The Last Man
Yes, why did the Blood Seal appear thousands of years ago and was not obtained by Jiang Weiji until three hundred years ago? Why has no one ever obtained the Blood Seal?
Jiang Jingyuan lowered his eyes and thought.
Also, as Xu Qinglin said, the masters of the East and West Pavilions of Beigui Shuangque, the master of Tianlu Pavilion, and even more people who may be well-known or may be unknown... Could it be that with so many people, they are no match for Jiang Weiji?
Jiang Jingyuan looked at the scene at the bottom of the cliff. There was dust and dust at the bottom of the cliff, and there was constant sound of thunder and lightning. However, Jiang Weiji was just dealing with the few parties in the past three hundred years, and he felt a little pressured.
"Even with the Blood Seal, it's still far from enough." Jiang Jingyuan thought, "Even if Jiang Weiji used the Blood Seal, he wouldn't be able to directly crush these people, not to mention the people like the East and West Lords of the Beigui Shuangque who have lived for who knows how many years."
Everyone only said that Emperor Huan of Yuan State obtained the Blood Seal, and that Emperor Huan of Yuan State, Jiang Weiji, was the first holder of the Blood Seal. However, no one had ever heard of how Jiang Weiji fought his way through the encirclement and obtained the Blood Seal...
Jiang Jingyuan also thought that it was enough to know that the blood seal was obtained by Jiang Weiji, and never thought about this point.
Everyone says so, just as everyone says, hear rumors and believe them, not many people will seriously study things that happened within a few months or a year, let alone things that happened a hundred years ago?
Thinking of this, Jiang Jingyuan subconsciously turned his eyes, his dazed and thoughtful gaze slowed down, and he searched for the familiar figure among the flying sand and rocks at the bottom of the cliff.
——Jiang Weiji is just like this, she can ask.
At the bottom of the cliff, the wind was blowing hard, sand, lime and soil were rising and falling, pieces of cold light were flying, clang clang - the swords and sabers were clashing, and the drums of flesh and blood were beating.
Figures shifted, gathering and dispersing at random. Everyone was running, swords and knives whirling through the air, sending clouds of crimson flying. His gaze followed the figures, quickening, quickening, searching back and forth, but he could only catch fragments of different clothing, not that familiar face.
Everyone was running, leaving behind shadows, but in the center of the altar, a purple-red round pill was quietly floating.
Everyone wants to step onto the altar to snatch it, but no one can step onto the ancient altar.
They want to fight and grab, but they also have to be on guard against others fighting. In the end, they fight just to prevent others from getting what they want.
The blood-red aura permeated his vision, thickening and thinning, thinning and thickening again. Occasionally, the cold gleam of a sword would suddenly stir up the wind and rain, piercing through the bloody atmosphere and attacking. Jiang Weiji's eyes narrowed unconsciously, his face becoming inappropriately dazed.
"Boom!!!" Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the darkness suddenly lit up with white light for a moment. "Whoa——" A violent storm suddenly poured down and swept over.
In the dark night of the abyss, the wind and thunder roared, and the cold and heavy rain hit everyone's body and chilled them to the bone.
Jiang Weiji, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old, was covered in a large black cloak. He was bent over, almost curled up in pain. He tried his best to hold the brocade box tightly in his arms with both hands.
He huddled in his cloak, running wildly in the dark and rainy night.
Whoosh—the wind and rain suddenly lifted the wide hood of his cloak, revealing a pale face. The rain was beating against him and the wind was cutting like a knife.
"There he is! Chase him! Chase him!"
“Kill him! Kill him!!”
"Jiang Weiji——"
"The Blood Seal was taken away by him! The Blood Seal!!"
Countless roars, curses and sounds of breaking through the air from behind were like thunder, rumbling and booming, chasing closely.
He seemed like a person standing in front of a tsunami, stumbling and falling away in the shaking earth, not daring to stop. Behind him was a huge wave that blocked out the sky and seemed to be about to crash to the ground and drown him in the next moment!
Jiang Weiji was disheveled and bloodstained like a madman, not much better than a beggar. He was caught in the wind and rain, shivering with cold.
His face was pale, his pair of dark eyes were blank and straight, he could no longer tell whether his mind was blank or confused, he could only instinctively protect the exquisite brocade box in his arms and run forward, deep into the night!
It was cold, very cold, so cold that he almost lost all perception of the outside world and himself.
Only, only, the exquisite patterns on the brocade box were deeply imprinted on his fingertips, and the corners of the brocade box, which exuded sandalwood and fishy smell, scratched his palms and left bloody marks - telling him to be sober, extremely sober, and not to be confused.
Ha, ha... ha! Jiang Weiji faced the wind and rain, a crazy smile suddenly appeared on his pale face.
Ha, ha, hahahahahahahaha - the crazy laughter could not be uttered, the tears falling from the eyes which were filled with pain, despair and the desire to survive melted into the rain. It was ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, even the tears could only be drowned by the rain.
He couldn't say he cried, he couldn't say he had ever shed tears. The blood seal was in his arms, he held the blood seal in his hand, and he was the only one who had held the blood seal tightly in the past hundred years. How could he have been cowardly and cried?
He should laugh, laugh wildly and crazily, laughing at how all the people in this world can’t compare to me!!!
Only in this way can we live up to the fantasies and aspirations of the world.
Ha, ha, hahahahaha——!
A flash of silver light from thunder briefly illuminated the kneeling figure in front, and illuminated countless figures rising and falling in the distance. Jiang Weiji fell to the ground, his pupils trembling, and his whole body shaking.
