Chapter 318 Revenge
As soon as Sheng Sheng entered the room, she heard the cold and ruthless words of the Wuqing Patriarch. He was simply playing tricks on Wen Rugu.
The great man in the Crossing Tribulation Stage was not in a hurry to kill the cultivator who had just entered the Spiritual Severing Stage. He gave him opportunities to attack again and again, but it was useless. Instead, Wen Rugu had more wounds on his body.
Sheng Sheng was almost furious at this scene. Her senior brother was so kind and gentle, how could he dare to step on any garbage?
Almost without hesitation, she quickly picked up the Pen of Destiny and wrote on the book, directly suppressing the cultivation of the Wuqing Patriarch.
Originally, she wanted to kill him directly, but she thought that this person was the enemy of her senior brother. According to the character of her senior brother, he must want to kill his enemy himself.
In addition, Shengsheng's power was not as strong as the storyteller's, and the writing brush in his hand was a fake, not so easy to use, and even the number of times was limited, so he had to use it according to the situation.
"Who are you?"
The ruthless ancestor glanced at Shengsheng who had forced his way in. The barrier cut off the outside world, and his attention was on Wen Rugu, and he didn't take the two young monks in the Jindan stage seriously.
So when Shengsheng broke in and cursed, the ruthless ancestor paused for a moment, but still attacked Wen Rugu. No one could stop him from wanting to kill Wen Rugu!
But Shengsheng wrote too quickly, and as soon as the ruthless ancestor made a move, he immediately found that the power in his body dropped rapidly, and it actually dropped to the distraction stage at this moment.
Wen Rugu reacted quickly, and the injuries on his body did not prevent him from quickly drawing his sword to block the opponent's sword. Moreover, due to the great decline in the opponent's cultivation, it was particularly easy for him to block it, which surprised him.
"You actually have that person's thing in your hand!"
The eyes of the Wuqing Patriarch had already fallen on the writing brush in Shengsheng's hand. It was like flawless white jade, implying the aura of destiny. Just by seeing this, the Wuqing Patriarch could feel that all his strong power was completely suppressed.
However, he was worthy of being Bai Wuchen's master. He immediately dispersed his spiritual power and directly sacrificed the magic weapon to block the aura of destiny. His figure quickly went towards Guan Shengsheng, with no expression on his cold face. The Wuqing Sword also turned into a black strange long sword filled with demonic energy.
"It's really hard to deal with!"
As expected of an old immortal!
Sheng Sheng was secretly shocked. This guy was not just a Wuqing Dao cultivator, but also practiced other things behind the scenes. In this case, unless the storyteller was here and killed him in one stroke, it would not be so easy to kill the Wuqing ancestor.
This guy was really too insidious and cunning!
However, before the ruthless ancestor could get close to Shengsheng, Wen Rugu rushed over quickly. The black and gold sect uniform was splashed with bright red blood, and the cold Hanxue knife was mixed with murderous intent. He hit the ruthless ancestor from the side. The knife and sword collided violently and flew towards the barrier with a bang. The
sharp impact brought up flames, and double cold spiritual energy burst out. A blue spiritual light and the dark cold light blended, and violent fluctuations were produced. The temperature in the whole barrier dropped sharply, freezing people's bones stiff.
The ruthless ancestor chopped Wen Rugu off with a sword, his voice was cold: "You don't think that I am not your opponent because my cultivation is suppressed, right?"
Wen Rugu turned over to stabilize his body, with the cold snow knife propped on the ground, his pale face without any expression, he stretched out his hand to signal Shengsheng not to approach, just stand aside and watch.
"That's not necessarily true." Wen Rugu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, a touch of red smudged, his face was like a demon, stained with extreme madness and excitement.
He can definitely kill the ruthless ancestor!
Shengsheng came at the right time!
Wen Rugu is not a real gentleman, he doesn't think he has to reach the tribulation stage to take revenge directly.
As long as he is given a chance, he will chop off Wen Wuqing piece by piece and let him die without a burial place. Only in this way can he avenge the hatred of the Wen family and relieve his hatred for so many years!
The enemy is right in front of you, what morality are you still talking about?
Be a "villain" and kill him, this is the right way to do it!
And just after that blow, a scar suddenly appeared on the face of the Wuqing ancestor. He noticed the red dripping down with his peripheral vision, but he was still not moved at all.
It was as if he had completely lost all his emotions and would never be moved by anything again, which made Wen Rugu feel disgusted.
On that cold and snowy night, Wen Wuqing also returned to the Wen family with a blank expression. All the clansmen were eager to welcome the ancestor back, and even proudly told the younger generation about the ancestor's various glorious achievements!
The young Wen Rugu was also among them. He was the eldest son and inherited the talent of his ancestors. His parents had said a long time ago that they would send him to the Sword Sect to become a disciple of the ancestors. This made Wen Rugu's heart full of expectations.
No one would not admire the strong, especially when that strong man was his ancestor. It was hard not to feel honored in his heart, almost full of admiration, and his admiration was almost beyond words.
Wen Rugu was looking forward to seeing the ancestors and wanted to get their praise.
However, unfortunately, that night, he did not welcome their ancestors, but a cold-blooded killer. All the Wen family members had nowhere to escape, nowhere to escape!
His father asked the ancestors with hatred why he did this, but the result was only a casual remark from the ruthless ancestor: You are all just the cornerstones on my road to enlightenment.
Why did he get married? To prove his truth by killing his
wife. Why did he want to reproduce? Bloodline could be the foundation of his path.
Why did he kill now? Because after a long time, he finally developed some feelings for her.
He had to cultivate her well before he could start.
The more painful it was in his heart, the more solid his ruthless path became after the killing.
The Wen family, which used to be amiable, was completely stained with blood that night. The ground was covered with bloodstains and corpses. The miserable wails echoed throughout the night. The wind and snow covered all the bloodstains.
Wen Rugu tried desperately to protect his younger brothers and sisters, but he only saw them die one after another, just because he was the eldest son and was very similar to the ancestor. Not only was he talented, but his temperament was also very similar to the former ancestor.
Killing Wen Rugu is like killing his former self, so Wen Wuqing deliberately left him for last to sacrifice his sword.
It was this thought that the sword fairy Zhaoran who happened to pass by saved Wen Rugu, who was left with only crazy hatred.
All the tribesmen were slaughtered overnight by the people he once admired. How could he not hate? How could he not go crazy?
He had no choice of path. This has become a demon in his heart that he will never forget, haunting him forever, and the only thing that can save him is revenge.
Wen Rugu almost went crazy several times, but each time he was pulled back by Nanbei Yi and stared at by Zhao Ranmeng.
He was reminded that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later become the second Wen Wuqing. He
was obsessed with it, and could only become crazy.
Perhaps it was because the words were too hateful and insulting, the young Wen Rugu had a hard time cheering up and adjusting the hatred in his heart. Fortunately, Zhao Ranmeng brought back a baby not long after.
That was Guan Shengsheng.