Chapter 709 Start Over

Once, Xu Han thought that the most terrifying thing in this world was nothing more than the collapse of heaven and earth, nothing more than the reincarnation of all tribulations.

He had already made full psychological preparations for this, but only now did he realize that he was still too naive. Sometimes, women were the most terrifying things in the world, especially when three women were together.

"Say it again?" Ye Hongjian raised her eyebrows and took a step forward.

"Young Master Xu, is this true?" Although Qin Keqing wasn't as sharp as Ye Hongjian, she also asked at that time, and her tone also carried a chill that she had never heard in her mouth before.

Anyone could feel the intense killing intent from the three of them at this moment. Su Mu'an 19 and the others even retreated to the side, not daring to participate in this "great battle".

"Say it again, just say it again." Xuan'er had the intention to oppose the two of them, and she also had the intention to declare some of her sovereignty. At this moment, she naturally did not back down. She straightened her chest, raised her head, and said again, "I am his wife!"

It was as if she was afraid that others would not be able to hear what she was saying. This time, she spoke very slowly and pronounced her words very heavily. What was comparable to this was that her words naturally entered everyone's ears without any surprise.

As soon as he said that.

Thus, the phoenix spread its wings and its spirit flames soared into the sky The black wings rose again, killing intent overflowing into the sky.

Xu Han bitterly smiled and shook his head. He extended his hand and knocked Xuan'er on the head. Then, he gritted his teeth and walked over to Ye Hongjian and Qin Keqing. He bitterly smiled and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Actually…"

"Hmph! Since you've already said this, what's there to explain?" However, before Xu Han could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ye Hongjian. The snow-white sword was unsheathed, and the golden sword suddenly lingered around the sword.

At that moment, Qin Keqing's eyes also gushed with a wisp of black. She whispered, "You dare to steal my man."

After saying that, the aura around her trembled. At that time, she seemed to have changed from Qin Keqing to Yuwen Nan Jing, who had played with Tiance Prefecture in the applause. A strange black dragon coiled around her.

"Fight! Whoever is afraid!" Xuan'er was not an easy person either. At that time, she snorted coldly and stepped out. A vast amount of demonic energy also poured out from her body.

The three women looked at each other unyielding. Killing intent surged at that moment. Almost at the same time, the three of them moved and charged towards each other.

Nineteen blinked his eyes and looked at the three of them who had already begun to fight each other. There was excitement in his eyes as well as confusion about this great battle.

"Why did they fight with their own people?" She couldn't help but ask at that time.

"Cough cough, don't worry about adults." Zhou Yuan coughed dryly from the side, but he didn't know how to solve the problem, so he could only casually perfunctorily say.

…

"What! She's Xuan'er!"

A hundred breaths later, everyone's faces revealed shock as they pointed at the black-clothed girl and shouted in disbelief.

The three of them fought too fiercely. Xu Han wanted to explain the reason, but his voice was drowned in the sword-intent demonic energy that the three of them exchanged. Without any other choice, Xu Han had no choice but to take action to suppress the attacks of the three of them. Only then did he find an opportunity to inform them of this matter.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was extremely shocked.

However, Xuan'er, who was the person involved, seemed to be unaware of the shock of the crowd. She raised her head and revealed her snow-white neck, as if she was enjoying the treatment of being looked at by the crowd.

Xu Han bitterly smiled and nodded his head. He immediately explained how he had retrieved Xuan'er's true body from Lunar Temple. Of course, he deliberately concealed Xuan'er's actions in case Ye Hongjian and the others who had just been settled down started a dispute.

Hearing Xu Han's words, although everyone was still surprised by Xuan'er's change, they had somewhat calmed down the turmoil in their hearts.

"So, Xuan'er is that Demon Lord Lu Wu?" Ye Hongjian seemed to have forgotten her displeasure just now and said with a deep gaze.

Xu Han nodded repeatedly and replied, "Although she is Lu Wu, in a sense, she is already two people from the Demon Monarch."

Ye Hongjian had already heard Xu Han's story and naturally understood the reason behind it. She nodded her head again.

Seeing this, Xu Han secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He thought that this matter had finally been cleared up, but just as this thought arose, Ye Hongjian's voice sounded again, "But what does this have to do with her claiming to be your wife?"

Qin Keqing, who had just put down her guard, frowned and gave Xu Han a puzzled look.

At that time, Xiao Nineteen seemed to have finally returned from the situation. He pointed at Xu Han and said with a sudden realization, "Oh! I know! So it was Uncle Xu who wanted to abandon his wife and son and elope with a cat, right?"

These words were like a match that lit a fuse that had just been extinguished, and a fierce battle erupted between Ye Hongjian and the other two.

…

Of course, Xu Han had thought that this trip to the Great Abyss Mountain was doomed to be extremely dangerous, but he never thought that this "danger" would come so quickly.

Fortunately, although Ye Hongjian and the others did harbor hostility towards Xuan'er, they understood that this was not the time for internal strife. This time, the three of them had only spoken ruthlessly to each other, but they did not earn any more money to fight. However, this also delayed a lot of time. By the time everyone started climbing the mountain, it was already dusk and the sky was getting darker and darker.

