Zaketu didn't move. Layers of zhenqi flowed between his arms. At the same time, he stared at the shadow in front of him, trying to figure out his running path and the position of his feet. He kept calculating with his fingers, trying to kill him in one blow. Suddenly, he heard Jiang Liechen sneering in his ear, "You have been practicing the Seven Evils Formula all your life but to no avail. Before you die, I will show you one by one to repay your kindness of raising me."
Zaketu listened to the wind to distinguish the shadow. From the sound of his voice, he judged that he should be 37 degrees to the west of north by the time the last word was finished. In the blink of an eye, he made a prompt decision to throw a punch. This punch was the most powerful one in his life.
However, as soon as he raised his arm, he scattered a shadow. He knew something was wrong. After the heavy blow, he didn't have time to pay attention to the pain in his arm. Just as he was about to turn around and jump out of the circle to make a decision, he felt a chill on his back. Looking down, he saw a bloody claw coming out of his chest.
Jiang Liechen was close behind him. His left arm went through his back and went straight to his chest. After activating his internal energy, his five fingers turned into evil claws. His fingertips were placed under his eyes and blood was still flowing out.
Zaketu felt that his body was empty. A moment later, he felt a huge pain from the wound. His vision went black for a moment. Then he recovered a little bit of his vision. However, he couldn't activate his internal energy anymore. He barely grabbed Jiang Liechen's wrist, twisted it outward, and then slammed his elbow backward.
Jiang Liechen couldn't dodge in time. He was hit in the Jiuwei acupoint on his chest. The force was so great that he was knocked over. After landing, he rolled and stood up again, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. Then he felt that his left hand was no longer working. He looked up and saw that his wrist was twisted at a strange angle. His five fingers were open, but there was a bone sticking out of the blood vessels. It was obvious that his wrist bone had been broken.
He didn't feel pity for himself. He grabbed his palm and aligned the bones with the broken joints. With a few cracking sounds, the broken bones were connected. He moved his wrist slightly, clenched his fists, and secretly activated his internal energy. His whole body turned into a black light and pounced on Zaketu.
In the secret room, a black shadow could be seen shuttling back and forth in Zaktu's body. After a dozen times, the black shadow rushed out of his body and reformed into a human form. It stood in front of him and looked forward coldly.
Zaketu raised his left hand with difficulty. He wanted to try to exert more strength, but he was hit several times in a row. There was a bloody hole in his body, and his heart, lungs, and tendons were all broken. He could no longer hold on, and his tall and thin figure fell to the ground.
The grey-robed man had been an all-powerful Hierarch for many years, but now he was lying on the ground. He had lost all of his prestige and was as weak as a dry rock or a piece of rotten wood.
Jiang Liechen wiped the blood off his mouth and sneered, "Even if you kowtow to me now, I won't be soft-hearted." When Zaketu heard this, he struggled to raise his head from the ground and stared straight at him. He definitely wouldn't kowtow.
Jiang Liechen was slightly taken aback, then he sneered, "You're still alive even in this state. How tenacious. Otherwise, why do they say that the lives of lowly people are tough? "He raised his foot in front of Zaketu and leisurely wiped his shoe on his face. Zaketu didn't even have the strength to lift his hand and push his foot away. His eyes were burning with rage and hatred. The only thing left in his body was his eyes.
Jiang Liechen cracked his knuckles. He sneered, "Don't stare at me like that. After you die, I will definitely develop the Sacrifice Shadow Sect into the leader of the martial arts world. I will also fulfill your unfulfilled wish of taking back the world. You can rest in peace now. "
Zaketu finally gathered some strength. His throat made gurgling sounds as he tried to squeeze out a sentence. He heard him say, "On the road to the underworld …" Jiang Liechen bent over and squatted down, admiring his dying struggle. He moved closer to him and sneered, "Yes, the scenery over there is quite good. Take your time to admire it."