He uttered a trembling voice with great pain and difficulty, "No, it's..."
"Jiang Weiji?"
"Jiang Weiji."
The man kneeling in front of him was covered in blood, breathing gently. He looked at him and asked, a hint of a smile on his face, and called him with a firm and resolute tone.
The man took out a bright blood-colored object from his arms with trembling hands, as if carefully, but also with difficulty and pain.
Jiang Weiji was frightened and suddenly astonished, and opened his eyes wide.
In the field of vision, the person in front of him gritted his teeth and put the blood-colored streak steadily into the exquisite brocade box. In the distance, high up on the altar, among the intertwined chains, the ancient blood-colored streak that had stood still for a hundred years disappeared at some point.
“This, this is…”
Jiang Weiji suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at the face of the person in front of him in fear.
"This is yours, Jiang Weiji." The man in front of him smiled and handed the brocade box to him, saying, "The blood seal is given to you and to the Jiang family of Yuan State. Hold on to it."
Jiang Weiji instantly dodged the hand in fear and screamed: "I, I don't..."
want……
"Hold it." The man in front of him suddenly looked calm and said in a calm tone, "Look at the people around you. One after another, they have endured countless hardships to survive until now, just for you to obtain the Blood Seal. Are you going to let so many of us down?"
Jiang Weiji fell silent, his face filled with fear, his body still trembling slightly. After a long pause, he said painfully, "You can also take the blood seal and go together..."
"You must always remember the mission you came here for."
The person in front of him lowered his voice and did not answer. He only whispered softly, as if giving instructions or explaining:
"According to the Jiang family's deduction, the Blood Seal is yours. This is the best outcome we have planned. We have been planning and waiting for this day for a thousand years. You must take the Blood Seal and don't let us and the Jiang family down."
Jiang Weiji's eyes trembled, and he only said: "Why, why can't you go together? You can also survive. Can you survive..."
Almost begging.
The person in front smiled softly, took his hand, and forcefully placed the brocade box in his hand. He closed his fingers one by one to grasp the box, and said only, "Next, it's your task."
"Run away." He suddenly pulled Jiang Weiji up and laughed, "As long as we escape from here, the living and dead of the Yuan Kingdom Jiang family will protect you!"
The moment he finished speaking, he pushed Jiang Weiji's shoulder hard with his backhand, causing him to stagger two steps away.
Jiang Weiji clutched the brocade box with tears streaming down her face, subconsciously wanting to turn back and fall.
"Keep running, keep running with all your might, don't stop." A cold voice sounded behind him.
Jiang Weiji's body trembled violently. He suddenly raised his hand to pull down the hood of his cloak to cover his face. He tightly grasped the exquisite brocade box filled with blood in his arms, and ran away into the distance without looking back in the dark night and firelight.
"Remember your mission!"
"Run away!"
"Don't stop—"
Familiar male and female voices overlapped, producing a familiar yet unfamiliar majestic roar, followed by laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
“Hahahahahahaha!!!”
"My Jiang Yuan Nation is determined to——revive from the dead!!!"
Earth-shaking.
The earth was shaking, lightning was flashing, thunder was roaring, fire was blazing in the sky, and arrows were raining down from the sky. Eighteen or nineteen-year-old Jiang Weiji was running unsteadily, as if he was in the vast ocean, dazed, confused and forgetful.
"Jiang Weiji!"
The orange-red flames filled the field of vision, and in front, tall and straight pine-like figures stood holding lanterns.
Jiang Weiji suddenly came back to his senses, and tears welled up in his eyes again.
"call out--"
The arrow suddenly tore through the night sky, flashing a cold silver light, and went straight towards his back!
A chill instantly ran up his spine, and Jiang Weiji's pupils shrank, but he closed his eyes tightly and bent down in the blink of an eye. Without looking back, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the blood seal tightly, and buried his head forward.
"Bang!"
The arrow was suddenly knocked away by an invisible force.
One figure after another walked forward, looked at him calmly but unable to hide their excitement, then suppressed their emotions, stood behind him, and stared coldly into the darkness.
“Ahem…”
Amidst the flying sand and rocks on the cliff, Jiang Weiji's face twisted in pain. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed softly, and blood instantly flowed out from between his fingers.
"I see."
"A spent force, a bluff."
Cold and low voices echoed from all directions.
"Bang!!"
Jiang Weiji slammed into the rock, unable to control himself any longer, his body arched forward, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood and minced meat.
On the scorched earth of the fairy mountain, bubbles were boiling in the simply set-up boiler.
Jiang Weiji held the bowl with chopsticks, turning his head to the side to cough up blood and minced meat, and then turning back to eat when he had time.
He couldn't help but frown as he coughed, saying with disgust:
“It’s so disgusting…”
"Why isn't it okay...why isn't it okay yet..."
He bent over in pain, coughing up blood, and slowly walked onto the gray and black dilapidated ghost ship while complaining softly.
"Swish--" Blood-red chains came from the void and instantly wrapped around and bound him.
Jiang Weiji coughed twice again, then slowly straightened up. The blood-red chains instantly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiang Weiji leaned on the side of the boat, looking at the vast ocean, lost in thought.
At the bottom of the cliff, between the rocks.
Jiang Weiji didn't rush to get up. He coughed up blood gently, and the "mountain building" around him was floating and rotating.
There was a loud sound of breaking air, and countless figures suddenly surrounded him. However, he still leaned quietly among the grass and rocks, slowly raised his head and eyes, looked up, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Changsheng, are you really not going to help me?"
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