The villain has a white moonlight

"Yueti's and I's children are naturally extraordinary. This kind of extraordinary is born with your birth, your family background, and your bloodline. Maybe your father has put a lot of pressure on you over the years. Many times, your father also hopes that you are from an ordinary family. My child, you don’t have to bear too much,” Wang Shuo sighed softly, “It’s a pity that our identities are destined to take on one party’s responsibility. Father is the suzerain of the Wang family, and your mother, Yueti, is a Persian saint and an excellent astrologer. , in life, there is always something you can't help yourself, and you, as the future suzerain of the Langya Wang Clan, are even more so."

Wang Shuo flipped his hand to call out the red Zhangzhang staff, and combined it with the Suzaku sword in Wang Huan's hand. Garuda's wings spread wildly, shining brightly against the firelight. The handover ceremony of the new suzerain of the Langya Wang family was simply desolate.

For the first time, a look of nervous anxiety appeared on the cold and sharp face of the young man in red bird clothes.

On the other hand, Wang Shuo calmly smoothed the long brown-red hair under the golden-winged bird's crown for the young man, and said calmly, "I can't tell you all about father's schemes. There is only one thing you need to remember. Land, you must protect yourself well first, then you can protect Langya Wang Clan, Xiujie, and your beloved one well."

Wang Huan tried hard to break free from the restraint, but his forehead was full of veins.

"Back then, Yueti's astrology predicted that there would be a blood disaster caused by a supernatural cultivator in the world of cultivation. We were preparing for the elimination of the demon. Father has been trying to solve the people and things that may be the culprit in the bud, but the rise of the Tang family is too high. It was so fast that even I was caught off guard, so I could only lie dormant by his side to gain his trust. This time, I am fully sure that I will give him a fatal blow." Wang Shuo closed his eyes, and his voice was low, but extremely firm, " Tang Min is exhausted, but the world is boundless, everything in the future needs you, Huan'er, to face alone, I believe that whether it is Wang's suzerain, husband, or father, you will do better than dad."

There was a touch of sadness in the air, and just as he finished speaking, the bell in Wang Shuo's hand lit up red, and he turned the bell, and as the bell rang, Tang Min's voice came from over there.

"Xiaoyaohou, how are your affairs going?"

"Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor, I have found the place where the Cloud Piercing Arrow was made. Unfortunately, I don't know who leaked the news. The group of miscellaneous cultivators have already evacuated first." Wang Shuo's usual smirk appeared on Wang Shuo's face, and his tone was greasy. flattery of man.

"Hmph, everyone is running fast, I don't believe it, mere ordinary soldiers, what can they do?"

"The Immortal Emperor must not be careless. After all, the materials they cast arrows are not compatible with those of the dust-observing mirror. The casting method is also recorded in the ancient books of the Yuyi Kingdom."

"You are always so cautious. No wonder you are only one of the aristocratic families in Xiujie for hundreds of years. You really can't do big things like this."

"What the Immortal Emperor said is absolutely true."

"Well, next time you don't have to go to such a trivial matter. Come back and destroy Jinling City with me." The light went out, and the bell stopped ringing, but Wang Shuo still respectfully said: "Yes."

"Huan'er, you have inherited half of your mother's bloodline, her beauty, her hair color and her many advantages, you are the only thing my father thinks about in this world. You must know that when I first saw Yue Ti, I feel, I feel like she is, like the goddess of the Nine Heavens descending to earth." Wang Shuo's voice softened a lot, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, "Being married to her is the luck of my life."

Wang Shuo looked over the young man's shoulders and looked at the distant void: "When Yue Ti was pregnant with you, in order to help me cultivate the Luojia Seal Curse that can seal the five senses of a super ghost cultivator... the spiritual power wasted too much, and the body was already exhausted. But she still insisted on giving birth to you, when she passed away, all her concern and reluctance were for you."

Then he closed his eyes and raised his hand, and waved twice: "Hesheng, Fangtu, according to the prescription I gave, release some blood lock soul bells for Huan'er, take good care of him.

"Yes, Sovereign." A young man and a girl came out from behind the rock.

A mist rose from the eyes of the boy who was fixed in place, but he still couldn't undo the forbidden speech technique of the fixed body formula.

"I talked too much today, forgive me... On the way here, I kept telling myself, talk less, be more straightforward, ha, but I still said so much, probably because I am old, our father and son Emotional estrangement and unresolved knots in my heart, I am not qualified to argue, but whether you believe it or not..., in my heart, from the beginning to the end, there is only your mother, Yueti." After finishing speaking, he hurried away without looking back. Leaving, no longer calm and calm before.

The young man tried his best and only broke through the forbidden speech technique.

"Wang Shuo! Come back!" All the years of hatred, grievance and anger, among thousands of words, only one sentence came back at this moment.

However, Wang Shuo only stopped for a while, and finally left.

Wang Huan watched helplessly as his father disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.

Two attendants helped the young man back to the room, fed him Mabosan, and prepared to take out the blood-spotted soul-locking bell on his body.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but when he woke up, He Sheng Mian Tu stood beside him and told him the situation of the battle.

Wang Huan hurried to Jinling to catch up with the final battle of the moon crusade.

Outside the city of Jinling, the army of the Tang clan and the Allied Army of the Xianmen fought fiercely. Amidst the clanging sounds of countless cold weapons colliding, there was the clear sound of the pipa like a cold spring whistling, and there were also hibiscus arrows flying across the battlefield. Under heavy protection, Dong Gongyue took the commanding heights and successfully fired two cloud-piercing arrows in succession. Thunderous ghost howls came out from the mirror hit by the arrows, and the cracks on the mirror were densely covered like spider webs.

