Hong Ji's body trembled violently, and there was blood all over his body. Once again, he used all his vitality to grab the last straw.
He was almost crazy with anxiety, but the words in his ears were still unhurried.
"Why save?"
As death approaches, the thoughts in my mind spin extremely fast, many times faster than before.
"I have many treasures. I have killed many people in the family. I have accumulated a lot of wealth. I also have top secret skills. Save me, save me... As long as you save me, these are all yours."
In the past, when he traveled all over the country, he met countless people begging for mercy, but Hong Ji never spared them. Only now, when he encountered that he was about to die, did he feel the overwhelming fear.
It would be fine if we just let him die, but there is a chance to survive in front of him. This kind of struggle between life and death is extremely painful.
The instinct to survive made him beg for mercy, making him want to sacrifice everything. The person in front of him was extremely calm and cruel.
Facing the mountain of wealth and supreme magical power he promised, his emotions didn't seem to fluctuate much.
The figure stood there quietly, standing like a mountain and abyss.
He was clearly on the verge of death, but with that figure standing there, Hong Ji naturally calmed down and was no longer as frightened as before.
This feeling made Hong Ji feel at ease, but also felt a different kind of anger.
He has seen this kind of grace and demeanor in the top leaders of major sects, or in the most outstanding figures in the clouds.
When he once ambushed a member of a noble family, he watched the most elite figure in his family from a distance and experienced this unique magnanimity.
That is a person who is at the top of the mortal world. He is only one step away from being able to cross the gap between heaven and man and become a true heavenly being.
In the past, if he could face such a person, Hong Ji would be excited. He would ask for advice and learn from such a person. He would take such a person as his goal and idol. The reason why he continues to practice the bloodthirsty sword technique of the demon is that
I hope to reach this point one day.
But it just doesn't work today. People at the Zhengqi level can look at themselves internally, and they can also look at themselves externally at the True Yuan realm. Although he is seriously injured now, Hong Ji also knows how embarrassing and unbearable his condition is.
His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his lute bones were still tied up and his whole body was tied up with chains, making him even worse than a beggar wandering the street.
This state of things made him uncomfortable, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that he fell into the eyes of a top person.
He pursues power, so he cannot bear to see his too humble posture in front of such a person who is at the peak of his power.
In particular, this person's body and posture reminded him of people from aristocratic families, which made him even more uncomfortable.
The reason why he didn't join a big family or a big sect was because he had a trace of arrogance in his heart.
He felt that he could carve out a unique path. He had been very successful before. Although the Demonic Bloodthirsty Sword Technique was biased towards the demonic path, he had indeed found a path.
But today, in this state, the grief and anger in his heart could not be suppressed.
At this moment of most shame, anger and despair, Hong Ji inexplicably felt that the cold energy that was constantly eroding the blood in his body stopped.
Time seems to have been stretched to an extremely distant, extremely long level.
At this time, Hong Ji's heart slowly calmed down.
He breathed hard. Even though such movements caused a tearing pain all over his body, he still breathed as hard as he could.
Instead of busy regulating the Gang Qi and Qi and blood in the body, he straightened his hair after a brief recovery and wiped the blood off his face with his hands.
Although he did not have the corresponding cleaning tools, his actions caused him to be covered in blood, his expression was much worse than before, and his condition was even worse than before, but overall he looked quite good.
One of the Confucian etiquettes is to dress properly.
Being neatly dressed is not only a sign of respect for others, but also respect for oneself. Zhang Mingtu watched his movements quietly. He had changed his clothes and wore an iron mask on his face. The surrounding people were silently clothed by him.
It has a triple magic circle of sound insulation, fog, and illusion.
Now, he is a mysterious figure among the Jinyiwei, a senior Jinyiwei executive with an iron face.
Seeing Xue Dao's movements, he was slightly moved, and his expression was two times more serious than before.
After reluctantly cleaning up, Xuedao's overall physical condition was still in poor condition and he was still quite embarrassed, but the overall atmosphere was a bit more serious.
I learned that the action just now is more like a special ritual, which not only comforts myself, but also comforts others.
"What do you want to know?"
"Why would someone want to kill you?"
"I'm confused too!"
"Um?"
