Chapter 3
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It was a pity that the sky had not yet brightened. The group of soldiers fighting did not notice the anomaly in the distant sky.
Inside the room.
The green light gradually retreated into the youth's body. The youth's eyes suddenly opened.
"Whoosh!"
Two sharp lights shot out of the youth's eyes. Viciousness flashed through his eyes and a gust of wind seemed to blow through the surroundings.
However, the youth quickly adapted to the environment and the presence he gave off slowly retreated into his body.
The youth's gaze was very deep, very wise and full of vicissitudes. It was not something a youth of seventeen or eighteen should have.
There was a mirror near the head of the bed.
The youth slowly walked in front of the mirror. Reaching out his arms, he looked at his hands and then touched his face in the mirror.
"Exactly the same, this appearance is exactly the same as my previous life!" The youth narrowed his eyes and sighed.
Finishing, the youth lifted his left sleeve. On his wrist, there was a seed-like birthmark. The middle finger of his right hand gently stroked the birthmark for a while. The youth's eyes narrowed slightly. "'Life Stealing Birth'? It was not in vain for zhen to open that immortal's tomb. Life Stealing Birth? The secret method left behind by the immortal in the tomb is truly wondrous! "
"Treasures in the immortal tomb?" The youth seemed to think of some painful memory. His brow furrowed and viciousness flashed through his eyes.
Looking around the study, the youth walked to the desk.
There were dozens of brushes on the desk.
The youth looked around and picked one of the brushes with a purple jade dragon carving.
Dipping it in ink, the youth's eyes flashed with viciousness and his face was extremely dark. The brush in his hand started to write on the paper that had already been spread out.
The youth's eyes were full of hatred and fury but his hand was as steady as a mountain as he wrote stroke by stroke.
"Whoosh!"
Inside the room, a gust of wind suddenly blew. The wind quickly swept through every corner of the room. Large amounts of books were blown open by the wind and some small objects were blown around by the wind. But strangely, the wind would always go around the oil lamps. Under the wind, the flames of the oil lamps were still there.
The youth did not give off any presence. What caused the wind to blow in the room was the words written by the youth. It was just the first character "Zhen."
If a xiuzhe that cultivated in calligraphy saw this, they would be shocked. Because the young man's calligraphy had reached the realm of "Shocking the Wind and Rain". That was an extremely high level of calligraphy. Many cultivators might not be able to reach that level in their entire lives. This young man looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.
When the brush falls, it shocks the wind and rain! The young man's calligraphy came from the calligraphy attainments of his previous life. It had nothing to do with his cultivation. The character 'Zhen' was a model for countless calligraphers in the world. Moreover, this character had the domineering aura of an emperor, making people feel intimidated.
The word 'Zhen' took up half of the paper. On the other side, the young man wrote another word.
Hero!
Zhen Xiong!
With every stroke, the surrounding whirlwind grew stronger and stronger. When the last stroke of the word 'Xiong' was completed, the purple jade brush in Xiao Chen's hand suddenly let out a crisp sound.
"Crack!"
A crack appeared on the purple jade brush.
Crack! Crack!
More and more cracks appeared.
"Boom!"
The purple jade brush turned into a handful of powder and was blown away by the surrounding whirlwind. While writing two words, the brush had shattered. If a xiuzhe that cultivated in calligraphy saw this, they wouldn't know whether to praise the young man's calligraphy or feel pity for the poor quality of the brush.
When the young man finished writing the two words, the surrounding whirlwind whistled and circled around the paper before rushing into the two words.
Looking at the two black words, it was like looking at the abyss of hell. It was filled with hatred and anger. A large amount of negative emotions were written into the two words by the young man.
"Boom!"
The whirlwind was sucked into the two words. A large amount of black gas suddenly emerged from the two words. The black gas circled above the paper and gradually condensed into a black devil's head.
"Hahahahaha!"
The devil's head had two horns. Its eyes were like the abyss and its teeth were like sawteeth. It laughed evilly, eerily, and arrogantly.
The young man stared at the ball of black gas from beginning to end.
"The character that I couldn't break through for a thousand years was actually broken through because of you, Zhen Xiong? The young man stared at the devil's head and said with hatred.
Looking at the devil's head that was written by his negative emotions, the hatred in the young man's eyes didn't decrease. Instead, his eyes gradually turned red.
"Zhen Rou is my empress. You are Zhen Rou's father. How can there be such a cruel father in the world? For that immortal sword, you didn't hesitate to deceive Zhen Rou and let her take the poison of the heavens with me. I could survive for ten days, but Zhen Rou died on the spot. What a cruel father, what a vicious father. "
"Zhen Rou is so kind. You don't deserve to be her father. That immortal sword from the immortal's tomb may be powerful, but I didn't take a fancy to it. I have my own emperor's sword. Just for that immortal sword, you poisoned your own daughter? Zhen Xiong? Hahahaha, just you wait. When I come back to life, I will definitely cut open your stomach and dig out your heart. I will see what color your heart is and avenge Rou 'er! "
The young man's eyes were filled with hostility. His ferocious aura was several times stronger than the devil's. It forced the devil's head back into the two words.
A layer of black gas enveloped the paper.
The cheapest piece of paper, after writing these two words, would be priceless. However, the young man picked up the paper and stretched it towards the oil lamp.
Whoosh!
The paper burned continuously.
"Ah!" "Spare me!" "Ah!"
The devil on the paper screamed again and again, but the young man's eyes were cold. He let the piece of rice paper turn into ashes.
"Zhen Xiong?" The young man said the name fiercely again.
After calming down, the young man began to sense his surroundings. He closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Life Stealing Derivation requires the realm of immortals to use. It is indeed true. Back then, before I became an immortal, I was about to die, so I had to take a gamble. If not for the Nine Stars Alignment and the opening of the Gate of Heaven, my will might have been trapped in this life's body forever. Finally, I came out. I don't know if my previous life's body is still lying in that coffin. In the future, I will return!" The young man sighed.
Taking a deep breath, the young man slowly walked towards the bamboo house.
Creak!
The door of the bamboo house was opened by the young man!
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