His consciousness slowly woke up, and that unbearable pain had already faded.
Zong Shou used all his strength to open his eyes. His limbs were slowly regaining feeling, but he was still unable to move.
Within his stomach, there were threads of cool energy that seeped into his body. It should be the power of the pill that woke him up and also suppressed the surging meridians in his body.
Looking around, he was still within the carriage. However, the carriage below had already stopped, and many black runes appeared on the walls of the carriage.
In the middle of the carriage was a purple jade ball. It was the size of a fist and hung in mid-air, slowly spinning, spiritual light shining all around.
"This is a Qi Formation? Spiritual Artifact? "
Zong Shou was startled, remembering that Chu Xue was a dual cultivator. She had enough spiritual power to activate this Wind Wall Qi Formation.
This carriage and the jade ball in mid-air were probably left behind by the father that Chuxue mentioned a few days ago, the one who would shock the Cloud World in the future.
Within the carriage, with this formation protecting, even if a Xiantian expert personally came. For a short while, they could still keep their lives.
Maniac Blood Monster Saint, Nine Tail Fox King. When spiritual energy exploded out, there were only a few Ascended Realm experts in Donglin Cloud Continent. They were once as eye-catching as the sun, but also fell like shooting stars. Causing numerous people in the future to sigh and wring their hands.
For some reason, that name that they should only sigh with. Thinking about it now, they felt really close to it.
Zong Shou didn't know if it was because the situation when he fainted was similar to the situation before the real Zong Shou disappeared, causing the remnant soul to resonate with him, or because of other reasons. Anyways, the thirteen years of memories of this person were all stored in his mind.
The pride of the heavens fell from the clouds once more. All the people close to him distanced themselves from him. He worked hard to cultivate, but he achieved nothing. He left his hometown and changed to the path of a spirit master. However, three years later, he was still seen as trash, mocked and looked down on by more people.
Not long later, he would become a puppet in the hands of others, being tortured and dying on Gantian Mountain.
The head on his neck would be hung on the mountain peak by the next Gantian Mountain Monster King, hanging his corpse for three months!
His consciousness was still in a daze. At that moment, his chest was filled with unwillingness, sadness and rage …
No matter what kind of pain it was, he could endure it. No matter how hard the training was, he could still persevere! But why was he unable to open his meridians?
Could it be that he was truly a useless person? For the rest of his life, he could only hide under his father's wings and be sheltered by him?
Absolutely not!
Various thoughts filled his mind. Zong Shou shook his head violently and forced himself to sit up. When the scenery outside the window entered his eyes once more, all the muscles in his body tightened. His ears, which had been temporarily deafened, instantly picked up the sounds around him.
With a silent laugh, Zong Shou moved his body slightly to warm up his limbs. He suddenly raised his sword and stood in front of the jade ball.
This array isolated the carriage from the outside world. No one could enter, and he could not leave.
Luckily, in his last life, he had done some research on spirit master techniques. He could be said to be good at talisman techniques.
He gathered energy at his fingertip and pointed at the spiritual light, totally cutting off the flowing spiritual energy.
The jade ball in front of him started to spin crazily, floating in all directions. The purple patterns on the walls of the carriage also started to dim.
Zong Shou didn't bother anymore, holding the Pine Pattern Wind Sword as he shot out of the carriage door. He landed outside of the carriage, looking into the distance through a layer of wind wall that was still spinning.
The wilderness, which was originally green, now had a few patches of blood. Five to six corpses laid on it.
The setting sun was like blood, and the vultures in the sky were crazily crying out as they circled around.
The corpses were mostly beside the carriage, their throats ripped apart.
Seven hundred steps away, the sand was blowing, and grass was flying everywhere. Nearby lay a person. His body was thin, and his hands were like bird claws. However, his body shape was different, and it wasn't the Wu Wei he had seen before. He laid face down on the ground, with no signs of life.
Nearby, the sword light was like a waterfall, and the knife shadow was like a flood. The dust and sand covered the area, and one couldn't see the person within.
Using all his vision, he could only see that Yin Yang's chest had been pierced. Half of the broken blade was still in the wound, barely holding on under the maniacal sword light.
What a Burning Sword!
His eyes turning serious, Zong Shou looked at the cat-eared girl not far away, who was covered in wounds.
Her snow-white dress had turned into a bloody shirt. The exposed snow-white skin was full of outwards knife wounds.
"Xue …"
Those thirteen years of memories appeared in front of his eyes once more. They were childhood sweethearts, the two of them innocent.
Everyone saw him as trash, a bastard, and the shame of Gantian Mountain. Only Xue didn't leave him.
