Young Master Xuan wanted to pull out the magic weapon in one go. However, the moment his hand grasped the hilt of the rusty sword, an invisible force surged from all directions, as if to crush his waist and neck, and to crush his body.
The body is bursting.
The strong squeezing sensation causes heartbreaking pain in the chest every time a person takes a breath. It feels like there is a hole in the lungs and the air is leaking. The next breath will be more difficult than the last time.
Mr. Xuan felt that he was about to suffocate, but he still bit hard and held his neck straight, refusing to lower his noble back.
His hands were also imprisoned by power. In order to resist the strong pressure, his consciousness was consumed rapidly.
The inexplicable pressure was too intense, and as time went by, his consciousness and vision became increasingly blurry. After some time, his vision became clear again.
The pressure is still there and has not eased at all.
Young Master Xuan felt that all the spiritual power and consciousness in his body had been drained out, and he was extremely tired. He tried to run his skills and absorb spiritual energy to reinforce himself.
When running the technique, the speed of absorbing spiritual power is very slow, and the spiritual power is also very slow when running in the Dantian and meridians, but it is always good to practice.
The newly absorbed spiritual power was just a drop in the bucket for the empty Dantian. Master Xuan didn't last long. When he felt another force coming, his brain felt a dull pain and his vision became blurry.
After his vision became clearer and his consciousness became clearer, he continued to perform the exercises.
This goes on and on.
Xuan Shao endured the invisible pressure. Sometimes it was daytime before his consciousness became clear, and it was night when he opened his eyes. Sometimes it was daytime when his consciousness became blurred, and it was still daytime when his vision became clear again, because he could not be sure when he was unconscious.
How much time has passed, even if he wanted to count how many days he had to deal with the pressure, he would be unable to do so.
Young Master Yan didn't know which mountain Young Master Xuan was on, nor did he know if Young Master Xuan had found the sword in his dream. He embraced the Ah Q spirit, which regarded mountain climbing as a way of training to hone his spiritual consciousness, and worked hard despite the severe cold and heat.
Mr. Yan, who was walking alone, had no ears to hear what was going on outside him. Finally, his hard work paid off and he crawled to the hiding place of the magic treasure that had a telepathic connection with him.
The magic weapon that summoned him is located in an area about 50,800 feet above the surface.
Using his soul as a matchmaker, Mr. Yan found a sword that might be his contracted magic weapon at a glance among the dense forest of magic weapons.
Half of the sword's body is submerged in the soil, the sword's boring and the sword's stem are oblate, the sword's head is circular, and both the sword's body and the sword's hilt are bronze in color.
The person who forged the magic weapon was probably a very particular person. When he forged the sword, he also put great effort into the hilt area. The sword head, sword stem and sword boring were all engraved with patterns, and the sword boring ring was inlaid with a row of precious stones.
The magic weapons in the same area as the sword were all gray and plain, except for the sword's blade and hilt, which were clean and dust-free, and the gemstones also exuded a gleaming light.
The undisguised sword is mixed among a group of hidden magic weapons, and it seems to stand out from the crowd.
"?" A bold lightning number appeared in Yan Xing's mind. He didn't like to show off, so why did the magic weapon that summoned him tend to be high-profile?
Could it be that this is what is called opposites attracting?
Even though he was full of thoughts, he couldn't ask the magic weapon a hundred thousand reasons. Yan Xing walked to the side of the sword and sat down, practicing first to restore the consumed true energy and spiritual consciousness.
After sitting and meditating for a long time, I adjusted myself, stood up again, and stood in the most suitable position to draw the sword, holding the hilt of the sword with my right hand.
When he held the sword in his hand, it was strongly sucked. At the same time, his eyes blurred and he "saw" a scene - in a ward, a pale young woman was leaning on the bedside, holding Yi in one hand.
The little boy in her arms was talking to a middle-aged woman sitting in front of her.
Yan Xing's pupils shrank sharply. The woman sitting on the bed was his mother, the one sitting in front of the bed was his grandma, and the boy held in the woman's arms was himself!
When his mother was sick, he was still young, and even though his grandma often took him to the hospital to take care of her, he can't remember exactly what he went through on that particular day.
It seems that I was hugged by my mother who was leaning on the bedside a lot of times. Therefore, as time passes, many memories fade in time.
When the long-lost memory appeared in another way, Yan Xing's heart seemed to be pinched by something, throbbing with pain.
As forgotten past events reappeared, memories were like water opening a floodgate, and countless scenes poured out: from when he stayed with his mother in the hospital when she was ill, to when her mother died of illness, when he and his grandparents were still immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones,
Zhao Yixiong turned to marry Guo Furong...
Then grandma also fell ill and passed away, then Jia Ling, a wicked woman with a charming face, entered grandpa's house, and then he struggled to survive in Jia Ling's hands...
Things that have been forgotten, things that have been forgotten due to the distance of time, or things that have been deliberately forgotten, as well as some unforgettable past events, are reappeared like scenes in a movie.
Even if he knew intellectually that Jia Ling, Guo Furong, and Zhao Li were dead, when the old events reappeared and he saw those ugly faces again, Yan Xing still wanted to cut them into pieces with his own hands.
When his mother and grandma were still alive, it was the warmest and happiest moment in his life. After his grandma passed away and Jia Ling became his grandfather's wife, the Yan family also became the Jia Ling family, and from then on, his final journey began.
