Chapter 1 Yuanzi, Have You Looked for Him?

Jiang Yu'er was puzzled by her nephew's words. Wasn't this a very common thing?

Chen Yuanjun pondered for a few seconds and said, "After you restored my memory, I remembered that the Yuanzi I spent day and night with for more than three years was a mentally retarded person who could only communicate in a rigid way. However, in one memory, Yuanzi showed normal intelligence."

"This contradicts my memory, and I can't tell whether there is a problem with my memory or whether it really happened."

Jiang Yu'er frowned.

As a hypnotist, she knew very well that Chen Yuanjun's memory would not be damaged. Hypnosis is essentially "forgetting." If you remember it, you remember it, and there will be no memory confusion.

In other words, Yuanzi, during his time as the Demon Lord, had looked for Chen Yuanjun!

"You're right. Yuanzi secretly looked for you. Well, if you really saw him, you should be able to instantly realize the difference between the two Yuanzis and notice something was wrong. But you didn't react at all."

Jiang Yu'er frowned and asked, "He must have hypnotized you after he looked for you. What did he look for you to do?"

Chen Yuanjun smiled bitterly, "That's why I rushed back. I remembered this past event, but I forgot the specific details!"

At this point, he asked, "I can't seem to get in touch with Yuanzi. My phone calls go unanswered."

"Your cousin is busy saving the world!" Jiang Yu'er pondered for a few seconds and said, "I'll use hypnosis to help you remember." She reached into her pocket and fumbled for a coin, "Look at it. I'll flip it into the air, and when it falls, you'll enter a completely relaxed state."

The higher the Spirit Realm level, the greater the consumption of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy is paid by the main body. She is just an incarnation to accompany her family, so naturally she will not have a very high level.

The coin flipped into the air, spun, and landed with a "clink."

Chen Yuanjun's pupils suddenly涣散, as if he had entered a sleepwalking state. His body muscles slowly relaxed, his face was peaceful, and his emotions were calm.

Jiang Yu'er's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a mother's whisper, "What did Yuanzi look for you to do?"

Chen Yuanjun replied dreamily, "I... I can't remember."

After a pause, he said, "It seems to be something very important, very important!"

Jiang Yu'er's brow furrowed little by little, and she asked several times, but the answer was still the same.

New Yue County, the incarnation Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward abruptly, staring intently at the cat-shaped speaker.

The voice in the speaker was not deliberately hoarse, but his normal voice.

The Demon Lord was also him, using his normal voice, and the person he was talking to was his cousin... He only had one cousin.

Sure enough, Chen Yuanjun's concise reply sounded in the audio. "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately perked up his ears, but the cat-shaped speaker made a "buzzing" sound of electricity, and his voice was covered by the electrical noise.

A few seconds later,

The sound became clear again: "Cousin, look at this watch. After I count to three, you will forget this conversation today and forget what I asked you to do."

The audio ended!

"Luckily I have you." Zhang Yuanqing patted the cat-shaped speaker to show his appreciation, and said, "Continue, there are many more audios to come. To be on the safe side, we have to listen to them all."

Huff, huff.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King's vision was blood red, as the blood from his shattered forehead flowed into his eyes.

The clothes on his body were already torn to shreds, and he was completely naked. Of course, no one paid attention to the problem of nudity in this situation.

His body was already riddled with holes. His eight thick arms broke and grew back, grew back and broke again. Now there were only three left, and the remaining seven could not regenerate.

His whole body was shattered with fractures. The flesh on his waist, abdomen, and back was turned up piece by piece, and his internal organs were faintly visible.

The long hours of high-intensity combat had almost drained his stamina, and the Sun Lord's personally refined Sunrise Talisman suppressed all spiritual power and cut off the possibility of plundering spiritual power to repair himself.

"In addition to physical trauma, the soul-level injuries are the real icing on the cake."

His heads on the left and right shoulders had been forcibly pulled off by the Fear Heavenly King not long ago, and the wounds were still gushing blood.

The three heads of the ancient God of War were not decorations, they were real heads, watching all directions on the battlefield, so each head had a part of the soul.

Cutting off the head was equivalent to cutting off part of the soul.

"Is your Sunrise Talisman used up?" the Demon Eye Heavenly King said through gritted teeth. "I can't hold on any longer."

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "This is the last one."

After studying the sword techniques on the murals of Shushan Nanyuan, Fu Qingyang's swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level. Coupled with the Insight skill, he was naturally stronger than the Demon Eye Heavenly King in close combat. So, Qian Gongzi was in slightly better condition, but only compared to the Demon Eye. In fact, Qian Gongzi's injuries were not light.

He lost his left hand, and his sternum was shattered.

He had fractures and extensive bleeding in his internal organs, and his left eye was blind.

And although these injuries were slowly repairing, they were just a drop in the bucket.

Under the light of the Sunrise, if they died, they would really die. A demigod was still a demigod, even if most of their skills and props were suppressed, even if a high-level scout was the strongest profession in swordsmanship and physical skills in the Spirit Realm, even if Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye joined forces, they were still no match for the Fear Heavenly King.

However, the Fear Heavenly King's injuries were also not light. His majestic body was covered with sword marks and wounds from fists. His heart had just been pierced by Fu Qingyang's sword, and only five of his eight arms remained.

But these injuries could be repaired in a short time as long as the "Sunrise" ended.

"Let's just drop the Sunrise," the Demon Eye Heavenly King said, "I want to fight him to the death."

Fu Qingyang's sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. This was caused by muscle spasms. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp. He said:

"Who told you that I can actively cancel the Sunrise illusion?"

