Chapter 345: A Showdown Across a Thousand Years

In Sui Garden, the chaotic scene stirred up waves, and the thick black air was like boiling water. Countless Sui Yang forces containing emotions and power gathered in the center of Sui Garden like a funnel.

And the center of the funnel is the floating smoke.

"What did you say!!!"

From the beginning, Fu Yan's expression did not change much, and he always looked confident of winning. Even after losing to Gui Naifen and his group, he did not show any lost expression. But at this moment, he could not help but be surprised.

Looking at Xihuang, who was barely breathing and looked like he would die in the next second, Fuyan couldn't imagine that he was still chatting and laughing with her just a few days ago.

Although he was rude in words, he was secretly proud and happy for this little brother.

If it can escape this fate, it means that at least someone from Suiyang in Suiyuan, who had fought against General Teng Xiao, can get out of this situation.

And now, Yao Luo actually told him that Xi Huang was about to die?

Will Suiyang die too? No, he is not now.

Fu Yan's eyes were fixed on Yao Luo. The fear he had shown earlier because of Yao Luo's performance disappeared without a trace. What was left was the courage of an ordinary boss who wanted to seek an explanation for his younger brother.

"Human, you said he would be fine."

Yao Luo was silent. Yes, Xihuang would be fine. Deleting his memory was easier for him than a naughty child fishing a little yellow duck out of the bathtub.

But doing so would be equivalent to killing the proof that "Xenhuang" ever existed.

“Fuyan… Boss, you guys… stop… cough cough!!”

Xihuang's skin, which was originally as white as a porcelain doll, now became a little bloodless, but she still tried her best to stop the conflict between the two.

But before he could say two sentences, Xihuang coughed violently again, as if he wanted to cough out his own lungs.

"puff!"

A ball of black blood spit out from Xihuang's mouth, and it seemed to be mixed with something like fragments.

After letting out this breath, Xihuang's tone of voice suddenly became much clearer.

"As long as I can see Boss Fuyan still looking like this in the end, I will feel relieved."

Fuyan hurried to the bedside, held Xihuang's hand, and looked at Yaoluo viciously.

"Human, if you are not here to laugh at us, then leave immediately. This is not a place for you."

Fu Yan could see that even this man with great magical powers would probably not be able to save Xin Huang at this moment.

Yao Luo shook his head and said softly.

"It's not me, but I brought the person you wanted to see."

Sideways, a general with long white hair, a black tortoise mask, a mighty aura like mountains and rivers, and suppressing all directions walked quietly from behind Yao Luo.

"Jing Yuan..."

Fu Yan gritted his teeth. This man was indeed the person he wanted to see most these days. Before, he had persuaded the ghost-hunting team, Sui Yang, who had been suppressed in Sui Garden, in one way or another and had made them return to his body.

His current strength can be said to be the best so far, except for Hui Yan who was killed by Yao Luo himself a while ago.

This was the "best opportunity" he could seize. He lured the ghost-hunting team away from the mountain, and by passing false information to Huo Huo, he dragged them all to Huaixing Port.

Theoretically, the defensive manpower inside Suiyuan has reached a minimum level. As long as enough unrest can be caused, the vision of "challenging General Luofu" can be easily achieved.

Now, although his goal has been achieved, it is not what he expected. Luofu's generals can challenge him at any time, but Xuanhuang is the only one among them who has obtained a human body and completely reincarnated into a human being in hundreds and thousands of years.

Fu Yan would rather sleep for another hundred or eighty years than achieve his goal like this.

"General! Yao Luo!"

Xing and others followed breathlessly. After completing the task there, they rushed back to Suiyuan as quickly as possible.

Jing Yuan and Yao Luo looked at each other. There seemed to be an inexplicable tacit understanding between them. Without further ado, Jing Yuan stepped forward.

"Fuyan, you have accumulated enough strength these days, so..."

"The general of Luofu has come as promised to fight you."

Jing Yuan's eyes were as sharp as torches, and as he walked, the armor on his body and his aura buzzed. He was just the figure of one person, but he exuded the aura of thousands of chariots and horses.

"Then... come on!"

Fu Yan's face was dark, with shadows covering his brows. There was no excitement on his face, only a seriousness that he had never shown before.

Yao Luo retreated with Xihuang, and a rainbow-shaped film covered Xihuang's mobile bed, making it difficult for any external fluctuations to invade.

"General, we need your help..."

Jing Yuan was about to wave his hand to refuse, when the unique sound of floating smoke suddenly became louder and shook the surrounding bamboo leaves.

"Since this is a reenactment of a war that happened thousands of years ago, how can there be no soldiers and pawns..."

A powerful aura different from usual emanated from Fuyan's body, and colorful Suiyang ball flames emerged from his side one after another. Each one was a Suiyang that the ghost hunting team had spent a lot of effort to capture.

There was no fear in their eyes, only a feeling of determination, as if they had been waiting for this day since the moment they were born.

"Soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings, you..."

“Let’s go together!!”

Fu Yan's momentum at this moment reached its peak with this war roar. He didn't understand why he was so excited, but every time he saw the dying face of Xin Huang beside him, a nameless rage burned from the bottom of his heart until his whole body was ignited like firewood.

"Why---"

Yao Luo let out a long sigh, and the melodious sound echoed in the venue, like the sound of an ancient bell with a history of thousands of years. Along with the sound, the stone platform under the feet of Jing Yuan and others underwent amazing changes.

The platform, which was originally only a dozen feet in size, suddenly expanded at this moment, like a chess board.

Dozens of feet, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet... until it expanded to the size of a real ancient battlefield, Yao Luo stopped.

On Fuyan's side, countless controlled puppets sprang up from the battlefield like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and charged towards Jingyuan and his companions with steps that never looked back.

Facing a huge army, Jing Yuan and Xing Wu Ren were not afraid at all.

"Everyone, please join me in the battle!"

"Yes!"

Xing and others grasped their weapons and followed Jing Yuan closely. The war between the two sides, which seemed to have unequal numbers of people, broke out at this moment.

The war between man and the sun, between flesh and spirit, which lasted for thousands of years, once again appeared before people's eyes, and a barely perceptible glow appeared on Xihuang's originally sickly face.

"Boss Fuyan, you have to... cheer up."

(End of this chapter)