Zaketu gasped for a few more breaths. He suddenly shouted, "You come too!" He waved his sleeve and a thick black liquid shot out from it. Jiang Liechen quickly got up and dodged. He waved his sleeve and didn't expect Zaketu to be so restless even in death. He angrily kicked out. Zaketu's skull shattered. The desperate attack just now had exhausted all his strength. His body stiffened and he lay on the ground, motionless.
Although Jiang Liechen dodged in time and used his sleeve to sweep away most of the liquid, the distance was too close. The liquid flowed extremely fast and two drops splashed on the right side of his face. Immediately, there was the sound of flesh being burned. At the same time, there was a sharp pain on his face.
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Chu Menglin escaped from Zaketu's pursuit and ran all the way. She heard the sound of the fierce battle behind her gradually fading away. She slowly calmed down. She knew that with her father's strength, it would only take a moment for him to catch up with her. So she bent over and crouched in the grass by the road. Her breath was weak and intermittent. Zaketu only thought that she must be desperately running away. He was so focused on chasing after her that he didn't pay attention to the abnormalities on both sides. Unexpectedly, she escaped another disaster. Watching her father's back disappear into the distance, she finally dared to exhale.
After all, the relationship between father and daughter was deep. Although it was only a glance, she noticed that her father's sleeve was stained with blood. She saw that he was breathing freely and wasn't injured at all. She didn't know what to feel. After waiting for a while and confirming that the crisis had passed, she quietly stood up. She now had a direction in her heart and didn't delay any longer. She bought a small gourd of wine in a nearby town and sped up her journey.
After traveling for several days and nights, she arrived at Qingyi River when the usurpation of the Shadow Sacrifice Sect occurred. Naturally, she was completely unaware of the changes in the sect. Along the way, she saw the steep terrain. She imagined the tragic scene of both sides fighting fiercely with corpses strewn all over the ground. The scene was vivid and lifelike, better than seeing it with her own eyes. Perhaps there were countless skeletons of soldiers buried at the bottom of the river. She suddenly felt that the clear river water had become unbearably dirty.
The soldiers joined the army for nothing more than the sake of having enough food and clothes for their whole family. For the sake of their lord's selfishness, they went to the battlefield to meet the enemy. Their lives were like grass. When an army won, who knows how many old mothers, wives, and children wetted their clothes with tears. Everyone wanted to monopolize power and went to war for years on end. The people were plunged into misery and suffering. What was the benefit?
There were no more bloodstains on the road, but she could still feel the endless austere air in the wind. She slowly moved her feet and walked to the middle of the river. She saw a tall peach tree planted by the riverside. The treetops were flourishing with flowers, blooming magnificently. Jealousy acted strangely. She unsheathed the long sword on her waist and threw it toward the top of the tree. The scabbard passed through the gap between the branches and fell to the ground. The peach blossoms on the branches also fell one after another.
Chu Menglin looked at the flying petals in the sky. Her heart was filled with indescribable desolation. She raised her palm and caught several petals. She said in her heart, "When a hundred flowers bloom, they are gorgeous and colorful, but in the end they cannot avoid the day of withering and withering. When they fall to the ground, they are mixed together with the lowliest soil. Nobody can remember their brilliance when they bloomed. Then why should they bloom for nothing? " She tilted her palm slightly and watched several petals slowly drifting down. It was as if she had experienced a long journey from life to death.
An individual's strength was too insignificant. In front of the vastness of nature, nothing could be retained. No matter if one spent one's life in mediocrity or strived hard, as long as one was drawn into the torrent of time, it was as insignificant as a drop of dew. Yet there were some people who pursued to leave their name in the annals of history.
She absentmindedly walked forward and hugged the tree trunk. The side of her face was pressed against the rough bark of the tree. She thought about how the tree had no enmity with her, yet she had destroyed its flowers for no reason. But even if she did not do it herself, wouldn't it still be 'the east wind is powerless and a hundred flowers are withering'? Life was the same. Even if she was not killed in battle, she still could not escape from old age, sickness, and death. Perhaps her sin was not as serious as the world thought.
