Lin Shuhang put away the Hundred Resentments Sword, which had lost its resentment, grabbed a steel gun scattered on the ground, and pointed the triangular spear tip glowing with cold light at the opponent.
This time, it is not only a battle between life and death, but also a confrontation between momentum and aura, arrogance and arrogance!
Seeing Lin Shuhang raising his steel spear, the scholar in white smiled contemptuously and signaled Lin Shuhang to let his horse come over.
Lin Shuhang, who had just entered the age of spiritual energy, naturally did not know martial arts, but he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running away. Watching so many martial arts movies was not in vain. Besides, Lin Shuhang, who had killed so many people, was already crazy, and he was pregnant with a strange treasure and... Who would he be afraid of if he was a magician?
So he didn't wait for the other party to talk nonsense. He shouted loudly, flicked the steel spear and stabbed Junhou.
Lin Shuhang, who could fight ten thousand soul masters for a whole night, was as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. The speed and strength of his attacks were unmatched at ordinary times, so this straight thrust actually produced a roar.
But a master is a master, so how can a prince who can publicly humiliate General Lei Zhen be mediocre and incompetent? Seeing the steel spear stabbing his face, the prince did not hide but smiled, as if he was laughing at the young man's arrogance and ignorance.
"Die!" Lin Shuhang shouted. He thought that this steel gun could directly poke the opponent's head, just like being hit by Barrett's sniper.
But Lin Shuhang did make a miscalculation. Facing this opponent who was different from the past, this time he was completely harmed by his own arrogance and ignorance.
"Interesting!" Facing the steel spear thrust towards him, the Confucian scholar in white smiled contemptuously, then suddenly took action and hit it with a fist.
His fist hit the tip of the gun, and with a "choking" sound, sparks flew everywhere!
The steel gun barrel could not withstand such tyrannical force and broke into several pieces with a "click" sound.
Although the steel spear was damaged, the opponent's terrifying punch force remained undiminished. The next second, his fist landed heavily on Lin Shuhang's ice-armored chest.
The hard ice armor couldn't withstand such terrifying force and shattered into countless ice crystals with a "crash"!
Lin Shuhang was knocked far away by the residual power of the punch, fell heavily to the ground and cracked several thick bluestone slabs.
"You can't kill me!"
Lin Shuhang struggled to get up from the ground. Before he could stand firmly, his legs went weak and Lin Shuhang knelt on the ground.
Looking at Lin Shuhang who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, the white-clothed scholar smiled and said: "I said that you will be injured if you fight with me. What do you think, young man? It's better to admit defeat. It's not too late now."
Lin Shuhang spat out a mouthful of spit mixed with blood and shouted loudly: "Fuck you, uncle! I won't give up until I die! Witch ghost! Give me the Armor Gathering Talisman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow paper talisman appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Lin Shuhang grabbed the Armor-Gathering Talisman and slapped it on his body. The Armor-Gathering Talisman immediately burned.
The snow on the ground quickly rushed towards Lin Shuhang, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a crystal armor of ice on his body.
"Spells? That's all you have?"
The Confucian scholar in white said contemptuously: "To tell you the truth, young man, your armor control skills are of no use to me."
Lin Shuhang with red eyes said: "This is not over yet!"
After looking at the crystal arm armor on his left hand, Lin Shuhang suddenly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, a terrifying scene appeared!
Lin Shuhang's body began to tremble violently for some unknown reason!
As he trembled, Lin Shuhang's eyes suddenly rolled up, as if he was suffering from lamb madness. It was very scary!
"Ouch!" Lin Shuhang clenched his fists, raised his head and screamed, the screams piercing his eardrums.
At the same time, Lin Shuhang's hair began to grow crazily, reaching his waist in the blink of an eye.
His face also underwent an astonishing change at this moment, and for some reason, terrifying black tattoos appeared on his originally smooth face.
That weird black tattoo covered half of Lin Shuhang's face, and it looked indescribably weird!
At this time, the crystal arm armor on Lin Shuhang's hand suddenly radiated with black light, and a large amount of black energy rushed from it, filling Lin Shuhang's entire body in the blink of an eye.
