Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Entering the martial arts world alone, you can show off your sword and slash with sword shadows to experience the bloody storm of the martial arts world; you can warm the hearts of people and cool the world to appreciate the various styles of the children of the martial arts world; you can walk alone and appreciate the long and leisurely journey of the martial arts world; you can...

Actually, you can do anything, but you can't read people's hearts or test human nature!

The reason is very simple. There is no human heart or human nature in the world. Everyone in the world is a chess piece. How can a chess piece have a heart and nature?

The interesting thing is that everyone thinks that they are the chess player, and it is not wrong to think so, because everyone has a chess game in their heart. It’s just that people don’t realize that the chess game in their heart may not be as good as a chess piece in someone else’s hand!

Outside the Die Temple, Ouyang Xiangzhi is just a chess piece in the hands of others, but this chess piece seems to be comparable to the chess game in Jianying City where many heroes are competing for supremacy!

Perhaps it was because Ouyang Xiangzhi was outside Jianying City, outside the chess game in the hearts of all the heroes!

The heroes in Jianying City were secretly planning a chess game, with only one word in mind: fight, open and covert fight!

Outside Jianying City, the people who planned the plan seemed to have only one word in their minds: watch, watch with cold eyes!

But someone wants to remove this bystander chess piece, because this chess piece has a heart, and it holds hatred in its heart!

Outside the temple, the storyteller Wan Ning retreated directly into the temple and said with a smile:

"You guys call first, I'll ask later. I haven't decided whether to ask for directions or people!"

Ouyang Hanqing knew the storyteller Wan Ning, because Wan Ning and her grandfather, the fortune-teller, had lived in Qinghan Bie She! And the fortune-teller had also told Ouyang Hanqing a fortune.

The result of the hexagram is just one sentence:

"What a pity, your Qinghan will not be given away!"

Ouyang Hanqing didn't know what he meant at the time, but after meeting Murong Ruoxi and Xiao Yingxu, he said it out loud:

"What a pity, I have to give up my Qinghan!"

Ouyang Hanqing turned his head and looked at Wan Ning, and said softly:

"Little girl, if I don't die today, I will ask for another divination someday!"

"Okay, okay, I'm short of money recently, give me the money first..."

Before Wan Ning finished speaking, Ouyang Hanqing disappeared.

Outside the temple, snow is flying all over the sky and sword energy is everywhere!

Wan Ning shook her head and muttered to herself:

"Don't listen to me. My grandpa is not free to tell fortunes recently. But you have to pay first, because this is the money to save your life!"

Outside the temple, Ouyang Hanqing was holding the holy sword Dai Lan in the wind and snow, a little flustered, because there was sword energy everywhere, and he had no idea which was the sword and which was sword energy.

Ouyang Hanqing's true energy and sword energy seemed to be imprisoned. No matter how he mobilized his true energy or swung the holy sword in his hand, his sword energy could not escape and his true energy could not flow out!

Ouyang Hanqing also had another feeling, that the harder he attacked, the more seriously injured he seemed to be, but the sword energy all over the sky forced him to keep intensifying his attacks!

Soon, snow was flying all over the sky, and the snow was stained with blood!

On the second floor of the temple, Ouyang Xiangzhi kept making seals with her hands. Although she couldn't see Ouyang Hanqing in the snow, she knew the fighting situation inside and sighed in her heart:

“No matter how strong a dying person is, when he fights with a living person, he will always feel that something is missing!”

"The Ouyang Hidden World lineage will have no more descendants after today!"

After Ouyang Xiangzhi finished speaking, he flew up, and sixteen phantoms scattered around, each holding a sword!

"Ouyang Hanqing, before I die, I'll let you see the Dark Glory Killing Technique!"

Ouyang Xiangzhi appeared in sixteen figures, holding sixteen swords. There were brilliant swords in the dark shadows, and dark shadows in the brilliant light. The shadows and sword lights flew into the falling snow at the same time.

After thirty-two screams, the snow scattered and human figures emerged. Ouyang Hanqing fell like a dead leaf, but he did not die because the dark blue holy sword was still shining.

When Ouyang Hanqing was about to hit the ground, he turned over and knelt on one knee, leaning on the Holy Sword Dailan, refusing to fall! There were thirty-one wounds on his body, and blood was flowing. The Holy Sword Dailan blocked the fatal sword in his chest!

On the second floor of the temple, Ouyang Xiangzhi's face was also pale, with only a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ouyang Hanqing quietly and said in a cold voice:

"What's wrong with living in hatred? Why do you have to seek death?"

"Is the source of the split in the Ouyang family at Dry Bone Mountain really the natural change in people's hearts?"

Ouyang Hanqing seemed to be talking to himself!

"Does it matter? Who knows what happened hundreds of years ago?"

Ouyang Hanqing raised his head with great effort, looked at Ouyang Xiangzhi, and whispered:

"Then where does the hatred in your heart come from?"

