Chapter 613: The Fall of

"Xiao Yuanshan? A member of the Xiao clan? Wow... After hiding for a thousand years, you finally stopped hiding?" Hun Zhan raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed in his dark eyes.

Wu Meng smiled and said, "A thousand years have passed, and the past grievances need to be resolved, otherwise our clan will not be able to move forward into a new era."

Hun Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly. He always felt that this Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have a lot of understanding of their Hun clan's thousand-year plan.

"New era..." He repeated the word and thought about the hidden meaning in it.

Wu Meng smiled and said, "Okay, I'm not here to find a young man like you. Take me to the Soul Realm. I want to settle some past grievances with an old guy one-on-one, and put an end to the past grievances between our two clans."

Hun Zhan remained vigilant, kept his distance, and nodded, "Follow me."

Halfway, a huge sword with a hideous shape suddenly cut through the void, flew over, and automatically stopped around Hun Zhan, forming an equilateral triangle with the "Soul Prison Sword" and "Soul-Destroying Sword", connecting the qi to form a formation.

"Brother, a few minutes, just a few minutes, the strange fire will be in hand, my Three Thousand Flames!" Hun Xiao let out a huge cry.

"Wait a few more minutes, maybe your brother will be gone. I'm unlucky to meet a powerful old guy who is looking for death. I have to summon the sword back." Hun Zhan spread his hands and explained in a low voice.

Soul Owl blinked: "So unlucky?"

She glanced at "Xiao Yuanshan", then moved closer to Soul Miasma.

Soul Miasma brought "Xiao Yuanshan" to the Soul Realm. He tore the space directly with great fanfare, destroyed the automatic defense mechanism, and broke in like an invader.

A huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky of the Soul Realm, and chaotic and violent energy in the void poured in. In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Soul Miasma grabbed Soul Owl and rushed towards the Soul Emperor City like a meteor and lightning. While running, he shouted: "Enemy attack!"

The sound spread in all directions with the support of Dou Qi.

The strong men in the Soul Clan reacted immediately, flying into the sky one by one, exuding a powerful aura, staring at the crack with solemn eyes.

The opponent who could make Soul Miasma make such a big noise must be extraordinary.

In a quiet bamboo forest, the Emperor Hun Tian, ​​who looked like a scholar with a face as beautiful as jade and extremely bright eyes, paused slightly while brewing tea.

"Xiao clan, finally showed up..."

The figure of Emperor Hun Tian suddenly disappeared, leaving only the pot of tea on the stone table, emitting a misty atmosphere.

Hun Tu, Hun Sha and others surrounded Wu Meng, who followed the soul miasma into the soul world.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my soul clan?"

"Hehehe, I'll take out your soul and let you know what it means to live a life worse than death."

"Wait, be careful, this guy seems to be Xiao Chen." Hun Tu recognized Wu Meng's disguised identity and reminded him.

"Xiao Chen, the blood axe?" Many people were shocked and showed fear.

"Haha, so what if it's Xiao Chen? Even a strong man like Xiao Xuan fell in the hands of our clan. How dare a mere Xiao Chen come here alone?" Hun Sha carried a ghost-headed broadsword, with scarlet color flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen... such a long-ago name, I almost forgot it." Wu Meng sighed hoarsely, his eyes turned, his sight wandered among the crowd, locked the target, and said sternly: "Soul Mirror, come out and fight me! Let's settle our grievances from a thousand years ago!"

Soul Mirror was stunned... Is there a personal grudge between the two of us? If it's a family feud, why are you looking for me by name?

He didn't retreat. He was also in the late stage of the Seven Star Dou Sheng, so there was no need to be too afraid. He came to the front of the Soul Clan and looked at Wu Meng, with doubts and confusion in his eyes.

Wu Meng said in a hoarse and low voice: "It's been a thousand years, and I'm tired too...

"I am the only person in the Xiao Clan who has lived from a thousand years ago to the present, and the only one who has engraved hatred into the depths of his soul.

"Come on, kill me."

"Or be killed by me!"

"After this battle, regardless of the outcome, the thousand-year-old feud will end here, and there will be no more hatred in the Xiao clan from a thousand years ago."

The Soul Emperor appeared in the crowd of the Soul Clan at some point, and he whispered: "Fight, for the thousand-year plan of my Soul Clan..."

Then, he looked at Wu Meng and said: "I promise that no one in my Soul Clan will be hostile to the Xiao Clan because of things that happened a thousand years ago. Times are changing, and those who are immersed in the past will eventually be eliminated by the times."

The words of the Soul Emperor made some people in the Soul Clan feel a chill in their hearts, and they understood that this was also a warning.

The Soul Mirror nodded slowly to the Soul Emperor. Although he didn't know why Xiao Chen came to him, he was willing to make sacrifices for the family, to settle the thousand-year-old feud between the Soul Clan and the Xiao Clan, and to clear the obstacles for the cooperation between the two clans in the future.

In this battle, the outcome is unpredictable, life and death is unpredictable, and the opponent is obviously determined to die. An opponent of the same level is fighting for his life, and he is also very likely to die here.

He sighed helplessly, then adjusted his mentality and smiled boldly:

"Hahaha... I have lived long enough, and my younger generation is also very promising. Let us two old guys put an end to the past era."

