Cautiously approaching the skeleton, Du Feiyu looked up and down for a while, and his eyes suddenly fell on the stone wall behind him. On the stone wall, there were several neat rows of small calligraphy. Many of these handwritings had become blurred due to age.
Clear, it's really hard to identify if you don't look carefully.
Looking at the blue-purple glowing skeleton in front of him, Du Feiyu did not rush forward to read. Instead, he kowtowed three times in front of the skeleton respectfully, and then slowly walked around behind it and began to read carefully.
As mentioned before, the soul-level powerhouses are already the strongest in the Blue Cloud Continent, while the demon-level powerhouses at the next level are even rarer. The number of such powerhouses is too scarce, and since they can
At this level, all of them are absolutely amazing and talented people, so even the corpses after their death are definitely worthy of respect. Du Feiyu does not dare to make any mistakes with their remains or relics.
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Although the small characters on the bumpy stone wall are blurry, the font is quite elegant, and every stroke is perfectly drawn. It is obvious that the author also devoted a lot of emotion to its writing.
"...My name has long been forgotten. Everyone in the world calls me the Vengeful Demon Lord. This matter must start with revenge...Although I was extremely talented during my lifetime, I was lazy and lazy by nature. I had no intention of cultivating the art since I was a child. Although I have been taught by my teacher many times,
I still have no intention of doing this. The only pleasures in my life are traveling and making friends, drinking and talking about Taoism... My master once declared that with my heavenly appearance, as long as I can achieve seven points of hard work, I will be great in the world. However, fishing takes two days and two days.
I have been doing nothing, and I have reached the level of Blood Shura when I am over forty years old. For this, my master has scolded and scolded me many times, but my ambition is not here, and I still do not want to make progress on the road of cultivation, and I have achieved nothing on the road of cultivation...
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After reading this, Du Feiyu was a little shocked. Although there are many blood-level strong men on the mainland, they are definitely worthy of the title of strong man. Every strong man who can break through to the blood-level level is invincible.
There are even more people who have spent their entire lives unable to reach this level if they are not diligent and ascetic cultivators. However, this Vengeful Demon Lord actually broke through the blood level in a careless and unintentional manner. He can indeed be regarded as a person with excellent talents.
With a shocked mood, Du Feiyu continued reading.
"... However, at the age of forty-two years, I never imagined that disaster would come from the sky. My best friend in life wanted to take over my wife, so he actually killed me and killed my family of one thousand, two hundred and four hundred and forty-four.
Seventeen people finally took my wife away by force, broke off my legs, shattered my Dantian, and all my cultivation was destroyed by them... Since then, I have become a useless person. And because of this,
I worked hard and determined to spend five years to reunite the energy of Dantian, repair the broken muscles and bones, and practice from scratch... After another five years, I returned to the level of blood... After three years, I reached the soul-breaking level... Two years later.
, at the age of fifty-seven, I finally broke through the realm and reached the level of the demon class... The waste was rebuilt and the broken veins were restored again. Everyone was shocked and shocked. At this time, I thought that the time had come, and I was filled with sorrow and indignation.
I visited my old friend and wanted to take revenge, but at this time, my enemy was also in the demon realm. After the duel, I returned without success, and I realized that I had spent the first half of my life in desolation and wasted my good years..."
After reading this, the shock in Du Feiyu's heart has turned into shock. In today's continent, which of the demon-level strong men is not the most glorious and powerful person? But he never expected that behind such a strong man, there would be someone like this.
This is a tragic story. The wife was kidnapped, the whole family was killed, and the only survivor was his cultivation. He can no longer have the power to take revenge... For cultivators, there is nothing more painful than this.
Having their cultivation level abolished is even more painful than killing them. It is hard to imagine how desperate and helpless this senior must have been. As a cultivator, he understands the importance of meridians better than ordinary people.
It is the foundation for the survival of every cultivator. Once there is a problem with the meridians, it is possible to continue it unless he takes a natural miracle medicine. However, this person relied on his personal will to reshape his muscles and meridians, and after missing the
During the golden period of cultivation, it only took fifteen years to reach the level of the demon class. This level of talent is enough to astonish anyone in heaven.
Thinking like this, Du Feiyu also looked back at the half-skeleton that conveyed desolation, and his heart was filled with emotions. In this world, there is no hatred that cannot be resolved, but the hatred of killing his father, the hatred of taking away his wife, and other hateful things
, but it is difficult to calm down in the end. Even such a strong person cannot be an exception.
"...Since then, I have been depressed and unhappy, but the resentment in my heart cannot be eliminated. I started to practice weapon skills with my extraordinary talent. After three years of hardship, I became a seventh-level weapon refiner at the age of sixty. In the end, I spent my whole life refining evil spirits.