Tang Min, who was fully manipulating the dust-observing mirror above the clouds, finally felt a little apprehensive. He recited the formula to summon more beasts and evil spirits, and at the same time used the technique of moving mountains and seas to move the arrow-forging pool together with the entire body through the dust-observing mirror. All the volcanoes moved to the front of Jinling City in an attempt to detonate the volcano!

Ji Wuxian put his heart back into the sheath, lightly tapped his toes like a red vermilion bird and lightly landed on a tall cold pine under the new moon, the strong wind blew the young man's red clothes flying like fireworks blooming, he closed his eyes and let the ghost The flute touched the lips, the shrill sound of the flute was like the howling of a spirit bird, a song of Xiao Yin mobilized a group of ghosts to attack the Tang family.Lan Xizhi was Yujian Liuguang, and led the group of heroes to the crater. The monks quickly followed the instructions to the various positions where the formation was established. With a wave of their sleeves, the white paper butterflies in the sky were injected with powerful spiritual power at the same time, whistling around the crater Galloping away, it was like a snow-colored wall blocking the hot magma inside.

The magma rose higher and higher like a rising tide, white paper butterflies flew out of Lan Xizhi's sleeves continuously, and the ever-increasing dams also continued to rapidly consume his spiritual power, but Lan Xizhi's expression remained unchanged and he was not stingy.

Tang Min was furious, and ordered Wang Shuo, who was standing beside him, to hold the dust-observing mirror with him and fight with all the immortals. Wang Shuo covered the mirror with his hand like a flutter, and there was a gap in the white butterfly wall in an instant. Because Lan Xizhi was trying his best to contain the volcano that was on the verge of collapse.

When Tang Min was fighting with all his strength, Wang Shuo stabbed the long sword into the back of Tang Min's heart with his backhand.

It was the result of countless rehearsals in his mind when he accompanied Tang Min at the same distance and position countless times.

One blow is fatal, and the shot is quick and ruthless.

During the battle, all the immortal sects had no time to think about the battle above the clouds, and some of them were still secretly glad that Wang Shuo and Tang Min's dog bite the dog, and it was the way of heaven that finally stood on the right side.

Shocked, Tang Min slapped Wang Shuo's heart with a palm. After receiving the palm, Wang Shuo spurted out a mouthful of blood. The long sword didn't stop at all, and the chanting formula quickly twisted around Tang Min's heart, and the dark red gold-rimmed curse pattern flowing from his fingertips moved down the blade like a living thing, climbing quickly. It covered Tang Min's whole body, binding him like a chain.

The Immortal Emperor had a ferocious face full of anger and resentment, and eight tentacles emerged from behind to entangle Wang Shuo tightly, wishing to twist him into pieces immediately, but the flames ignited by the spell cut his body like Ling Chi's sharp blades. His hair, skin, and internal organs were squeezed into a pile and the pressure and severe pain made him a little powerless.

After many years of cultivation, his body was disintegrating and disintegrating. Numerous demons and ghosts broke out from Tang Min's body covered in pale robes. As his mind gradually became distracted, he was powerless to stop and reunite his demon body.

Only the anger and anger of being betrayed remained, the tentacles pierced the enemy one by one, again and again, mechanically repeating the killing within reach.

Wang Huan slashed wildly with the Suzaku sword like crazy, and the oncoming ghosts were beaten out of their wits.

"Wang Shuo! You bastard! You are not allowed to do anything!" The young man swung his sword to kill the oncoming group of ghosts, and he shouted towards the sky, already crying.

The heat wave from the billowing magma knocked Wang Shuo's gorgeous robe with the red bird pattern flying. Trying to maintain a tall and straight posture, he locked the inhuman monster with himself.

Tang's vitality was exhausted, and when the last cloud-piercing arrow was shot, everyone's eyes were focused on the dust-observing mirror.

At the same time, Wang Shuo activated the cloud-thunder formation, and several thunderbolts exploded down, hitting him and Tang Min directly.

Only now did the monks of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Gate come to their senses that Wang Shuo was going to die with Tang Min.

When he locked Tang Min and fell into the volcano, and the scalding fire and magma swallowed him, everyone discovered that Wang Shuo was not what they thought.

No one can match the demeanor of the suzerain of the Wang family, but it just faded away like a flash in the pan.

The long sword in Wang Huan's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he knelt down.

The moment his father looked at him, he understood all the emotions in it.

He couldn't hear his father's voice, but he could read his mouth shape. Is this the tacit understanding between father and son?

Wang Shuo said three words: "Live."

"Wang Shuo, do you think... that I will jump off with you?!" The boy punched the ground, but tears could not be stopped.

However, a burst of carnival erupted from the families of Xianmen and the common people in Jinling City. Tang Min was defeated. In this battle, the Righteous Way finally won.

This is a hard-won victory, a victory won by sacrificing a lot.

Those carnival sounds were mixed with crying sounds, all of them weeping with joy, with the hope that the clouds will part and the moon will shine.

And all kinds of voices of gratitude to the three great immortal sects of the Langya Wang clan and the Lan clan.

And there is no way forward for him, and there are hot magma and flames under the cliff.

Many years ago and many years later, this is the case ahead of him.