She also thought about her own miserable fate. Since she was little, she did not enjoy the love of her parents. The people around her were a group of deadpan walking corpses. All day long they only knew how to scheme and scheme against each other. She disregarded her own safety and went through fire and water, yet she did not receive a single affectionate glance.
The only happy time she had was when she was looking for the Tear of Severing Soul, traveling with Li Yijie and the others. Along the way, they toured the mountains and played, quarreled and joked, or competed for Shen Shiyun's affections. None of them were not carefree and happy. Turns out what she yearned for was nothing more than the ordinary happiness of ordinary people.
Although she did not want to admit it, and her heart was also suppressing her thoughts, she often recalled that experience in her heart. Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were also her most cherished friends. Later on, even if her true identity was exposed, she still did not want to be enemies with them.
Both of them were sentimental people. When they made friends, they treated each other with sincerity and honesty. They were not like other people who always calculated their gains and losses. At that time, they were indeed very relaxed and free. However, good and evil could not coexist. Righteous disciples always hated evil people. She, who was born in the Devil Cult, naturally became their enemy. Even if she betrayed the Cult now, they no longer hated her to the bone. Obviously, it was impossible for them to be close friends with each other like before.
These people's different paths were predestined from birth. No one could change it. Only the fact lay in front of her: they could never go back to the past, they could not find the past. She usually did not like to read, but at this moment, an old saying flashed clearly in her mind: "The dead are like water, reluctant to part from day and night."
Sorrow rose in her chest again and again. She felt mentally and physically exhausted. Her legs were sore and she slid to the ground. Her eyes were already filled with tears, but when her knees were stimulated by the sharp stones, her tears overflowed like a spring.
She thought about how the Sect Leader of the Kongtong Sect schemed everywhere and fought for his whole life. In the end, he only ended up as a corpse in the wilderness. Although she did not have any good feelings for him, they had known each other for a long time. They fought a battle of wits and courage. Seeing him angry to the point of blowing his beard and glaring at her was really a pleasure. Today, he died so tragically. Most of it was because of her. Her heart became more and more bitter. Not only for him, but also for her ambitious father.
She did not want her own family to become the Supreme Lord. There was always someone better than you. Right now, no matter how high your martial arts were, in the future, if you met a stronger master, it would be difficult to resist. Gaining power and losing power was just one thing. She did not understand why he could not see past it. As a daughter, she was more willing to accompany her father by his side. She wanted him to enjoy the rest of his life. But this simple wish was difficult to realize in this lifetime.
She shook her head to get rid of her wild thoughts. Facing the east, she murmured, "Father, your daughter is unfilial and has angered you. In this life, in the end, I have embarked on the path that deviates from your path. Your daughter will always remember your attentive nurturing in her heart. I do not dare to forget it. I will repay you in the next life. "Finished speaking, she lowered her head and respectfully kowtowed. She sniffed and continued, "You have great ambitions. Your daughter wishes Father to live for thousands of years and unify the Jianghu. Your power will shake the four seas and exist forever! "Finished speaking, she lowered her head and kowtowed again.
Although she spoke with a sobbing tone, when she prayed sincerely, her voice did not tremble. But it still made people feel even more miserable. When she raised her head for the third time, she sorrowfully said, "Our fate has come to an end. Your daughter … bids Father farewell!" She kowtowed very slowly. Her tears were even harder to suppress. In the past, even when she kowtowed, she was often dissatisfied and secretly talked back. Today was the first time she was so obedient. If Zaza Ketu's spirit was in the netherworld, he did not know if he could forgive this' unfilial daughter '.
Chu Menglin stiffly moved her knees and faced the north. Looking at the imaginary imperial city, she said, "Brother Yun, after a hundred years, no one has wronged anyone. You chose to surrender to the imperial court. You must have your reasons. I … I don't blame you. But this way, the helpers by Father's side will be even fewer … "She lifted the wine pot and pulled out the cork. Bringing it to her mouth, she took a big gulp. Then, she turned the pot's mouth downwards and swung it back and forth on the ground in front of her. A thin stream of wine flowed down, leaving a dark and wet trail on the ground.
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