12dz Chapter 424 Defeated
Chapter 424 Defeated
"Take action?" Lu Xuan was somewhat surprised at how willing he was to die bravely.
The person who was so determined to escape just now actually gave up so easily?
But she was not as surprised as she had imagined.
This person must have realized that he had walked into a dead end of his own making, and in the end he was going to strangle himself, so he accepted his fate.
His opponent is his former self and fate.
Lu Xuan nodded.
Well, that's exactly what she meant.
She chanted a spell slowly, and raised a talisman in her hand. Five dazzling blue flames stood in her palm. As she pushed, shifted, and raised her hand, five golden lights formed a row, like a fiery snake, and immediately swam towards Jiang Yuanfeng.
Jiang Yuanfeng didn't look at Lu Xuan's actions.
His body felt numb, and he immediately felt an icy blade piercing his back, causing a sharp, cold pain like tendons being peeled off and flesh being torn apart. It was also like a steel whip tempered with cold poison, lashing at his body, drilling into bones and picking at flesh.
He gritted his teeth and resisted the terrible pain, feeling cold and shivering from the torture of Lu Xuan's five talismans.
However, when he looked at the cold yet happy expression of the woman in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed through his mind.
wrong.
This is not a technique for killing people!
The Soul Prison Formation didn't move, and my own aura remained steady...
But the woman in front of him showed no intention of stopping. She used the sect leader's order on her body as a spirit to drive the mysterious magic, which made him not only unable to resist at all, but also forced him to endure this excruciating torment every minute and every second.
He knelt on the ground in pain, and in addition to his injured right hand, he used his left hand to scratch his back, which was cold and painful.
After enduring for half an incense stick, Jiang Yuanfeng's face was covered with sweat.
He finally came back to his senses from the pain, looked up at Lu Xuan, and murmured, "This is... the Whip of the God."
Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows. "It seems I'm really old. It took me so long to remember this."
"But... Lord Jiang, do you know why I used this whip on you?"
Her voice was tinged with the mist in the forest, faint and ethereal, as soft as a cloud of smoke.
But Jiang Yuanfeng stared at the goose yellow figure with his eyes red.
He knew that this person's heart could not be as soft and light as it appeared on the surface!
This Whip is the internal martial art of the Shenji Sect, specifically used to punish unruly disciples. It can only be used by superiors on subordinates, and it is a technique that removes the mysterious power from the person being whipped!
Once upon a time...he had used it on Yu Yin.
Two drops of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose. Jiang Yuanfeng endured the pain of the divine whip and the sensation of the profound art that kept disappearing with the pain. He raised his eyes with hatred.
"Master, are you seeking revenge for Yu Yin?"
He was exhausted and had no strength at all, so when he raised his head, his voice was very hoarse.
He looked so depressed that he seemed to have only one breath left in his body. He looked pale and old.
"Perhaps!" Lu Xuan looked at the mist that dispersed in the forest. "For someone like you, whose ambitions are greater than the sky, who even resorted to using my mother's reputation to cover up her own selfish desires, and who would do anything to achieve her goals, surely nothing could be more painful to you than someone taking away your profound power with their own hands?"
He laughed weakly.
"You...are actually smarter than your mother!"
Then I guess the next step is to cut the tendons in his hands and feet, right?
These pains were bearable for him.
But, from now on, will he really have nothing to do with the Shenji Sect anymore?
He stared blankly at the vast morning mist not far away. In the mist, which was like smoke and gauze, there were scenes of him practicing martial arts in the Shenji Sect.
On a cold night, he stood alone in the falling snow.
On a scorching afternoon, he practiced spells alone under the scorching sun and wind.
As flowers bloomed and leaves fell in spring and autumn, he had no time to appreciate the scenery and was forced to memorize the Five Classics.
As the seasons change, he has only one belief in his heart.
In addition to the unbreakable shackles of becoming the sect leader, he must become the best person in the world in the field of mystical arts!
He has extraordinary blood and has been tempered by inhuman hardships.
He planned and calculated carefully all the way up.
He wants to stand out, he wants to return in glory, he wants to stand on the top of the mountain, he wants to fight for the top spot!
Looking back from the top of the mountain, he only wants to be the most powerful one in the world!
He looked at the shadow of the young man, and laughed softly through his eyes, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears from enduring pain.
Unfortunately……
Now, he has lost.
The shadow of the young man in the white mist had turned into a girl at some point, and was running around her while she was practicing martial arts, holding a windmill.
Perhaps he had already been defeated when he was in the Shenji Gate.
Because he shouldn't have fallen in love with that girl.
All the past events were like the turbulent lake, and he alone created three-foot waves, boiling and burning. He alone also experienced years of bitter cold and was frozen three feet deep.
Those efforts and persistence, those achievements and excitement, are all like fireworks exploding.