Zhang Mingtu raised his eyebrows. He had experienced life and death crises. Normally, Hong Ji should not keep many things about the Land of the Rising Sun secret.
As a result, his answer was beyond Zhang Mingtu's expectation. Zhang Mingtu looked at him carefully and found that Xue Dao showed no signs of lying. There was indeed doubt in his eyebrows.
"Why do you have contact with people from the Land of the Rising Sun? Why do they want to kill you?"
Zhang Mingtu reiterated it again, but this time he took the initiative to give a lot of hints.
Xue Dao was stunned: "The land of the rising sun?"
Zhang Mingtu's frown deepened.
"The Fuso people from overseas now call themselves the Land of the Rising Sun."
Xuedao still had doubts on his face, his brows furrowed.
"I don't remember having any interactions with the Fuso people. I am an orthodox Chinese person. How could I have too many interactions with people from these barbaric lands?"
There was no trace of forgery in Xuedao's mental thoughts. Zhang Mingtu looked at it and frowned even deeper.
Xuedao's several attacks were all because of people from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, but now he asked Xuedao, but Xuedao couldn't tell the truth.
I have to say, this is quite funny and ridiculous.
"Why did you take action? Why did you target Xue Cheng?"
"Xue Cheng?"
"That's your goal today, one hundred households of Jinyiwei."
"Who asked you to do this?"
Xuedao was stunned for a moment, and then said after a moment of silence: "He is a person who is kind to me. He said that his family members died under the sword of Jin Yiwei. He hopes that I can take action to avenge him?"
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The expression on Xue Dao's face changed, and he muttered no answer, but Zhang Mingtu already had the answer in his heart.
But Zhang Mingtu's expression did not become more relaxed, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.
The answer was too simple, which made him feel a little incredible.
Xuedao Hongji actually didn't know anything about the Land of the Rising Sun. He was just a simple thug. Although his strength and realm were quite high, what he knew was not even as good as Tu Feiyuan Xianer of Jiujiang County.
Looking at it this way, the problem becomes even more complicated. Since Blood Sword Hong Ji knows nothing and is ignorant, why do people from the Land of the Rising Sun spend so much effort to send a shikigami to kill Jin Yiwei in the prison?
he?
"What did he help you with?"
Xue Dao continued to be silent. Zhang Mingtu pondered for a moment. Thinking of Xue Dao's unique sword skills and the long sword that was more like the style of the Land of the Rising Sun, he had a vague idea in his mind.
"Your sword skills? Demon Bloodthirsty Sword?"
The prison chains shook twice, indicating that Xue Dao Hong Ji was not at peace.
Zhang Mingtu had a vague realization in his heart that the swordsmanship of Blood Sword Hongji was indeed very different from Daxia's swordsmanship.
Although it was born out of Mingyue Sword Technique, the change in direction was too big and too distorted.
It turned from the original upright direction to the evil path, but this type of swordsmanship was not found in the Central Plains.
On the contrary, when Zhang Mingtu was traveling in the Land of the Rising Sun, he had seen many techniques similar to this, such as cutting into the wind with a sword, or drawing a sword.
There is also an extremely famous demon sword in the Land of the Rising Sun, which is famous for its ability to devour the Lord and its bloodthirsty.
Zhang Mingtu had no way to forcibly connect the two before, but now that he looked again, he found many clues.
Originally, Zhang Mingtu went to the Land of the Rising Sun after getting the Demonic Bloodthirsty Sword. When he saw someone with a similar mindset, he felt that Daxia and the Land of the Rising Sun had been separated by a thin strip of water for hundreds of years and had a close relationship.
There are some similar mentalities, which are of course very reasonable. Looking at it now, I'm afraid there are more problems.
Moreover, there are indeed many sword techniques in the Kingdom of the Rising Sun that are ruthless and can kill the entire family, which is very consistent with the twisted environment of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun.
Xuedao's face was ugly, much uglier than before. The muscles on his cheeks were beating. After a long silence, his lips trembled and he said, "You mean I learned the barbarian method?"
"I was also deceived by them. How long have I been deceived?"
Zhang Mingtu did not answer, but was silently meditating. He did not feel much about these words.
