Her heartbeat accelerated violently at this moment, and the Tianling Gai felt as if it had been struck by a heavenly blade, causing extreme pain.
She didn't speak, but in her heart it was like a small boat was slapped hard on the first shore.
"Shauchang... The original book said that Fang Zhe's saber is Shauchang. This old guy also said that Fang Zhe's saber is Shauchang, but the one Fang Zhe uses now is clearly Zhanhan?! He said it himself, there is a spirit in the sword,
Call yourself Zhanhan!"
This kind of feeling that the content of the original work coincides with the words of others in the book at a certain moment, but the reality is somewhat different from the original work, is like breaking Jiang Su's golden finger.
"If you cut off someone's cold, you will cut off someone's intestines."
Jiang Su murmured to himself.
"Have I been fooled by heaven again?"
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At night, the resonance of the sword sect's hundred swords ended, and Fang Zhe's movements suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
He seemed to have remembered something again.
Deep in the fragments of the sea of consciousness, there is a dust full of pain.
"..."
The little boy came forward happily, holding a puppet in his hand. He eagerly showed the magic of the puppet to the other tall boy.
"Brother, look at this puppet. I put a high-grade spiritual stone in its heart, and it can dance for hundreds of years without stopping."
"But he is only the size of a palm. If I make a doll as tall as a human being and put hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones in its heart, will it be able to work like a mortal for a hundred years?!"
The tall young man took the puppet seriously, looked at it carefully, and said calmly: "A puppet that looks like a real person? Then why not use a real person to make the puppet and replace it with a spiritual stone as its heart?"
The young boy opposite was stunned for a moment, then looked at the tall boy with admiration, and suddenly said:
"That's right!!! Senior brother is still smart! But like this, I may not be able to take the spirit stone as my heart! The spiritual energy of the spirit stone travels in the body's qi, blood and body fluids. Mortals have not yet opened their spiritual orifices, so they cannot use the spirit stone."
The little boy's eyes were shining, and he was not worried about it. It seemed that these things were problems that he could overcome sooner or later.
The tall boy smiled and reached out to touch the little boy's head.
"If a mortal has not yet opened his spiritual aperture, can't you just help him open his spiritual aperture? If you are a member of the immortal family, you are a member of the immortal family."
The scene disappears in an instant, and we see you again in a sea of blood and fire.
The handsome young man opened his hands and stopped in front of everyone, his eyes flashed, and there were faint tears accumulating on his eyelids.
His body was covered in blood, and there were several cuts on his sleeves. The knife marks were on the flesh, and the bones were deeply visible.
"Brother, do you really want to kill them?"
"Well, they must die."
The young man's eyes were filled with unbearability. He lowered his head silently, lowered his arms slowly, and turned around with heartache.
"Don't kill me! Young Master, please! Young Master!"
"Young Master, Young Master, I am a good man, Young Master! Young Master, I don't want it!"
"Young Master, please. Young Master, I have watched you grow up. I have worked hard even without merit in my life! Young Master, please don't kill me."
"Xiao Zhe, I am aunt, don't... don't!!"
"Brother Xiaozhe, brother Xiaozhe."
The handsome young man turned his back and squatted on the ground, looking at the bloody lake under his feet. His pair of white shoes were dyed red, soaking through the entire sole.
He could have left this river of blood, but his feet felt like lead.
The red-clothed monks on the side were showing off their sword skills, their heads nodding to the ground, and their limbs rolling aside like ripe melons.
The blade was dyed red, pierced through the chest, and blood spurted out.
The screams echoed in the river of blood, and the courtyard in my memory was like a purgatory on earth. The smell of blood rose to the sky, and the air of blood filled the air.
At a certain moment, the blood droplets stained on the tip of the knife flew on the head of the handsome young man when he was swinging it, soaking his hair.
The young man touched blood drops with his fingers, and the redness on his fingertips reflected in his eyes.
"Young Master, I am Xiao Guo, Young Master, I just made the heartbreaking scabbard yesterday! Young Master, you can't kill me! Young Master! How can you massacre people from the same sect?
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"Fang Zhe, you madman! Fang Zhe! You are an evil cultivator with a broken heart! How could you kill all of us!!!"
"Fang Zhe, you must die a good death! Fang Zhe, your sins are outrageous!!! You are not worthy to be the young master of our Wu Jian Sect! You do not understand the true teachings of our Wu Jian Sect!!!"
"Fang Zhe, I curse you to never learn the true way in this life! I curse you to never be able to reach heaven after becoming a god. I want you to be insulted by the world and betrayed by your loved ones. I want you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The red-clothed monk's hand was very steady, and his ghostly movement followed every fleeing person like a ghost.
In the midst of the flash of swords and blood, the young man suddenly rushed over and hugged the red monk's arm.
"Senior brother... let's not kill... okay?"
"How about we turn them into puppets, into our puppets..."
"They have watched us grow up, Aunt Zuo, A Bing Jiu Tu, he is still a child! Senior brother, let's not kill him... okay?"
The young man's voice became deeper and deeper, and even if he hugged the red monk's arm, he couldn't stop his knife from swinging at the familiar face.
The monk in red suddenly became full of breath, and the blood on the ground dispersed into droplets again and flew into the sky, and the blood mist condensed into water.
"Wow——"
Blood rain fell.
"Xiaoye, they can't be saved."
"If they don't die, there will be no way for them to survive along the way of refining weapons."
"They shouldn't be alive."
The young man trembled all over, broke away from the red monk's hand, and cried: "But they are our fellow sects! We can keep them alive, control their consciousness, control them..."
He choked up: "At least... they are alive..."
The red-clothed monk reached out and wanted to touch the boy's head again.
He touched it empty.
The young man took a step back, his eyes were red, and he stared at the monk in red. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and confusion and pain twisted into tears on his face.
The red-clothed monk clenched his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoye..."
The young man turned and left.
Awakening from a big dream.
Fang Zhe slowly lowered his head and looked at the Broken Han Sword in his hand.
"It turns out...I really...killed...them."
When Jiang Su heard Fang Zhe's words from a distance, he frowned slightly and stood up and stepped forward.
"Heartbreaker...how did you...Zhanhan..."
The girl in green noticed the emotion in his tone, and the man seemed to be filled with sadness in an instant.
She had never seen Fang Zhe so sad.
Her mind was racing, and without saying a word, she directly gathered spiritual power at her fingertips, like a rabbit that was always active, and jumped up with her legs.
He stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on the man's forehead.
Jiang Su fell to the ground again.
"Fang Zhe, your knife should be soaked in blood. The blade will not be sharp without blood."
"Anyone you kill is because they deserve to die. You are just giving them a ride."
"As for cutting the cold or breaking the heart, does it matter? What you are using now is not all for killing. It is a medium-grade magic weapon. Although it is not as high quality as your knife, it is still comfortable to use."
"This sword is given to you. No matter what the past is, you will have new people and new friends to accompany you."
Fang Zou froze in place, the coldness of the girl's fingertips still lingering between his brows.
Her eyes were closed tightly, standing in front of Fang Zhe like a slender and upright bamboo.
The red-clothed monk touched his forehead, and after a while, he slowly said: "Can... can... do it again."
