sjar Chapter 119 I Lied to You (End)
Chapter 119 I Lied to You (End)
He Zhen's heart suddenly tightened, he knew that this sudden appearance of cavalry was definitely not ordinary.
Through the gaps in the carriage curtains, he saw that the soldiers were wearing the round scale armor of the Parthian Empire.
He Zhen's heart sank into the abyss in an instant, he realized that the wedding party was no match for them.
The guards in the wedding procession quickly drew their swords and prepared to fight, but their faces were filled with despair. The Parthian cavalry rushed into the team at lightning speed, instantly scattering the guards' team.
The battle broke out in an instant. Although the guards in the wedding procession fought desperately, the spears of the Parthian cavalry pierced the guards' bodies, and the sharp swords harvested lives one after another, and blood bloomed on the ground.
He Zhen was in the carriage and before he could get out, there was chaos outside.
He Zhen jumped out and saw a guard being chopped to the ground. He raised his sword to avenge them, but a rope passed by. His heart tightened and he raised his sword to cut it.
This is the lasso of the Parthian Empire. Once caught, one will soon be dragged to death by the warhorse.
The opponent did not give He Zhen a chance to break out. Several masters surrounded He Zhen, and the chains and sickles danced like seven wild snakes.
He Zhen is just an ordinary person, and he will soon grab his ankle and pull him to the ground.
The guards in the wedding procession had fallen in a pool of blood.
He Zhen was captured, chained and forced to kneel in front of the carriage. The general of the Parthian Empire came forward and looked down at him with a cruel smile on his face.
"Tuoba Song, you only dare to show off like this when I am out of power." He Zhen said coldly.
"I will make it into a fire eagle on the grassland and send it to Hou Tu Kingdom. I hope you can still be so tough." Tuoba Song smiled viciously and whipped He Zhen's cheek hard with the whip.
He Zhen felt his face burning. He slowly closed his eyes and felt his death approaching.
He Zhen was taken to the Parthian camp, where endless torture and humiliation awaited him.
Tuoba Song's eyes revealed cruel satisfaction. He ordered the soldiers to tie He Zhen's limbs and hang him on the wooden frame in the center of the camp.
"The Second Prince is well-educated, but I don't know how long he can last after the execution." Tuoba Song's voice was full of sarcasm.
Following the order of execution, the Great Si Ming of the Parthian Empire stepped onto the wooden platform with a set of instruments for tearing bones and digging out flesh.
As the meat-cleaver raised high fell, blood gradually covered the entire execution platform.
The female general of Hou Tu State was in charge of picking up the bride. She found He Zhen half a day later and found the young man in a camp filled with black smoke and flames.
On his back, the blood from his ribs had been burned dry by the fire, and his skin had been burned black.
When the female general of Hou Tu Kingdom arrived, she saw such a heartbreaking scene.
The camp was engulfed in flames and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.
She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her face full of anger and grief.
She ordered the soldiers to put out the flames, and she rushed towards Tsuruma and snatched the boy from the fire.
As she untied the chains that bound him, He Zhen fell limply into her arms.
All memories of life are painful, forget life in a dream and don’t look back.
The young man woke up from his dream. The hilt of the sword in his hand felt a little slippery. He sat up, covering his aching head. The smell of blood around him became stronger.
With a clang, a disciple rushed into the room, his face pale, and he pointed at the boy with a shaking finger. "Puppet Silk Sword... Are you the Yuanying Stage Daoist Master of Wuji Xianzong... He Zhen?"
"Why do you want to kill my elder of the Yingyin Sect?" The disciple picked up the flute and played a spiritual sound to warn his fellow disciples.
"My name is... He Zhen?" The young man did not realize the seriousness of the problem. His mind was blank and he even forgot who he was. However, he remembered all his skills and techniques.
Next to him, the elder's body was hung in the air by silk threads. The blood flowing everywhere dyed the threads red. It was dripping with blood, like a puppet with twisted limbs.
