Chapter 387 As Hateful as Your Master!
Jun Yunshang sat quietly for a while before she said with a little tiredness: "What time is it?"
"Your Majesty, it's almost the morning hour, it's almost time to go to court." The maid outside the door replied.
Jun Yunshang rubbed her forehead and said calmly: "I know, come in and wash up."
She stood up, and soon a maid came in to change her clothes and prepare her toiletries.
She looked normal, after all, this was something she had repeated countless times.
A moment later, Jun Yunshang, wearing a special red dragon robe, stood in the palace and waved to let the maid leave.
She should have gone to the Yanhuang Palace, but she had this rare dream today, which aroused some strange thoughts in her.
She disappeared in the palace in a flash, and reappeared somewhere in the palace.
This is a huge palace, and in front of her is a ten-foot-high black sword, locked by dense chains.
But a stream of sharp sword intent still came to her face, as if something fierce was imprisoned.
The sword was engraved with dense words, but she couldn't understand what they were.
Jun Yunshang stood in the air, looking at the black giant sword in front of her with a complicated expression, and gently stretched out her hand to press on the sword.
"What is your relationship with her? Why is your sword in her hand?"
"Ye Xuefeng, will you really come back to take it? Or is this another illusory promise?"
Thinking of the words "I will come back to find you" a thousand years ago, she couldn't help but think of the boy she met seven years ago.
The thirteen-year-old boy named Jun Wuxie looked exactly like him.
If it weren't for his poor qualifications, she would have thought he was his descendant.
After all, with his talent, even if he had a child with a pig, he would probably have a spiritual root, right?
The boy was the son of the current Tianze King Jun Qingsheng, that is, the grandson of Jun Chengye.
Although Jun Yunshang was a little disgusted with his identity, she still encouraged him for the sake of his face.
Of course, she didn't know that these few words were enough to change the boy's life, but so what?
Who made him look like the person in her mind?
Now seven years have passed, and I don’t know what Jun Wuxie looks like now.
Is he more similar, or completely different?
Jun Yunshang suddenly wanted to see the boy again, or rather, she wanted to see what he looked like again.
Even though the appearance of that person had long been engraved in the depths of her soul, seeing with her own eyes and thinking about it were different after all.
And she wanted to know whether this was a coincidence, a calculation, or God’s will?
Tianxie, Wuxie, is this really just a coincidence?
The mysterious but extremely effective motto made her dare not easily draw a conclusion.
After all, he joked that if he was no longer a gifted and proud child of heaven, he would let her take care of him more.
He seemed to have anticipated all this.
Ye Xuefeng, could that boy named Jun Wuxie be you?
At this moment, the black giant sword shook violently, shaking her hand away, interrupting her meditation.
A cut was made in her hand by the sharp sword energy, and a drop of golden blood appeared.
This sword is becoming more and more ferocious, completely different from the peaceful appearance in his arms.
Jun Yunshang pursed her lips and said coldly: "As hateful as your master, they all like to turn their faces and ignore people!"
She raised her bare hands lightly and used the drop of blood to write words in the air.
Those golden words turned into streams of light and fell on the black giant sword, suppressing it.
Jun Yunshang didn't look at it for long, turned around and left, leaving only the black giant sword in place.
On the other side, Lin Fengmian slowly woke up from the darkness, opened his eyes and looked at the familiar secret room in front of him.
He subconsciously thought that Tiansha Supreme was going to kill him, but then he thought again.
If that guy could really recognize his breath, he would have died long ago.
Lin Fengmian calmed down, but was surprised to find that there were a lot of shocking talismans around him.
What happened again?
Why do I have so many shocking talismans every time I open my eyes?
He came to the door and picked up the message jade slip. It was Shangguan Yuqiong who asked him to come out of retreat as soon as possible and find her immediately.
Lin Fengmian couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. It was over. Could this be to check the progress of his Twelve Gods and Demons?
Although he had studied the technique, he had not practiced it at all.
If that woman knew, it would not matter if the dog's legs were broken, but the third leg would be broken.
Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian planned to sharpen his gun before the battle and practice it first to give an explanation to Shangguan Yuqiong.
He took out the Twelve Gods and Demons, stopped the Evil Emperor Technique, and practiced according to the above trajectory.
Although he practiced this method, he did not intend to give up the Evil Emperor Technique he practiced, but planned to practice the two techniques together.
After fighting with the Supreme Heavenly Demon, the Twelve Gods and Demons instantly lost their attraction to him.
Although he had only fought with the Supreme Heavenly Demon twice, his condition seemed to be a little wrong.
He was not sure whether it was a problem with the technique or something else, but it also made him sound the alarm in his heart.
In his opinion, the Twelve Gods and Demons Secret Art and the Demon Emperor Secret Art are both magic arts, and the conflict between the two should not be serious.
Unless it is a strange art like the Hehuan Sect's Chanmian Secret Art, most magic arts are universal and parallel.
When Lin Fengmian practiced the Twelve Gods and Demons Secret Art, he found that the true essence refined by the Demon Emperor Secret Art was transformed into the blood evil true energy of the Twelve Gods and Demons Secret Art without any hindrance.
This shocked Lin Fengmian. Could it be that it could not be transformed back?
He hurriedly re-activated the Evil Emperor Technique and found that the Blood Evil Qi was transformed back into the Evil Emperor Technique's true essence without any hindrance.
Thinking of this, he followed the trajectory of the Qionghua Sword Technique and found that the Evil Emperor Technique was also transformed into the Qionghua's true essence without any hindrance.
And when it really came into action, the power was not reduced at all, and it even had the characteristics of the Qionghua true essence.
It felt like the Evil Emperor Technique was disguised as other true essences and possessed the opponent's divine power.
Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the Evil Emperor Technique had this ability, so he didn't have to think about how to get away with it.
Thinking about it carefully, the abilities that the Evil Emperor Technique gave him all the way seemed to be auxiliary abilities such as disguise, plunder, and escape.
And it was surprisingly matched with Luo Xue's Qionghua Sword Technique. He was still wondering, who knew that the Evil Emperor Technique could actually accommodate all rivers and seas.
He didn't waste any more time, converted the true essence in his body into the Twelve Gods and Evils' true essence, and walked out.
Lin Fengmian opened the door and saw that it was still dark outside, but it was just night.
At this moment, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the cool breeze blew, bringing a chill.
Seeing Shangguan Yuqiong's anxious tone, Lin Fengmian didn't care that it was already night, and hurried to the Hehuan Palace.
As for whether it would disturb Shangguan Yuqiong's favor to the man, it was none of his business.
Lin Fengmian followed to the main peak, and after being passed, he was taken to the Hehuan Palace.
After a while, he saw Shangguan Yuqiong, who was as cold as ice and seemed to be in a very bad mood, and his heart skipped a beat.
What about the clan leader who was said to be moody?
Why did he always see anger, anger, anger?
Did he really disturb her and the man?