The snow began to fall again, endlessly, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The line of people lined up in a long line and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain. However, this path was not easy. It was unknown whether it was due to some wrong tendons or Xuan'er's provocation from time to time. Ye Hongjian, who had always been indifferent, and Qin Keqing, who had always been quiet, were inspired to fight. They always wanted to lean on Xu Han like Xuan'er.

Seeing Su Mu'an and Nineteen dumbfounded, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but curse at them for harming their morals. Then, he hurriedly covered his disciple's eyes, afraid that Nineteen would be ruined.

At this moment, Xu Han could only describe his feelings in terms of pain and happiness.

…

At this moment, Xu Han and his group finally gathered at Great Abyss Mountain, and something was happening in Chang'an, far away from Great Zhou.

In the Tian Ce Mansion of the past, in the Saint King Manor of the present.

The black-clothed monk's face was still deathly pale. He seemed to have lost his ability to move and had to rely on the tall Wilde pushing his wheelchair before he could move. The skinny Montenegro was still standing behind him, like the shadow of a monk, always inseparable from each other.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the grey snow began to fall in Chang'an City again.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The black-clothed monk who was pushed out of the Saint King's Mansion coughed violently in the cold wind. Behind him, Wilde hurriedly asked, "Hall Master, are you alright? Do you want some clothes?"

The monk shook his head and said, "I'm not sick. It's futile to add ten more clothes. Let's go. Don't let His Majesty wait too long."

Hearing this, Montenegro frowned, but he didn't say anything. Wilde's mind was simple. However, at that time, Nuo Nuo nodded but didn't say anything. He was pushed towards the direction of Pu Tian Palace by the monk.

It had been snowing heavily for a long time. The streets of Chang'an City were covered with snow. Three figures walked forward in the snow, leaving behind two clearly visible wheel marks in the snow.

They walked for a long time until they arrived at the gate of the Pu Tian Palace. The lofty palace gate slowly opened without any need for them to do anything. The palace gate was similarly cold, and apart from a few soldiers in the palace, there was almost no sign of strangers.

Although this situation was somewhat strange, Montenegro and Wilde seemed to have adapted to it long ago and did not feel that it was inappropriate. However, just as they were about to push the black-clothed monk into the palace gate, the black-clothed monk suddenly extended his hand to stop the two of them from doing so. The two of them were stunned. They couldn't help but cast strange gazes at the monk. However, the monk didn't pay any attention to them. He only slowly and painstakingly turned his head around and looked behind him.

"Hall Master, what's wrong?" Montenegro asked at that time.

However, the monk still did not answer. Instead, he looked behind him with a deep brow.

Grey snow fell from the horizon, almost invading his eyes. The once bustling streets of Chang'an City were covered with snow, but pedestrians were scattered, disappearing and no longer looking like back then.

"This snow … has been falling for too long." The monk muttered to himself.

"Time to stop."

But his voice was so soft that the two people beside him could not hear what he was saying.

"What did Hall Master say?" Wilde didn't have as many thoughts as Montenegro. He thought that his Palace Master had given him an order, so he leaned his head over and listened respectfully.

"Nothing." At that time, the monk turned his head and looked at Pu Tian Palace, who was similarly cold, and said, "Let's go."

…

In front of the Wei Yang Palace of Pu Tian Palace, it was probably the liveliest but also the most deserted place in the entire Great Zhou.

Its liveliness lay in the dense crowd of white-clothed teenagers and young girls in front of the palace gate. They were divided into two groups, with more than twenty people in front and thousands behind. Without exception, a cold and gloomy aura filled his entire body. And its loneliness was no different from those boys and girls at this moment. It was like a statue, and even the sound of breathing could not be captured.

On the high platform of Wei Yang Palace, a purple-eyed girl dressed in royal robes was sitting high on the stage. Her gaze was empty as she looked ahead, as if her soul was traveling beyond the heavens.

"Hall Master has arrived!" At this time, a shrill voice came from outside the palace gate. The crowd was still silent. Only the purple-eyed girl seemed to have regained her senses at that time. A divine light flashed in her empty eyes and she reached out to lightly tap the desk beside her. She lightly spat out two words, "Please."

As a result, the doors of the Wei Yang Palace were pushed open. The wind and snow howled outside the palace doors, but when they reached the palace doors, they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier. All of them gathered outside the palace doors, but there was no way they could be blown in.

At that time, three figures passed through the snowstorm and arrived at the entrance of the hall.

The young boys and girls standing in front of the hall knelt down and shouted, "Greetings, Hall Master."

The black-clothed monk who was sitting in the wheelchair waved his hand with dim interest. Only then did the icy-looking young boys and girls stand up.

Afterwards, Montenegro stood in front of the group of young boys and girls. Wilde pushed the black-clothed monk to the high platform. The purple-eyed girl bowed slightly to the purple-eyed girl before retreating to stand side by side with Montenegro.

