Words of Deception
This stroke was swift and fierce to the extreme.
The power of the heavens and earth that enveloped the air was easily torn apart when it came into contact with this stroke. It rushed towards Wu Teng with an unstoppable momentum, causing endless fear to surface on his face.
Actually, it wasn't just Wu Teng. Everyone present, including Wu Jing Xue, was stunned by this stroke.
Only an instant had passed from Wu Teng's attack to the release of this stroke. It was so fast that it was hard for anyone to react. The Blue Sky Cauldron spun continuously in the air as the power of the heavens and earth surged out, causing the entire space to become incomparably solid.
Pfft!
The shadow of the sword made contact and pierced through Wu Teng's chest, causing an arrow of scarlet blood to spurt out.
Wu Teng's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the cold youth in front of him. He said in a trembling voice, "Chu Xingyun, you, you can't kill me! I'm the son of the Flowing Cloud Monarch, you can't kill me!"
His voice was a bit hoarse as it wildly reverberated in the air. However, Chu Xingyun's expression didn't change at all. Layers of sword light completely enveloped Wu Teng's figure.
"Ah!"
A mournful wail rang out, seeming to be mixed with boundless regret. The hearts of the crowd couldn't help but tremble. An icy corpse then fell from the air in their field of vision.
There was a hideous bloody hole in the corpse's chest. Fresh blood gushed out, causing the stench of blood in the air to thicken.
Gulp!
Everyone swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva when they saw this scene. They looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Chu Xingyun standing with his sword in hand. Their faces started to twitch continuously.
Wu Jing Xue had acted like a storm just now and easily killed the four sky spirit realm practitioners. He'd also completely annihilated the Imperial Guard and Flowing Cloud Ironguard. How domineering and strong had he been, and he'd become the new Flowing Cloud Monarch.
However, Wu Jing Xue's son, Wu Teng, had been killed after a short while. He'd been killed by Chu Xingyun, and he'd died right in front of Wu Jing Xue's eyes, turning into an icy corpse.
Such a scene was too dramatic. No one had expected it.
"Bastard, how dare you assassinate my son!"
Wu Jing Xue let out an angry roar that shook the sky. A monstrous anger burst forth, turning into a howling gale that made everyone's hearts tremble.
Chu Xingyun faced Wu Jing Xue directly and allowed the wind to blow on his body. He sneered, "Just now, Wu Teng threatened to take my life and kill everyone related to me. Since he treated me like this, why can't I kill him?"
"Shut up!"
Wu Jing Xue roared again. The hundred meter long shadow of the evil serpent above his head had already solidified. Its killing intent wreaked havoc as it crazily pressed down on Chu Xingyun, wanting to completely drown him.
However, Chu Xingyun's expression didn't change. He lifted his head to look at the evil serpent, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled into a devilish smile. He said coldly, "Suppressing Wu Ling with killing intent and forcefully grafting it into your body. Wu Jing Xue, you've hidden your strength quite well."
Hum!
Wu Jing Xue suddenly stopped when he heard Chu Xingyun's words. His eyes narrowed, as if he'd heard something inconceivable. The shock on his face couldn't be any greater.
"Chu Xingyun, what do you mean by your words just now?" Hua Yunhe's expression froze slightly when he saw Wu Jing Xue's strange expression. He immediately asked.
Apart from him, everyone's gaze fell on Chu Xingyun. They vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"Everyone knows that Wu Ling was born from heaven and earth. It exists in the deepest part of the soul. No matter how powerful a martial artist is, once his soul dissipates, Wu Ling will return to heaven and earth and disappear without a trace."
Chu Xingyun's tone suddenly changed. He said coldly, "However, in this world, there is a group of lunatics who defy the natural order. When they're nearing death, they're delusional enough to preserve Wu Ling and pass it on to their descendants. This method is called grafting. They use the dead Wu Ling to graft it onto someone else's body and pass it on to their descendants."
Hearing this, the crowd was completely stunned and fell into a daze.
Just as Chu Xingyun had said, after a martial artist died, Wu Ling would disappear from heaven and earth and could no longer be found. This was common sense. Even a three-year-old child knew this.
However, at this very moment, Chu Xingyun was saying that there was a grafting technique in this world that could preserve the deceased's Martial Spirit and pass it on to the future generations!
"According to what you said, if a fool unintentionally grafted Wu Ling onto himself, wouldn't he be able to become a monstrous genius?" Hua Yunhe's heart was beating wildly and his voice was trembling.
Wu Ling was the foundation of cultivation. The higher the rank, the greater the martial artist's future achievements.
If such a grafting method really existed, a martial artist could replace Wu Ling and change his own talent. This could be said to be shocking and break the balance between heaven and earth.
As he spoke, Hua Yunhe noticed that Wu Jing Xue's face was getting uglier and uglier. It was so cold that it was about to drip water.
Chu Xingyun nodded and continued, "Normally, this is the truth. Once a person grafts Wu Ling onto himself, his talent and strength will change dramatically. It is not difficult for a fool to transform into a genius."
"However …"
Chu Xing Yun stopped talking and his face became even colder. He said, "This method is against the will of the heavens. Even if a Martial Spirit is grafted into the body, the cultivator will still die on the spot because of the conflict between the Martial Spirit and the Martial Spirit. Only an endless amount of evil Qi can suppress it and save the cultivator's life."
Evil Spirit?!
Hearing these two words, everyone looked at the shadow of the Flood Dragon in the void. This Flood Dragon was Wu Jing Xue's Wu Ling. Its body was covered in a dark purple light and its entire body was filled with a ferocious Evil Spirit.
"Those who kill one person will have murderous Evil Spirit in their body. Those who kill a hundred people will have Evil Spirit in their body. The stronger the Evil Spirit is, the more blood they will have on their hands. In other words, if the person who grafts Wu Ling wants to save his life, he must kill crazily and continuously accumulate Evil Spirit."
Speaking of this, Chu Xingyun's eyes froze. He looked straight at Wu Jing Xue and said in a deep voice, "This method of grafting not only destroys the balance of heaven and earth, but also leads to endless killing. It was completely abolished in ancient times. Over time, it was completely lost."
"I never thought that someone would secretly cultivate and pass down a Martial Spirit. From what I can see, your Martial Spirit must be of the seventh-grade. No wonder you've been fighting in the South and North, destroying so many kingdoms and massacring so many creatures. You've been accumulating the Baleful Qi to suppress the Martial Spirit in your body."
"Thinking for the common people? Benefiting the common people? Those are all lies!"
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