The Demon Eye's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Then pray that we can hold on until the Sunrise ends."

"When the Sunrise ends, that's when we die!" Fu Qingyang said coldly, "When I was in the Saint Realm, I learned a move called 'Jue Ti Swordplay.' It's a sword technique that an ancient swordsman adapted from the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats skill. The advantage is that scouts in the Extraordinary Realm can also use it."

"And then?" the Demon Eye Heavenly King glanced at him, "Do you expect a skill in the Extraordinary Realm to turn the tide for us?"

Fu Qingyang was like a aloof swordsman, and said calmly, "This sword technique does not involve spiritual power. It is purely skill. The core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and explode damage beyond one's own level."

"The Fear Heavenly King's spiritual power and physical strength are running out. You hold him off for a minute. Just one minute. We must seriously injure him before the Sunrise ends."

"That way, there is a glimmer of hope."

"But my physical strength is already running out." The Demon Eye Heavenly King shrugged.

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, "Then you go die first, I'll be there soon."

The Demon Eye Heavenly King stared at him deeply for a few seconds before raising the corners of his mouth:

"Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his riddled body and rushed towards the Fear Heavenly King, like a lone warrior going to his death.

In the distance, the Fear Heavenly King, who was seizing the time to recover his physical strength, grinned and took the initiative to meet him.

"Bang!"

The Demon Eye was knocked to the ground with a punch the moment they exchanged blows.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, and his powerful will suppressed all emotions, quickly entering meditation.

A dozen seconds later, even though there was no spiritual power fluctuation, his muscles bulged piece by piece, and the blood from his wounds quickly stopped.

Bang bang bang...

A rain of fists fell. The Demon Eye Heavenly King, who was lying on the ground, blocked with his elbows for a moment, then kicked the Fear Heavenly King's chest and took the opportunity to slide away.

He quickly got up, bent one arm for defense, and clenched his fists with both arms, striking out like a venomous snake lunging forward.

The Fear Heavenly King tilted his head and easily dodged, taking a step forward and punching the Demon Eye's lower abdomen with a tricky blow.

With a puke, the Demon Eye Heavenly King's eyes instantly bulged out, covered with bloodshot, and he bent over, spitting out acid from his mouth.

The Fear Heavenly King pressed down on his head and pressed hard, while simultaneously adding a knee strike.

Peng peng peng, the fierce knee strikes hit the Demon Eye's face one after another, breaking his nose.

Shattering the full mouth of steel teeth, blasting his eyeballs.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King struggled with three arms, stubbornly grabbing his fists to fight back, but was pinned down by the Fear Heavenly King's four arms.

The Fear Heavenly King stopped the knee strikes and wrapped his arms around the Demon Eye's neck from behind, while the remaining three arms clamped down on the Demon Eye Heavenly King's only three arms.

"What's wrong, reluctant to use the grace you got in the 'Battle of Zhuolu'?" The Fear Heavenly King exerted a little force in both arms, and the Demon Eye's neck made a "crack crack" sound, which was the sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking. "When I pull off your head, under the light of the Sun God's power, you won't be able to use it even if you want to."

As he spoke, the Fear Heavenly King glanced at Fu Qingyang not far away, his expression changed slightly, and then he hooked his mouth: "I understand, you want to seriously injure me first, and then use the grace of the gods! Heh, do you think you'll be in better condition then, or will I be in better condition?"

He continued to exert force in both arms, the "crack crack" sound became louder and louder, and the Demon Eye's neck was obviously stretched a bit.

In the midst of the severe pain, the Demon Eye Heavenly King took the initiative to grab the Fear Heavenly King's three arms and roared, "Are you ready yet?"

"Pfft!"

The Demon Eye Heavenly King's head separated from his body, along with half of his spine.

A blood fountain five or six meters high spurted from the severed neck, but his hand was still tightly holding the Fear Heavenly King.

Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, his body turned into a sword light, and in an instant he came behind the Fear Heavenly King. The double swords in his hand turned into two sword light wheels, blooming on the Fear Heavenly King's body.

The tendons of his hands were severed, the Achilles tendons were cut open, and the abdominal muscles, which symbolized the core strength, were cut off.

In the Fear Heavenly King's slow kneeling motion, Fu Qingyang paused, rotated his waist, and drove his arms to slash hard at the Fear Heavenly King's left shoulder.

Pfft! Pfft!

One sword cut through the skin and flesh, and the other cut through the neck bones!

The Fear Heavenly King's head on his left shoulder rolled down.

Chichi. Under the illumination of the Sun God's power, a virtual blue smoke rose from that head, and the soul contained within it melted away.

For this head, he was already dead.

"Chichi..." Blue smoke also began to rise from the Demon Eye Heavenly King's head. The difference was that the Fear Heavenly King's head had a weaker soul, and his soul dissipated first, while the soul inside the Demon Eye's main head was still persisting.

The Fear Heavenly King roared, and his body lunged forward, crashing into Fu Qingyang's chest. With a loud "dong" sound, Fu Qingyang, who had his swords crossed in front of his chest, slid back more than ten meters.

He spat out blood from his seven orifices, his body was as straight as a pine, but his heartbeat stopped, and the light in his eyes also quickly dimmed.

He didn't tell the Demon Eye that this sword technique put a great burden on the body. Performing it when in poor condition would lead to sudden death from a sword stall.

Therefore, it was often used by ancient swordsmen as a means of perishing together. He, who was already exhausted, died suddenly as expected.

Just then, the sun halo behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly extinguished.