Chapter 73 Embers, Fire
Bang! Chen Zhixing tilted his head slightly, and the pale hand with sharp black nails immediately brushed past his cheek.
Immediately, Chen Zhixing snapped his fingers, and the pale hand instantly shattered, turning into countless white mists and dissipating into the sky and earth.
"The Spider Web guy? Sure enough, he noticed me."
A gloomy and uncertain look flashed across Chen Zhixing's eyes as he looked at the spider-faced, black-robed man standing in the fog.
"In that case."
BANG!!! "Then... just kill them all!!"
The divine light in Chen Zhixing's eyes suddenly surged, and he stomped his foot heavily, and the whole person suddenly rushed towards the spider-faced black-robed man like a cannonball.
"Hehe, you do have some tricks up your sleeve to dodge my misty hand, huh???"
The spider-faced man in black robe was originally standing with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly, but when he saw Chen Zhixing raise his fist and even the void began to collapse silently, his face suddenly changed, and the indifference in his eyes instantly turned into horror.
"Fuck you! Didn't they say Chen Zhixing is weak?"
The man in black robe with spider face screamed in fear, then turned and ran away.
boom!!
After a loud thud, everything came to an abrupt stop.
In a thick fog, Chen Zhixing was holding a man in a black robe with a spider face that looked like mud in one hand, his brows knitted together.
"With such a weak strength, you come here to kill me."
"Are you teasing me?"
Chen Zhixing's face was gloomy as he slowly lifted up the man in black robe with a spider face.
He originally thought that this person had an unfathomable look on his face and that some extremely powerful person had come, which made him feel a little nervous.
I didn't expect this person was just a pretender.
As a result, if he hadn't stopped at the end and released most of the strength, this person would have been beaten into pieces by this punch.
I saw that the mask on this person's face had been broken, revealing a long face with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks.
He looked to be around 30 or 40 years old, and his cultivation was at most at the peak of the Ming Dynasty. At this moment, his legs were trembling and he looked at Chen Zhixing with fear on his face.
A series of water stains were dripping from the man's crotch.
Bang! Chen Zhixing slapped the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man in the face.
"Next, I'll ask you questions and you answer them. Understand?" Chen Zhixing said without interest.
"Then you, you, you. After I finish speaking, if you can let me go, I will tell you." The man with a pointed chin and monkey face shrank his head, rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice.
Chen Zhixing frowned, a hint of impatience flashed across his face. He was about to stop talking nonsense with him, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and nodded, "Okay, I promise you. I, Chen Zhixing, always keep my word."
Hearing this, the man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "Then ask."
"Who are you? Where did you get this outfit? Who asked you to kill me?" Chen Zhixing thought for a moment and said, "Tell me in detail."
This person was definitely not the group of black-robed men who ambushed the Ziwei Chen family in southern Xinjiang that day. Although they were dressed the same, their methods and aura of cultivation were completely different.
That group of people was strange and mysterious, and their behavior was ruthless. Even the lowest-level cultivator was at the peak of the divine realm.
And the most important thing is that those people not only do not resist death, but have a strong sense of belonging to death.
Apart from that, all the people in that group had one common feature on their faces.
There were traces of stitches on the faces of those people, just like a broken ceramic doll that was glued together again.
But this person does not possess any of the characteristics of that group of people.
I'm afraid there's something fishy going on here.
"My name is Han Zong. I was originally a casual cultivator in Youzhou. But last year, I was absorbed into the Spider Web's peripheral organization by the Spider Web's people. They don't need me to do anything. They just want me to stay in Youzhou and listen to their orders whenever they ask me to."
"As a benefit, they are willing to give me a Yuanling Pill."
"When I thought about this good thing, I immediately agreed."
"In this year, they never came to me. Until today, they suddenly came to me, gave me this set of clothes, and asked me to wait for you on this official road and kill you."
"After the matter is accomplished, they are willing to help me break through to the Divine Wandering Realm."