Now in his heart, he has already climbed to the highest point, has long been the master of ten thousand chariots, and has long felt the pleasure of all the power in the world.
But there was no one around him or behind him.
At the beginning, he had described that proud scene countless times, holding this prosperous country in his hands as a betrothal gift, in exchange for her calling him "husband" in a charming way.
He convinced himself countless times that as long as he reached that position, she would definitely come back, because that was the status and power she liked.
But she had already died.
A mountain breeze blew, and a few fallen leaves cut through the scene before my eyes. The past scenes dissipated with the mist, and there was only a vast expanse of white in front of me, with nothing in sight.
The mist turned into dew, which clung to the new clothes that his concubine had changed him into earlier, wetting a large area of them.
The whip on his body finally stopped as the last breath in his dantian dissipated. He swayed twice, unable to hold on, and instantly rolled to the side and fell to the ground.
Spider-web-like bloodshot threads connected into a crimson patch in his eye sockets. Through a shimmering light that was unclear whether it was mist, dew, or tears, he stared fixedly ahead.
In the mist, a faint shadow gradually became clear, and Lu Xuan, who had put off the spell, walked slowly towards him.
"Master Jiang, I have exercised my authority as the Sect Master and have dissipated all of your profound cultivation. Now, I have only one request of you."
"What, what request?"
His face was pressed against two or three wet fallen leaves, his eyes were empty, and he asked questions hesitantly.
For him, not killing him but facing such a tragic situation is undoubtedly more tormenting than killing him.
From the moment he saw the traces of his second life on Ziwei Terrace, he had a premonition that he was doomed to fail. Even if he escaped, it was only a fluke, thinking he could catch a last glimmer of light.
After all, it is useless work.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow in the court, I will tell all the civil and military officials about your and the emperor's crimes!"
Lu Xuan's voice was extremely cold. "You are no longer a member of the Xuanmen Sect, but just an ordinary old man. It's time to do things that are worthy of your official hat."
Something that goes with the official hat?
Jiang Yuanfeng smiled lightly twice.
The wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding, and waves of excruciating pain shot through his bones. In an instant, he seemed to muster up the last bit of his strength, his eyes fierce, and his cheeks trembled violently.
"He's biting his tongue!"
Seeing that Jiang Yuanfeng had lost his mysterious power, Sang Luo hurriedly ran over from a distance, but she didn't expect to see such a scene as soon as she arrived.
Lu Xuan cast a spell and a talisman suddenly shot out. In an instant, his suicide attempt was frozen in ice.
Two lines of tears overflowed from his gray eyes, and Jiang Yuanfeng suddenly felt a bit desolate and lonely.
When all the glory and honor are trampled underfoot, all the calculations and plans in this life seem like a joke.
But how could his pride be trampled upon by those mediocre people in the court? !
I just didn’t expect that I couldn’t even die?
Lu Xuan certainly knew that to take away someone like him, deprive him of his power and status, expose his hypocritical calculations, and let him fall to the dust, and be whipped in public by the person he despised the most, would be more painful than letting him die.
But cause and effect have their consequences, and this is the path he has to take.
"Your Highness, please call someone over." Lu Xuan said coldly.
Seeing that the affairs of the Shenji Sect had been dealt with, Jiang Xing nodded.
An orange firework rang out in the sky above the forest. After a while, the fire snake halfway up the mountain meandered into the forest.
The steep forest was illuminated by torches, and the previously thick white mist disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Xing said in a deep voice: "Carry the man out, throw him into the prison cart, and return to Prince Jin's Mansion!"
"Yes!"
The response was deafening. Shen Ting'an and Huang Zhiwang's subordinates worked closely together. After Lu Xuan ended the spell, they quickly dragged the man onto the prison van on the mountain road.
Lu Xuan did not cut the tendons of his hands and feet. She also wanted him to return to the court and make the conspiracy public to the world.
But for Jiang Yuanfeng at this moment, it doesn’t seem to matter whether it is interrupted or not.
He didn't want to survive.
All that remains is humiliation.
Shadow was pinned down by a group of people, with thick hemp ropes tied around his body and a cloth ball stuffed into his mouth.
When he saw the previously majestic Jiang Yuanfeng, he now looked like a sixty-year-old man. Not only was his appearance completely disfigured, but he was also injured.
The whole person was extremely excited, squeaking and struggling to run towards him.
The police knew that he was quite skilled in martial arts. Several of their own men had lost their lives trying to catch him before, so they were worried that he might cause trouble again. They had no choice but to draw their swords and chop his leg once, and only then did he behave himself.
Jiang Yuanfeng glanced at the shadow, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he looked deeply at his wound.
At the end of the first hour of the Chinese New Year, the team finally set off.
All the noise this night is silenced in the Mo Dai Mountains.
The fire snakes in the mountains gathered together to form a long winding dragon, marching towards the capital city in a mighty manner.