The strange black energy clung to Lin Shuhang's body and surged rapidly, just like the churning dark clouds and the sea. The majestic momentum was very strange and spectacular.
"Come on!" Lin Shuhang, who was suddenly a different person, stood there and said coldly, his black hair, which was more than a foot long, dancing gently with the north wind.
This is the initial form of the Onimusha - the Onimusha comes to the world!
Seeing Lin Shuhang's astonishing change, the scholar in white frowned.
"Don't be too arrogant, kid. Even though you can transform into an Oniwu, I'm not afraid of you. Let's see how I can break the layer of resentment in you!"
The Confucian scholar in white changed his expression. He looked solemn, closed his eyes slightly and began to slowly clench his hands.
At this time, something incredible happened.
I saw a strong wind coming out of nowhere around the opponent. The strong wind quickly surged and rotated with the scholar in white as the center.
The snow on the ground was flying wildly with the strong wind, and the scene was truly shocking.
But in this world, the more beautiful things are, the more deadly they are!
Seeing the strong wind, Lin Shuhang, who had transformed into an oni warrior, suddenly felt a panic for no apparent reason. It was an extremely uneasy palpitation, and the extremely uneasy witch ghost screamed to him:
Run! Run! Run!
But Lin Shuhang did not escape the blow that he was destined to bear. Before Lin Shuhang could react, the scholar in white suddenly opened his eyes, shouted and punched!
"Break it!!!" An invisible punch hit Lin Shuhang with a "whoosh" sound.
Lin Shuhang flew out again, fell to the ground and never stood up again.
This time, the light black resentment attached to Lin Shuhang disappeared without a trace, and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood in pain.
"What will happen if you hold the Soul Sea and the Hundred Resentment Sword? What will happen if you transform into an Oniwu? You are too weak now and cannot exert one thousandth of the true power of the Soul Sea, so give up, young man."
The Confucian scholar in white walked over step by step as he spoke...
In the battle in the square, the soul master suffered over a thousand casualties!
Lin Shuhang was also seriously injured by the white-clothed scholar who suddenly appeared.
That crazy night seems to have ended in a sentence.
But as everyone knows, the end of one story means the beginning of another.
This is like an interlocking iron chain. Only the connection of countless stories can record the evolution of the world, and the process of the evolution of the world is called history.
Thousands of years later, when people were telling stories about Lin Shuhang after dinner, they did not forget that there was a dark period in Lin Shuhang's life in that winter when sorrow condensed into snowflakes.
But people may not know that it was precisely because of those unforgettable dark years that Lin Shuhang achieved unparalleled glory in the future! Because it was a journey of rise full of hardships and twists and turns, and it was also an unforgettable memory of growing up...
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The seriously injured Lin Shuhang was tightly tied to a special car with hundreds of kilograms of heavy iron chains, and was escorted to the Xingyun Palace outside the square by 320 soul masters and 30 extraordinary black-robed swordsmen.
, where many people had already gathered who wanted to kill him immediately.
Xingyun Palace is so big that it gives people the illusion of luxury like a palace.
Before arriving, Xingyun Palace had already assembled two thousand heavily armed soldiers, and not long after, six thousand soul masters also gathered outside the palace.
For a time, the atmosphere reached its most tense state.
In the General's Mansion of Xingyun Palace, General Lei Zhen stood dejectedly beside the white-clothed scholar, with a look of chagrin on his face, not daring to speak.
In fact, they were originally going to embark on the journey today, but due to an accident during the process of refining the soul sea, the army had to stay at this deserted ancient battlefield site.
The Confucian scholar in white who sat on the stone chair did not speak. Although his face was still calm, everyone present could clearly feel the anger coming from the man in white.
The people on the side looked at General Lei Zhen gloatingly.
It should be said that they were very happy, and they thought that if nothing unexpected happened, the king would definitely kill him this time, no matter how many years he had followed his master, or how loyal he was to his master.
General Lei Zhen bit his scarred lip nervously, but unexpectedly, his fear escaped from his nostrils and turned into a heavy gasp.
