Yan Shouyi did not hesitate to expose Jiang Wuya's hypocritical mask.
How could there be any sympathy for someone who would offer up his own wife and daughter?
Stepping back, Jiang Wuya had no choice a thousand years ago, but wasn't he still targeting Yu Luming thousands of years later?
So-called relatives were nothing more than stepping stones to the supreme throne in Jiang Wuya's eyes, sacrificeable at any moment.
The reason Jiang Wuya came to the Zhenguo Shrine year after year to repent was by no means out of regret!
"Wait..."
Yan Shouyi seemed to have noticed a detail.
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Unless...
Unless there was something in the Zhenguo Shrine that Jiang Wuya cared about, and he wouldn't be at ease without seeing it for himself?
Could it be...
Yan Shouyi's gaze shifted upwards, towards the Zhenguo Sword within the Zhenguo Shrine.
Before Jiang Wuya's wife died, she had cursed him, saying that the Zhenguo Sword would be the only peerless weapon capable of killing Jiang Wuya.
Could it be that Jiang Wuya had come to see the Zhenguo Sword?!
He was afraid that I would take the Zhenguo Sword, so he couldn't rest easy and came to check?
At this thought, Yan Shouyi's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Jiang Wuya also noticed Yan Shouyi's subtle expression, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
The two looked at each other in silence.
The next second, Yan Shouyi dashed towards the Zhenguo Shrine, shouting in his heart to Long Feicheng:
"Little Long, the Zhenguo Sword is the only weapon that can kill Jiang Wuya, come and snatch it with me!!"
"Huh? Ah? Nani?"
Long Feicheng had not yet reacted when Yan Shouyi, carrying the Zanpakuto, rushed into the Zhenguo Shrine.
At the same time, Jiang Wuya showed a look of panic.
He stomped his foot, directly using the Qi Men Dun Jia technique, summoning all the neatly paved bluestone slabs on the ground and piecing them together around the Zhenguo Shrine, forming a densely sealed bunker!
Yan Shouyi was blocked outside. Although he frowned, his eyes revealed hope.
"I understand, I understand!"
"Jiang Wuya never wanted immortality; the method of immortality was easy for him. What he truly feared was the Zhenguo Sword, and he wanted to escape the curse that he would be killed by the Zhenguo Sword!!"
"That's why he refined himself into a Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppet and tried every means to get rid of me, because he was afraid that one day I would kill him!!"
It was only now that Long Feicheng finally understood Yan Shouyi's meaning.
He said excitedly, "So, as long as we get the Zhenguo Sword, we can kill Jiang Wuya?"
"We definitely can!"
Yan Shouyi stared intently at the Zhenguo Shrine. Although it was now heavily guarded by Jiang Wuya, the Zhenguo Sword was already trapped, and it wouldn't be difficult to obtain it!
The Zhenguo Sword only recognized General Qing Jiang, and Yan Shouyi was the reincarnation of General Qing Jiang, so he could definitely wield it; however, Jiang Wuya could not, so he could only guard the Zhenguo Shrine and not give Yan Shouyi a chance to obtain the Zhenguo Sword!
"Jiang Wuya, your death day has come!!"
Yan Shouyi laughed heartily and directly slashed at the bluestone slabs with the Zanpakuto!
He unleashed all the malevolent energy within his body, and the seal of the Zanpakuto was also released. The terrifying malevolent energy almost engulfed the entire General's Mansion.
At this critical juncture of life and death, Yan Shouyi no longer needed to restrain his strength!
"Damn General Qing Jiang!!"
Inside the Zhenguo Shrine, Jiang Wuya looked at the faintly trembling Zhenguo Sword, his heart filled with extreme fear.
He had underestimated Yan Shouyi's intelligence and didn't expect Yan Shouyi to discover the clue so quickly and find his weakness.
The Zhenguo Sword seemed to sense Yan Shouyi's presence and also wanted to break free from its restraints.
However, Jiang Wuya would not let it happen.
With a wave of his hand, the floor of the Zhenguo Shrine suddenly shattered, and countless Qi-generating roots drilled out from the ground, coiling around the broken statues like pythons, pressing the Zhenguo Sword down firmly.
The Zhenguo Sword had been sealed for many years, and its power had been weakened. It was no match for the divine tree at all.
Jiang Wuya looked up at the ceiling again, his face grim, and said:
"Yan Shouyi, if you dare to come to Daqing Mountain, you won't leave alive!"
Outside the Zhenguo Shrine, Yan Shouyi was fiercely attacking the bluestone fortress.
Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and more than a dozen Qi-generating roots, as thick as water tanks, drilled out and slammed hard at Yan Shouyi!
Yan Shouyi snorted coldly. Seeing the approaching Qi-generating roots, he unleashed a slash, instantly severing them.
The severed Qi-generating roots fell to the ground, crushing the millennia-old ruins and raising a cloud of dust.
However, countless wails came from within the dust.
Yan Shouyi looked down intently and saw that the severed Qi-generating roots had turned into trapped souls.
These souls wore clothes that clearly did not belong to this era. They were mostly subjects of the Qing Jiang Kingdom from a thousand years ago!
"Jiang Wuya sacrificed the souls of those commoners to the divine tree, and the divine tree transformed them into Qi-generating roots. Were those souls imprisoned along with the divine tree for a thousand years?!"
Yan Shouyi's face darkened. He felt that his title of God Slayer was just an empty boast; the real God Slayer was Jiang Wuya!
Before he could think further, other Qi-generating roots swung towards Yan Shouyi again. Strangely, countless distorted and pained faces grew on the Qi-generating roots, and pale hands stretched out desperately, trying to grab Yan Shouyi and beg for his help.
"Severing the Qi-generating roots might also cause these innocent souls to scatter!"
For a moment, Yan Shouyi fell into a dilemma; he did not want to implicate the innocent.
It was just that the Qi-generating roots did not care about Yan Shouyi. One of them whipped at him from an angle Yan Shouyi did not expect. Yan Shouyi was hit head-on, and his entire body was embedded in the ground.
What made him feel even more pain was that the moment the Qi-generating root attacked him, it felt as if a piece had been torn from his soul.
"Brother Yan, fight back!" Long Feicheng gritted his teeth. "We can't care about that anymore!"
"There must be a way to solve it..."
Yan Shouyi struggled to climb out of the deep pit, summoned the San Yuan, and flew into the air, temporarily escaping the range of the Qi-generating roots' attack.
But at this moment, the Qi-generating roots suddenly trembled collectively, then fell limply to the ground and slowly retracted into the soil.
"This..."
Yan Shouyi, who had been prepared for a tough battle, was also stunned by this sight.
Why did it suddenly go limp?
"It seems this divine tree isn't that great either!" Long Feicheng did not miss any opportunity to mock. "If I were still alive, my stamina at ninety would last longer than it!" Daifeng Novel.
If the divine tree could hear Long Feicheng's words, it would probably be so angry that it would tremble a few more times.
Jiang Wuya, inside the Zhenguo Shrine, was also very bewildered by the divine tree's reaction.
But he quickly thought of the reason for the problem:
"Has the main body of the divine tree been damaged?!"