"Save!"
Zhuo Bufan saved in time, covering the save point on the second save door.
In the process of deciding to kill Old Crow, Zhuo Bufan could be said to be incomparably nervous.
This was the first time he had killed someone, and it was so cruel. That feeling was nauseating, and he did not want to experience it again, so he chose to save in time.
Looking at the scroll that looked like human skin floating above the fire, Zhuo Bufan's face showed a trace of relief.
After tossing and turning for so long, he had finally reached this step.
The true scripture of Emperor Xuan, which both the righteous and demonic sects were crazy about, was now in front of Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan took the ancient scroll from the air. The ancient scroll was full of words that he could not understand.
Rather than words, it was more like a mysterious and ancient rune.
Those runes were like Tendo engravings, formed naturally. It was like thunder, like a dragon in the clouds, like a dancing dragon, like the roots of an old tree.
Zhuo Bufan saw it and was speechless.
"This should not be the language of this world! Hieroglyphics? It doesn't seem to be. I can't understand it at all! "
Zhuo Bufan held the ancient scroll and studied it for a long time, but he did not find anything.
This made him feel like he was holding a mountain of gold, but had nowhere to spend it. He was holding a beauty, but could not eat it.
"No, this is not a word!"
Just as Zhuo Bufan's hair began to fall out from scratching, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He quickly recorded all the symbols on the ancient scroll, then closed his eyes and entered his imagination.
In his mind, symbol by symbol began to piece together. Each symbol emitted a golden light, which made him feel inspired and penetrated his soul.
In the end, he actually combined those golden symbols into a small golden person.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhuo Bufan was shocked to find that.
On the ancient scroll, a small golden person had appeared at some point. It was exactly the same as the small golden person in his imagination.
The small golden person sat cross-legged on the ancient scroll, and rays of golden light began to shuttle through the various meridians in his body. It streaked across the sky like a shooting star.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan quickly copied him and sat down cross-legged.
It was at this moment that the tiny golden figure was projected into his body.
In that instant, Zhuo Bufan was possessed by the tiny golden figure. His body was no longer under his control.
Then, a fist-sized ball of energy swelled up from his lower abdomen.
The energy began to move freely in his body, like a mouse hiding under his skin, roaming everywhere.
Zhuo Bufan's body began to emit a faint golden light.
The pores on his body began to release surging energy. Like steam, it was coming out with a whoosh.
As the energy continued to dissipate, Zhuo Bufan's face, which was originally full and round, became more and more withered and sallow, without any signs of life.
What he released was actually the life force in his body.
If anyone else was here, they would definitely be amazed. A living person actually dissipated all of his life force without any hesitation. This was simply asking for death!
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan had ten thousand curses in his heart that he wanted to shout out.
His current situation was completely out of his control. His body was no longer under his control. It was completely under the control of the tiny golden figure.
Zhuo Bufan could clearly feel that his body was constantly drying up, as if his blood was being sucked dry. He was becoming more and more powerless.
However, there was nothing he could do about this situation.
The only thing Zhuo Bufan knew was what kind of evil martial art he was currently practicing.
"Nine Revolutions Samsara Art, f * ck you!"
That's right, the martial art Zhuo Bufan was practicing was a martial art called the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art.
"Emperor Xuan's True Scripture" was just a name given by those who didn't know the name of this martial art. Because it was found in Emperor Xuan's stone palace, it was called the Emperor Xuan's True Scripture by those people.
However, this martial art's real name was the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art!
This was indeed the martial art that Emperor Xuan had practiced. Therefore, countless people would break their heads to obtain this martial art's secret manual.
However, if those people knew that this wasn't the cultivation method of this martial art, they wouldn't dare covet it even if they were beaten to death.
One could tell how terrifying this Nine Revolutions Samsara Art was just by hearing its name. Those who practiced this martial art would basically die nine times out of ten.
Furthermore, it was a forced cultivation method, just like Zhuo Bufan's.
Once this martial art was awakened, the tiny golden figure would force the cultivator to practice this martial art.
Zhuo Bufan knew that he had been scammed again!
This world of trash was full of scams. Even this martial art was a scam!
He had been forced to practice the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art, which was why he was in such a situation.
He could only watch helplessly as his life force continued to flow away. He could only watch helplessly as he died.
This Nine Revolutions Samsara Art had a total of nine revolutions!
The first revolution was called "Facing Death to Life"!
The first step was to disperse one's life essence and remove one's mortal body essence before absorbing the origin power of heaven and earth to reconstruct one's extraordinary body.
Dispersing everything, including one's physical body, showed how perverse the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art was. The first step was to turn one into ashes!
This step tested the cultivator's willpower greatly, as the most painful moment was when one's body disappeared. At the same time, it was also the time to officially start cultivating.
If one's willpower wasn't firm enough, they would lose their willpower at the same time as death. Then, they would be unable to reconstruct their physical body. The final outcome would be to become a lonely ghost floating in the air.
One could tell how cruel the name "Facing Death to Life" was.
"Fortunately, I saved it in time. Come on, let me see how awesome this peerless martial art is."
This wasn't the first time Zhuo Bufan had died anyway. The current him wouldn't be afraid even if he died, let alone facing death.
Finally, all the life essence in his body dissipated.
His entire body had turned into a dried-up corpse that was sitting on the ground.
Even now, Zhuo Bufan wasn't completely dead.
At that moment, Zhuo Bufan's hair started to fall off. His skin started to peel off and his bones started to crumble.
His body began to shatter into pieces, peeling off and turning into ashes.
At that moment, Zhuo Bufan could clearly feel the pain of being obliterated.
It was as if he had been thrown into a pulverizer that was pulverizing and smashing him to bits.
Ahhhhh!
Zhuo Bufan wanted to cry out loud. However, he realized that his tears had already dissipated. There wasn't a single drop of water left in his body.
Finally, his vision turned black as two eyeballs fell out of his eye sockets.
…
"He he … Am I still dead?"
Zhuo Bufan arrived at the archive space and saw the three doors in front of him.
This meant that he hadn't gone through the first revolution of the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art — Facing Death to Life! He had survived.
The second door in front of him was the archive he had saved when he obtained the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art!
Zhuo Bufan stood in front of him and lowered his head in silence.
"What sins did I, Zhuo Bufan, commit in my previous life? God, why are you playing with me like this? "
"Aren't I just a little shut-in? Do shut-ins deserve to die? "
"Dying is enough. You f * cking want me to die over and over again? Am I not the male lead? "
"F * ck! Do you really think I don't dare to practice this bullshit martial art? "
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