She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement

When his father saw that he had become the target of his mother's hatred, he couldn't bear it, so he took him to the Ares Clan. In the end, with his performance, he became Zhan Jiuxiao's young disciple, and was even favored by Zhan Jiuxiao, becoming the son-in-law of the God of War clan.

Zhan Wuya hated his mother, hated his mother for being indiscriminate, and hated his mother for favoring his brother and being harsh on him.

But at the same time, Zhan Wuya is also ashamed of his brother.

He didn't believe that his brother was killed by him, but he understood that the reason why his brother was so weak was because he robbed him of nutrients in his mother's womb.

He felt a petite hand emerge from the ghost aura, and the hand gently placed on his chest, and he felt a cold and strange breath, following his skin and entering his body.

Suddenly, Zhan Wuya felt sweating all over his body and his scalp was numb.

"Wuya." The little boy's voice was soft and weak.

Zhan Wuya blinked his eyelashes uncontrollably, his voice unable to conceal the pain and self-blame, "Brother, are you here to ask for your life?"

He thought the little boy came to ask for his life.

But the little boy said: "Wuya, my brother has never blamed you. It was my brother who caused you trouble. Wuya, you have to move forward courageously and don't get stuck in the guilt of your brother. My brother's life is short. You must take my share and live a more brilliant life."

The brother in my memory was also like this, always looking at him with a tolerant smile.

But he looked clearly several years younger than himself.

"...Brother." Zhan Wuya squeezed the spear in his hand and said with a choked voice, "You're right, I should move forward courageously." He suddenly grasped the hand on his chest , pushed the hand away with force, and said with a choked voice: "To move forward, you have to clear all obstacles. Brother, I'm sorry!"

After saying that, Zhan Wuya pressed the trigger suddenly and beat the evil ghost to pieces with just one shot.

The evil ghost dispersed, and a forest-white long sword suddenly came out from behind the demon, and it went straight to Zhan Wuya's life gate.

Realizing that the sword contained infinite chilling ghost energy, Zhan Wuya realized that the sword was not Ye Qingyang's weapon, but Ye Qingyang himself!

This sword gathered all Ye Qingyang's energy.

At that moment, Zhan Wuya felt the threat of death.

Facing Ye Qingyang's power and power, Zhan Wuya did not dare to look down upon him at all. He did not hesitate to activate his spiritual power to its strongest state, and then his body merged with the spear in his hand.

Zhan Wuya's beast form is a black sniper rifle, but now that he has reached the realm of the Imperial Master, his beast form gun has already acquired self-awareness and can freely change combat forms.

At this moment, the spear and Zhan Wuya merged into one, turning into a mecha tank man.

The mecha tank man raised his mechanical right arm and delivered a fatal blow to the forest-white long sword.

Bang——

Cannonballs and bone swords collided mercilessly in the dark void, and suddenly the entire battlefield shook violently. Yin Rong and the others subconsciously grasped the edge of the stands below them to prevent them from falling to the ground. In the void, Mrs. Bray and the others narrowed their eyes.

The destructive power of a battle between emperor master level experts is quite terrifying.

Slowly, the fog began to lift.

Everyone looked down at the battlefield below and saw that the playing field was covered with countless broken cracks, intertwined together like a spider web.

And Zhan Wuya, who was known as the number one genius of the God of War Clan, was half-kneeling on the ground. He still held his gun in his hand, but the school uniform outside his body was covered with blood stains, and there was a bloody hole on his left knee.

It was a scar pierced by a long sword.

Blood gurgled from his knees, staining the floor beneath him red.

This was the important reason why he couldn't stand up.

Zhan Wuya looked like this, in a rare embarrassment.

And what about Ye Qingyang?

Ye Qingyang's long coat was torn by Zhan Wuya's gun, and under the torn sleeves, his arms were blown to pieces. Blood dripped onto the ground, but he seemed not to feel any pain.

Ye Qingyang held a long sword in his hand and used the sword as a crutch, holding it in front of him.

Ye Qingyang was still standing, even though his figure was trembling, he was still standing.

One side is half-kneeling and the other is standing. In this battle, the answer is very obvious who is better.

When Jing Jiaren saw that Ye Qingyang could actually hurt Zhan Wuya like this, a complicated expression appeared on her cold and beautiful face. The embarrassed figure of the young man kneeling outside her house twenty years ago could not help but come to mind.

