"Mm — —"
Ye Fanchen slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, he felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling.
From the moment he lost consciousness, the passage of time had lost its meaning. He was not very sure how long he had been in the endless darkness.
But he was very sure that after he lost consciousness, he did not stay in the same spot in vain.
That little girl would definitely come back to find him. But now, there was no second aura that belonged to a living creature beside him.
Because of the dazzling sunlight, Ye Fanchen had been squinting his eyes. He could not see the specific situation around him. He could only be sure that in his weak vision, there were no living creatures.
But he could smell the choking smell of blood in the air!
This thick smell of blood made Ye Fanchen subconsciously reach out his hand to press on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The moment he felt the cold touch, he felt a little more at ease.
After taking five or six deep breaths, Ye Fanchen reluctantly adapted to the sunlight that he had not felt for a long time. Then, he opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings!
“！！！”
After taking a clear look at his surroundings, the expression on Ye Fanchen's face suddenly turned into one of extreme fear!
The blood-stained ancient green-bronze sword was stabbed into the soil three feet in front of him. The blade emitted a thick smell of blood. He did not know how many lives it had stained.
When Tao Wuwei had taught this sword to him, it was still clean. But now, it looked more like a magic weapon!
After trying hard to calm his emotions, Ye Fanchen used his right hand to pull out the green-bronze sword. A glint flashed across his pair of deep black eyes.
As the person being bet on in this gamble, Ye Fanchen was quite interested. What kind of people could be on the gambling table with him?
This green-bronze sword was a key. It was the beginning of his understanding of these people!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The moment the green-bronze sword was pulled out of the soil, a rotten smell suddenly rushed into Ye Fanchen's nostrils.
However, this rotten smell only lasted for a moment before it scattered in all directions like a frightened rabbit!
"This is … resentment?" Ye Fanchen's slender brows slowly raised. "Why is there such a strong resentment?"
Streams of resentment that emitted a decaying aura drifted in the surroundings. Although they did not dare to approach the sober Ye Fanchen, they refused to disperse.
Ye Fanchen stroked his chin and murmured, "We have to find the source of this resentment as soon as possible. Otherwise, something terrible might happen here!"
Ye Fanchen tried his best to sniff, and his figure kept getting closer to the resentment drifting between heaven and earth.
He had to find the source of the resentment and destroy it before the resentment brewed into something truly terrifying. Otherwise, it would be a calamity for the entire Profound Sky Continent!
After about three hundred meters, the smell of rotting corpses suddenly filled the air. Ye Fanchen accelerated and rushed in the direction of the smell.
"Corpses …"
Ye Fanchen stopped in his tracks. When his gaze landed on a corpse that seemed to have all its bones and tendons broken, his footsteps suddenly slowed down.
The corpses were arranged in a discordant but abnormally orderly manner. Although there were more corpses further away, Ye Fanchen could not see them clearly.
Even so, Ye Fanchen could still sense that this seemed to be an array formation. An … evil … strange array formation!
Moving his feet again, Ye Fanchen walked to the side of the nearest corpse. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch the corpse's neck.
The moment the flesh touched, Ye Fanchen frowned. These corpses were still warm, but he could not sense the existence of any Martial Souls in them!
Usually, a Martial Soul would slowly dissipate into the world on the third day after a cultivator's death. None of the corpses here were normal!
"What is this thing? It can actually absorb the Martial Souls of these people!? "Ye Fanchen's face turned cold. He instinctively thought of his own Martial Soul — Devil God Evil Spirit!
Because he could not confirm his own situation, but from the placement of this strange array, the place where he was just now should be the core of the array.
In other words, the area with him as the center was filled with strange corpses that had no Martial Spirit and had their bones and tendons shattered like this!
The person who set up the array seemed to want to gather something together, and Ye Fanchen, as the core of the array, had probably absorbed many of the things that the person who set up the array wanted!
If there was really something terrifying hunting cultivators and absorbing their Martial Souls, then he, as the core of the array, would definitely not be spared!
As time passed, Ye Fanchen's control over his body became stronger and stronger. His mind also gradually became clearer.
"Eh!"
Ye Fanchen's face changed again. He muttered, "My injuries have actually healed? What happened when I was unconscious? "
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fanchen's expression changed again. He suddenly summoned his Martial Soul — Devil God Evil Spirit!
"Are you looking for me?"
A youth who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old appeared in front of Ye Fanchen with an expressionless face.
A black robe was draped over the youth's body. It was clearly much bigger, and probably not the youth's original clothes.
Although the youth's facial features were exactly the same as Ye Fanchen's, his temperament was completely different from Ye Fanchen's. The evil aura on his body seemed to have condensed into a substance!
Although he was not clear about the situation of the youth in front of him, Ye Fanchen still subconsciously swung his sword. This was because he was not sure if this youth was his Martial Soul!
Although the Devil God Evil Spirit was very strange, as a Martial Soul, it would never give birth to its own consciousness!
"Swoosh —"
The cold sword beam slashed across, and the youth's head was split into two. However, the moment the silver-white sword left the youth's body, the flat cut strangely healed back together!
Ye Fanchen was slightly stunned. Before he could say anything, the youth's evil smile had already turned into a mocking expression.
"Clang!"
The strange youth suddenly raised his right hand and smashed it hard on Ye Fanchen's Bronze Spiritual Sword.
A series of dazzling sparks blossomed from the Bronze Spiritual Sword's blade. In the next instant, the Bronze Spiritual Sword was sent flying backward, piercing deep into the ground until the hilt.
"Ye Fanchen, you can't kill me. You will never … be able to kill me!"
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