You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"You are loyal and righteous." Fang Qing's slightly sarcastic voice slowly drifted down from the chariot like a piece of cold snowflakes.

At this time, the National Defense Army, dressed in black armor, was like a surging black tide, flooding over the rugged rocks with great momentum.

Fang Qing stood proudly at the highest point, the sword at his waist emitting the same cold green light as the jade pendant, like a cold gaze.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile, and he said coldly: "But unfortunately, today you and this mob... none of you can escape!"

"You have no chance of defeating me at all!"

Liu Yi was not afraid at all and took a step forward. This action instantly made the National Defense Army behind Fang Qing feel like they were facing a formidable enemy. They all pointed their spears horizontally, with the tips of the spears flashing with cold murderous intent, ready to strike.

"You're right." Liu Yi's expression gradually became lonely, like a leaf about to wither in autumn, "I have failed Mr. Liu's high expectations, and my death is not a pity..."

However, before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became firm again, like a raging fire suddenly ignited in the cold night, "But you can't kill these casual cultivators!"

"They are the important helpers of Lord Liu in changing the world. He has been preparing for a long time for the benefit of the people of the world. If you kill them, can you withstand his wrath?!"

The corners of Fang Qing's mouth curled up in an arc of extreme sarcasm, and his eyes were full of undisguised disdain, as if he was looking at a ridiculous ant.

"Liu Yi, Liu Yi, you are so naive. Do you think that Mr. Liu is really as you think, and that he only cares about the world?"

He slowly walked forward, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be on the pulse of this space. "This so-called 'rescue' is just a part of his carefully planned chess game. You and these casual cultivators are all chess pieces in his hands."

"Now... you have become abandoned!"

Liu Yi's brows furrowed instantly, and the doubts in his heart surged like a raging tide.

But he still said firmly: "Don't talk nonsense here! Mr. Liu cares about the people, how could he do such a thing?"

Fang Qing raised his head and laughed. The laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing wildly in this secret realm that was almost silent to death, as if it was going to shatter the entire space.

"Caring for the people? It's just a fancy excuse for him to win people's hearts. What he wants is never these!"

"This time, he deliberately let me do what I wanted, hoping to use me to slaughter you all!"

"Use your blood to pave the way to heaven!"

Liu Yi's heart was shaken violently, although deep down he was still struggling to resist and was unwilling to believe what Fang Qing said.

But Fang Qing's confident expression and seemingly thorough inferences were like cold needles that slowly pierced into his heart, causing him to have an irresistible suspicion.

"You are lying! If Mr. Liu had such intention, why did he go to such trouble?"

Although Liu Yi still refuted so strongly, his tone was obviously no longer as firm as before, and there was a bit of trembling in his voice due to lack of confidence.

Fang Qing stopped and stared at Liu Yi with a hawk-like gaze, enunciating each word as if he wanted to carve each word into Liu Yi's heart: "What a fuss?"

"This is not a big deal." Fang Qing shook his head jokingly, his eyes full of cunning, "As a chess player... using your own chess pieces to kill the opponent's chess pieces is an unchanging rule."

"And you... were simply lured in by Mr. Liu's clever trick."

Liu Yi was silent for a moment, with a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.

He couldn't help but recall the strange signs from before, those strange flickering lights and shadows, like mysterious and dangerous signals;

There was also a paper eagle that disappeared inexplicably, as if it was quietly wiped away by an invisible hand in the darkness.

Could it be... that Liu Yuntian is really controlling all this?

"You lied to me! All this is just an excuse for your betrayal!" Liu Yi suddenly shouted, with a hint of panic in his voice, trying to dispel the uneasiness that followed him like a shadow.

Fang Qing just sneered coldly, like the north wind in winter, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. But you might as well think about it, this world was created by Liu Gong... He is the master here!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger downwards, mercilessly pointing at the struggling army of cultivators on the ground, "Why would he let you die without helping?"

Liu Yi's heart suddenly trembled. Fang Qing's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his inner defenses hard, making his heart seem to be torn apart in an instant.

He opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them no matter what.

The mysterious night in my memory reappeared like a ghost.

— “We are the sheepdogs, and He is the Shepherd.”

——"You have to understand one thing, sheepdogs and sheep... are actually two different creatures."

