Zhen Xing committed too many heinous acts, and the wordless book granted him eternal life.

What appears to be a reward, as Zhen Xing has always desired immortality, is in reality a punishment.

Zhen Xing's body is now extremely old and riddled with illnesses. He is barely clinging to life and is almost on the verge of death. Moreover, his body has been cursed by the Wordless Heavenly Book, making it impossible for him to cultivate.

From now on, he will have to live with this ailing body.

You can't live if you want to, and you can't die if you want to.

The moment the wordless book entered his body, a continuous stream of spiritual energy flowed into Zhang Fan's body.

These spiritual energies were all absorbed by Zhen Xing before, but after being infused with the essence of the Wordless Heavenly Book, they lost their evil nature.

Zhang Fan felt that the wordless book was too merciful.

He slowly stood up and concentrated his spiritual energy into his fist.

He pounded down with punch after punch.

Zhen Xing's head was shattered into pieces, blood splattering everywhere, but he was not dead yet.

He was hammered into the mud, and he could clearly smell the rusty smell of the soil.

Then all that remained in my vision was darkness; I couldn't see anything.

I could clearly hear the sound of a fist hitting flesh and bones breaking.

At the same time, you can hear the sound of the bones automatically setting.

Zhen Xing was tormented by this sound, feeling both pained and relieved.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Fan seemed to have grown tired.

Zhen Xing turned his eyes and looked up, seeing a small, human-shaped hole in the ground. He estimated that he was about 20 meters above the ground.

Zhang Fan is really ruthless; he actually hit him so hard.

However, Zhang Fan couldn't kill him either.

Zhen Xing laughed arrogantly: "Zhang Fan, you can't kill me at all, hahaha..."

Zhang Fan stood above the human-shaped opening, his gaze icy, as if he were looking at a dead man.

His voice was equally cold, like a thousand-year-old icy pool: "You're foolish; you've been sold out without even realizing it."

Zhen Xing scoffed, dismissively saying, "How could I, with my exceptional intelligence, be betrayed?"

Zhang Fan: "You've already been possessed by Hung Hing."

Zhen Xing's expression changed drastically: "You... what do you mean?"

Zhang Fan ignored him and threw something down. Zhen Xing strained his eyes to look and suddenly realized that what Zhang Fan had thrown down was the disciple whose spiritual energy he had previously drained.

The man died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

Those hateful eyes met Zhen Xing's eyes.

Although Zhen Xing was not afraid of these things, the other party's eyes were fixed on him, and Zhen Xing couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan threw down a few more bodies.

Zhen Xing couldn't see what they looked like, but even so, he felt extremely terrified.

Fear stems from the unknown. Because Zhen Xing cannot see it, he is completely unaware of everything, like a plague spreading in his heart.

Zhen Xing shouted, "Zhang Fan, you little thief, if you've got the guts, let me out and we'll fight one-on-one!"

Zhang Fan ignored it completely, picked up a large rock and used it as a cover to seal the entrance of the cave tightly.

When the last bit of light disappeared, Zhen Xing trembled with fear.

He desperately wanted to escape, but Zhang Fan held them down tightly, and he couldn't move at all.

Most importantly, there was no air below, and he quickly suffocated to death.

But the wordless book granted him endless life.

So he will wake up immediately.

After waking up, he immediately suffocated due to lack of oxygen and died.

It's stuck in a vicious cycle.

In his final moments, Zhen Xing kept thinking about Zhang Fan's words.

What does it mean that he was scammed?

In that instant, he suddenly understood what Zhang Fan meant.

He was probably tricked by Hung Hing.

He was indeed deceived by Hung Hing.

The candle Hung Hing gave him was a sorcery candle made from human fat.

The person who sets the fire voluntarily sacrifices their soul and becomes bound to another person.

After Zhen Xing lights the candle and falls asleep, Hong Xing would come to his room to chant incantations to confirm that he was the one bound to the candle.

Seven days later, his soul attached itself to Zhen Xing's body, believing that this would grant him immortality.

Therefore, Zhen Xing's later behavior is very similar to that of Hong Xing because their souls are in one person.

However, Hung Hing was very well hidden, so Yen Hing never discovered it.

Zhen Xing then realized that he had been used and that he had actually killed his beloved master and fellow disciples with his own hands.

Suddenly, a seed of regret was planted in Zhen Xing's heart...

Zhang Fan then carried several large stones and covered Zhen Xing completely.

He clapped his hands, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Zhang Fan!" Chi Fei's panicked voice rang out.

Zhang Fan looked back and saw that one of the four protectors was still alive, the one with the darkest face, and he was trying to escape.

After Chi Fei discovered this, she immediately told Zhang Fan.

Fearing exposure, the black-faced protector took out his weapon and tried to kill Chi Fei.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, gathered spiritual energy in his palm, drew a talisman in the air, and pushed it out suddenly, sending the talisman flying towards the dark-faced man.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered, and purple lightning surged within them, striking the dark-faced man with pinpoint accuracy.

The dark-faced man was struck by purple lightning, and his whole body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

With a "bang!", the dark-faced man fell to the ground.

He only had one breath left, and when he was struck by lightning, he lost his last breath.

Chi Fei breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a big smile.

"Great, it's all over."

Her smile didn't last long before her expression suddenly changed drastically.

Clear eyes reflected Zhang Fan's figure, and behind Zhang Fan, a cloud of black mist appeared.

The black fog was very large, like a small mountain, like a cloud of fog, but black.

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