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Chapter 727 Butterfly tattoo, the pain of bone spurs

This butterfly tattoo.

Even Lin Zongkun himself didn't know what it was.

Back then, he was still a naughty boy in the Foundation Establishment Realm. One day while playing, he accidentally saw his father suffering from bone spurs on his back. He was in so much pain that he looked so hideous that he was deformed. His father was so painful that he even bit off several of his teeth. He was basically suffering the punishment of Ling Chi.

At that time, he was still ignorant.

If Lin Zongkun knew what kind of disaster he would face in the future, he would definitely not mention what he saw and heard that day to his father.

Who can understand the pain of countless bone spurs suddenly bulging out of the bones all over the body, drilling out of the skin.

Thousands of arrows piercing the heart are nothing more than that.

Lin Zongkun understands it best.

And all this is because of my own talkativeness.

The next day, my father looked as normal and there were no bone spurs all over his body.

At that time, Lin Zongkun was ignorant and asked his father specifically why there was a bone spur and why it disappeared today. He even cared about whether his father was in pain and wanted to go to a doctor to treat his father.

He clearly remembered that he asked this question at a family gathering.

Just after saying these words, the banquet hall fell silent.

My father's chopsticks were broken.

The mother's face turned pale, and the bowls and chopsticks in her hands fell directly.

The whole place was dead silent.

He remembered the scene of that day.

My mother cried, hysterically, and in pain.

My father also cried, but it was a kind of relief and a kind of happiness.

Lin Zongkun could no longer remember the expressions of his other aunts, brothers and sisters. He only remembered that he was taken away on the spot and he only had time to eat half of his favorite roast chicken.

From that day on, it was the beginning of his nightmare.

pain!

A full 20 years.

Lin Zongkun never saw anyone else in the clan. The only ones who accompanied him were his father who was like a devil and the unbearable pain in the world.

In fact, within two days, my father had already transferred the butterfly tattoo.

For the remaining 200 years, his father kept Lin Zongkun in captivity like an animal and carefully observed the various changes in the butterfly tattoo.

Lin Zongkun wanted to die countless times, but he couldn't.

In these 200 years, Lin Zongkun's fate has been completely rewritten.

He learned that this butterfly tattoo was an inheritance, or curse, that his father's master inadvertently received from the ancient ruins.

His master grafted the curse onto him.

The father once again grafted the curse onto his son.

Lin Zongkun got a butterfly tattoo and his cultivation speed soared.

But every time his cultivation increased, he suffered. The faster his cultivation skyrocketed, the more unbearable the pain became.

Lin Zongkun's hope cultivation level has stagnated like never before.

But his father was like a devil, forcing him to take all kinds of elixirs and all kinds of genius treasures every day.

Foundation building realm.

Golden elixir realm.

Nascent Soul Realm.

Even... the realm of natural selection!

Lin Zongkun's cultivation speed was extremely abnormal, and thanks to his father's greed, he didn't even have a chance to die.

finally!

Lin Zongkun used the butterfly tattoo to understand the original Taoist patterns full of hatred one after another.

That's right.

If you have resentment and hatred in your heart, the original Tao patterns you comprehend will also be contaminated with the breath of resentment.

curse!

Lin Zongkun, who was powerless, could only curse everyone, his relatives, his father, and all ordinary people who had no pain.

curse!

Dao pattern fake characters!

The way that belongs to him, Lin Zongkun, is completely successful.

The day he completely mastered the power of Banbu Wenyuan, Lin Zongkun killed everyone.

He took his father's body and killed all the members of the Lin family and the entire population of the city until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dim.

finally.

He is tired of killing.

Lin Zongkun asked his father if this was the result you wanted.

However, my father kept laughing wildly.

"The Way of the Curse."

"The Way of the Curse."

"It turns out what the master said is true. As long as you can get the cursed butterfly's approval, you can get it."

The father in ecstasy had no fear or depression.

It is a kind of freedom and satisfaction that comes from hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening.

Finally, his father stroked the butterfly tattoo on Lin Zongkun's arm and passed away peacefully.



"A curse!"

"The Way of Asking the Origin!"

"If I could go back in time, I would rather be born mute, live 80 years, and die like a mortal."

Although the flames under his body have not been extinguished, the burning pain continues to surge.

But Lin Zongkun wanted to laugh, he wanted to entertain thousands of people, and he wanted to grant amnesty to the world.

The butterfly tattoo on my arm is finally gone.

Just like when his father was grafted onto his body, he completely disappeared without a trace.

Compared with the torture of bone spurs, this burning fire is nothing!

This butterfly tattoo gives people the greatest despair, that there is no end.

Even though Lin Zongkun is now half-way to enlightenment, the torture every two or three months becomes more and more painful, even more severe than before.

despair!

Really desperate.

The stronger you are, the less able you are to die.

The torture of this butterfly tattoo will make you worse than death.



Only Lin Zongkun in the world knows about butterfly tattoos.

Only Zhao Chu felt something abnormal, but the pain had not begun yet.

Everyone was shocked that Lingkun Holy Palace was completely demolished, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

People also began to re-evaluate the Northern Territory and Zhao Chu.



"If my guess is correct, the next unlucky place should be the Mysterious Realm!"

In the distance, Fu Baimo suddenly broke the silence.

"Are the eleven disciples of Qing Jie gods immortals?"

"Does his physical strength have unlimited strength? I don't believe it. He is the first person in a thousand years to be able to demolish the Lingkun Holy Palace. Is he going to create two more miracles today?"

The Yanshi sneered.