——"When the sheepdog dies, the shepherd will be next!"

"I want to see Mr. Liu!" Liu's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he suddenly attacked like a mad beast.

He suddenly pushed his coat to his waist, and in an instant, countless origami fireflies swarmed out from his arms, like a bright and dangerous sea of ​​light, covering the entire sky in an instant.

The origami firefly flashed with strange light, as if telling of his resolute mood at the moment.

If Fang Qing does not agree to his request, he will blow up the entire secret realm and die with everyone!

"Meet Mr. Liu?" Fang Qing sneered, his smile full of contempt, and then raised his hand to signal the National Defense Army to take action, "You..."

Before he could finish his words, the entire secret realm seemed to freeze in time.

Liu Yuntian was dressed in a black robe, like a lord from the dark abyss, stepping slowly down on those frozen origami fireflies.

The mysterious patterns embroidered with gold thread on the black robe now flowed like stars in the sky, slowly exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His fingertips lightly stroked the edge of Fang Qing's sword, the movement as gentle as a breeze blowing across flower petals.

However, the next moment, the sword seemed to be suddenly endowed with a strange intelligence. With a "clang" sound, it broke away from Fang Qing's hand and turned into a dazzling sword light. Like lightning, it chopped all the origami fireflies into tiny pieces of paper in the blink of an eye. The pieces fluttered and scattered on the ground like heavy snow.

"What's your doubt?" Liu Yuntian looked at Liu Yi expressionlessly, his eyes so cold as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

Liu Yi's pupils trembled violently, and his eyes gradually became moist, as if a layer of fog was gradually spreading.

"Mr. Liu! Why is this happening?!" He staggered two steps unwillingly, his voice filled with tears, like a child abandoned by the world, "But Liu Yi is useless? Did he disappoint you?"

He would rather believe that it was his incompetence that caused Liu Yuntian to change his bet than to believe that Liu Yuntian had been deceiving him from the beginning.

In his world, Liu Yuntian had long been the person closest to him and the one he respected the most, and the whole of his inner world. He simply could not accept such a cruel result.

"There is another secret bag... Open it and take a look." Liu Yuntian looked down at him, his eyes as calm as water, and raised his eyes to signal.

"Brocade...brocade bag?" Liu Yi's face was numb and he slowly lowered his head.

He tremblingly raised the hand wearing the storage ring, a faint light flashed, and the last treasure bag appeared in his hand.

But his movements froze here in an instant, his heart filled with fear... He didn't dare to look at the contents inside, as if it was a black hole that would swallow up all his hopes once opened.

"Don't you want to see it?"

Liu Yuntian landed lightly on a three-meter-high mound of earth and casually kicked the nearest rock with his toes.

In an instant, Fang Qing suddenly covered his heart and let out a painful groan. He fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The spiritual heart-protecting mirror on his chest suddenly began to show cracks as dense as a spider web.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the spiritual power shield around Liu Zhou shattered like glass.

"Do you know that you are the son of destiny?" Liu Yuntian asked again, his voice calm without a trace of emotion.

Liu Yi was about to respond when a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, interrupting him abruptly.

He raised his arm with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his shaking hands, his eyes full of unwillingness, "So what if I'm the son of destiny... Do you think I would betray you?!"

Liu Yuntian shook his head slowly, his eyes still as calm as water, "No, I have never doubted your loyalty."

"It's just... your death is very important to me."

After saying that, Liu Yuntian's figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost. When he appeared again, he was squatting silently in front of Liu Yi.

"I never lied to you."

"You are a sheepdog, but I am not."

"In blasphemy, you are the fake god created. You are the key to the god's apparent health bar."

At this point, he raised his hand to signal, and Fang Qing immediately understood. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he commanded the National Defense Army to start slaughtering the army of independent cultivators like hungry wolves.

For a moment, there were screams and blood splattered everywhere, and the entire secret realm seemed to have turned into hell on earth.

Liu Yuntian stood in the raging blood wave, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a cold and crazy smile, "And I... am a blasphemer!"

The massacre was still raging mercilessly, and screams were heard all around, like sharp blades cutting Liu Yi's nerves again and again.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power was rapidly draining away from his broken dantian like water bursting a dam.

Liu Yi closed his eyes tightly and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Then why are you so nice to me?!"

