Consciousness gradually came back, and the unbearable pain receded.
Zong Shou tried his best to open his eyes. The body's limbs are all regaining feeling, but they are still unable to move.
In the abdomen, a hint of coolness penetrated into the body. It was probably the power of this medicinal pill that made him wake up and suppress the surge of Qi in his body.
Looking around again, he was still in the carriage. However, the Fanyun Car below had stopped, and black patterns appeared on the walls of the car.
In the middle of the carriage is a purple jade ball. It was about the size of a fist, hovering in mid-air, rotating slowly, and filled with spiritual light.
"Is this a urn formation? A spiritual weapon?"
Zong Shou was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Chu Xue was a practitioner of both spiritual and martial arts. There is enough mental power to activate this wind wall formation.
Presumably, this carriage and this extraordinary-looking jade ball in the air are the means reserved by Chuxue a few days ago for his father who will shake up the cloud world in the future.
In this car, with the protection of this formation, even if the innate warrior comes in person. In a moment, one can save one's life.
Crazy blood demon saint, nine-tailed fox king. At the beginning of the explosion of psychic energy, there were only a few heavenly warriors in the Demon Clan in Yunlu, east of Yunlu. Once it was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and then it fell like a shooting star. It caused countless people in later generations to sigh and lament.
I don’t know why, but that name was supposed to be a name that only made people sigh. Thinking of it now, it feels extremely close.
Zong Shou didn't know whether it was because the situation when he was unconscious just now was very similar to the situation before the real Zong Shou 'disappeared', which resonated with the remaining soul, or it was due to other reasons. In short, this man's thirteen years of memories are all stored in his mind.
The proud man of heaven fell into the clouds again. All the people close to him have become distant. Tried hard, but achieved nothing. He traveled far away from home and changed his ways to become a spiritual master, but three years later, he was still regarded as a useless person and was ridiculed and despised by even more people.
In the near future, he will also become a puppet in the hands of others, be tortured, and die miserably on Qiantian Mountain.
The head on the neck will also be hung on the top of the mountain by the next demon king of Qiantian Mountain for three months!
His consciousness was still groggy. At this moment, his chest and abdomen were filled with unwillingness, grief and anger—
No matter what kind of pain, I can endure it. No matter how hard the training is, he can persevere! But why can't the chakras be opened
Could it be that I am really a useless person? In this life, you can only hide under your father's wings and be protected by him
Never willingly!
Confusing thoughts filled my mind. Zong Shou shook his head violently and forced himself to sit up. When the scenery outside the window came into view again, all the muscles in his body immediately tensed up. His ears, which were temporarily deaf, also reconnected to the surrounding sounds at this moment.
With a silent smile, Zong Shou moved his body slightly to warm up his limbs. Then he suddenly stood up with his sword in hand and stood in front of the jade ball.
This formation isolated the inside and outside of the carriage. No one else could get in, and he couldn't get out either.
Fortunately, in his previous life, he had done a little research on the spiritual master's methods. He can even be said to be good at the Rune Lu method.
Condensing Qi at the fingertips, and making a point outside the spiritual light, he completely cut off the flowing spiritual energy.
The jade ball in front of him immediately turned wildly and floated around. The purple lines on the walls of the carriage suddenly faded.
Zong Shou ignored it, held the pine pattern wind sword, and walked out of the car door with a single lunge. He landed firmly outside the carriage, looking ahead through a layer of wind wall that was still rotating.
The green wasteland has now been given a touch of blood. Five or six corpses were lying on it.
The setting sun is like blood, and the vultures are circling in the sky, roaring wildly.
Most of the corpses were beside the carriages, with their throat bones torn to pieces and clawed open.
Seven hundred steps away, the sand roared and grass clippings flew. There was also a figure lying nearby, with a skinny figure and hands like bird claws, but his body shape was different. It was not the Uwe he had seen before. Lying face down on the ground, lifeless.
And nearby, the light of the sword was like a waterfall, and the shadow of the sword was like the tide. Covered by dust and sand, it was almost impossible to see the figures inside.
With all his eyesight, he could only see that Yin Yang's chest had been penetrated. Half of the broken blade was still stuck in the wound, struggling to hold on under the fierce sword light.
What a fierce sword!
His eyes narrowed slightly, Zong Shou then looked at the scarred cat-eared girl not far away.
The snow-like plain skirt on her body has turned into blood clothes. The snow-like skin was exposed, covered with eversion scars from knife wounds.
"Xue'er—"
The memory fragments of those thirteen years came to mind again, childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.
Everyone regarded him as a waste, a bastard, and a disgrace to the Tianshan Mountains. Only Xueer will never leave.
Even though he knew that this was the memory of the deceased person, he and the cat-eared girl had only been together for less than half a month. But the corners of Zong Shou's lips still couldn't help but tilt up.