The solemn atmosphere for a while made people feel depressed and panicked.
"I already know what happened. The soul sea was taken away, and the master is very angry. General Lei Zhen, now can you tell me what to do?"
Junhou tried hard to suppress his anger, but today, his originally magnetic voice began to become hoarse.
General Lei Zhen trembled suddenly, and his sweaty head dropped lower. He knew very well the importance of the crystal arm armor to his master, who spent a lot of effort to forge it.
"The general is incompetent and has failed his master's high hopes..." The general's voice trembled.
Zuo **, who covered his face with a black robe, asked with a sneer: "Why didn't I hear you say that the master had high hopes for you before the accident? It's better now, but instead he acted hypocritically when the accident happened."
General Lei Zhen raised his head and glared at Zuo Zhen, hating him deeply in his heart, but now he had made a mistake, and it was a mistake that even death could not compensate for, so he had no right to be angry with anyone present.
"General Lei Zhen, I ask you, do you know how important the soul sea is to the master?" Junhou asked with a frown.
"The last general knows." General Lei Zhen hurriedly bent his waist, which he had never bent before the emperor.
"Oh? Tell me." Junhou said.
The general gritted his teeth secretly and said: "The Sea of Souls, the Sea of Souls has absorbed three hundred years of resentment in the ancient battlefield site, and the resentment gained during these three hundred years is crucial to the master's great cause!"
The prince suddenly became angry and said angrily to General Lei Zhen: "Humph! So you know this too! To tell you the truth, General, you may still be forgiven for the three hundred years you wasted. After all, our master has almost eternal life.
life, but what about that unique resentment?
You must know that there is only one ancient battlefield site in the world, and it is the only ruin filled with resentment for tens of thousands of years! It can be said that it is a miracle created by history, a rare miracle!"
"General, do you know? Although we are powerful, we are not powerful enough to rewrite history! I ask you, can you find another ancient battlefield site for your master that has never been seen in thousands of years? Can you create another miracle for history?
Really? You really made an irreparable mistake this time!"
At the end of the sentence, the monarch roared angrily, which was enough to show that the general really made a big mistake this time!
The general didn't speak and didn't know how to speak. To be honest, he really couldn't make up for this mistake.
"Your Majesty, I will kill that immortal cultivator immediately, take out the soul sea, and return it to the master." The general tried to change the topic, but unexpectedly, his words immediately attracted angry curses from the people around him.
"Kill him? The soul sea has been refined and he has already recognized his master! What's the use of killing him!"
"Then we can't take it easy on that child! The master spent so much effort on the soul sea, but in the end it was all in vain. I will never give up! I am unwilling to accept that the soul sea that should belong to the master has become someone else's treasure!" The general's eyes suddenly turned red.
Shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Since you know how much effort and energy he has spent on the master of the soul sea, you should have done your duty of guarding the soul sea, but now? Now our master has got nothing!" Junhou, who was dressed in white, suddenly
He slammed the table and roared angrily, which was usually an abnormal phenomenon.
"Your Majesty, I am incompetent, so I can only die to repay my lord's favor!" General Lei Zhen became excited, and as he spoke, he suddenly raised his palm to strike at his own heavenly spirit.
Unexpectedly, before the wind of the palm arrived, a strong force hit the general's hand, directly preventing General Lei Zhen from committing suicide.
The two ladies on the left and right turned their heads in shock and looked at Junhou in surprise. They really didn't expect that Junhou would save a sinner who had ruined his master's important affairs.
"Junhou!" General Lei Zhen looked at Junhou in shock. Even he himself could not imagine that Junhou would save him. Isn't he afraid of being punished by his master?
Junhou suppressed his anger and said: "I don't save you because I don't want you to die. On the contrary, I am the one who wants to kill you the most among all people. It is just the master's intention to save you. Master, he, the old man, misses you for him."
I am so loyal that I don’t want to kill you, otherwise I would have killed you long ago!”
The general stopped talking. He had nothing to say now. Thinking of his master's kindness, General Lei Zhen felt extremely guilty.
