After crossing over, I was favored by the villain

"I used to be your master."

"Sister, I don't blame her."

"Have you ever thought about whether she might suddenly lose control and kill your mother?"

"Yan'er, long time no see."

It seems like everything is connected.

She heard the death knell clearly before she fell into coma three years ago. During the palace coup, Feng Hanyun volunteered to go. Feng Hanyun must have been in the hall at that time.

Therefore, the hall was flooded with blood.

Therefore, Tuoba Yue's body was not left, and the bones of the two thousand cavalrymen who accompanied him were turned into ashes.

Therefore, Jin Xi did not speak a word for three years.

Therefore, everything was because the evil spirit entered her body and went out of control, and she killed Jin Yujue and her mother with her own hands.

Jin Yan's emotional fluctuations caused the heartless Gu in her body to break free from the restraints of the Buddha's Light Spirit. The heartless Gu that successfully escaped began to devour her heart. The pain from her chest made her feel a bloody smell in her throat.

"Puff——" a mouthful of blood came out.

What followed was that those vague memories gradually emerged, as if she were having a last glimmer of light. The revolving plot played in her memory on a loop. Her eyes, which had been stern at the beginning, gradually softened, and her body went limp at the moment of backlash.

It was caught steadily by Zhenxu Shengren who was standing behind her.

By pressing several acupoints on Jin Yan, the backlash of the heartless Gu was temporarily stabilized.

Feng Hanyun was shocked when she saw this, but she was still controlling Zhong Changqing and was afraid that Zhong Changqing would suddenly attack her if he got out of her control.

Immortal Zhenxu and Feng Hanyun looked at each other, then left the hall with Jin Yan.

Zhong Changqing finally showed a proud look on his face. Feng Hanyun's sword became more intense. She looked at Gong Xi Haoran, who had not spoken a word, and said, "Gong Xi Haoran, the first promise I want you to fulfill is to kill Zhong Changqing."

Gong Xi Haoran was shocked, "What did you say?"

Feng Hanyun sneered, "If you don't kill him, I will kill you!"

Gong Xi Haoran looked at Zhong Changqing with murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhong Changqing hurriedly said, "Brother Gongxi, you can't believe what she said."

Gong Xi Haoran's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but his face was more smiling. He picked up the guard's sword and slowly walked towards Zhong Changqing, "Brother Zhong, don't blame me. It was Zhongxia who suppressed Nanyuan for many years. There has been a grudge between us. After all, I still owe Pavilion Master Feng a promise."

Zhong Changqing saw clearly that Gong Xi Haoran was really going to take action, so he hurriedly said, "Brother Gong Xi, I will withdraw my troops now and will never suppress Nan Yuan in any way."

"Too late!" Gong Xi Haoran had already walked in front of Zhong Changqing. When the two exchanged glances, it seemed as if they were plotting something.

Feng Hanyun didn't give the two of them any chance at all. He pushed Zhong Changqing beside him out, and he just happened to hit Gong Xi Haoran's sword. The blade pierced Zhong Changqing's abdomen, and the blood flowed continuously.

Gong Xi Haoran quickly loosened his hand holding the knife and shouted, "It's not me! Brother Zhong Chang, Zhong Changqing..."

Feng Hanyun kicked Gong Xi Haoran away, and Yu Zibo quickly flew over to catch Gong Xi Haoran. The weak Gong Xi Haoran spit out a mouthful of blood after landing.

Seeing this, Zhong Changwei rushed over with the determination to fight him to the death, "I will kill you!"

Before she could get close, Feng Hanyun simply waved his sleeves, and Zhong Changwei was knocked flying. Her body hit a pillar and fell down, and the sound of her broken bones could be heard.

In just a few minutes, there were casualties, shocking everyone. The chief eunuch hurriedly confirmed that Zhong Changqing was dead and shouted, "Murder! The demon lost control and killed people!"

Feng Hanyun glared at the eunuch coldly, and struck hard with the sword in his hand. The eunuch's voice stopped abruptly, and then his head and body were separated, followed by a scream.

There was no way Yu Zibo could sit there and wait for death, so he drew the sword from his waist and started to wrestle with Feng Hanyun.

Everyone in the hall fled in panic, and soon the noise was heard outside, and they rushed in to help Yu Zibo deal with Feng Hanyun.

Inside the palace hall, the originally solemn and dignified atmosphere was now filled with tension and solemnity.

The magnificent ceiling of the palace flickered under the candlelight, but it could not hide the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Feng Hanyun stood in the center of the hall with a sword on her back. She was tall and straight, with a dark demonic aura emanating from her body. The demonic aura surged like a substance, surrounding her as if with intelligence, and exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

She was dressed in a black robe, the corners of her clothes rustling, and her face was filled with disdain and coldness. There was a dark purple light flashing in her deep eyes, as if she was mocking the group of people around her who were trying to besiege her.

The people surrounding them were all masters from various parties, including royal guards in fine armor. They held spears with the tips of their spears flashing coldly under the lights. They were lined up in neat rows, their eyes revealing a determination to face death.

There was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword tightly in his hand, muttering something, with talismans floating around him, trying to suppress the devil with Taoist magic.

"You, the devil, will never escape from here today!" Yu Zibo shouted loudly.

Before he finished speaking, everyone rushed forward like the first shot fired.

The guards were the first to thrust their spears forward, the tips of the spears creating gusts of wind, while the Taoists used their magic, rays of light shooting towards the demon.

Feng Hanyun just smiled coldly, waved his hands violently, and a magical power so powerful that it was almost terrifying burst out like a black storm.

Wherever the evil spirit went, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sizzling sound.

The guards who were in the front were directly blown away like tattered rag dolls. They screamed, their bodies drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. The collision of their armor with the ground made a dull sound and raised a cloud of dust.

However, the crowd was not frightened by this powerful force, but instead became more determined to eliminate the demon.

The Taoists quickly changed their spells, chanting incantations more and more rapidly. The talismans seemed to be given life, combining themselves into various mysterious patterns in the air, and then transformed into dazzling rays of light that shot towards the demon god.

Some of these lights were like sharp swords, and some were like ropes, trying to restrain the demon from different directions.

Some held sharp blades and chopped, stabbed or picked them. The cold light flashed when the blades were waved, just like a meteor across the night sky.

Yu Zibo jumped high, and the sword in his hand drew a graceful arc and slashed towards the demon's neck.

The other one scurried along the ground like a cheetah, stabbing the demon's leg joints with the sword in his hand, trying to restrict her movements.

Seeing this, Feng Hanyun suddenly turned around and his black robe rolled like a dark cloud.

She raised her foot and stomped heavily on the ground. The whole hall shook violently, and cracks appeared on the ground. A faint black aura seeped out of the cracks.

This aura spread rapidly, transforming into black tentacles that rolled towards the approaching attacker.

The guards used their spears to resist, but were easily entangled by the tentacles. Many were pulled to the ground and struggled in agony.

But the light of the Taoists' talismans arrived in time, colliding with the black tentacles, making crackling sounds, and the light and darkness intertwined to form a strange scene.

For a moment, the hall was filled with shouts of killing, the roar of spells, and the collision of weapons. The battle became more and more intense. The entire palace seemed to be trembling in this fierce confrontation. The ornaments on the walls fell down one after another, and the exquisite porcelain was shattered all over the floor, but this thrilling battle was still in full swing.