"How's it going? Are you feeling better lately?" The purple-eyed girl looked at the pale-faced black-clothed monk with a rare smile on her face.

"Thanks to His Majesty, your health has improved recently." The monk replied in this manner, but the weak expression on his face made the things he said not very convincing.

The purple-eyed girl naturally saw the clue. She paused for a moment, but she did not say anything to expose the monk's obvious lies.

She turned to look at the thousands of white-robed young boys and girls below the stage. Her expression was profound, and her gaze seemed to have seen through those children the scene of the prosperous dynasty standing at the top of the world a long time ago. Thinking of this, the corner of her mouth hooked into a smile. However, that smile carried a hint of madness and distortion.

"It's fine. Everything will be fine in a few more days." She murmured softly, as if she was speaking to herself, as if she was speaking to the monk beside her.

However, no matter who she was talking to, she could not hide the monk sitting beside her.

The black-clothed monk turned his head to look at her. Looking at the sharpness and coldness flickering in his purple pupils, he suddenly sighed with emotion. At that time, he asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"Regret?" A strange expression flashed in the purple-eyed girl's eyes. Then, a surprised expression appeared on her face. She looked up and down at the black-clothed monk with a strange gaze, as if it was the first time she knew the person in front of her. She said, "Everyone in this world can ask me and not regret it. Only you can't."

The black-clothed man had yet to refute the purple-eyed girl's words. Of course, just as the purple-eyed girl had said, he was unable to refute this point.

"Cough cough cough cough." The monk coughed violently and said weakly, "I've been sitting alone in my room these days, thinking about a lot of things."

"Will the snow in the sky keep falling like this…"

"Can a dead dragon really nirvana like a phoenix?"

"Are we scheming against this world, or are others scheming against us?"

The monk spoke earnestly, as if he was trying to convey something to the girl. However, the more he spoke, the more murderous the girl's eyebrows became.

After the monk finished speaking, the purple-eyed girl frowned and stared at the monk. Then, she replied word by word, "We … can't turn back … You taught me this, so you have to take me to finish him."

The monk was stunned. In that instant, he seemed to have aged a lot again. The divine light in his eyes also dimmed a lot at that time.

He nodded and fell silent.

However, the purple-eyed girl did not withdraw her gaze. She continued to stare at the monk, as if she wanted to see through the monk's body to see through something hidden beneath him.

"You're very strange. He's the one who's affecting you." After a strange purple light flashed in her eyes, she suddenly said.

"Huh?" Tyrant raised his head in confusion.

The purple-eyed girl did not say anything further. She suddenly extended her hand and held it in the air. At that moment, a dense purple energy condensed in her hand. In the next moment, she suddenly took action and pressed her palm together with the purple energy condensed in her palm onto the black-clothed monk's chest.

He hadn't expected the black-clothed monk to succeed without any resistance from the purple-eyed girl.

The purple energy instantly poured into the monk's body, causing his body to tremble as if he had been heavily injured.

"Hall Master!" Seeing this, Montenegro and Wilde, who were standing below the stage, immediately cried out in alarm, The purple-eyed girl subconsciously stepped forward, but at that moment, she turned her head to look at the two of them. A cold killing intent instantly enveloped the two of them. Immediately after, an invisible Spiritual Energy barrier also blocked their bodies, causing them to be unable to move at that moment. They could only watch helplessly as everything happened in front of them.

Along with the influx of that power, the black-clothed monk's body began to tremble violently at the beginning and gradually calmed down after more than ten breaths of time.

A golden light seemed to have been expelled from his body, and it hastily escaped from his body, condensing into a blurry golden figure in the air of the Wei Yang Palace. It was a person who was exactly the same as the black-clothed monk, but his expression was calm, lacking some of the monk's murderous aura.

When the purple-eyed girl saw the figure clearly, she immediately let out a cold snort and said, "The ghost will not dissipate."

The golden figure smiled faintly and even bowed to the young girl. "We are one, we are both glorious and we are both disadvantaged. Why don't we say that?" He said.

"Hmph! Demonic shock." The purple-eyed girl did not have the interest to speak to the figure. She waved her long sleeve and a purple light gushed out. At that moment, the golden figure was unable to withstand the purple majestic intent and was about to collapse.

"Buddha and demon coexist. One thought becomes a devil, the other thought becomes a Buddha. Who is a Buddha? Who can explain who is a devil?" However, facing the impending death, the golden figure did not show the slightest bit of panic. Instead, it bowed towards the young girl once again. After saying this, the figure slowly dissipated amidst the endless echoes.

Seeing this, Montenegro and Wilde suddenly understood that their emperor did not want to harm the hall master, but to dispel the "demonic shock" in his heart. The purple-eyed girl also dissipated the barrier that trapped the two of them at that time. The two of them naturally knew that they had some misgivings about women, so they lowered their heads at that time, not daring to say anything else.

The young girl only glanced at the two of them indifferently, and it was obvious that she did not take this matter to heart too much.

At that time, the black-clothed monk finally appeared on his pale face. He said solemnly with a deep brow, one word at a time.

"Don't give up."

"You and I still have a chance to start over."

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