Qianye, Dujuan and everyone else were shocked and confused. Yes, His Majesty's temperament was not like this, even the way he held the knife was different.

Recalling the strange behavior before.

Is it...

Just when everyone was not able to react, right in front of the temple, where the altar was located.

Suddenly, a teasing yet steady voice sounded.

"Your reaction is pretty quick. I couldn't kill you with just one blow. You have some skills."

Brush brush!

Everyone looked over.

At the altar, another Qin Yun appeared. His figure and temperament were obviously more like him, and Old Feng followed behind him.

As the saying goes, the big guys always arrive last. His sudden arrival filled the air with gale.

Yun Zhongjun's purple eyes were shocked. He felt cheated. The person in front of him was fake.

"I should have thought of it earlier. Jinyiwei is the number one organization in Daxia. How could they not understand the art of disguise?!" Qianye murmured.

I remembered the carriage Qin Yun took back before setting out. This must be the place where the real thing got swapped.

"Humph."

"so what?"

"You will surely die today and become a stepping stone to my immortality!" Yun Zhongjun went completely crazy and believed in immortality without a doubt.

Even if everything is just a vague legend.

Qin Yun sneered: "I can't even live forever, why do you think you can live forever if you kill me?"

"Have you never thought about what if you can't live forever?"

"No!" Yun Zhongjun let out a sharp roar. This sentence seemed to have hit the weak spot in his heart and directly broke his defense.

Then, a shocking scene appeared.

He suddenly pulled out his black hair with his bare hands. It turned out to be a wig. His scalp was covered with pustules, bumps and even had a piece of it shaved off.

He had only a few hairs, which made him look extremely scary, as if he had some serious illness, like a monster.

This image is completely different from the one when he first appeared, with sharp features and sword-like brows.

In the dark night's raging wind and thunder, he roared: "I have waited thirty years for this moment!"

"Your luck is rare in history. That damn immortality must be in your hands!"

After saying that, he rushed out regardless of everything, like a wild beast, at an extremely fast speed, and threw a red, ancient bottle into the air.

The bottle exploded in the sky with a bang, releasing a large amount of red mist. No one knew what it was, but after it appeared, the sky began to be filled with dark clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was going to fall.

"Ah!"

Qin Yun sneered and kicked over his altar. His black hair fluttered wildly, and he looked young and heroic, forming a sharp contrast with Yun Zhongjun, who was suffering from a strange disease and looked ugly.

"I thought you were a great man, but it turns out you are just a poor wretch with a terminal illness. Today, I will personally shatter your beautiful dream!"

"Mr. Feng, take action! Let him know what despair is, and what it means to have the will but not the strength!"

"Yes!"

Old Feng walked out. Although he was old and had a hunched back, his aura of killing gods and Buddhas was extremely terrifying.

The cloudy eyes narrowed.

Whoops!

His footsteps stirred up a strong wind as he went to fight against Yun Zhongjun.

"Tsk, I overestimated Yun Zhongjun."

"He's gone." Xuan Yunzi gently lifted the dust, looking mysterious.

"It's all his own fault. He has done so many bad things, including raising blood rays. It must be karma for him to get these diseases!" Dujuan said indifferently.

"That's right, you are very insightful!" Xuan Yunzi nodded affirmatively.

The two of them talked, and seeing the real Qin Yun come out, they felt more reassured and were no longer worried. The atmosphere actually became relaxed.

But suddenly.

Qianye, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly had a shudder in her eyes. Her charming face suddenly changed. She remembered something and exclaimed, "Not good!"

"What Yun Zhongjun just threw out was the red scale stone powder from Yin Yang Tower, what a lunatic!"

"What's wrong?" Xuan Yunzi and others' faces changed and they turned their heads suddenly.

After all, Qianye's voice and expression didn't sound like a joke, and Yun Zhongjun did throw a bottle of something into the sky just now.

"That is a special material. Once it melts and mixes with rainwater, it will become a bloody rain. Those who are contaminated will be corroded, their bodies will be covered with pus, and they will die in pain like monsters!" Qianye shouted.

"what?!"

Xuan Yunzi exclaimed.

Then he looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds covering it and rumbling thunder. He counted with his fingers again.

"not good!"

“The rain is coming!”

Looking at the horrific battlefield and the bare Osaka Kamiyama, there was not even a place to hide from the rain.

Suddenly, the faces of Du Juan and others all turned pale.

"His Majesty!"

"Run!" Several people yelled loudly and tried to get closer.

Qin Yun, who was dismantling the altar, heard the voice and frowned: "What's wrong?"