manynovel Chapter 3311 Xiaoman (I Love You So Much)
Chapter 3311 Xiaoman (I Love You So Much)
Hu Xiaoman's sword drooped slightly, its tip pointing to the ground.
Her body was trembling.
That was a resistance deep within her soul.
That was an instinctive grief over the tragic death of Fifth Senior Sister.
"Fifth...Senior Sister..."
Her lips moved slightly, emitting an extremely faint sound.
But then.
The soul seed deep within the sea of consciousness erupted once more.
A thick black aura instantly surged into her eyes, forcibly suppressing the last vestige of clarity.
"kill!"
"Kill them all!"
Zhou Wenlun's voice was like a spell, once again taking control of her body.
The struggle in Hu Xiaoman's eyes disappeared, replaced by an even colder killing intent.
She raised her sword and thrust it at Yang Susu in front of her again.
At this moment, Yang Susu also understood that the current situation was very unfavorable for them.
If this continues, they may really die in this world.
While dodging Hu Xiaoman's sharp sword, she took out a talisman.
This is a talisman for summoning souls!
Yang Susu remembered that Xiaoman had used this soul-summoning talisman to summon the Moon Tree and the Golden Dragon.
As long as they know the location of this Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation Realm, Ashu and Along will bring Hao Fengyu and the others here.
Now, Ah Shu and Ah Long definitely can't find the location of this Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation World, which is why they haven't come here.
This Heavenly Dao's ability to hide is truly first-rate!
However, when Yang Susu lit up the soul-summoning talisman, there was no unusual reaction.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhou Wenlun floated in the air and burst into laughter.
He pointed to the slowly rotating cosmic disc above his head and said, "Yang Susu, don't expect any reinforcements!"
"I have already sealed off this space with the Cosmic Disc!"
"No one outside knows what happened here!"
"No one will come to save you!"
"You can only die here, little by little, in despair!"
"Xiaoman can only belong to the original owner."
Among the ruins.
The Ghost Lord, who was fighting Jun Yichen, also burst into wild laughter.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
As long as we kill Jun Yichen and Yang Susu, devour their souls, and completely seize Zhou Wenlun's Heavenly Dao body, the Ghost Realm will unify the Chaos!
At that time, he will be the only supreme being in this world!
Jun Yichen looked at his seriously injured wife, his daughter who was being controlled, the tragically dead Ning Shuang, and the crazed Kunlun disciples.
The last line of defense in his deep eyes crumbled.
"You... all deserve to die!"
Jun Yichen stopped suppressing the deadly poison in his body.
He unleashed his divine power.
An aura of extreme terror erupted from his body.
"Roar--!!!"
A dragon's roar shattered the heavens.
Jun Yichen transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long demonic dragon burning with black divine fire.
The flames were black, yet they shone brighter than the sun.
"Die!!!"
The demonic dragon roared, charging towards the Ghost Lord in the sky with a world-destroying aura.
The Ghost Lord's eyes widened!
I never expected that Jun Yichen, even with such serious injuries and poison in his body, could still unleash such terrifying power!
He was about to resist when the dragon slammed him into the ground with one claw.
"boom!"
The earth cracked open, and magma erupted.
Jun Yichen completely disregarded defense and relentlessly punched the enormous ghostly figure of the Ghost Lord.
Each punch was imbued with black divine fire, each punch carried a deadly rage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Ghost Lord's face, composed of countless skulls, was smashed to pieces, and black energy scattered everywhere.
"Ah—, you madman! You're a madman!"
The Ghost Lord screamed in terror.
During the great battle, he was badly beaten by Jun Yichen and Yang Susu, a married couple.
The fear of being beaten up resurfaced in my mind at that moment.
"No... release me!"
The Ghost Lord struggled desperately, trying to escape this malevolent star.
But Jun Yichen didn't give him a chance at all.
He smashed half of the Ghost Lord's head with a single punch, then turned around abruptly, not caring about killing the Ghost Lord completely, and rushed quickly towards Hu Xiaoman and Yang Susu.
There, Hu Xiaoman's longsword was about to pierce Yang Susu's heart once again.
"Xiaoman, stop!"
Jun Yichen transformed back into human form, teleported to stand in front of Yang Susu, and struck Hu Xiaoman with a palm.
But he didn't use any divine power in this palm strike; it was just pure, gentle force.
Hu Xiaoman was forced to take a few steps back.
Jun Yichen looked at his daughter's unfamiliar, murderous face, and his fist, which he had thrown, stopped abruptly in mid-air.
He can slaughter the entire world and tear apart the Ghost Lord with his bare hands.
But the one thing he couldn't bring himself to do was hurt his own daughter.
"Hu Xiaoman, wake up!"
Hu Xiaoman, who was being controlled by the Soul Seed, couldn't hear the calls at all.
All she saw was killing.
Every move she made was aimed directly at Jun Yichen's Achilles' heel.
She was familiar with all of her father's moves and, taking advantage of Jun Yichen's reluctance, left deep, bone-revealing scars on his body.
"Pfft!"
In order not to harm his daughter, Jun Yichen forcibly withdrew his protective demonic energy, and was pierced through the left shoulder by Hu Xiaoman's sword.
The immense impact pinned him to the ruined stone pillar of the altar.
Blood stained the stone pillars.
Jun Yichen looked at his expressionless daughter, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet a bitter and tender smile appeared on his face.
"Silly girl……"
"That sword...it really hurts..."
His black robes were already soaked with blood.
He watched his daughter approach step by step. Her familiar face was now as cold as a block of ice that had never melted, especially her bloodshot eyes, which were filled with murderous intent towards him, her father.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling no fear, only endless sorrow and guilt.
"Xiaoman..."
Jun Yichen's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented gentleness, clearly audible amidst the clamor of the battlefield.
"Your mother and I both love you very much."
Hu Xiaoman paused slightly in his grip on the sword.
A faint ripple seemed to flicker in those crimson eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
Jun Yichen didn't care. He just kept talking to himself, as if he wanted to make up for the fatherly love that Hu Xiaoman had lacked for the past ten thousand years.
"do you know?"
"Your mother really misses you."
"During many days and nights, she would wake up in her sleep calling your name."
"After waking up, there was a long silence."
"She brought Little Yellow to you."
"If she could, she would definitely come to your side and stay with you."
"She made a lot of dolls, and each one was sewn crookedly."
“But she treasured each one, and put a note on it that said ‘For Xiaoman.’”
“Our bedroom is filled with gifts for you, from rattles to beautiful dresses for when you grew up, there’s something for everyone.”
We are sorry!
Jun Yichen opened his eyes and looked at his daughter, whose eyes showed a hint of struggle. A sense of relief appeared in his eyes.
"Xiaoman, you left us when you were born."
"I left you to face the dangers of this world alone, and I made you suffer so much."
"Now you'll also have to bear the guilt of patricide and matricide..."