Zhao Ge

Chapter 100: Black spirit card

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Liao Gan's palms were sweating coldly. They stood on the promenade of the Prisoner's Tower, but they had a strange feeling that they were standing in the throat of some huge alien beast. Light and dark, like blood vessels beating.

The strange beasts that broke free from the tower room kept approaching. Zhou Wen'an half-kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath with a knife. They just worked together to kill an ancient python and a ghost—fortunately, these guys didn't seem to have fully recovered their strength. , otherwise the two of them might have already explained everything here.

But this is not something to be happy about.

The spirit wisdom of the strange beast that came out of the tower room seemed to be controlled by the Prisoner's Tower, leaving only the instinctive desire to kill. But even if their strength hasn't recovered, being surrounded by so many strange beasts at the same time is not something Zhou Wen'an and Liao Qian can handle.

"You don't really want to explain it here, do you?"

Liao Gan muttered, and quickly rubbed his hand in his hand, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.

— He hasn't decided whether to use that thing or not.

Zhou Wen'an coughed and staggered up from the ground. He looked around and then looked up at the top. They were not far from the top floor. Frowning, Zhou Wen'an took off his ring containing the corpses of Jiuxuanmen disciples from his hands, and stuffed them to Liao Gan together with the things Liu Wuyan gave him before.

"What are you doing?"

Liao Gan glanced at him in astonishment.

"Remember, sandalwood coffin."

Zhou Wen'an turned the blade upside down and slashed his wrist, blood gushing out and dripping on the ground. He quickly drew a simple formation on the ground with his blood essence.

His movements were extremely fast, before Liao Gan could clearly see what formation he had set up, he had already completed it.

"What sandalwood coffin?"

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and Liao Qian's expression changed.

"Little boy, I warn you—"

Zhou Wen'an's harmless, gentle and handsome face showed the first natural smile since the Qingming Pagoda accident in Bingzhou. I'll leave it to you."

what them

Before Liao Gan could turn his head around, the formation that Zhou Wen'an had just drawn burst into dazzling light. The next time, Liao Gan felt his world spinning, he was surrounded by a huge force, and he felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

When he was carried away by the power of the formation and sent out of the Prisoner's Tower, Liao Qian realized what Zhou Wen'an was talking about about them—Zhou Wen'an contained all the corpses of the disciples of the Nine Profound Sect in his ring.

"Fuck you."

Liao Qian fell heavily on the extremely hard black rocky ground. His whole body hurt like it was falling apart, he didn't care so much, turned over, and wanted to rush back into the prisoner's wasteland tower.

But the entrance of the Prisoner's Tower has a huge barrier, and they went in because of the light seal. At this moment, Liao Gan was sent out of the barrier by Zhou Wen'an, and stood in a huge open space, in a state of distress, unable to find the entrance.

He simply dug away the stones on the ground with both hands, cursing while digging.

"Xiaobai surnamed Zhou, I'm an idiot to you!"

"Give me back the fucking sandalwood coffin, there's no fart!"

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Blood-red formations are everywhere, and the strange beast awakened from tens of thousands of years of sleep is slowly approaching, front and back. The corpse of the ghost, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, proclaimed his death, and the huge figure of the nine-headed snake cast a ferocious shadow, covering Zhou Wen'an.

Zhou Wen'an coughed, the strength of these revived beasts became stronger over time.

He was leaning on the knife, a little wobbly.

In fact, Zhou Wen'an knew what Liao Gan thought of him, Liao Gan thought he was a lunatic, how could anyone casually risk their life for someone they didn't know? Liao Gan probably thought he was a bad guy.

How can there be any bad people.

People who live well, who would do those life-threatening activities casually.

He just felt that if he had a bad life, he couldn't be so hopeless if he could save someone. He is just an ordinary disciple of Jiuxuanmen, he can't even pick up the spiritual cards of his senior brothers, let alone avenge his senior brothers and sisters - he doesn't even know who he should take revenge on!

He's just an incompetent.

The nine heads of the cobra hang down, slightly touching the ground. The huge prehistoric beast is hideous and terrifying. Just the coercion makes people feel as if they have been hit hard, and their foreheads are full of cold sweat.

Zhou Wen'an only felt that it was very difficult to even stand up.

He coughed up blood, and he used almost taboo spells to set up the formation just now. He ignited his sea of consciousness with his essence and blood, and then forcibly sent Liao Gan out. This was almost a suicide attempt. At this moment, the true energy in his veins was no longer under control.

Zhou Wen'an acted as if he didn't feel it.

Seeing the huge alien beast approaching, Zhou Wen'an raised his knife.

His bloody hand flicked the knife.

Surrounded by deep darkness, Zhou Wen'an remembered a long time ago.

He was an orphan who fled from the famine, and with the last glimmer of hope, he embarked on the heaven-reaching stage of the Nine Profound Sect to recruit disciples. He gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step. That was his last hope of surviving, either to become a disciple of Jiuxuanmen, or to starve to death.

He doesn't want to starve to death.

So he climbed up.

When he just stepped on the last step, he knelt down on the stone steps. The senior sister with flame embroidery on the sleeve came over, took his hand, and led him into the vast world of immortal cultivators.