Han Zong finished speaking quickly, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"No more?" Chen Zhixing frowned.
Han Zong's eyelids jumped when he saw this, and he quickly said, "It's really gone, but sir, I have a few guesses of my own, and I don't know if they are correct."
"Guess? You say." Chen Zhixing nodded.
Han Zong took a deep breath, then hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, I have come into contact with people from the Spider Web before. I found that the group of people who recruited me to the outer periphery of the Spider Web last year were not originally from the Spider Web at all! I vaguely heard their conversation, and they seemed to call their organization something... Embers! Yes, Embers!"
"But I didn't really care who they were at the time. After all, the Yuanling Pill they gave me was a good thing, so I didn't pay too much attention to it."
When Chen Zhixing heard this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Yes!
If the group of black-robed men in southern Xinjiang were not the spider web, then everything would make sense!
Because he clearly remembered that in the game "Great Cultivation" in his previous life, Spider Web was just an extraordinary assassin organization.
"That is to say, the Spider Web may have been wiped out by the group of mysterious black-robed people a long time ago, and it is only in name only. And the group of mysterious black-robed people are just using the Spider Web's reputation to walk around in the cultivation world?"
Chen Zhixing pondered for a moment.
ember?
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This name seems to have some connection with the fire mentioned by that group of people.
After a moment.
"Anything else?" Chen Zhixing collected his thoughts and asked calmly.
"This... Hey, sir, why are you raising your hand? Yes, yes, yes!"
When Han Zong saw Chen Zhixing raising his hand, he was startled and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice:
"I have a friend who was also recruited into this Spider Web peripheral organization. He told me that I'm not the only one assigned to kill you this time. They also received the mission, but they were just on different official roads."
At this point, Han Zong was afraid that Chen Zhixing would ask more questions, so he said with a bitter face: "Sir, it's gone now, really all gone, don't ask anymore."
"Okay." Chen Zhixing nodded, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he heard this.
According to this statement, the group of mysterious men in black robes do not have the magical powers to know his movements at all times.
The situation that Chen Zhixing was most worried about has not happened yet.
"He must have seen You Lao, who was alone with Ruan Nanzhu, taking a flying boat back to the Chen family. So he was sure that I would continue to stay in Youzhou, so he cast a wide net to catch more fish and tried to kill me on every official road?"
Chen Zhixing guessed silently in his heart.
"But no matter what, one thing that is certain is that I have been completely targeted by the organization called Embers."
Thinking of this, a gloom appeared in Chen Zhixing's eyes.
He has too many secrets, and if any of these secrets were to be leaked, it would very likely bring him and the Ziwei Chen family into devastating trouble!
At this moment, an unprecedented sense of threat and urgency, like an invisible hand, was slowly grasping his heart.
"Sir, can you let me go now?" Han Zong asked cautiously.
"Of course I can. I always keep my word."
Chen Zhixing collected his thoughts and smiled at Han Zong, which immediately made Han Zong feel warm in his heart.
Just as Han Zong was about to bow and leave.
"Ah! What happened? My hands suddenly stopped responding to my commands!"
Bang!!! Looking at Han Zong who was slapped into a bloody mist, Chen Zhixing said apologetically: "I'm sorry, my brain wants to let you go, but my hands don't want to."
Immediately, Chen Zhixing took a deep breath and looked towards the direction of Tianchuan Mountain.
No matter what.
In this world, if you want to protect yourself, you have to improve your strength! Just get stronger, and stronger! When you become strong enough, all ill intentions will be broken!
"Hurry up and condense the second avenue seed!"
A glimmer of enlightenment flashed across Chen Zhixing's eyes, and then he took out a white cross mask from his chest and put it on his face.
The next moment.
Chen Zhixing took a step forward.
Then One step faster than the other, one step faster than the other! Boom!!
After three breaths, Chen Zhixing had turned into a horizontal thunder between heaven and earth! (End of this chapter)