He already knew a lot from Xue Dao Hong Ji, but there was only one question that he couldn't answer: Why was Xue Dao Hong Ji killed and silenced?
However, I saw that Xuedao's red face clearly did not intend to cooperate, so Zhang Mingtu was too lazy to continue asking.
None of these things matter in the grand scheme of things.
Regardless of whether he knows it or not, there is no way to change the overall situation too much. The reason why Zhang Mingtu asked more questions was more to answer the doubts in his heart and satisfy his curiosity that had nowhere to go.
After all, after possessing the Book of Life and Death, he can access many secrets in the world as long as he wants.
It was rare that there was something he didn't know, and he would occasionally be curious about it.
Zhang Mingtu didn't answer, but Xuedao Hongji came up with the answer. His body was shaking more and more violently, and he couldn't maintain his previous serious look.
His whole body was shaking, even the qi and blood in his body began to become chaotic, and the gang qi began to disintegrate.
"Have I acquired the barbarian method? The former shopkeeper clearly mentioned the method found in the ancient books of Daxia..."
Zhang Mingtu was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what Hongji was like. His state was even worse than when he was beaten by many masters today.
His whole body was shaking violently, and his eyes were a little dull.
"So what about the barbarian method? Didn't it push you to the master realm? Isn't that your lifelong pursuit?"
Zhang Mingtu had read relevant information about the Blood Knife and was very familiar with it. He couldn't understand why the Blood Knife looked like this.
"What do you know? Barbarians, they are barbarians, how can they deserve it! You don't understand, you don't understand anything."
Xue Dao screamed as he collapsed, and the chains all over his body were clattering.
"My family has been from Daxia for generations, and has been famous in Daxia for several generations. It's just that I have never had a stronger mentality. I have always been the purest Daxia person. How could I have anything to do with the barbarians?
Hook up?
"My improved family swordsmanship is famous all over the world, how could it be mixed with barbarian methods?"
Zhang Mingtu was silent. He felt that he couldn't keep up with Xue Dao's ideas.
He is obviously already a top figure in the evil world, and his sword skills are weird and evil. He is not a famous and decent person at all, but he still cares so much about his reputation and his family.
Overall, it's very strange. Maybe there's something wrong with my brain.
"Your sword skills are so bizarre and not the right path in itself. How come you are obsessed with Daxia or barbarians?"
Zhang Mingtu's words were a bit euphemistic. The demon's bloodthirsty sword technique devoured other people's essence, energy, and blood, and then assisted in their cultivation. This method is considered to be the top evil sect in the demon sect, and it is definitely not justice.
"What do you know? A person like you is born with the best inheritance and the best teachings. How can you know the pain and discomfort of others who are trapped by their talents and martial arts and have no way to break through.
"How could we know that my family has worked hard for generations to improve their family methods, but has been unable to gain entry and has been trapped in a single state, unable to make a name for itself in the world.
"You don't care. You will only ask me to change my martial arts and change my family. You don't care about my family's sword skills at all. I will make my family's sword skills famous all over the world and let everyone in the world know about it. Isn't that enough?"
"Why is it the barbarian method? God is so unfair to me!"
Zhang Mingtu had a slight understanding, but he still felt that Xuedao's brain circuit was not normal.
Daxia has been a country for more than 800 years. Its reputation is not blown out, but fought out. It is unknown how many opponents it has defeated.
The barbarians from the North, the monsters that coexist with this land, the once equally huge empire...
For more than 800 years, this pride has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in Daxia.
Daxia orthodoxy is the pride of almost everyone. Even a poor and hungry homeless man on the street will think of Daxia when he mentions the glory of Daxia, the thousand-foot-long Buddha in Kyoto, and the heavenly palace that never falls.
A look of pride.
They have been invincible in the world for more than eight hundred years, so they are proud of their qualifications and abilities. Every Daxia person standing on this land has this pride buried deep in their hearts.
It is almost universally agreed that people outside Daxia are barbarians.
He is overbearing and unreasonable, but this has almost become a truth.
Daxia, strong!
Barbarians, weak!
This is basically an axiom, and no one questions it, even Confucian gentlemen who always pay attention to convincing people with reason think so.
That's why Xue Dao was so ashamed, angry and excited after learning that his method came from a small, remote and uninhabited country.