515 I'll take you home
Scythes and spears followed closely from all sides, blood splattering and staining the armor red.
With a calm and collected expression, Que unleashed a precise sword strike, instantly piercing the foreheads of the four people before him, causing blood to gush out.
The sharp scissors came whistling through the air, and with a whoosh, a cold glint flashed as they pierced through the chest, blood gushing out like a fountain.
With the last ounce of power remaining in his sword-wielding technique, he swung it with lightning speed, flashing past in an instant. His head flew three steps into the air, severed in two with a single strike! The path of humanity was severed!
Stunned, the fallen body, its blood, whose hand was it, stained the entire ground red.
The magpie couldn't move at all, blood gushing out like a torrent. At this moment, it felt no pain, letting the fresh blood drip down like a stream.
He slowly closed his eyes, stood silently, and the sword in his hand fell without a sound.
The evil thugs suddenly rushed over from all sides, and they made those who were not already down fall.
Suddenly, a ray of sunlight quietly emerged, piercing through the clouds and mist, and a dazzling beam of light instantly broke through the cold silence of the night.
A magnificent broadsword, a man eager to return home, like a sharp arrow, a meteor falling from the heavens, arrives with the force of thunder and lightning.
The scene before my eyes instantly shattered my heart.
With a crazed look in his eyes, he was like a wolf among sheep. With a single, deafening slash, he swept across the sky, leaving a long, narrow trail. Behind the trail, five heads shot into the air, spraying blood everywhere like rain.
When anger reaches its extreme, and coldness reaches its extreme, one forgets everything and thinks of nothing.
With a large sword, his movements were as swift as the wind, each step seemed to shatter the ground, and each swing of the sword seemed to cleave his opponent in two.
As if a silver dragon were dancing, a figure fell amidst the flashing cold light, blood splattering everywhere. It didn't stop, nor did it want to stop.
One by one, they brandished their broadswords, step by step, leaving a trail of blood beneath their feet.
One fell and was cleaved in two, but the knife didn't soften, the heart didn't stop, the person didn't fall, and the hand didn't stop.
The person split in two, each flying head, resembled a bright red lotus flower in full bloom.
Only the sound of 'puff puff puff puff...' echoed.
Finally, terror began to spread, the fog gradually cleared, the sunlight shone through the darkness, and the evildoers, who were beginning to understand what fear was, fled in all directions.
A blood-red blade, dripping with blood, moved with lightning speed, not wanting to let a single one escape, one by one. It hacked and slashed its way through, until the last head flew off, corpses lay strewn about, and no one remained standing.
Turning around abruptly is the last thing I want to see.
A silent thought flashed through my mind: 'I was prepared to lose everything after becoming a hero, so why does it hurt so much now?'
Before me lay blood, desolation, and a heartbreaking sight of my brothers, brothers who had always loved and respected me, and comrades who had never abandoned me.
It is also a wound that can never be healed.
Broken walls and ruins, the air thick with the stench of blood.
He dragged his broadsword along the ground, step by step, towards a place he didn't want to go, a place he didn't want to see, a place he didn't want to meet, whispering softly, "Brothers, was I wrong? I'll take you home."
Outside Changzhou, a carriage and three pedestrians, Lin Yi and Yun Heiyi, waited quietly in front of the city gate.
Mr. Wang was dressed in a gray-white robe with wide sleeves, and a jade pendant with a round outer shape and a square inner shape at his waist, no longer the Confucian robe.
Her hair was short, as if it had just been cut.
Beside him was his disciple, Tong Mingliang, and another member of the Tong family who was helping him. However, this person was not young, but rather a man who was about thirty years older, with a dark face, thick arms, and a strong and vigorous demeanor. He was a step behind him, and his eyes usually followed him closely.
Mr. Wang gave a slight bow, then chuckled softly to himself, "I hope you two will take good care of me in the future."
Lin Yi smiled and gently returned the greeting, then introduced himself briefly.
Yun, dressed in black, smiled softly and said, "Prefect Wang, you're too kind. I'll be troubling you here from now on."
A soft, low voice said, "The master had to go out this morning and asked me to tell you, sir, that you may use this place as you see fit. Please do not hesitate to ask if you require anything."
Mr. Wang nodded slightly, inwardly sighing, 'I've also benefited from my students' success.'
Since I've come here and decided to emerge into this world, I should naturally put my skills to good use.
She turned gently and said softly, "Come, let me introduce you. This is General Yun in black, this is Lin Yi, the Golden Demon Slayer, and this is my honest and simple-minded disciple, Tong Mingliang. Please take good care of me in the future."
Tong Mingliang bowed respectfully and said, "Student Tong Mingliang greets the two esteemed officials..."
It lies outside Changzhou, bordering Wanzhou, at the intersection of the three realms of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The surrounding area was deserted, and the plants grew exceptionally well amidst the dense, quiet weeds. The handsome man took a gentle look at the scene.
He said softly, "It really is here, but it's buried so deep."
He Chen gently probed with his divine sense and found that something was indeed unusual. A thousand feet underground, dense spiritual energy was slowly emanating from the area, indicating that things had changed. No wonder it aroused suspicion, but it was difficult to be certain.
With a slight nod, a thought flashed through his mind, and with a burst of speed, he propelled himself like a dragon soaring through the seas, instantly hurtling thousands of feet into the ground.
Deep underground lies an amazing spiritual stone cave, filled with rich spiritual energy and countless spiritual stones of various shapes.
Some resemble sharp swords hanging from the cave ceiling, others look like giant stone pillars, and still others cascade down like waterfalls, as if they were formed from the purest water in the world.
Crystal clear, deep blue, like a dazzling pearl, profound and vibrant, its internal texture resembles flowing streams, refracting strands of light.
He Chen internally checked the kill points; there were over 70,000 kill points last night, bringing the total to over 570,000 kill points.
In a moment of calm and stillness, one can absorb the spiritual energy around them.
Various images flashed through my mind in an instant. I became stronger just to protect the rose in my heart. When foreign enemies came, I would have a sword to wield and the strength to do so, so that I could deter them.
At that moment, it was as if time itself stood still.
All distracting thoughts and anxieties vanished in that moment, leaving only the purest self deep within. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and began to calm my mind.
The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be attracted and converged towards it.
The spiritual energy is pure and full of power. I can feel my cells absorbing the spiritual energy and slowly undergoing changes. In the boundless spiritual energy, I forget everything and become one with nature.
As the spiritual energy was absorbed, the surrounding spirit stones, which had existed for an unknown period of time or formed in a very short time, all burst open and transformed into a waterfall-like torrent of spiritual energy that rushed towards them.
Instantly, spiritual energy enveloped everything, like being wrapped in sand.
In a state of complete absorption, body and mind are lost in the moment.
[Kill Points +1]
The densely packed prompts, like endless ants, floated past my eyes.
I don't know how much time passed.
Time flies, seasons change.
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