Douluo's blast also has a way back

"What are you talking about? Your Highness is a lie?"

Although Mo Zhu was surprised that they were so sure that Xue Qinghe was fake, he didn't know it and had to pretend that he had also been deceived.

"You do not know?"

Fang Tiancheng looked puzzled, then glanced at Mo Zhu playfully, "In that case, let me tell you. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died five years ago, and the second and third princes were also poisoned by the same poison. Poisoned to death."

"When the second prince and the third prince die, who will benefit?"

Fang Tiancheng looked at Xue Qinghe, who had a gloomy look on his face, "Of course it's our Crown Prince."

"How can you be alive? You are obviously dead!" Xue Qinghe's voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that Fang Tiancheng's presence surprised him.

"After you poisoned the second prince, although the third prince was obsessed with cultivation, he was not a fool. He put me in contact with Prince Snow Star very early. It was precisely because of Prince Snow Star that I was able to be in the Spirit Hall. It exists when the offal pierces through the heart, and its strength is even greater!"

"What does he mean? Who is this person?" Mo Zhu retreated to Xue Qinghe and asked doubtfully.

He knew thoroughly about Xue Qinghe's identity, but in the original work, he remembered that Qian Renxue's identity was revealed five years later and her plan failed.

But now an unknown person appears and knows that Xue Qinghe is fake. What's going on?

Xue Qinghe breathed out and said with a gloomy expression: "He was the third brother's teacher back then. After the second brother was poisoned, he was robbed and killed by me and the people from Wuhun Palace, but he should have been shot through the heart and died. Why? Now actually..."

"Second brother, third brother?"

Fang Tiancheng sneered, "You are so kind when you scream. I am almost impressed by your acting skills, you are the lackey of Wuhun Palace."

Xue Qinghe stared at Fang Tiancheng and felt an aura from him that he hated. It was different from the deep darkness on Zhu Zhuqing's body, but made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart, like a natural enemy.

"The lackey of Wuhun Palace? Are you really okay with saying that? He degenerated into the soul-chasing sword of the evil soul master." Xue Qinghe did not panic, but instead sneered.

"With your current status as an evil soul master, even if you jump out to point out that I am not the real Xue Qinghe, you will not be trusted by my father."

Fang Tiancheng was silent.

"Not only that, the Xue Xing behind you will also be found to have dealings with the evil soul master. If this matter is known to everyone in the world, my father will definitely trust my words, not yours!"

Xue Qinghe analyzed calmly, while also observing Fang Tiancheng's face, guessing why he didn't stand up to correct himself.

Fang Tiancheng clenched his fists until they turned white, with an ugly and angry expression. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "You are right, otherwise, you would be dead."

Xue Qinghe's expression was tense, but his face remained calm and calm, "So you plan to take action here? Although everyone outside belongs to Uncle Xue Xing, I am the prince now!"

Fang Tiancheng sneered and said disdainfully: "Since I dare to reveal my identity in front of you, I must be sure to kill you here."

"Wait a moment!"

Mo Zhu suddenly stretched out his hand, pretending to be innocent, and said with an apologetic smile: "This is a grudge within your royal family. It's not good for me as an outsider to get involved. How about you let me go."

"Let you go? You are too naive if you want to leave here alive after killing my subordinates."

Fang Tiancheng snorted coldly, then swung his sword with a heavy force, and a sword energy burst out.

Mozhu quickly surged the sword energy of the wind around Azakana's sword, slashed out with one sword, and hit the oncoming bloody sword energy.

Immediately, a mountain-like force came from above. Mo Zhu's expression changed, and his eyes were no longer as playful as before. He immediately increased the output of his own power and cut off the opponent's sword energy.

When Fang Tiancheng saw this, he said with emotion: "He is indeed an incredible genius, and he has understood the meaning of the sword at such a young age. However, you are just serving as a side dish, and your Highness is the prince at the main table!"

Fang Tiancheng took one step forward, and suddenly the turbulent momentum surged out like an overwhelming force. The violent and frenzied aura stirred wantonly, as ferocious and harsh as the wail of a ghost.

This momentum was directed at Xue Qinghe, and he couldn't resist it without activating her martial spirit. But if she activated her angelic martial spirit now, and let this guy run away, it would be hard to explain.

At this moment, Mo Zhu stood in front of Xue Qinghe, and his overbearing aura suddenly descended in the air, directly colliding with the opponent's violent aura.

Immediately, the glass of the entire castle exploded, and the ancient and gorgeous walls were broken. Some wooden tables, railings, and handrails were all collapsed, and some were even crushed into powder by the two auras.

"Is this the soul power pressure of Contra? It is indeed terrifyingly strong."

Cold sweat broke out on Mo Zhu's forehead. It was obvious that he was having a hard time at the moment, but fortunately the other party did not kill him as soon as he came up.

When Fang Tiancheng saw that Mo Zhu actually used an unknown aura to block the pressure of his soul power, surprise appeared in his dark eyes.

Then, a stronger and more violent aura was like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, wrapped in a scalp-numbing wailing sound, and hit Mo Zhu one after another.

Mo Zhu's mind moved, and the phoenix pattern on his back emitted a bright stream of light. Then a golden light bloomed behind him, and then the loud sound of the phoenix's cry resounded in the castle.

A pair of huge purple-gold wings stretched out from behind the black bamboo, and at the same time, a strange coercion naturally emerged from the phoenix wings.

This is the pressure of Zhenfeng.

But after this pressure appeared, Fang Tiancheng's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, a look of disbelief appeared in his calm and deep eyes.

"This... this is... what is your relationship with the Shui family in Tianshui City!" Fang Tiancheng asked.

And because of his sudden questioning, his aura showed flaws.

Behind the ink bamboo, a blazing golden light suddenly burst out, and the sacred aura was revealed.

Two pairs of wings were spread out, the golden wings were gorgeous and noble, exuding soft and domineering golden light.

At the same time, a noble and beautiful angel's shadow slowly rose behind Mo Zhu.

In the center of the angel's shadow, four golden angel wings wrapped Xue Qinghe, and the golden light flowing around him joyfully surrounded Xue Qinghe, as if welcoming the arrival of the angel.

Xue Qinghe's face slowly changed in the golden light, and was replaced by an almost perfect angelic face that was alluring. A layer of golden light peeled off his skin, revealing the smooth and tender skin like mutton fat and white jade.

The black clothes turned into a noble white gold war skirt and stretched downwards. The close-fitting skirt perfectly outlined Qian Renxue's exquisite curves. A pair of slender jade legs were wrapped in white stockings, and the outermost layer was also covered with a layer of white silk stockings. Golden armor.

Noble and dashing, Qian Renxue showed her original appearance in front of outsiders for the first time.

For a moment, Fang Tiancheng himself was dumbfounded, but compared to Qian Renxue's stunning appearance, he was even more surprised by the true form of the martial spirit behind him.

Seraphim!

"Seraphim... Wuhundian, who are you, Qianxunji!"