"Ye Chuyue, return the blood hatred of our imperial army!"

Ye Yang shouted loudly, the strength of his hand was not sloppy, and the speed was so fast that only his afterimage was seen passing by.

Chu Yue sat expressionless and motionless, as if unaware of the approaching danger, looking at the murderous Ye Yang with an indifferent expression.

The sharp blade shone with cold light, about to pierce the center of her eyebrows and pierce her skull.

Right now!

Chu Yue tilted her head sharply, and the sharp blade slid forward along the side of her face.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the hair on the back of Ye Yang's head. She spared no effort in exuding the Martial Emperor's aura with her right arm and slammed Ye Yang's forehead against the table.

The solid wooden table suddenly fell into pieces.

Broken all over the ground.

"Kid, you need to wake up."

Chu Yue crossed her legs, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and looked at the struggling Ye Yang jokingly.

Ye Yang was shocked and shocked.

Doesn’t it mean that Ye Chuyue is stagnant and unable to practice, and will be the eighth-level martial arts master forever?

How could the Martial Emperor's aura be unleashed?

What’s even weirder is…

Why is this martial emperor's aura only surrounding his right arm, as if it is completely separated from the rest of his martial body, as if it has been separated by a watershed.

"Ye Chuyue, you might as well kill me, but you can't kill my ambition, and you can't kill the soul of the imperial army in the Blessing Mountain." Ye Yang howled.

"My hands will be dirty if I kill such a brainless idiot like you."

Chu Yue pushed Ye Yang away, but because she used too much force, she pushed Ye Yang to the ground.

Ye Yang clutched the sharp blade and was about to charge towards Chu Yue again, when he saw the shining Thousand Lines Divine Scroll smashing towards him and unfolding in front of him.

Then, Chu Yue's voice sounded: "After reading this, if you still want to kill me, I will let you behead me."

Ye Yang frowned in confusion, and then looked at the Qianxing Divine Scroll in confusion, not understanding the meaning of Ye Chuyue's actions.

There is only one moon on the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll.

Beyond that, there is an empty and dark sky.

"Ye Chuyue, are you deliberately humiliating me?" Ye Yang asked with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

The bright moon recorded by the blood-winged boy made Chu Yue helpless.

In order to relieve the embarrassment, he wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, only to find that the table was smashed by Ye Yang's head, and even the teapot and cups were in a mess.

Ye Yang became so angry that he wanted to destroy the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll with a sharp blade, but the scene of the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll suddenly changed.

Moved to the two back figures.

Ye Yang recognized it in an instant, it was the back figures of Uncle Lu and Lanlan.

"Ye Chuyue, what are your intentions? If you hurt Uncle Lu and the others, I will never let you go." The veins on Ye Yang's neck were bulging, and his voice was full of anger.

The next moment, Lu Junling's voice came from the Qianxing Divine Scroll: "These people in the Imperial Army Division are almost dead, and only a few useless living dead in ice coffins are left. However, we can kill them."

The power is given to you..."

When Ye Yang, Tu Weiwei and others heard the conversation between the father and daughter, they were both frightened and furious.

At the end of the sentence, Ye Yang was mentioned:

"Between Ye Yang and Sheng Zifei, who do you prefer?"

"The Holy Princess."

"..."

As the conversations continued, the blood on Ye Yang's face seemed to be drained away, becoming less and less, until it was as pale as paper.

"All the soldiers of the Imperial Army are actually dead?" Tu Weiwei was stunned, "That's Ling Tian's First Army, how could it happen?"

Xiao Li half-squinted his eyes: "From this point of view, the death of the Imperial Army is inseparable from the Lu family of Lu Junling. It is really ironic that Lu Lan, the genius major general of the Imperial Army Department, actually relied on absorbing the flesh and blood of the Imperial Army to temper his strength.

nausea!"

Mu Fengming leaned on the side of the bed and watched the Qianxing Divine Scroll come to an end. His expression remained the same as before, without any unnecessary changes.

But the murderous aura in those eyes had the potential of a volcanic eruption, as if it was about to burn the sky.

The Imperial Army is the belief in the hearts of too many generals.

At a young age, she chose such a path largely because of the existence of the Imperial Army.

She had heard too many legends about the Imperial Army.

It was a scattered army.

At first they were all warriors from Chaimen, but they shouldered the responsibilities of their family and country.

A group of like-minded Chaimen warriors, the reserve army of the Forest of Hundred Demons, have survived war disasters one after another, but the passage of time cannot wash away their determination to live up to their original intentions.

Mu Fengming came to the Imperial Army Department but had never seen the existence of the Imperial Army. Only when he was irritable occasionally, he would bring a pot of wine and sit at the foot of the Blessing Mountain, facing the auspicious light of the Blessing Mountain and the stars in the night.

Talking about one's own business.

He also hopes that one day he can go on an expedition with the imperial army, display the power of Lingtian's army, and protect the people of the mainland from fire and water.

But now it seems that all her hopes and dreams have come true.

She brought the wine down the mountain, and what came with the breeze was not ideals, but the wails of resentful souls.

Mu Fengming lowered his head, his eyelashes lightly covering half of the crow feathers under his eyes, and laughed bitterly and self-deprecatingly.

"Mr. General Secretary, you are really hiding deep." Mu Fengming murmured softly, his eyes full of ruin.

The current director-general has been kind to her.

But looking at the Imperial Army Department, it is not just the Lu family who can kill the Imperial Army without making a sound and use the Prayer Mountain as a fig leaf.

The General Secretary must have been involved in this matter.

Even if he is not the direct culprit, he is an indirect accomplice.

Regardless of the former or the latter, she deserves death.

"How could this happen...how could this happen..."

Ye Yang sat dejectedly on the cold ground with his head drooped. The scenes of the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll and every word spoken by the Lu family father and daughter hurt him no less than a steel knife piercing his soul, calling him a cone.

His heart was piercing to the bone, and his life was worse than death.

His collapse is like the collapse of a building.

The obsession, hatred and friendship in the past have all become a joke.

Reality gave him a cruel slap in the face.

It beat him so dizzy that he even doubted whether what he saw and heard at this moment was a midnight nightmare.

"Uncle Lu respects the ancestors of the Imperial Army so much, Lan Lan..."

Ye Yang was in pain and choked with sobs that he could not speak complete words.

He raised his palms to cover his face lightly, tears flowing freely from his red eyes, soaking his palms.

He and Lu Lan have known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts...

At that time, the young Lu Lan found him kneeling on the ground holding the Imperial Army Medal and crying, and comforted him and said: "Brother Ye Yang, I will accompany you in the future. No matter how difficult this road is, as long as I

If you are still alive, I will be by your side."

In the end, the path Lu Lan chose was to become the glorious holy concubine of the Wumian tribe.

To this day, if Ye Chuyue had not taken out the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll, he would still have been kept in the dark and deceived by the father and daughter.

"Lu Junling! I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Yang picked up the sharp dagger on the ground, roared and rushed out regardless.

A golden arrow set off a biting cold wind and hit the closed door.

Ye Yang paused while looking at the arrow on the door, then turned back to look at the lazy woman.
Chapter completed!