"The Sea of Souls has recognized its master, and I'm afraid there will never be a second master in this life." Junhou said regretfully, his hoarse voice full of realistic helplessness and ridicule of fate. He didn't know whether it was because of his regret for his master or for himself.
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There was an eerie silence in the secret room.
After a while, the prince sighed and said, "Let that boy go."
"Let him go!?"
The general and the two lords on the left and right shouted at the same time. No one could have imagined that the usually spiteful monarch would be so kind and compromise so easily.
"This is what the master meant. Before I came here to help you, the master told me that even if the sea of souls was taken away by others, you must know that thousands of resentful souls are imprisoned in one vessel, and its poison, resentment, and object
The person is very rebellious, as long as the person who took away the soul sea is made into a puppet, it can still help the master and him complete his great cause!"
"But...but..." The general hesitated, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"But what! Which of you here has the ability to cancel the 'weapon contract' of the soul sea that has already recognized its owner? [The owner-recognition contract signed between the magic weapon and the object holder]"
“Which of you here has the ability to look for an ancient battlefield site that is unique for thousands of years?
"Which of you here has the strength to directly replace history and create the miracle of time?" Junhou asked angrily.
"Afterwards, I will put a soul mark and seal on that child, and then banish him and let him fend for himself. Ten years later, when he becomes powerful and terrifying, that will be the day when our Lord's great cause begins!" Junhou said.
"But Lord, why don't we imprison that man and feed him his soul every day to make him stronger? Why banish him and let him fend for himself? What if he is killed outside?" Zuo
**asked the question of the right ** and the general.
The prince smiled and asked his right hon.: "I ask you, is the lion that grew up in a cage and was surrounded by comfort all day long more ferocious? Or is it the beast that has been struggling in the forest since childhood and has been the enemy of tigers and wolves all day long that is more terrifying?"
"Of course it's the terrifying beast that struggles in the forest all day long..."
When he said this, his left breast suddenly shook, and he suddenly realized it, and nodded quickly.
Junhou smiled, a harsh evil smile: "If you want to make a person strong, you don't have to give him the best weapons, and you don't have to give him the best luck. You just need to give him a suitable environment and some powerful enemies."
, can make himself scary, just like a soldier who will never know the difference between coldness and cruelty if he does not enter the war..."
After pausing for a moment, the monarch continued: "The outside world is like a dark jungle, extremely dangerous! There are countless hatreds, countless resentments, countless hatreds and countless enemies! Exile our puppet and let him struggle on the edge of life and death all day long!
Let him become terrifying, otherwise he with the soul sea will be just a lion that roars in a cage when he sees people. How can such a lion help our Lord complete his great cause?"
In fact, what Junhou said was right. Many years later, when Lin Shuhang was struggling in the rivers and lakes, covered with bruises and blood, people looked up at him and felt fear deep in their hearts...
"Nima! Let me go! Let me go quickly!"
Lin Shuhang, who was tied to the car with hundreds of kilograms of iron chains, was shivering with cold, and the panic that had not subsided could be seen on his blood-stained face.
"What are you yelling about!" The soul master holding a ghost-headed sword at the side yelled with his eyes wide open.
Probably because he didn't like Lin Shuhang, the soul master shook the ghost-headed sword in his arms and slapped Lin Shuhang.
This slap hurt a bit, and Lin Shuhang became angry, grinning and yelling: "How can you be so cruel, uncle? If you have the ability, let me go, I can't beat you to death!"
"Malegh! Why didn't I kill you with a flying sword last night? Damn it!"
"Believe it or not, I will chop you?" The soul master was angry, and he raised his three-foot-long ghost-headed sword and insisted on chopping Lin Shuhang.
The heavy ghost-headed sword split the air and slashed at Lin Shuhang's wrist with a heavy whistling sound.
Seeing that he was about to be cut off by the cold and sharp ghost-headed sword, Lin Shuhang's face turned pale, and despair suddenly filled his heart!
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of "choking~", and the ghost-headed sword, which was as thick as a finger, was suddenly broken into two pieces by Venus Burst.