Urban Invincibility 9 Years

After Jian Wenjun's description, Lin Fan generally understood his thoughts of resentment for many years.

After all, as a poor man who was kicked off the throne by his own uncle, his heart is naturally full of all kinds of unwillingness and resentment.

However, what is unexpected is that these negative emotions lingering in his heart eventually turned into denial and dissatisfaction with the entire old Zhu family.

Now he just wants to use his ghost cultivating methods to prove that everyone in the old Zhu family has a bloodthirsty demon hidden in their hearts.

They fight for power and profit, they kill their fathers and brothers, these are all natural.

Therefore, for this reason, he did not hesitate to pay attention to Zhu Yuqing and Zhu Yuhong, the brothers from the Zhu family.

After all, after 600 years of vicissitudes and reincarnation, he still has not found a spiritual outlet for himself.

Or to be more precise, he never came out of the fire that year from the beginning to the end.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan could only helplessly chuckle.

"Boy Jianwen, do you know what the obsession is rooted in your heart?"

"Is it simple right and wrong?"

"Or is it your desire for revenge?"

"Or, you want to prove that the blood of your old Zhu family is a born demon?"

"No matter how many generations they go through, can't they escape the fate of killing each other?"

As soon as Lin Fan said this, Jian Wenjun who was hovering in the void instantly became speechless.

But while he was in a trance, Lin Fan in the box suddenly reached out his hand.

In the next second, a black figure wearing a black robe, whose face could not be seen clearly, was carried to him in front of him.

Apparently, the mysterious man in black robe in front of him was the Jianwen Lord Lin Fan was talking about.

It's just that Jianwen Jun who stood in front of Lin Fan was full of hesitation and even a little fear for Lin Fan's supernatural means.

"How, how is it possible?"

"I've clearly hidden my figure well."

"how did you find me?"

"Besides, it's night now, and it's the world of our ghost cultivators, you, you"

After faltering a few times, Jianwen-jun retreated quickly, keeping a distance from Lin Fan vigilantly.

It's a pity that Lin Fan here didn't answer his fear and doubt directly.

"Boy Jianwen, you haven't answered the question I just asked."

"Where is the obsession in your heart?"

Hearing Lin Fan's voice again, Jianwen Jun in black robe immediately sneered: "Hehe, obsession? I don't have obsession, not even a little obsession."

"I'm just trying to avenge my dead relatives."

"revenge?"

Lin Fan sneered.

"If you really just want revenge, you can just kill Zhu Di's lineage. Why do you want to instigate the Jinling Zhu family to fight among themselves?"

"They are not from Zhu Di's lineage, but from King Liao's lineage."

Asked by Lin Fan, Jianwen Jun immediately became speechless.

Regarding this, Lin Fan did not give him a chance to continue to explain, but said lightly: "Since you want to cut off the blood and incense of Old Zhu's family so much, then I will help you today."

"I'd like to see, after all the members of the Zhu family are dead, can you let go of the obsession in your heart, and can you be happy?"

Before the words finished, Lin Fan raised his hand violently.

Immediately afterwards, he tapped his fingertips, and a beam of light came into being and shone on Jianwen Jun's mind.

Soon, Jianwen Jun, who was dressed in black, fell deeply into the illusion created by Lin Fan.

Suddenly, he seemed to be in the imperial city of Jinling again.

"Uncle Twelve, Uncle Twelve, wait for me"

The moment he opened his eyes, Jian Wenjun saw his young self and the Twelfth Uncle who was forced to death in his palace by him.

At that time, they were innocent and innocent, and they were the best playmates.

However, such a warm scene completely disappeared in the illusion after a few seconds.

What was replaced was a sea of ​​flames that burned one's body like purgatory.

"This king is not wrong, even if this king dies, he is also a descendant of the Taizu Emperor"

In that year, Jianwen Jun ascended the throne, but at the same time, he also lost his best childhood playmate.

Then, for another four years, the same fire was lit again in the Jinling Imperial City.

However, this time, it was no longer the elegant Twelfth Uncle who was buried in the flames, but Jian Wenjun himself with disheveled hair.

The same fire scene, the same fate, this can't help but make Jianwen Jun have a strong connection and comparison at this time.

"Could it be, is this really the cycle of heaven?"

For a while, Jianwen Jun's heart also began to shake.

However, very soon, the tragedy of that year disappeared before his eyes like passing water, but what was replaced was still a fire.

However, this time, the fire in front of him was much smaller, but also quite thrilling.

Because, at this moment, all he could see was a big copper vat, and there was actually a person covered in this copper vat.

"Child Jianwen, you are the one who hurt me, you are the one who hurt me."

"I, Zhu Gaoxu, will not let you go even if I am a ghost."

Looking at the copper vat that was reddened by the flames in front of him, Jian Wenjun was once again confused on the spot.

That's right, it was because of his own instigation that Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu rebelled, and finally ended up in a tragic end of charcoal roasting and stewing.

"I"

Seeing this scene, Mr. Jianwen was about to speak, but the scene in front of him changed again.

That year, in the Forbidden City of Kyoto, Emperor Jingtai died in a bloody palace ban.

But his last sentence before he died was still: "Jianwen, you hurt me, you hurt me"

Since then, the Forbidden City has been on fire for three days.

In this way, the current Jianwen Jun almost experienced the entire 200-year history of blood and tears of the old Zhu family again. In the end, the illusion in front of him became the current Zhu Family Manor in Jinling City.

However, the Zhu Family Manor at this time was still surrounded by fire.

Zhu Yuqing, Zhu Yuhong, and even all the bloodlines of the Zhu family that have been handed down to this day are all covered by bursts of thick smoke.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

"It has been more than 600 years since my old Zhu's family started to fight with the Taizu."

"But now you want to cut off the incense of your descendants?"

"Emperor Gao, my lineage of King Liao is ashamed of my ancestors and my ancestors, Emperor Kao"

"Jianwen Jun, you are, you are the one who harmed us!"

Just like that, Jianwen Jun, who was dressed in a black robe, was completely in a trance, staring at the things that had happened and the things that hadn't happened in his eyes.

At this moment, even his mad heart began to throb.

"Grandfather, is everything my grandson has done these years right or wrong?"

"The grandson doesn't understand, doesn't understand."

Hearing Jian Wenjun muttering to himself again, Lin Fan on the side couldn't stop smiling: "Since you don't understand, why not ask them face to face, ask your grandfather, and ask your father as well."

"Maybe they can give you the answer you want."