At that time, in Jing Jiaren's eyes, he was like a lost dog.

The Ye Qingyang in front of him was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, and his appearance was still in a mess.

But when Jing Jiaren looked at him, she could no longer feel the decadence and despair that a bereaved dog should have from him.

Although he was injured, his calm and calm temperament showed his strength at all times.

The boy I once was has really grown up.

At this time, Jing Jiaren suddenly noticed a person standing in the stands next door. The man flew directly to the stands and ran towards Zhan Wuya.

"Wuya!" Zhan Jiangxue rushed to Zhan Wuya's side, bent down to hold Zhan Wuya's arm, and saw that Zhan Wuya's knee had been bleeding, and her eyes were so anxious that her eyes were red. "Wuya, can you still stand up?"

Zhan Wuya held Zhan Jiangxue's arm and said, "Pull me up."

Zhan Jiangxue quickly supported the other person and used her strength to help him up.

Zhan Wuya put away his beastly state, clasped his fists with both hands, nodded tremblingly towards Ye Qingyang and said, "I will lose this battle, Ye Qingyang, you passed the challenge."

Hearing this, Ye Qingyang nodded. He held the bone sword and was about to turn around. As if he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head and said to Zhan Wuya: "On the Continent of the Undead, there are many people who are obsessed with reincarnation. The ghost path I practice is all about refining the real undead."

These words sounded a bit meaningless, at least Zhan Jiangxue couldn't understand them.

But Zhan Wuya instantly understood what Ye Qingyang meant.

"Wait a minute!" Zhan Wuya called Ye Qingyang.

Ye Qingyang had already turned around, preparing to challenge the hundreds of casual cultivators who had passed the challenge.

When Ye Qingyang heard Zhan Wuya calling him, he didn't turn around to look at him, but stopped.

Zhan Wuya's pupils trembled slightly, and he asked hoarsely: "Then what I saw before..."

Although he had already made a guess in his mind, Zhan Wuya couldn't believe it was true. He needed Ye Qingyang's nod of affirmation.

Ye Qingyang finally looked back.

He stared at Zhan Wuya's pale handsome face and said, "He is worried about you and asked me to convey a message to you."

Zhan Wuya hurriedly asked: "What are you talking about?"

Ye Qingyang said: "Wuya, I have never blamed you, and you should not feel ashamed of me. If you live well, I can reincarnate with peace of mind."

Zhan Wuya was stunned.

Ye Qingyang turned around, staggering step by step, and walked towards the hundreds of casual cultivators.

The world looks down on ghost cultivators.

But what is ghost cultivation?

Inherit the obsession of the dead, refine the energy of the dead, and repay the long-cherished wish of the dead.

Every ghost cultivator is a soul-transferring person.

It's ridiculous that monks all over the world think that ghost cultivation is evil and crooked. Little did they know that the demon they cultivated was the deceased they had deeply loved and cared about.

"Wuya, why are you talking so much nonsense to that ghost cultivator?" Zhan Jiangxue didn't know anything about Zhan Wuya and his brother. Hearing Zhan Wuya chatting with Ye Qingyang, the ghost cultivator, she couldn't help but feel. Displeased. In Zhan Jiangxue's eyes, her senior brother is a righteous monk, the god in the hearts of the Ares disciples, and the person she respects the most.

But what about Ye Qingyang?

That is a piece of white jade that fell into the mud. Even though the inside of its shell is white, it is still dirty outside.

There should be no communication between righteous monks and ghost cultivators.

Zhan Wuya talks to Ye Qingyang, which means he is lowering his status.

Zhan Wuya shook his head at Zhan Jiangxue and said, "Don't say that, he is not a heinous person." It is said that Ye Qingyang kills people like crazy and is a complete demon cultivator. But Zhan Wuya always looked at people and things with his heart. He didn't believe any hearsay or rumors.

He knows better than anyone how much water is filled with rumors. The Ye Qingyang he knew did not blink an eye when he killed people, but he was killing his enemies, killing his entire family's enemies.

As for other innocent people, he usually stops when he clicks.

Ye Qingyang is not the big devil who commits all kinds of evil and is unforgivable as the rumors say.