Chapter 494: Bitch

……… Xu Qi An s expression stiffened, no longer complacent, and he looked at the white clothed warlock in a daze.

His mind drifted away from the red dress and the white dress momentarily.

“Your mother is the sister of the lineage from five hundred years ago, that is, the Chosen One I am now supporting. Back then, when I allied with him and helped him to the throne, he married his sister to me. The most reliable alliance in the world is first and foremost interest, followed by in-laws.

“After I married that golden girl, I focused on planning the Battle of Shanhaiguan and stealing the fortune of the Great Feng. At the tail end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan, you were born.”

Whew!

Xu Qi’an exhaled with a sigh of relief as the red and white skirts floated back.

Although he was also considered to be a descendant of the Dafeng royal family, it was a lineage from five hundred years ago, and it didn’t really have much to do with Huaiqing or Lin’an.

In a previous life people with the same surname used to say: we were one family 500 years ago.

However, if I had to, both Wyoming and Linn are my clan sisters.

Then he had the presence of mind to ponder whether what his cheap father had said was true or not.

The point in time is coincidental, the year I was born, in the memory of my second uncle, he and Xu Dalang in the Shanhaiguan war, so my aunt and my biological mother both took care of me for many hours ………

Xu Qi’an froze, realized something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, “She, why did she give birth to me in the capital?”

As he spoke, he blanched, only to feel something inside him stirring, trying its best to resist something.

At the same time, the martial artist’s instincts were frantically warning him, there was still no concrete picture, but the fear that came from the bottom of his heart made him feel like a child stepping on a tightrope, that at any moment he would fall and fall to pieces.

This made Xu Qi’an realize that the white-clothed magician had reached a critical moment in refining his qi, and if he succeeded, this body of qi would be returned to someone else, and he would no longer have anything to do with himself.

And he will also leave with this chi that is intertwined with his life and die.

The white-robed warlock had no joy or sadness about what was about to happen to his son, and his tone was as calm as ever:

“Your birth mother quietly went to the capital while I wasn’t around and gave birth to you there. It was only when I stole the qi that I realized this.”

“Why?”

Xu Qi’an spilled blood from his mouth and nose as he looked deeply at him.

The white-robed warlock’s tone was not seen to rise or fall:

“You were originally born to hold chi and use it as a vessel. This is both because of my game with that lineage and because the time has not yet come, and it is not appropriate to implant the qi fortune into that lineage of royalty until it has risen to the occasion.

“Your birth mother was a woman with a lot of heart, she acted contrary and showed that she was willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but that disguise. You were her first child, and she couldn’t bear to see you die, so she fled to the capital to give birth to you.

“The Supervisor is in the capital, and he will be your greatest protector.”

It turned out to be so ……… Xu Qi an sighed, and there was no longer any doubt.

I don’t know why, but what was on my mind at the moment was that awful old man Supervisor Zheng.

Ah, the worst widow in Da Bong.

“So, Ji Qian is still considered my cousin?”

Xu Qi’an asked, the blood from his nose leaving his mouth, wanting to wipe it, but unable to move.

“Right!”

The white warlock nodded.

Good killing ah, cousins all deserve to die, well, this is not what I said, this is what a famous writer said in a previous life …….. He ventriloquized in his heart as a way to ease the anxiety in his heart.

“That’s your backhand?”

At that moment, the white-robed warlock suddenly said.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou brought Xu Pingzhi and stepped into the air.

“You’re really here, you’re really here ………”

Uncle Xu’s voice was shrill, his expression both sad and fuming, his eyes red.

The white warlock didn’t look at him and spoke softly:

“When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formations, and this was a secret base for both of us brothers. Then later, the formations here became more and more perfect and powerful, condensing half of my life’s work.

“But it is also a disguised tail that prevents me from abandoning this place. It is not safe here, for besides me, there is Erlang who knows. You guessed correctly that when I appear in plain sight, the art of shielding the heavens will break on its own. Erlang will remember me again.

“That’s why I deliberately blocked out your presence, so that his memories would be misplaced again.”

But you didn t expect it, I have long since gained insight into the mysteries of the art of shielding the heavenly plane ………. Xu Qi’an’s face was expressionless.

Uncle Xu Ershu roared as he slammed headfirst into the Qi boundary, hitting his head:

“Xu Pingfeng, you’re a pig and dog, he’s your son, my nephew, a tiger’s poison doesn’t eat its son, you’re doing personnel work?”

The muscles of his face were twisted, and the veins at the corners of his forehead bulged out one by one, making him look quite hideous.

It was the first time Xu Qi’an had seen his second uncle so furious.

The white-robed warlock said indifferently, “This is a matter between our father and son, and he owes this life to me.”

Bang!

Xu Pingzhi slammed his fist on the Qi boundary like an irritated old beast, grim and fuming:

“Father and son? Are you worthy! Do you deserve to be his father, he is my Xu family’s son, I raised him, if you want to kill him, did you ask me, did I agree. You open this motherfucking formation, I’m going to kill you, kill you!!!”

He pounded the air boundary with one fist, pounding it so hard that his fist was dripping with blood.