"You raised me and taught me all the art of war... You even arranged for a master to teach me the way of the sword?!"

"Is all of this just a false dream?!"

As the death toll continued to rise, the strong and pungent smell of blood, like an airtight net, enveloped the entire space.

Even the bright moon hanging high in the sky seemed to be infected by the bloody air, gradually turning into a chilling blood red color.

At this moment, Fang Qing quickly came to the two of them.

Liu Yuntian looked calm, and took a step back without leaving a trace. Then he slowly extended a finger and pointed at the blood-red sky. His tone was cold, as if it came from the Netherworld: "Because of checks and balances."

"If there is no such check and balance, how can you willingly come here to surrender?"

"He desires checks and balances... Then I will grant him what he wants and give him this so-called balance."

"And then overthrow it in one fell swoop... and launch a challenge!"

At this moment, Fang Qing took the long sword from Wu Bo's hand steadily. The blade flashed a cold light under the moonlight. His face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at Liu Yuntian with empty eyes.

"Are you scared?" Liu Yuntian looked back with a sharp gaze, and his voice seemed to penetrate the blood and noise around him.

Fang Qing did not answer, but walked silently to Liu Yi with steady and resolute steps.

He was very clear about the profound meaning of Liu Yuntian's question.

Liu Yi is the son of destiny, and he knows only too well the serious consequences of killing the son of destiny.

But he had already thought about this.

Even if Liu Yi was not killed, the lives of the two million independent cultivators in his hands were destined to be unacceptable to heaven and be punished by heaven.

From this perspective, there is actually not much difference whether there is one more or one less Liu Yi, the son of destiny.

Besides, he already knew all these things clearly.

Just before coming here, Liu Yuntian returned to the court and against all odds, supported him as the new emperor of Daliang.

He knew in his heart that he needed to face the harsh punishment of Heaven and act as a shield for Liu Yuntian, attracting all firepower for him so that Liu Yuntian could deal with the sanctions of Heaven in full condition.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was like the sentence of death.

Fang Qing raised his knife and a stream of bright red blood spurted out like a sharp arrow, splashing onto his face. The warm blood slowly slid down his cheek.

Fang Qing slowly bent down, picked up Liu Yi's head with steady movements, and then held it high and presented it in front of Liu Yuntian.

At this moment, Liu Yi, until the last moment of his life, still had a dull expression on his face, as if he had not yet recovered from this sudden change.

Liu Yuntian leaned forward slightly, put his face close to Liu Yi's head, raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you..."

"Your mother... I secretly arranged for that housekeeper to kill her."

"From the very beginning, your fate has been firmly in my hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yi's head, which had been lifeless, suddenly moved.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, becoming as round as copper bells. There seemed to be endless anger and hatred burning in his eyes, like two sharp blades, staring at Liu Yuntian.

A dozen breaths passed quietly, Liu Yi's expression gradually froze, his vitality completely dissipated, and he finally died.

And that expression full of resentment and unwillingness was forever frozen at this moment.

Liu Yuntian slowly stood up, frowned slightly, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, with a hint of inquiry and indifference in his tone: "It turns out that after being beheaded, one can still retain consciousness and hear sounds for a short time."

"I thought I had seen through you... But I never expected that I was wrong about you after all."

At some point, Wuji's figure appeared behind Liu Yuntian like a ghost.

He stared at Liu Yi's head with a complicated look, his eyes were intertwined with regret and helplessness, "I thought you would let him die in the charge against Tiandao."

"Perhaps only in this way can he die willingly..."

Liu Yuntian glanced at Wuji with eyes as sharp as ice knives, and said coldly: "Do you think I would trust a puppet of the Heavenly Dao?"

"His feelings for you have already transcended everything in the world!" Wuji couldn't help but refute loudly, emotionally, "Between the Heavenly Dao and you, I firmly believe that he will definitely choose you!"

"Yeah." Liu Yuntian just responded coldly, his tone calm, as if all this was unimportant.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked deeply at the sky dyed red by the blood moon, as if he was lost in memories. "In my memory, there is a sentence that touches my heart."

"What?" Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, with a searching look in his eyes.

"I would rather... let the world let me down than let the world let me down! I can't afford the risk."

Liu Yuntian spoke each word clearly, his voice was low and cold, as if it came from an endless dark abyss.