She is carefree and usually a little confused, but whenever she sees this girl, she just feels warm.
But as soon as this smile appeared, it turned into a cold and cruel expression.
That was no longer fighting, but bullying. Holding on to this seriously injured body, he fought six people alone. His steps were messy and he was about to fall. The sword claws in his hands were full of flaws even in his self-defense.
The rest of the people mostly stood by and watched with sarcasm in their eyes. Only Zong Yu, like a cat playing with a mouse, wandered half a foot around Su Chuxue. Then from time to time, a sword was drawn on Chuxue's body, or a bloody flower was stabbed out. There was a smile on his lips, as if he was extremely happy.
The cat-eared girl, however, seemed unaware of her situation. Even though it was extremely difficult to stand, she still chased Zong Yu in vain.
It wasn't until the strong wind beside the carriage dissipated and the wind blade disappeared that he froze, his eyes filled with despair.
Zong Yu was also startled, suddenly took a few steps back, stayed away, and looked towards Zong Shou. The doubts flashed away, and the smile returned.
"It turns out to be Shoudi. It seems that Xue'er's chanting method is not practiced enough. Haha! I was still having a headache just now, how to open this wind wall formation. I won't kill you today, how about I come back to Qiantian Mountain with me? ? With Brother Yu protecting you, no one will dare to take away your throne. But this Xueer is good, full of fierceness, you want to give it to me—"
Zong Shou was too lazy to pay attention. He looked at Su Chuxue up and down with an extremely focused expression, as if he wanted to imprint the scars and sword wounds on her body deeply in his heart.
While wisps of true energy swam out from the chakras and poured into the Pine Pattern Maple Sword, he was thinking about it. He didn't know how it felt to kill people and cut corpses into pieces in reality, and how it felt in a completely virtual illusion. What's the difference
In the previous game, there was a guy known as the Corpse Crusher. After killing someone, he always likes to torture the corpse, which is unbearable to witness and is notorious.
At that time, Zong Shou didn't understand and felt a little baffled. But today, he unconsciously had the same violent thoughts in his chest.
Ten thousand years later, the Sword Emperor Tan Qiu, in his first battle in this era, unexpectedly turned out to be these scum!
Zong Yu didn't see Zong Shou answer for a long time, thinking that he was stunned, so he couldn't help but snorted again: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, but you still can't get on the stage!"
Just as he was about to signal to the side, he ordered someone to capture him. But Zong Shou suddenly asked, "Xue'er, do those injuries hurt?"
Chu Xue was already unconscious. After hearing this, although she was confused for a while, she still shook her head immediately and said: "It doesn't hurt, but Xue'er regrets that she didn't take good care of the young master! It's all Xue'er's fault -"
Zong Shou felt a slight pain in his heart when he heard it, but he smiled on his face: "If it doesn't hurt, then watch carefully, your young master is here to vent your anger! How about I take off the heads of these guys and use them as balls for you to kick?"
At this time, not only Chuxue was surprised, Qiu? Could it be hydrangea? Is that for kicking? Even a few people around him were shocked. Zong Yu was angry and laughing, and said sarcastically: "Take it out? You are just a useless person who can't protect yourself. Who are you taking out your anger on? Brother Shou, are you crazy or stupid?"
He waved his hand nonchalantly, and the three blue-clothed swordsmen beside him jumped out, their bodies galloping like arrows, and they stabbed away.
Zong Shou raised his brows lightly, then took a deep breath to adjust his body to its best condition. The pine-patterned wind sword was pointed slanted in front of him, his hands clenched tightly. The hidden power all over his body exploded. His right foot suddenly stepped on the ground and ran forward half a foot!
In future games, he also kills people like crazy. But in reality, whether it is fighting or killing, this is the first time.
But it was surprisingly adaptable, without any feeling of unfamiliarity, and it was like a flame burning in his chest.
In just a few short steps, he could clearly see the faces of the people opposite him. Wearing blue clothes and a strong figure, he rushed towards me. The eyes of the three of them all had the green pupils unique to the low-level wolf tribe. At this moment, he was full of ruthlessness, but not a trace of fighting spirit. In the minds of these people, I am afraid they have never regarded him as an opponent. Just think of him as a clown who doesn't know how to live or die, and is cruel and cruel.
With a self-deprecating smile, Zong Shou's magical acupuncture point called Lingchi exploded on his right chest. Let the true energy inside explode and guide your feet.
"Windwalker!"
With strange steps, Zong Shou's figure flickered, and an afterimage appeared. Without any warning, the whole person accelerated nearly twice as fast! Appearing in front of the first person, almost face to face, looking at the look of shock and horror in this person's eyes.
"Charge the sword!"
Without any hesitation, the sword light pierced forward like lightning.
A line of blood immediately carried countless fragments of bones and flesh and blood, and spread wildly from the hole in the throat and neck!