sword.

Zang Xin smiled at the old man, but changed his voice to a gentle voice and greeted him: "Master Erqing, does the newly brewed Zhuyeqing in the mountain tavern suit your liking?"

The old man took off the wine gourd on his cane, stretched out his slender hand to take a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes as slender as snakes, and said with a smile: "You kid, where did you get such a scary wound?

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Zangxin was slightly startled: "What?"

The old man named Erqing tapped his chest with his finger.

Zhan Xin lowered his head in confusion, only to find that his chest and skirt were stained with little inconspicuous blood stains.

His body moved slightly, and later he realized that the clothes between his chest cracked with a sharp sound, and a very thin line of blood slowly appeared on the skin on his chest.

The blood-red thin line was as smooth as a shallow scratch on a mirror. Because they were so closely attached, the injury seemed extremely minor.

But in fact, the seemingly thin incision was actually a very deep wound. As soon as he moved, he was horrified to find that his sternum had been cut transversely without knowing when.

The blood mist was almost spraying out from his wound, condensing and floating into a bloody monster flower, which was constantly devouring and absorbing the vitality in his body.

Zhan Xin choked and coughed up large amounts of blood foam, and immediately he didn't dare to move at all.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath carefully, not daring to expose his identity in front of Er Qing. Naturally, he could not use the power of Shashenghe. He could only rely on his own spiritual breath to slowly suppress the outbreak of injuries.

Zhan Xin cursed secretly. With such a delay, Yue Nu might have reached a safe place long ago.

If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to attack her again.

But... what kind of power is this that can silently break through his killing realm and destroy his body like this?

He had just broken through the first level of Fusion Realm, and he actually had such terrifying fighting ability.

Why didn't the black water of the devil's prison that sealed his spiritual energy veins in his body stop working?

What happened to this boy in the past two hundred years?

Buried in a heart full of puzzles, he clutched the injury on his chest, feeling frightened.

It was so foresight for the secret channel to plant the black water of the Demon Prison for him in advance.

If not for this, allowing such a terrifying evildoer to grow up to this day, I am afraid that another immortal will be raised in this world.

Fortunately, he should die today.

How could the taboo legend of being extremely sensitive to snake venom tolerate him when he was thrown under the evergreen pavilion by someone who was poisoned by a deadly snake?

It just so happens that this ghost poison can also be used to completely arouse that 'thing' to go crazy. After being imprisoned for more than two hundred years, that 'thing' is already full of violence.

If we can take this opportunity to break the seal, we will definitely take revenge on Tianxi Sword Sect crazily.

With a little more guidance, and with the help of the majestic power of that 'thing', the Tianshan Mountains were knocked down, and the fate of the Tianxi Sword Sect was completely eradicated.

In the chaotic void world, there is darkness, no light, no sound, no light from the sun, moon and sky. It seems to be a dead and silent land with endless ruins.

Here, there is only absolute loneliness and silence, as if it has been forgotten by time, and the silence is so vast that only nothingness remains.
Chapter completed!