"Let him down." Xia Yu shouted.
Jing Yiming ran down and knelt on the ground.
"I, Jing Yiming, pay my respects to Your Majesty.”
"Take a good look around." Xia Yu smiled." If you remember anything, tell me."”
Xia Yu led his men to the side.
The underground palace was extremely cold, but Jing Yiming was sweating profusely.
He knew them. He knew everyone. He turned his head very slowly. One by one, he slowly looked over.
They were all dead.
" Haha…" Jing Yiming suddenly laughed. His laughter was hoarse and deep.
It was as if he was venting something.
"Jing Yiming, do you remember anything?”Xia Yu placed his hands behind his back and looked down.
"Your Majesty, I couldn't help but see the corpses of my fellow disciples.”
Jing Yiming evaporated his tears and knelt on the ground again.
"Jing Yiming."
Xia Yu's voice turned ghastly," Should I call you Seven Star Sect's Sect Leader or what should I call you?”
"Great King! I'm not, I'm really not!”
Jing Yiming was shocked again, his eyes filled with doubt.
"That year, that headless corpse should have been you, right?”
Xia Yu's eyes flashed with understanding." And a disciple should have entered your room before.”
"And you were the one who changed your temperament and took away the corpse.”
"The skeleton beside him should be the so-called elder.”
Xia Yu said slowly and unhurriedly, voicing out all the speculations in his heart.
"Hehe, Seven Stars Sect Leader, are you really not afraid of death, or are you too afraid of death!”
Xia Yu suddenly shouted, his eyes bursting with anger.
Everyone moved. Their auras locked onto Jing Yiming, almost suffocating him.
According to the information collected this year, the Seven Stars Sect was a Demon Sect back then.
"This king doesn't know what evil magic you used, but if you dare to deceive this king again, you won't be able to escape.”
The black flames around Xia Yu turned corporeal, like a venomous snake staring at the trembling Jing Yiming.
"Great King, I said…"
It turned out that Xia Yu had only guessed half of it.
Jing Yiming was indeed the Sect Leader of the Seven Star Sect, and he was indeed the young disciple of the sect.
Back then, a group of people came, claiming to be Saint Emissaries from the Black Fog Desert.
They kept enticing him to become a vessel of his own volition and gain eternal life.
It was not only because of the Feng Shui terrain here, but also because of his special physique.
They didn't tell him what kind of physique he had. They only said that he was a very good container, but he had to be willing.
A person who could become the sect master of the Demon Sect must be very meticulous. His cultivation was not high, but he wanted to live.
He feigned civility with these holy emissaries and voluntarily waited in the room.
While they went to set up the array, he gave his personal disciple a piece of paper and announced that he would be in seclusion in his room.
He did have an evil technique. That night, his personal disciple Jing Yiming came to the room, but the people watching him didn't care.
He cut off the head of the defenseless personal disciple with a knife and used the evil technique he cultivated to transplant his own head to him.
Back then, he was the only one who had successfully cultivated this evil technique. He knew that his physique was special and did not dare to tell anyone.
From then on, he changed his appearance and retreated from the room, leaving his body there and taking the disciple's head with him.
The people outside the room only glanced at Jing Yiming and let him go because he could still feel the vitality in the room.
The Seven Stars Sect Leader was still inside.
This evil technique could only be used once in a lifetime, and there were many side effects. It was also the reason why he was unremarkable in the Seven Star Sect back then, and only slowly rose to prominence later on.
Many disciples realized that something was wrong. They rushed into the room and found a headless corpse, but it was beyond recognition.
That night, his body was transformed into an appearance that no one recognized.
The saint emissary realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. The container was still there.
Jing Yiming didn't know what method they used to control an elder to move the body away.
He knew that all the disciples here were still useful. They didn't touch Jing Yiming, but kept observing him.
He kept hinting in his heart that he was lying to Jing Yiming. Whether it was his memory or his actions, there was no difference.
The moment he ate the pill, the surveillance around him disappeared, and the pill slipped out from under his neck.
He did not know when those people left.
Later on, all of them began to use their luck to cultivate. The Grand Elder seemed to have discovered something and his personality seemed to have changed into a different person.
Luck had indeed sped up their cultivation speed, but whether it was their memories or their personalities, they were slowly changing.
All of them encountered an ominous event and died one after another.
Because he was pieced together from two bodies, he had never encountered any misfortune.
"Your Majesty, I…I have finished speaking.”Jing Yiming prostrated himself.
Everyone looked at Jing Yiming's body in surprise.
Xia Yu looked at Jing Yiming quietly. In order to survive, he killed his own disciples and watched the people he knew in the sect die one by one.
He had mastered the principle of a dead fellow Daoist and an undying poor Daoist.
Xia Yu couldn't understand this kind of behavior. He only cared about the results. He didn't need to understand or save anyone.
"Step back."
Xia Yu drove towards the soldiers surrounding the headless body.
"Attraction."
Xia Yu opened his hands slightly, and the fate on the top of Yunwu King's palace surged continuously.
The headless corpse moved. It was as if something was about to explode from its body as it trembled crazily.
Xia Yu was all too familiar with the thing inside the corpse. It was fate!
They were stealing luck. The luck of the four countries had been stolen for two hundred years.
The Seven Star Sect's corpse suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyes were pure black, and it was extremely strange.
One by one, the corpses stood up and looked at Xia Yu.
"Protect the king!" Yuwen Cheng shouted.
The gold-plated boring tool hacked at the corpse. Accompanied by vital qi, it was like a slash, and a gully was carved in the ground.
Boom!
The slash passed through the corpse without causing any damage. It was as if it had hit the air.
The entire underground palace shook.
All the corpses were surrounded by black gas.
"Suppress!" Chen Gong's hand gestures kept changing, and rays of five-star radiance pressed down on the corpse from above.
The Seven Star Sect corpse froze.
"Commander, these corpses are not real!”
Chen Gong frowned and shouted at Yuwen Cheng. The Yuan Qi in his body exploded, and the five-star radiance grew larger and larger.
The corpses made their move. Their entire arms were wrapped in black gas that began to gather in the air.
Everyone held their weapons tightly in their hands, and the black qi connected into one, forming a black cloud.
The other end of the underground palace was covered in black clouds. Many soldiers felt dizzy and used their willpower to resist.
Yuwen Cheng's powerful spells struck at the black cloud, but they only paused for a moment, as if they were two different systems.
"You dare to show off your skills in front of this king?”
A cold snort was heard. Xia Yu had already finished guiding.
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