When Si Yuan held the Hell-Devouring Sword tightly with both hands and swept the sword across, cutting off the weapons of the White Armored Army one after another, it felt as easy as cutting through soft mud with a sword.
The sharpness and toughness of the Hell-Eating Sword far exceeded his inner expectations.
"Puff puff……!"
Opening and closing the sword in the hand, the sword cuts into the flesh.
All of a sudden.
The sound of flesh, muscle, and bones being torn apart by sharp weapons rang in my ears one after another.
All the white-armored soldiers whose bodies were torn apart by the Hell-Eating Sword fell to the ground in pain, wailing incessantly. They had been poisoned by the blood poison of the Hell-Eating Sword.
Wherever the blood passes in the body, it is like being burned by fire, causing excruciating pain.
What I see and hear in front of me begins to appear as blurry phantoms, the sounds heard by my ears, the smells smelled by my nose, the touch of my skin, etc.
Everyone began to fall into a false illusion.
This is another "phantom heart" additional attribute of the Hell-Eating Sword.
Their three souls and seven souls were attacked and killed by the Hell-Eating Sword Spirit in the illusion of the heart, while their external bodies were affected by the "Essence-eating" attribute of the Hell-Eating Sword.
All the life essence in the Jingqi God was forcibly absorbed into the Hell-Eating Sword.
Become the growth nourishment for the Hell-Eating Sword.
Let them wail in pain in various mental illusions, and then their bodies are quickly sucked into decaying mummies, and they die miserably.
The evil and terrifying degree of the Hell-Eating Sword really shocked Si Yuan.
"At the time of the blood refining, if it had not been suppressed by the furnace of life and death, this prison-devouring sword would have sucked me into a mummy."
"But now, the stronger and more ferocious it is, the happier I am."
The white-armored soldier who was poisoned was no match for Si Yuan.
It didn't take much time.
More than thirty soldiers who came to pursue were all killed by Si Yuan, turning them into blood food nutrients for the growth of the Hell-Eating Sword.
"The ferocious aura on the sword is much stronger and more concentrated than before the blood was seen."
Holding the Hell-Eating Sword vertically with both hands, he looked at it carefully.
It was at this moment.
A stream of pure energy and blood surged out from the Hell-Eating Sword and fed back to Si Yuan himself, greatly accelerating his recovery from his current weak state due to excessive blood loss.
"This... actually has such an effect?!"
Feeling the obvious improvement in his condition, Si Yuan couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
This means that as long as there are enough living creatures hunted by the Hell-Eating Sword, his own physical condition will always remain at its peak, and there will be no moments of fatigue and weakness.
"With such an effect, it should be regarded as an artifact for group battles." Taking a closer look at the Prison Devouring Sword in his hand, Si Yuan felt that he had recovered a lot, and his confidence suddenly increased in his heart: "It is better to take this opportunity to fight back."
"Kill all the remaining soldiers of that small group."
"It saves us from having any pursuers catch up with us and causing constant chaos."
Determined.
He quickly returned to another tree trunk, took his sister away first, and carried her on his back again.
"Lead the way and find them." He turned around and told the little black bird. Si Yuan held the prison-devouring sword in one hand and ran and jumped among the lush branches, with strong and flexible skills.
The seemingly huge and heavy Hell-Eating Sword was as light as a feather in his hand.
Almost no weight is felt.
But it is limited to him, because he has completely refined the Hell-Eating Sword, which is equivalent to turning it into a part of himself, so naturally he cannot feel much weight.
Just like a normal person, he will not feel the weight of his arms.
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On a dirt road.
Si Yuan galloped his horse into the distance.
The remaining ten or so ordinary soldiers, no matter how capable they are, cannot hide the fact that they are just ordinary people, and they cannot withstand the jungle attack of those with deep internal strength.
The horse he is riding on is something he got from a sheep after killing someone.
The remaining war horses were also driven by him to run around randomly to confuse his true departure direction and prevent unknown pursuers from following him.
He kept galloping on horseback until it was getting late, and then he stopped in the villages and towns in the Baiyue border area.
At this time, my sister Yuji started crying again.
Because the little girl was hungry, as for the meat soup stored inside the bamboo tube, there was a slight sign of deterioration due to the hot weather.
To him, this slight change was nothing.
It can be completely ignored.
But for an ordinary baby who is only one year old, that is too important. If you don't pay attention, eating the tender body will be a big trouble.
"Little sister, be good and don't cry. Brother, I will find you something to eat right now." Si Yuan held the little concubine in his arms with his left hand, held the horse's reins under his right arm, and held the Hell-Eating Sword upside down in his right hand.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The little girl doesn't care about this, she just cries when she's hungry.
Si Yuan had no choice but to knock on the door from door to door at night, trying to get some food for Little Concubine.
"Is there anyone here? Let me borrow a place to stay..."
"There's no one in the house."
The hand knocking on the door paused, and Si Yuan was speechless.
Turn around and switch to the next one.
But in this time of war and chaos, once night fell, a few people dared to open the door. So much so that he searched for more than a dozen houses without knocking on any courtyard door.
"If that doesn't work, then we have no choice but to climb over the wall, enter the door and rob him." Si Yuan secretly made up his mind.
He turned around and stopped at the door of a seemingly affluent courtyard. He raised his right hand and knocked on the solid wood door with the hilt of his sword: "Is there anyone there? It's already dark, and I want to stay overnight."
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Inside the courtyard, inside a certain room.
A young and beautiful girl with purple hair and a purple skirt was preparing to wash up and take a bath. Suddenly she heard someone knocking on the door outside the yard, and the voice contained a faint childish voice.
In addition, there was the sound of a little baby girl crying.
"What happened outside?" Zi Nu asked without looking back.
Soon, a young woman who was secretly watching came to the window and responded loudly, saying: "A boy less than ten years old came to the door, holding a little baby girl and preparing to stay overnight."
"The young man is still holding the horse and holding the sword."
"A boy under ten years old is still holding a little baby girl. It seems that he is also a poor person affected by the war." Zi Nu murmured softly, and then ordered: "Allow them to stay overnight."
Come to the window.
She reached out and pushed open the window, quietly looking out at the bright moon and stars.
"To complete my mission, I need enough loyal subordinates."
"I wonder how many displaced young orphans I can gather by coming to the Land of Baiyue this time? If they are trained strictly from an early age, it will take more than ten years to train them..."
"When the time comes, we will arrange them as women in Fengyue Field. They can not only collect intelligence, but also be used as special assassins."
Thinking about it, Zi Nu fell into deep thought.
"How about naming this organization being formed: Zilanxuan."
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