Even if he knew that these were the memories of that dead person, and that he had only spent less than half a month with this cat-eared girl. However, the corner of Zong Shou's lips couldn't help but curl up.
Usually, he was a little muddle-headed, but as long as he saw this girl, he would feel warm.
However, just as this smile rose up, it turned into a cold and violent intent.
It wasn't a battle, but a torture. She supported her heavily injured body to fight six people alone. Her footsteps were messy, and she was about to fall. Her hands were covered in sword claws, and even her defense was full of flaws.
The other few people didn't bother to help, their eyes filled with disdain. Only Zong Yu was like a cat playing with a mouse, circling half a foot around Chu Xue. Occasionally, he would slash Chu Xue's body or stab out a blood flower. His lips were smiling like he was really happy.
As for the cat-eared girl, she didn't know what situation she was in. She was obviously having difficulty standing, but she still chased after Zong Yu.
Only when the wind around the carriage dissipated and the wind blades disappeared did she stop, her eyes filled with despair.
Zong Yu was startled, retreating several steps to avoid her. Zong Shou looked over. Doubt flashed across his face, and then he smiled.
"So it is Brother Shou. It seems like Xue's chanting isn't good enough. Keke! Just now I was having a headache about how to open this wind wall formation. I won't kill you today, why don't you follow me back to Gantian Mountain? With Brother Yu protecting you, no one will dare to steal your throne. However, this Xue is not bad, she is really strong, you have to give her to me … "
Zong Shou was too lazy to bother. He was really focused as he looked up and down at Chu Xue. It was like he wanted to imprint every wound and sword wound on her body into his heart.
He injected threads of true qi out of his chakra meridians into the Pine Pattern Maple Sword. At the same time, his thoughts were wandering. What was the difference between killing people and cutting up corpses in real life?
In the game in his last life, there was a person known as a maniac who cut up corpses. After killing people, he loved to torture corpses, making one unable to bear to look at him.
At that time, Zong Shou didn't understand and felt that it was a little weird. However, today, he unknowingly had the same violent thoughts in his heart.
Ten thousand years later, the Sword Emperor Tan Qiu's first battle in this era would be with these scum!
Zong Yu didn't hear Zong Shou reply for a long time. He thought that he was stunned, scoffing once more, "I thought that you had improved these few years, but you are still too weak!"
Just as he was about to signal to the side to capture him, Zong Shou suddenly spoke. Zong Shou suddenly opened his mouth, "Xue, those wounds, do they hurt?"
Chu Xue was already in a daze. After hearing that, although she was confused, she immediately shook her head, "They don't hurt. However, Xue regrets not taking good care of Young Master! It is all Xue's fault … "
Zong Shou felt pain in his heart when he heard that. However, he smiled, "If they don't hurt, then take a good look. Your Young Master will help you vent your anger! I'll pluck off their heads and let you kick them like a ball, okay? "
At this moment, not only was Chu Xue shocked, a ball? Was it an embroidered ball? Was that supposed to be used for kicking? Even the people around were shocked. Zong Yu was both angry and amused, mocking, "Vent anger? You are just trash who can't even protect yourself, who are you venting anger for? Little Brother Shou, are you crazy or dumb? "
He waved his hand without a care, and the three blue-shirted swordsmen beside him all leaped out. Their bodies were like arrows as they pierced forward.
Zong Shou's brows furrowed, following which he calmly took in a deep breath, adjusting his body to its optimal state. The Pine Pattern Wind Sword pointed forward, his hands clenching tightly. The hidden strength in his body suddenly exploded. His right foot stepped on the ground, and he dashed forward by five feet!
In the future game, he had killed people like flies. However, in reality, be it battle or killing, this was the first time.
However, he was surprisingly used to it, and didn't feel unfamiliar with it at all. In his chest, it was like there was a flame burning.
In just a few steps, he could clearly see the faces of the people in front of him. They were all dressed in blue, and their bodies were muscular as they pounced forward. The eyes of the three of them were the green eyes of the low-grade wolf race. At this moment, they were filled with coldness, but they didn't have any fighting spirit. In their minds, they probably didn't see him as an opponent. They only saw him as a clown who didn't know what was good for him.
Mocking himself, Zong Shou's right chest, the Wind Spirit Extra Acupuncture Point known as Lingchi, suddenly exploded open. It caused the true qi within to explode and flow towards his feet.
"Wind Stepping!"
Stepping in a weird footwork, Zong Shou's body flashed, bringing out an afterimage. Without any warning, he sped up by close to double! He appeared in front of the first person, pretty much face to face, looking at the shock and fear in his eyes.
"Sword Charge!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the sword light pierced forward like lightning.
A line of blood, along with numerous pieces of bone and flesh, crazily sprayed out from the throat.
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