A knife, I hope someone who is destined to get it in the future can kill my old friends and enemies for me and avenge my lifelong shame..."
After reading this, Du Feiyu's heart was filled with shock. He looked at the skeleton again with a little more respect in his eyes. Although he was not a weapon refiner, he also knew how difficult it was to master the weapon refinement technique.
, it is extremely harsh on the soul power, qualifications and understanding of the cultivators, and this senior changed to practice weaponry at the age of fifty-seven, and reached the seventh level in just three years. Such peerless talents can only use the abnormal second level.
It’s hard to imagine how strong he would have been with his talent if he hadn’t wasted his time back then. Ghost level? God level? Even the almost impossible demon level? It seems possible...
...The beauty is unparalleled! These four words couldn’t be more appropriate when applied to this senior.
While feeling shocked, Du Feiyu also had doubts. According to historical records and rumors circulating in the cultivation world, once a person reaches the level of the demon class, he can live forever, but how did this senior fall?
"...The seventh-level divine weapon must be formed by gathering spirits. In my grief and anger, I gave up my life's spiritual energy and integrated it into this sword, and named it 'Blade of Vengeance'... This sword will find my enemies for me."
, to resolve the old grudges of the past... My cultivation has also disappeared, and I have fallen into the world..."
After reading this, the shock in Du Feiyu's heart has turned into a sense of sadness. The Demon Lord fell while refining a weapon of revenge, but his enemy who also reached the Demon level is still linked to him.
Together they enjoy the prosperity of the mortal world, but perhaps only the talented and powerful man behind him can understand this unspeakable hatred and pain most deeply.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but beauty can never be forgotten. When he was old and old, his beloved wife was taken away... He was supposed to be a strong man who dominated the world, but in the end he died with his ambition and his bones buried in the loess...
He was gifted with extraordinary talent and was born amazing. He attached great importance to love and righteousness, but made the wrong friend. His talent was exhausted and he died with hatred. Not to mention Du Feiyu, even if the heavens saw this, they would shed tears of regret!
After mourning for a while in his heart, Du Feiyu continued reading:
"I refined this sword with the intention of revenge. However, since this sword has exhausted my life's energy, it will naturally not be easily obtained by people with mediocre qualifications. Therefore, I set up a space barrier in the cemetery and ordered the phantom beast giant scorpion to guard it.
I am still worried, so I have set up a ** formation here. If those who come after me can break through this formation, they can get my demon sword and conquer the world to avenge me..."
Seeing this, Du Feiyu gradually frowned. It seemed that the phantom giant scorpion was indeed the magical beast he kept in captivity during his lifetime. No wonder that thing could freely enter and exit the space barrier. Judging from these signatures, he seemed to have
There are some trials and tribulations to go through...
"Buzzing" Just when Du Feiyu was thinking about it, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came out. As the buzzing sound sounded, the skeleton began to tremble rapidly at a level that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and then there
Above the desolate skeleton, bursts of pink smoke suddenly filled the air.
"Chichi" the smoke filled up extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had filled the entire stone chamber. As it continued to spread, the richness became heavier and heavier, and finally it blocked people's sight. Du Feiyu was shocked.
He stepped down and wanted to press against the stone wall, but when he stomped towards the wall with the soles of his feet, he felt that he had hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back to the original place by a soft elasticity.
As soon as "Hu" landed, the whole scene seemed to have shifted. When he opened his eyes again, Du Feiyu had arrived in a strange Bagua array. Within the Bagua array, pink mist was floating everywhere. After the pink mist,
Dark iron walls were vaguely visible, blocking his steps.
"What a weird place." He walked slowly towards the wall and reached out to touch the cold and hard iron wall. The tentacles were extremely cold and hard, no different from ordinary iron and stone. After confirming that it was not an illusion, Du Feiyu was also shocked.
It was expanded a few points again. From the classics he had read before, he once read that after cultivators reach a certain state, they can create illusions by virtue of their own resonance with the energy of heaven and earth to surround Bi.
What he didn't expect from his weak opponent was that this so-called illusion was so lifelike that it was difficult to detect its authenticity even by touch.
His eyes flickered for a while, but Du Feiyu was not in a hurry to break this illusion. Because he knew that this illusion was not a simple illusion, but was constructed by the energy of heaven and earth. It was pulled by the qi of a strong demon-level man, and the heaven and earth were transformed.
Energy is condensed in a strange way, so its existence is as real as reality. Whether it is those partition walls or smoke, they are as indestructible as reality.
With his current strength, he is still far from being able to break through the formations left by the soul-level experts, so he can only successfully obtain his relics as he said by following his last words and finding a way to break the formations.
Thinking like this, after pondering for a while, Du Feiyu chose a direction and walked over...