Zhao Chu is very strong, the strongest young man he has ever seen, Yan Shilun admits this.

But this young man in the Nascent Soul Realm, who slaughtered seven natural selections and demolished the Holy Palace in one breath, now wants to go to the Mysterious Realm to look for trouble, is too unbelievable.

"Yan Shilun is right. Even if the eleven disciples of Qing Jie have enough real energy, after a long period of fighting, their spirits will not be able to support themselves and they will collapse."

The Holy Lord of the Western Realm nodded in agreement.

"Even if the eleventh disciple of Qingjie still has physical strength and is in peak condition, he will not be able to break the Xuandu Holy Palace."

"As far as I know, Xuan Fengzi has gathered his disciples and set up the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation. Let alone a Nascent Soul Realm, even if a few of us go there, we won't be able to destroy it in a short time."

"What's more, the powerful people who returned to Xuandu Holy Palace to support this time are all Xuan Fengzi's favorites, and they are all extremely talented people with first-class talents."

The Holy Lord of the Eastern Realm also commented.

"Not just a pet peeve, Xuan Fengzi is afraid of following in the footsteps of the spiritual realm. More than half of these ten natural selections are his direct descendants, and the remaining Nascent Souls also have more or less his bloodline.

He wants the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation to be flawless."

The Holy Lord of the Southern Realm echoed.

"So, I conclude that the eleven disciples of Qing Jie will definitely not go to the Xuan Realm. They are simply asking for their own... humiliation... or something..."

Before Yan Shilun could say a word, he saw Zhao Chu step on the air with his feet, and in the next breath his body had disappeared from Lingkun Holy Palace.

Under the spotlight, Zhao Chu tore apart the sky barrier.

He stood in the void for a few seconds, then flicked his sleeves and descended directly towards a realm.

Mysterious realm!

People all over the world took a deep breath of air-conditioning.

really!

This evil star has no intention of letting anyone go.

Without saying a word, Zhao Chu tore apart the space and landed in the sky above the Xuandu Holy Palace.



"Junior brother, what are you doing? Not even sparing the Xuan Realm?"

Chao Hongqian was stunned.

"Perhaps, Xuan Fengzi has annoyed my junior brother by delivering supplies to the two holy places. He is so vengeful and fussy about everything, and his character is too good. He is a gift from heaven."

I wish you three blessings and praised me with enthusiasm.

"Well, revenge doesn't last overnight. I admire the temper of this eleventh junior brother. He has a little bit of my style."

Chao Hongqian nodded solemnly.

"Tenth Junior Brother, although shameless people can be very good, you are a bit too dazzling and may die young."

I wish you three blessings and tried to dissuade him with earnest words.

"Yes, modest, modest."

"I must admit that before my junior brother appeared, I was the Emperor of Talents, the Emperor of Cultivation, the Emperor of Miracles, and the Emperor of Envy..."

Zhu Sanfu stopped Chao Hongqian from boasting with a look.

"Well, it wasn't until my junior brother appeared that I realized that I am not the best in the world. I am still me. I am still the handsome man who makes girls scream when he appears on the street corner. The rest is useless."

Chao Hongqian was almost killed by Zhu Sanfu's palm, so she quickly shut up.

"Senior brother, by the way, although my junior brother has gone to the Mysterious Realm, there is no chance."

"The thing that Xuan Fengzi is most proud of in his life is the Xuanzhen Heavenly Formation. As long as it is activated, it becomes an immovable fortress. It cannot be destroyed even from the inside, let alone bombarding it from the outside."

Chao Hongqian said worriedly again.

"This is my junior brother's business. Xuan Fengzi is timid. I don't think he dares to do anything to my junior brother. He can only threaten him a few times."

Zhu Sanfu smiled.

Regarding Zhao Chu's safety, Zhu Sanfu didn't worry too much.

Xuan Fengzi is timid and cautious, likes to take advantage and refuses to suffer losses.

But Lin Zongkun is different.

Although this guy is in a sorry state now, he is actually a ruthless person, the kind of ruthless person who would even dare to kill himself.

Back then, one man and one sword slaughtered his entire clan, including men, women, old and children, leaving no one behind. In the end, he became a demon and almost killed himself.

This kind of person is a lunatic and can do anything.



"Your Excellency, you can't break this Xuanzhen Formation. If you have nothing to do, just bring some local products and go back to rest first. The weather in the Xuanjie Realm has been bad recently and is not suitable for travel."

Zhao Chu arrives,

Despite the Xuanzhen Formation, Xuanfengzi's disciples knew that they were safe.

But the murderous aura all over Zhao Chu's body was still terrifying.

That's really timid.

The scene of killing the seven natural selections just now is still vivid in my mind. Who can not be afraid?

Since they have to support the Xuanzhen Formation, the disciples need to maintain specific postures and cannot move at will. However, the leading disciple still nodded politely as a greeting.

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

Zhao Chu asked calmly.

"I know, I know... Xuanjie Realm made a small mistake just now. The Holy Lord will definitely visit the Blue Tribulation Holy Land in the future to give you an explanation."

The first disciple gave a bitter smile.

"There is no need to change the day, just today, I will see what the Xuanjie Realm gives me!"

Zhao Chu sat down cross-legged in the air, not in a hurry.

"I'm afraid it won't work today."

The first disciple said.

"Then I... will demolish this holy palace and get some interest first."

Zhao Chu sneered.

"This... Holy Palace, you can demolish it as you please!"

Later, the first disciple also became a little impatient.

He let out a long sigh.

Buzz!

A deep purple barrier enveloped the sky above Xuandu Holy Palace.


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