A dark period of life.
For him, letting him relive those unbearable pasts is also a kind of indignity for him.
He didn't want to see people like Zhao Li, Jia Ling, Guo Furong, Zhao Zongze, and he didn't want to recall those things, but he couldn't make a choice. Even if he closed his eyes, those annoying people and annoying things were still replaying in his mind.
It would be better if those memories only appeared once, but they were repeated over and over again, like a revolving lantern, shown to him.
Every time he relives old events, the hatred in Yan Xing's heart becomes stronger.
The death of his two closest relatives, his mother and grandma, was an indelible pain in his heart. It was the biggest regret in his life that he could not kill the three beasts Jia Ling, Zhao Li, and Zhao Yixiong with his own hands.
If the Zhao father and son and Jia Ling were buried instead of cremated, every time Yan Xing thought of his mother and grandma, he would dig out the bones of those three and throw away the ashes.
Yan Xing's hatred towards Jia Ling and Zhao's father and son has not gone away. Past events reappeared, burning his heart like a fire, and the hatred accumulated.
The accumulated hatred accumulated like a torrent and tsunami, swallowing up the last of his sanity.
The young monk, filled with hatred, had only one voice in his heart: Kill, kill, kill!
When he saw Jia Ling, the enemy who had killed his mother and grandma, Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong appeared in front of him again, Yan Xing, who had only thoughts of murder in his heart, waved the thing in his hand and slashed at Jia Ling.
The young monk was going through a spiritual test, but outsiders had no idea that about seventy feet away, a humanoid beast cultivator stood in front of a gray and simple magic weapon, with one hand pressed on the magic weapon.
He couldn't pull out the magic weapon, and the magic weapon didn't give him any more inspiration.
The humanoid beast cultivator did not want to give up the magic weapon, so he remained in a stalemate. When the young human monk found him nearby, he had already stood in front of the magic weapon for three months.
When the young human monk selected a certain magic weapon, the humanoid beast cultivator glanced at it lightly and then focused on the magic weapon in front of him, trying to grab the magic weapon and pull it out again and again.
One month passed in a flash, and the beast cultivator made no progress. However, in the middle of the night one day, he suddenly sensed a strong murderous intention.
The murderous intention was so strong that it had an impact on himself. The beast cultivator was dissatisfied and searched for the source of the murderous intention. He wanted to see what kind of monk it was, but he also climbed to the Magic Treasure Mountain with emotion.
He looked at the human monk who was dozens of feet away. Astonishingly, the young monk's eyes were red and his whole body was filled with violence. He suddenly pulled out the sword-shaped magic weapon.
The sword emerged from the soil, its purple-red light shining like a star.
The human monk pulled out his magic weapon, his face was ferocious, his eyes were glaring, and he slashed with his sword in the air. After swinging a few swords, a sinister smile appeared on his ferocious face.
"Another crazy one!" A trace of sympathy flashed through the beast cultivator's mind. The human cultivator clearly looked like he had completely lost his mind. It must have been because he was accidentally devoured by the inner demon while undergoing the magic weapon test.
This kind of thing is not surprising.
On the way to the mountain, the beast cultivator once saw a beast cultivator who failed to survive the magic weapon test and died. The man was very miserable. He unknowingly let his body explode and died.
The beast cultivator couldn't even pull out the magic weapon, so it was damaged in the magic weapon mountain. He must have died before leaving the army.
But the human monk finally pulled out the magic weapon, and even if he died because he failed to pass the test, he could still be considered to have gotten his wish and died a worthy death.
The humanoid beast cultivator has reached the Great Perfection of the late Mahayana stage. In order to purify the secret realm of emptiness, he suppressed his cultivation and refused to advance. He stayed in the Mahayana stage for thousands of years, and his will was also polished to be particularly firm.
Seeing the human monk losing his mind, his mentality was still as stable as a mountain of magic treasures. Apart from a trace of sympathy, there was no panic or fear.
The humanoid beast calmly watched the young human monk slashing and slashing with his sword, showing a weird smile from time to time, as if he was crazy.
In the eyes of the beast cultivator, Yan Xing, who is possessed by evil spirits, is immersed in pleasure and grudges and cannot extricate himself.
He slashed Jia Ling to death with his sword, chopped off the head of the old pious woman as a sacrifice to his grandma and mother, and cut the vicious woman's shroud into eight pieces and chopped it into minced meat.
After killing an enemy, Yan Xing was offering sacrifices to his grandma and mother when Zhao Yixiong came.
Zhao Yixiong walked into the door of Yan's house and saw blood on the ground and Jia Ling's dead face. He was so frightened that his voice changed: "Yan Xing, you rebellious son, you... did you kill Jia Ling?"
Yan Xing raised the sword in his hand with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips: "You're better off, it's your turn!"
Zhao Yixiong stepped back in horror: "Yan Xing, what do you want to do? I am your father! I am your biological father. How dare you kill your father?"
"Father, are you worthy? If you dare to poison my mother and grandma to death, I want you to pay with blood!" Yan Xing raised his sword and slashed at his enemies mercilessly.
"Dad, help, dad, help me!" Zhao Yixiong screamed and fell down, crawling towards the door while calling for help.
"Go down and make atonement to my mother!" Yan Xing raised his sword and was about to kill Zhao Yixiong, when suddenly the door was knocked open and Zhao Li rushed in with a panic look on his face.
