Chapter 340 The protagonist's background
Xiao Chujing took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His chest heaved violently and his head ached as if being pierced by ten thousand steel needles. It was like waking up from an endlessly recurring nightmare.
He was leaning against a blank tombstone over ten meters high. The surface of the tombstone was covered with unevenly sized "one" characters, with a horizontal line drawn for each death. He didn't need to count to know that there were a total of 1,182 marks carved on it.
He moved his aching body slightly, and as he moved, a corpse beside him fell onto his shoulder. It was another "Xiao Chujing", whose throat was cut by a knife, his robes were torn, and his blue clothes were stained black with blood. His death was horrible and tragic.
Xiao Chujing pushed the corpse away indifferently, pulled out the Emperor Sword from the corpse's hand, used the sword to support his body, and stood up shakily. His arms felt weak due to muscle twitching from long-term fighting.
He walked out from behind the tombstone.
After reaching the last level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, everyone was scattered and thrown into another dimension.
This place is like an isolated planet, with layers of corpses covering the ground. It seems that the dead bodies of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of years ago were piled up under our feet, becoming the earth's crust, rotting into coal layers, and leaving bones for thousands of miles.
A blood-red sun and a dark moon hung in the sky at the same time, their surfaces covered with dense pupils, which looked down and stared at him.
Xiao Chujing walked among the bones and saw his "corpses" along the way, scattered on the ground due to various ways of death.
His vision was shaking, and the scenery before him was only black, white and red. The scenery was not solid, but a bunch of lines and blocks of color. They were twisting and jumping, laughing crazily.
He shook his head vigorously, biting his tongue, the rusty taste of blood filling his lips and teeth, and tried his best to keep his mind clear.
He looked forward and saw a hill made of corpses at the end. In the middle of the hill was a bronze door. By passing through the bronze door, he could pass the level.
A charming woman stood on the hill. She was covered with black clothes and a black veil on her head, dressed as a widow, but she was also wearing makeup and rouge.
Next to her was an upright coffin, which was open. Inside stood a male corpse with his eyes closed. He was wearing a feather fan and a silk scarf, and his lips were painted white, pink and red, looking very strange.
Xiao Chujing stared at them, dragging his feet step by step, moving towards the bronze door.
"Haha, the little bug is resurrected again."
The beautiful woman sighed with a smile, and her ten slender jade fingers extended several puppet strings downwards. At the end of the strings, hung the body of another "Xiao Chujing".
"Xiao Chujing", who was being manipulated like a puppet, lowered his head and raised his shoulders. She moved her fingers, and "Xiao Chujing" moved his limbs according to her wishes.
As soon as she thought about it, several white bones flew up and attacked the puppet "Xiao Chujing" that she was controlling.
In contrast, Xiao Chujing on the ground was also attacked by countless white bones as sharp as arrows. He gritted his teeth, held his sword to fight back, and dodged.
His fate was controlled by the beautiful woman. Every move he made felt as if his body and limbs were filled with lead. The slightest resistance would make him breathless and sweat profusely.
The beautiful woman admired his desperate struggle and said with a sweet smile, "One move, two moves... Not bad! Compared to the first hundred times, where you died every breath, you've made great progress."
She said it easily, but she was becoming more and more wary in her heart.
Xiao Chujing is too difficult to kill.
No matter how difficult a person is, no matter how strong his mind is, if he is killed hundreds of times, his spiritual heart will collapse, he will lose his independent consciousness, and become the soil of a field of bones.
But Xiao Chujing was different. After dying painfully a thousand times, he was still resurrected again and again. Not only was his will destroyed, but his obsession deepened. Each time he would summarize the previous experience and become stronger than the previous time.
The distance between him and the bronze door was constantly shortening, and the road behind him was covered with his blood and corpses.
Looking at the man's iron-like eyes, the beautiful woman felt a rare surge of irritation, knowing he was just a weak ant. "It's useless to struggle any further. You're a useless Foundation Establishment cultivator. You can never beat me, a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
She pulled the control line straight, and the puppet's limbs stretched straight. Xiao Chujing was frozen in place, unable to move despite swinging his sword. A bone pierced through his back and pierced his heart.
"Cough..." Xiao Chujing frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His pupils dilated and the scenery before his eyes began to fall apart again. After experiencing countless deaths, the pain would blur his memory, and he gradually even forgot his own name.
Why are you here? What are you doing? For whom?
In the severe pain, my head turned white.
The beautiful woman snorted coldly. She jumped off the pile of corpses, hung the puppet on top of the bronze door, and walked towards Xiao Chujing with great grace. The coffin containing the male corpse floated in the air and moved behind her.
She stopped in front of Xiao Chujing.
Xiao Chujing used his long sword to support himself on the ground to steady his shaky body, with blood oozing from his lips.
The beautiful woman saw his lips opening and closing, and as he lay dying, he seemed to be repeating something in a low voice.
"What did you say?"
The bright red nails curled up, and a skeleton hand broke out of the ground, pinching his chin and lifting it up.
Xiao Chujing's handsome eyes could hardly open. The beautiful woman curiously amplified his voice and heard him mutter, "Junior Sister..."
Repeating it over and over again is to never forget it.
"I must bring my junior sister..."
"……go home……"
"Junior Sister..."
The skeleton hand patted his cheek, and the beautiful woman sneered: "The young man is actually a lovesick person."
She finally showed some interest and took a few more glances at Xiao Chujing's handsome and elegant features.
This one look was not a big deal. The skeleton hand turned Xiao Chujing's face around to show it from all angles, and the beautiful woman's phoenix eyes magnified in surprise.
"You look a bit like an acquaintance of mine."
An ambiguous syllable came out of Xiao Chujing's throat.
"Hehe, you want to hear his story?"
Perhaps the deeds of the old man were too impressive. The beautiful woman was very bored after guarding hell for thousands of years. It was a rare opportunity for an immortal and tough guy to chat with her, so she told him the whole story.
"That person was a demon. One day, a fortune teller from the Thousand Machine Sect read his fortune. This fortune teller was probably a man of pleasure. After reading the fortune, he didn't mind making a fuss and told the demon king that he would die at the hands of his son."
"The Thousand Machine Sect is renowned throughout the world for its ingenious predictions, with no divination being untrue. The Demon Lord worried day and night about this comment. What do you think the Demon Lord did to avoid disaster?"
The light in Xiao Chujing's pupils gradually disappeared, but the beautiful woman ignored it and finished her story happily.
"He found a human woman to give birth to a child."
"The pure-blood offspring of demons are extremely powerful. If a demon seeks a human to give birth to a mixed-blood child, the mixed-blood will most likely be weak and short-lived."
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