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Chapter 48 Other Descendants

Wusheng Killing Sword has a total of eleven levels, and the seventh level is pretty good. It is probably not much worse than the masked man in black leader just now. If the two sides fight again, they might be able to defeat each other with their superb light kung fu.

However, the Wusheng Killing Sword, which was only at the seventh level, was certainly not to his liking. The attribute panel showed that it could be improved. His thoughts were like a hammer, and he smashed it down hard.

In a mud pond thousands of miles away, a bullfrog with the size of an average human head and a muddy brown body was lying in the grass, its big bulging eyes staring at the sky, and its loud and miserable 'croaking' sound spread far and wide.

If someone understands frog language, they will know what this bullfrog is talking about.

"Damn it, this time it's over. It happened to a frog and it bled."

Thousands of miles away in another direction, the ground in the jungle was covered with withered yellow leaves. Suddenly, there was a rapid chirping from under a fallen leaf, two finger-thick tentacles stretched out, and after a while, an arm-thick carapace crawled out from it.

A shiny black centipede, the centipede turned a blind eye to a bug next to it. It looked up at the sunlight shining through the cracks in the trees, as if it was in a daze and hadn't moved for a long time.

In another city, there were more than a dozen ragged beggars lying in a dilapidated temple.

Suddenly, a skinny old man with a broken arm suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his cloudy eyes slowly became clear. He lowered his head and looked at himself, and the joy on his face immediately dropped, revealing a bitter smile:

"He turned out to be a one-armed old man. Should I be grateful to be reincarnated as a human being or should I be depressed that he has such a ghost identity?"

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand and turned it over. A bronze-colored card that only he could see slowly turned in his palm:

"It's hard to come to this world. This opportunity is rare, so fight for it!"

With a thought in his mind, the card disappeared, and he took out a prism-shaped crystal that exuded a moving halo and held it. Dots of light rose from between his fingers, and the aura on his body also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When his palms were released, the prismatic crystal had disappeared, and the aura emanating from his body was already very powerful. His skin, which had turned yellow from being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, had unconsciously become tougher, and his skinny body was like a

It swelled up as if it were inflated, and two rays of light shot out from both eyes.

He stood up slowly, glanced at the sleeping beggars around him, stepped a few meters away, and quickly disappeared into the ruined temple.

Not long after, the sun reached its zenith and shone directly from the roof of the ruined temple. The beggars woke up one after another and prepared to beg. No one noticed that an old man was missing from the crowd.

There is another house that occupies a very large area. Behind a red wall in the backyard, in a side room full of boudoir style, there is a beautiful girl lying on a gauze flower bed.

Qingqing, the woman slowly opened a pair of starry eyes, her eyes were confused at first, then she stood up and looked around happily, her eyes fell on the mirror on the dressing table beside the bed, which reflected a beautiful woman looking at the bed.

Own.

"This arrival is really nice. She looks like a lady."

The woman's eyes were bent like crescent moons, and her voice was as clear as a bell.

She looked towards the room. There was a purple bookcase placed in the northeast corner of the wall. Warm sunlight came through the vermilion carved wooden window and scattered on a guqin. The pink gauze curtain followed.

The wind brought some petals from the window and gently brushed the strings. There was a three-legged bronze incense burner in the room. Waves of incense rose from the burner, wrapped in gauze curtains, and filled the entire room with incense.

Outside the carved wooden window, several long bamboo poles are covered with flower vines. The dense green leaves are lined with purple-red flowers, which are delicate and bright. From a distance, they look like a beautiful piece of colorful satin.

She pulled the bell beside the bed, and a maid immediately came in to help her put on her makeup. After a long time, the gauze curtain parted, and a stunning beauty seemed to have descended from the sky to the world, and she came into reality as if from a painting. The light in the room seemed to brighten.

As if. The maid couldn't help but praise:

"The lady is so beautiful. I wonder which young man would be lucky enough to be favored by the lady."

The corners of the stunning woman's mouth were slightly curved upward, the white paper fan in her hand gently blocked it, and she waved her hand:

"You guys go down first!"

The two maids bowed slightly and left the room. The stunning girl looked outside the room and sighed softly:

"This time... her wish is to marry the most powerful young hero in the world. This is really worrying for me."

In the barren mountains.

Ye Chen shook the sword in his hand and silently pierced a thigh-thick tree with a crooked neck in front of him. There was no sound during the process, and there was no sound even when it pierced the tree body.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The sudden admiration made his heart skip a beat. He turned around instantly and saw a man in black walking out of the woods. His pupils shrank.

This man in black was dressed the same as the men in black he killed before, but the three men in black before had their faces covered, while he showed his face. He seemed not afraid of being recognized. The man in black walked to Ye Ye with his hands behind his back.

Chen stood ten meters away and said with a smile:

"You have such cultivation at such a young age, you are a genius."

Ye Chen's whole body's internal strength has been raised, his feet are spread out in a splay, and he can make any reaction at any time. He said without any expression on his face:

"Can you please clear my doubts?"

The man in black didn't get angry when he answered the wrong question, and raised his empty hand:

"you say."

He asked in a deep voice:

"Can you tell me why you want to destroy my Yizijian Sect?"

The man in black did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before replying:

"We are not the ones who destroyed your Yizijian Sect. I am the Master of the Killing Dao, one of the five masters of the Holy Sect's Killing Dao. I take people's money and eliminate disasters for them. Someone asked us to attack the Yizijian Sect. You want to

If you find it, take revenge on your employer."

Ye Chen sneered after hearing this:

"The employer is looking for you, but you are the one who takes action."

The man in black, one of the five masters of the Demon Cult's Killing Path, first nodded, then shook his head, and said:

"You are right, but the one who did it this time was Wu Sheng Dao. I just happened to meet him at the right time, so if you want to find it, you can find Wu Sheng Dao to take revenge."

Ye Chen was a little confused:

"Aren't you all from the same faction? What's the difference?"

"Hahaha."

The man in black laughed and said:

"The path of no life is the path of no life. What does the path of killing have to do with me?

Ye Chen still wanted to ask, but Master Shasheng interrupted him and asked directly:

"Boy, I see that you have a good understanding and are very suitable for my martial arts. Are you interested in becoming my teacher?"

"Not interested!"

He refused directly.

"Think carefully, Taoist Wusheng is the top master in the world. It is impossible for you to take revenge with your current cultivation level. Moreover, the forces that really destroy your sect are more powerful than you think. With your current level of cultivation, it is impossible for you to take revenge."

No matter how strong your cultivation is, you can't avenge me. If you worship me as your teacher, if you can defeat me in the future and succeed me as the master of the killing path, you can make everyone in this path work for you. Wouldn't this be a better chance of revenge than being alone?

Much bigger?"


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