The second uncle ……… Xu Qi an watched silently, watching a middle aged man go crazy.

Xu Pingzhi in the home coy, outside the oil slick, when the sands in the exercise of the killing spirit has long been worn out in the officialdom.

But the more cavalier of men, if his own children are in danger, he will not hesitate to strike hard.

Even if you’re facing an elephant.

The white-robed warlock withdrew his gaze and glanced at Xu Qi’an, the corner of his mouth quirking:

“But it’s late!”

With a forceful tug, he plucked the qi that could not be seen by ordinary people, little by little, from the top of Xu Qi’an’s head.

During this process, Xu Qi’an’s body continued to chafe and bleed, and his mouth and nose kept spilling blood as he hissed in pain.

His nephew’s roar was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi’s heart, causing him to tremble.

This old man suddenly didn’t dare to be arrogant anymore, and he fell to his knees against the qi boundary, begging bitterly:

“Don’t kill him, big brother, please, don’t kill him, he’s the child I raised, he’s my cub, please don’t kill him ………

“I raised him for twenty one years, you can’t do this, you really can’t do this …….. Big brother, it seems that on the basis of past love, you give him back to me.”

The white-robed warlock was stone-hearted and ignored the situation, pulling his own chi.

“Stand back!”

Zhao Shou waved his sleeve, waving Uncle Xu Er away, then he put on his Confucian crown, and in his right hand, gathered in his sleeve, he held a carving knife.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife echo each other with their clear air.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed out towards it, and with the support of the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown and the Third Grade Great Ruler, the carving knife erupted into a heavenly clear light, and the great formation that the white-robed warlock had spent more than thirty years of his life to set up was instantly breached.

The outermost layer of the qi boundary collapsed, no longer able to block the entry of outsiders.

“Here, no chi shall be uprooted.”

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, Confucianism’s words fail.

The white-clad warlock’s plucking motion stalled, but quickly got rid of the effect of his words.

“The laws of heaven and earth are different between this place and the outside world, so if you, Confucianism, want to dominate in my world, you have to ask me if I agree.”

The white-clad warlock let out a confident “Hey.”

Zhao Shou took a step forward and stabbed out the Ru Sheng Engraving Blade once again, and the Sub-Saint Ru Crown spilled out a watery wave of clear light that was added to the engraving blade.

Zhao Shou said, “Break the formation!”

The power of the word follows the law and is then added to the carving knife.

Since you changed the rules, I can break the formation too.

The carving knife seemed to have transformed into a blazing sun, the clear light so dense that it was almost blazing white as it rapidly advanced, accompanied by the collapse of one layer of formations.

This overwhelming formation consisting of one hundred and eight formations could not stop a Third Grade Great Confucian who wore a Confucian crown and held a carving knife.

Even if the main arrayer was a second grade warlock.

But for the white-robed warlock, not being able to block the fiery third-grade Great Confucian was expected, and all he wanted still was to stall for time, as the Qi Luck on Xu Qi’an’s body had already been seized out for the most part.

Right at this moment, a blade light filled with a solemn killing intent emerged from the void, chopping through one formation rune after another.

Blade Intent is unrivaled.

The white-robed warlock’s free hand pressed, and a formation pattern somewhere lit up, forming a wall of qi that blocked the blade light before it.

The blade light slashed at the air wall and disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

Transmission!

He teleported Blade Ray away.

“Teleportation is forbidden here.”

Zhao Shou calmly gave his response, and as the formation collapsed, the power of Confucianism’s words invaded this place further.

The void suddenly boiled as one matchless blade intent after another surfaced, unstoppable, cutting down the array pattern.

This allowed Zhao Shou to advance even more easily, and when he saw that he was about to rush close, suddenly, the corpse of the Heavenly Compass Elder, the pair of eyes that had no eyeballs but only the whites of the eyes, lit up eerily.

Zhao Shou lost his target all of a sudden, he stood blankly, the front was empty, without Xu Qi’an and the white-clothed warlock.

This was a means of “not being known”, which hid Xu Qi’an and the white-robed magician, thus delaying the process.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown.

The Confucian crown trembled and swirled with watery, clear light, and in the underworld, a force that had enveloped Zhao Shou was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi’an and the white-clothed warlock reappeared.

“Enough!”

The white-clothed warlock revealed a smile as he had completely refined the qi within Xu Qi’an’s body.

“I didn’t realize Uncle Ernie knew about this place.”

At that moment, he heard Xu Qi’an whisper.

The white-robed warlock frowned, and the face of this bloodline of his did not have the slightest hint of despair or trepidation of a great disaster, but instead was composed.

Xu Qi’an continued, “Therefore, my true means of preserving my life is not Zhao Shou and the old ancestors of the Martial Alliance, or at least not pinning my hopes entirely on them.”

After a pause, a quick smile appeared on his face, “Do you really think the Supervisor does nothing?”

“Bitch, what are you waiting for!”

He yelled.

As the words fell, behind Xu Qi’an, an illusory, furry fox tail grew, like a peacock opening its screen, beautiful and terrifying.

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PS: Seven minute delay, but finally caught up.