"Revenge, revenge lies in the future. Why would I care about the life and death of our ancestors? But our lineage has no future. Now the Ouyang family has no future either, right? But it's better this way. Three parts of the family belong to one world!"

Ouyang Xiangzhi no longer had the pleasure of revenge in her heart. After hundreds of years, the initial pleasure had long since disappeared. She even felt that she was taking revenge just for the sake of revenge!

Ouyang Xiangzhi looked at Ouyang Hanqing with some pity and whispered:

"You can go with peace of mind. When Jianying City is destroyed, I will bury the bones of the three Ouyang veins in the Dry Bone Mountain!"

After Ouyang Xiangzhi finished speaking, a sword flew out from behind and shot straight into Ouyang Hanqing's heart!

"Remember to give me money later. Money for saving my life! And money for fortune-telling too!"

Outside the temple, the storyteller Wan Ning snatched the holy sword Dai Lan and blocked the sword.

Ouyang Hanqing lay directly on the ground, just like Shen Yichen when he first arrived, lying on the ground dying, looking at Wan Ning's back.

"Old witch, I've made up my mind. I'm not asking for directions, I want to know where that guy is. I wonder if he was killed by you two?"

The dying Ouyang Hanqing looked at Wan Ning's back in shock, but he really couldn't react at all!

On the second floor of the temple, Ouyang Xiangzhi frowned deeply because the Holy Sword Dailan was spinning in Wan Ning's hand, and it was spinning around a finger! It seemed that the Holy Sword Dailan was not a sword, but a needle, an embroidery needle!

Ouyang Xiangzhi asked herself that she couldn't do it, that was a holy sword! She exclaimed:

"who are you?"

Ouyang Xiangzhi did not make another move.

"You are the one who asks people instead of directions. Didn't I just say that?"

Wan Ning didn't seem to care at all, nor was she afraid!

Ouyang Xiangzhi pondered for a long time and responded:

"That boy entered the Dusk Temple!"

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk! Old witch, you can fool Ouyang Hanqing, but you can't fool me. If you don't die, how can the door of the Dusk Temple be opened?"

Ouyang Xiangzhi's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he exclaimed:

"You, who are you?"

"The spirit of the undead guardian of the Twilight Temple is the key to open the door of the Twilight Temple. That kid is probably walking around in circles in the corridor inside the Twilight Temple now!"

The storyteller Wan Ning had a smiling expression on her face the whole time, as if everything was very natural.

But Ouyang Xiangzhi was horrified! Because only she knew these secrets.

Ouyang Xiangzhi had never told anyone that the Messenger of the Undead not only refers to the Emperor's Sword Atlas, but also the temple keepers, and the Youhuang Killing Technique is to accumulate the energy of the undead. Each generation of temple keepers will inherit the energy of the undead so that when the destined person appears in the world, they can open the door of the Dusk Temple.

But Ouyang Xiangzhi didn't want to die yet. She wanted to see the destruction of the Ouyang family in Jianying City, so she just led Shen Yichen into the Mu Temple but did not open the door. At this moment, Shen Yichen was probably complaining in the corridor!

But Ouyang Xiangzhi really didn't expect that this little girl could reveal it in just one sentence!

"Who are you exactly?"

"Is there any point in asking now? Since you are the temple keepers, you must fulfill your duties! What, are you not satisfied with the hundreds of years of prosperity and wealth of the Ouyang family?"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she shook her head and added:

"I'm not satisfied! Otherwise, why would you want to get the Emperor Sword Atlas? Sigh! You've brought this upon yourself. How could God forgive you?"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she looked at Ouyang Hanqing, shook her head, and said softly:

"Hey, I wanted to teach you how to use a sword, but you passed out. You can't blame me for that. Since that girl accompanied me in sword practice, I saved you once. Don't forget to pay me when you wake up!"

Wan Ning kicked Ouyang Hanqing into the temple, and at the same time flew up and stopped Ouyang Xiangzhi with a sword.

It's unbelievable that Ouyang Xiangzhi wanted to escape!

Wan Ning's casual sword strike was so powerful that it cut the snowflakes falling from the sky into two halves. The snowflakes were still falling, but Ouyang Xiangzhi was forced back to the top of the temple by the powerful sword energy!

"It is fate, there is no escaping it, this is the fate of a temple keeper!"

Wan Ning smiled, a very wicked smile, and the way she looked at Ouyang Xiangzhi was as if she was looking at a dead person, cold and desolate!

"Who are you exactly?"

Ouyang Xiangzhi asked the same question again, while his aura continued to radiate outwards.

"I'm the kind of person who asks people, not directions! You're asking a dead person, I only ask a living person when I need directions!"

Wan Ning held the holy sword Dai Lan in her hand, flew into the sky, and reappeared!

Sixteen swords of the void, dark and brilliant shadows!

On the top of the temple, Ouyang Xiangzhi was terrified!

"Youhuang Killing Technique, who are you?"