The Emperor Hun Tian's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice was not loud, but his tone was unusually solemn:

"Do you have any other wishes? I promise that even if you die, your descendants will not be bullied, all resources will be supplied as usual, and you can designate a descendant you are most satisfied with and let him be my disciple."

Even the Soul Emperor must give enough respect to the Seven Star Fighting Saint like Soul Mirror. If the other party is willing to make sacrifices at the critical moment of this thousand-year plan, then he will repay Li and make a guarantee.

He has no heirs or disciples, and is alone. If anyone becomes his disciple, then it would be the young leader of the Soul Clan.

Although the Soul Clan respects the strong and the weak, and the position of young clan leader is usually obtained through competition, no one can say anything about the protection that a Seven-Star Fighting Saint exchanged with his life for the descendants of the family.

Hun Jing chuckled, stroking his beard and said: "The descendant I am most satisfied with...his name is Hun Miasma. Although he is not a direct descendant, we are more distantly related..."

The Soul Emperor was suddenly speechless... This guy really didn't need to take care of him. Now, except for him, the clan leader, the Void Swallowing Flame, and the four living dead who were basically inactive, no one in the Soul Clan dared to provoke the Soul Miasma...

If the Emperor's Plan hadn't been launched soon, with the other party's growth rate, in another two to three hundred years, he would have been wary and on guard!

Hun Xiao quietly poked Hun Mias arm and asked in a low voice: "When did you recognize your father again?"

Hun Mias holding his chin with a thoughtful expression: "No, I don't remember... Well, maybe our dead ghost dad is barely a descendant of the old guy Hun Jing. After all, he has lived for so long, except It’s not surprising that there are a lot of side branches besides the direct line.”

The soul owl's eyes widened: "Don't you even read the genealogy?"

"Genealogy? Where can I find that thing? Mom may have it in her hands... It's useless for me to look at this thing. Have you seen it?" Hun Miasma shook his head.

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"You haven't seen it, and I've never seen it... aren't there always just the three of us in our family?" Hun Owl muttered.

The battle began, and the soul clan members retreated one after another, giving space to the two of them.

Thick black mist emerged from the soul mirror, and the cold breath that penetrated into the soul spread wantonly. Chains passed through it, making a clattering sound.

Bloody light emerged, and Wumeng reached out and twisted the void beside him, dragging out a giant ax larger than a human.

The ax light pierced the sky, as if it was about to tear the entire world in half. Countless chains twisted and surrounded, forming a huge black mirror. The dark and deep surface of the mirror seemed to lead to a different space, swallowing up the huge ax light.

Then, the mirror suddenly exploded and turned into pure energy, setting off strong winds and rushing in all directions.

In the distance, the walls of Soul Emperor City were filled with people. These are the weaker ones among the Soul Clan. They can't even go closer to watch, they can only watch from a distance.

There was no worry on their faces, they trusted their leader deeply. Even at the most dangerous time a thousand years ago, the clan leader did not let the war directly harm the ordinary people!

Xiao Zhan was also in the crowd, watching the battle in the distance through Amon's body, his face solemn, his eyes full of infinite admiration and deep sadness.

Hunmi stood behind him, her expression no longer as charming as before, but instead looking bright, dignified and virtuous.

The bloody light constantly collided with the deep mist, exuding waves of tyrannical energy fluctuations. This scene lasted for several hours. Finally, the bloody light rose to the sky and fell like a meteor.

Black mist filled the air below, forming a huge ravine like an abyss. The bloody meteor fell into the abyss, and an earth-shaking explosion sounded.

Large areas of space shattered, dark cracks filled the air, countless mountain peaks collapsed, and even the Soul Emperor City, which was far away, trembled twice before returning to calm.

Xiao Zhan closed his eyes...the ancestor fell.

In order to realize the long-cherished wish of the Xiao Clan and give birth to another Fighting Emperor, the fastest way is to join forces with the Soul Clan and sweep away the other clans... and then, to compete with the Soul Clan for that glimmer of opportunity.

The Xiao family can't afford to wait. Their current strength depends entirely on Amon. Who knows what Amon's attitude will be as time goes by? Will you get impatient and look for other partners?

They had to let everything settle while Amon was still on their side.

However, "Xiao Yuanshan" had a hard time convincing himself to let go and join forces with the Soul Clan because of his hatred for the Soul Clan, and his health was deteriorating. Therefore, for the sake of the future of the Xiao Clan, he took the initiative to come to the Soul World and go to hell with his former enemy. Let the Xiao Clan have an extra chance of winning in the subsequent game with the Soul Clan.

... This is Xiao Zhan's understanding of the series of actions of the ancestor "Xiao Yuanshan".

"Xiao Yuanshan... no, ancestor Xiao Chen, go all the way. I will make your wish come true. I will carry the banner of the Xiao clan." Xiao Zhan murmured, whispering his vow.

"Xiao Lang..." Hunmi walked to his side and whispered softly. She accompanied him silently and made no more movements.

Xiao Zhan took a deep breath, calmed down, turned around, looked at Hun Mi and said, "Mi'er, this is not my real body. Help me tell your clan leader that I want to talk to him."

He slowly walked towards the city wall.

Hunmi smiled charmingly: "Did you hear that? Go tell the clan leader that Xiao Lang wants to talk to him."

Hunqiu nodded and responded: "I understand."