Outside the house, other disciples of the Yingyin Sect had heard the news and rushed over. They held magical weapons and surrounded He Zhen.
"You murderer! How dare you kill my sect's elder!" the disciple roared, and other disciples raised their musical instruments, and solemn and murderous music suddenly sounded.
Sound waves were like sharp blades, pointing directly at He Zhen. He Zhen's body swayed, skillfully avoiding the attack of the sound waves, and at the same time, he moved like a cloud, instantly piercing through the limbs of the dozen disciples, taking advantage of their inconvenience in movement and the obstruction of their spiritual power to break through.
Seeing this, the disciples outside who were rushing forward one after another hurriedly played the flute more urgently. The sound waves overlapped layer by layer, forming a sound barrier, trying to stop He Zhen's actions.
However, He Zhen's figure blurred and floated away like a cloud.
He then realized that he had arrived outside a flying boat. Disciples of the Yingyin Sect kept coming and used musical instruments to set up killing formations.
The sound waves were like invisible blades, interweaving into a deadly net in the air, tearing all the internal organs apart.
There were many Yuanying stage disciples who formed the formation. He Zhen could not maintain his cloud form and fell into the formation. The beautiful melody in the past turned into a devilish sound that pierced his ears, giving him a splitting headache.
The invisible sound waves cut through his protective spiritual energy like a knife, and his internal organs felt as if they were being beaten repeatedly, and pain spread throughout his body.
He was bleeding from all seven orifices and his consciousness began to blur, but the desire to survive deep in his heart was burning like a flame.
The Yuanying Daojuns looked at each other and began to gather their strength. Seven terrifying sound blades slashed towards the young man in the center of the formation.
At this critical moment of life and death, a burst of ghost energy suddenly emanated from He Zhen's body.
Powerful ghost energy surged out of his body, wrapping him in a layer of light black mist, dissolving those deadly sound blades one by one.
"Ghost clan? He is actually a ghost clan. The ghost aura is so strong. Quickly cast the Golden Light Mantra to protect the fire in his heart!" The disciples of the Yingyin Sect were horrified upon seeing this and loudly reminded their fellow disciples.
The killing formation they had set up vibrated violently, and the layers of spiritual sounds seemed to crush the young man at the center of the formation.
However, the ghost energy forcibly broke through the formation, and the young man jumped off the flying boat and no longer wanted to fight.
However, the ghost energy rising into the sky was difficult to escape, and the disciples of the Yingyin Sect drove the flying boats and chased after it closely.
It was not until the demon tribe issued a warning of coercion deep in the Million Mountains that the flying boat reluctantly left.
He Zhen was panting and leaning against a rock when he suddenly heard footsteps.
He Zhen looked towards the source of the sound warily, and saw a girl with two pigtails and a lotus leaf on her head walking slowly towards him. Her eyes were full of innocence, and she was just an ordinary demon who had just learned how to transform.
"Uncle, are you hurt?" The girl's voice was clear and pleasant. She approached cautiously, holding a few green leaves in her hand, as if she was ready to use them to help He Zhen.
He Zhen touched his smooth face in confusion. He subconsciously felt that he was not that old, and his face darkened. "Call me brother."
The girl frowned, then squatted down and gently placed the leaf in her hand on He Zhen's wound. "This is a magical herb from our mountain. It can help you stop the bleeding." Her movements were gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting He Zhen.
He Zhen stood up with his sleeves swung, covered his aching chest, and coldly scolded: "What kind of demon are you? Don't get involved in my affairs, or you will be implicated!"
The girl was knocked over by He Zhen's ghostly aura. She got up, tears welling up in her eyes, and cried, "I... I am Fuqiu, a flower spirit, and I don't eat people."
He Zhen took a deep breath, his mind was in a mess and he didn't want to pay attention to this little crybaby. He staggered and turned around, feeling his chest and abdomen swaying, as if the blood had soaked his intestines and made them float.
By the time Fuqiu wiped away her tears, the boy had already fallen to the ground.