The poisonous fangs of the viper looked particularly terrifying in the red light, and the stench of the wind rushed towards his face.

Zhou Wen'an turned his head and glanced at the ancient black pagoda extending down layer by layer—so similar to the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou.

In a trance, he seemed to see the Qingming Pagoda inlaid with countless spirit stones.

In the middle of the Qingming Pagoda is the circling and flowing star light, the star light illuminates the tower that reaches the sky, and the thousands of spirit stones are like endless stars in the sky. The brother who had led him to the top of the Qingming Pagoda walked up the winding stone steps with his sword on his back, checking the pattern as usual; the brother who always complained that the spirit stone was too bright turned his head and shouted his name, Ask him if he wants to go out for a drink together; the figures of the senior sisters are clear and far away in the light of the spirit stone...

"Nine Profound Gates..."

The snake and dragon attack like a scroll, and the sound of the wind is like a knife. Zhou Wen'an hoarsely raised his head.

—At the very beginning, the senior sister who pulled him up from the heaven-reaching steps pointed to the gate of Jiuxuanmen and proudly said: "Eight sects of immortal sects, Jiuxuan is the first." Jiuxuanmen is the unparalleled Jiuxuan in the world.

"It's the unparalleled Jiu Xuan!"

Zhou Wen'an laughed and turned around.

He shattered his spiritual sea and burned his true energy.

Zhou Wen'an is indeed Li Mai's disciple.

Limai masters fire, and Limai's disciples have always been aggressive and fierce. But at this moment, this young man who was always amiable like a frail poet laughed loudly, and drew his knife at the strange beast that had woken up from tens of thousands of years of sleep, his aura was even fiercer than that of a fierce beast.

The spiritual consciousness boiled, and the spiritual sea shattered. True Qi burned, passed through, and shattered every inch of tendon.

Inside the Prisoner's Desolation Tower, the ubiquitous red formations illuminated the surroundings so darkly and bloodily brightly. The young Jiuxuanmen disciple ignited his true energy and used the trick of burning everything together. Dazzling real fire covered the figure of the young man and coated the knife in his hand.

—Break my spiritual sea, burn my soul, burn my real fire, there will be no afterlife, no reincarnation.

This is the last move that cultivators are absolutely unwilling to take.

Shatter your own sea of consciousness, use your own spiritual consciousness to stimulate the true qi in your body, use your soul as a guide, ignite your own true qi and turn it into real fire. With this knife, you will gain powerful power in a short time. However, the spiritual sea is shattered, the tendons are broken, and the soul is burned... There will be no reincarnation after death.

If you don't enter the past life, you can't rest in peace.

At the moment when his spiritual consciousness was activated and his soul burned, Zhou Wen'an felt the scorching heat and pain from the depths of his soul. His face twisted, he turned around, and swung the most perfect saber technique in his life.

He has no fear of death, no scruples.

Zhou Wen'an saw the Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, and the figures of the senior brothers and sisters guarding the tower with him appeared beside him. They had the usual smiles on their faces.

Jiuxuanmen...

The unparalleled Nine Profound Gates in the world.

In the dim world, the whirling youth's sword light drew a dazzling and perfect arc, flew out, bright flames scattered, and a raging fire ignited around him. A square inch of space becomes as bright as day in an instant.

The nine heads of the snake were cut off in the dark.

Zhou Wen'an and the snake's head fell heavily to the ground. Although the snake was beheaded, the head of the snake was not dead.

The snake head that landed next to Zhou Wen'an opened its mouth and bit Zhou Wen'an's shoulder.

Zhou Wen'an coughed violently, and something fell from midair.

It was the spirit card that Baili Shu took down in front of the Qingming Pagoda and handed it to him. Zhou Wen'an kept it in his bosom, when he just gave Liao Qian what Na Jie and Liu Wuyan had given them, he left this incomplete and nothing special spiritual card.

The fangs of the viper sank into his shoulders, and Zhou Wen'an seemed unconscious.

He turned his head, and in his vision that had begun to become blurred, he saw the half of the spirit tablet. The white-painted words on the black spirit tablet were faint and blurry.

Zhou Wen'an stretched out his hand, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he grabbed the spirit card.

The spirit card in the field of vision was blurred, and several shadows overlapped together.

He grabbed it several times and finally caught it.

Blood gushed out of Zhou Wen'an's mouth continuously, and his knife fell into nowhere. The strange beasts around did not disperse. After the snake was beheaded, other strange beasts approached again. Zhou Wen'an lay on the ground with his head tilted, holding the half of the spirit card with bloody hands.

"Master... Senior Brother... Senior Sister..."

Zhou Wen'an looked at the void, his pupil focus gradually collapsed, and his blood-stained hands were pale and bloodless. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he muttered in a low voice.

In the darkness, the figure of the strange beast gradually approached.

The author has something to say: Zhou Wen'an's world is the tens of thousands of stone steps that he stumbled and walked, the figure holding his hand, the brothers and sisters joking in the Qingming Pagoda where the spirit stones are like stars, and the sky-reaching tower. The sound of long wind blowing.