Wu Renjie has been completely shocked by Yun Que's ability.
He knew the end was over.
The Wu family will face a catastrophe today!
Wu Renjie never thought that in this underground secret room like a trap, he, the head of the Wu family, would one day become a trapped beast.
Wu Renjie was frightened and angry, and opened the mechanism located in the darkness of the secret room.
Crunch! !
Boom! !
The walls around the secret room rose up with a roar, revealing hidden grids hundreds of feet wide.
Each hidden compartment is a small room with a huge wooden barrel inside, and each member of the Wu family is soaking in the barrel.
These Wu family members have strong bodies and tightly closed eyes.
Inside the barrel was a strange liquid, dark green in color, mixed with eggshell fragments of different sizes.
The weirdo in the barrel is a fighting machine secretly built by Wu Renjie, with hundreds of ninth-grade war witches!
Unlike other war witches, the voodoo that these weirdos use to refine themselves is added with the eggs of dragon-tailed pheasants.
The eggs of seventh-level peak monsters contain strong demonic energy, mixed with other voodoos to form a special venom.
A ninth-level war witch soaked in venom will not only be stronger in body, but also be deprived of pain. Even if his hands and feet are cut off, as long as he can still move, he can continue to charge at the enemy!
While opening the secret grid, Wu Renjie cast a witchcraft spell and forcibly awakened hundreds of Wu family war witches.
Hundreds of people opened their eyes one after another, their gazes all cold and emotionless.
Wow! Wow!
The sound of water continued, and tall Wu family war witches jumped out of the barrels.
In each secret compartment, there is also prepared a heavy sword as high as half a man and a heavy shield of the same height, each weighing hundreds of kilograms.
The war witches held heavy swords in one hand and heavy shields in the other. They rushed out of the secret grid in silence and surrounded Yun Que.
"kill him!"
Wu Renjie shouted loudly, and hundreds of war wizards raised their swords at the same time.
Wu Renjie then hurried away along the passage without looking back.
He was afraid.
He was afraid that he would die in Yun Que's hands.
He wanted to summon more Wu family masters and kill Yun Que in Wujia Village.
On the way to the ground, Wu Renjie cursed loudly.
He scolded Yun Que and Wu Xing.
After a good retreat and practicing, he didn't do anything. As soon as he came out, he encountered such a powerful enemy. Wu Renjie felt that he was extremely unlucky.
As soon as he reached the ground, Wu Renjie immediately summoned his men.
Not long after, more than two hundred disciples of the Wu family gathered, including many ninth-grade war witches and ninth-grade warriors, as well as two old family elders who had not been involved in worldly affairs for many years, both of whom were eighth-grade wizard cultivators. for.
Looking at the Wu family masters gathered around him, Wu Renjie finally gained some confidence.
The people around him are the real core strength of the Wu family!
Wu Renjie believes that as long as the family works together, there is no invincible enemy.
Not to mention the hundreds of special war witches underground, if they swarmed up, it would be easy to drag two eighth-level warriors to death.
"The powerful enemy is currently..."
Wu Renjie was preparing to mobilize before the war to boost the morale of his family when he suddenly heard a scream.
A master from the Wu family on the outermost edge had his head chopped off with a knife!
The crowd dispersed with a roar, revealing the murderer.
Wu Renjie was shocked when he saw it clearly.
Yun Que was seen standing opposite, covered in blood, and the long knife in his hand was dripping with blood.
I thought I could drag the opponent to death underground, and at worst it would consume a lot of energy from the opponent. Unexpectedly, in less than a cup of tea, he actually came out!
Wu Renjie's heart grew colder.
Yun Que appeared, but none of the hundreds of war wizards showed up.
It can only mean one thing.
Yun Que killed a hundred special war witches who had been trained by the Wu family for many years in the span of a cup of tea!
"How could it be...how could all the war witches created by my Wu family be killed!" Wu Renjie shouted hoarsely.
"So you also like to raise monsters." Yun Que sneered: "It's a pity that the monsters you raise are too fragile and can't stand up if their heads fall off. Why don't you raise more dragon-tailed pheasants? That thing can also let me chop more." knife."
Wu Renjie shouted in horror: "Let's do it together!"
The masters of the Wu family in the courtyard shouted in unison, and all attacked Yun Que. Even the two trembling elders of the Wu family tried their best to cast witchcraft spells at any cost.
For a moment, in the courtyard deep inside the Wu family, there were flashes of swords and fierce winds and rain.
Wu Renjie took advantage of the chaos, pinched the seal, and used the blood curse again.
This time he was cruel.
The blood of the dragon-tailed pheasant used before has long since cooled down, and its power cannot reach its peak.
What Wu Renjie wants to use this time is the essence and blood of his tribe!
As long as someone is killed, even if it is severely injured, he will not hesitate to extract the blood of the other person.
This kind of blood of the same race, and the blood that contains the power of soul creation, is the best medium for casting blood curses.
Wu Renjie had a good idea.
But the speed at which his tribe members died was a bit beyond his expectation.
At the moment when he had just cast the spell, Wu Renjie vaguely heard a strange laughter.
Hahahaha……
The laughter sounded like a woman's, low and weird.
The next moment he heard laughter, Wu Renjie saw a red light!
That's the light of the sword!
The sword light was as red as blood!
This sword light enveloped the entire courtyard. Hundreds of Wu family masters were unable to resist under this sword light. All of them, including two eighth-grade clan elders, were killed.
When Wu Renjie woke up from his shock, he was the only living person left in the yard.
Then Wu Renjie saw a knife.
The long knife was cold and covered in blood.
Wu Renjie couldn't avoid it, and used the last of his magic power to shout: "Blood Shield!"
A whoosh.
A heavy shield made entirely of blood condensed and stood in front of Wu Renjie.
boom! ! !
The tip of the knife collided with the blood shield, emitting blood.
The blood shield contained powerful magic power and had astonishing defensive power, but it was still chopped into pieces with a single knife.
Wu Renjie spit out blood, and was hit by the huge force of the blood shield directly into the ground.
A big hole was made in the ground.
Wu Renjie was dizzy and just about to raise his head, a foot stepped on his heart.
Yun Que stood down from a high position, stepping on Wu Renjie with one foot and raising a long knife with the other hand, his two bloody pupils were extremely cold.
Like a cold-blooded executioner!
At this moment, Wu Renjie had a strong illusion that in front of Yun Que, he, the superior head of the Wu family, was nothing more than a newly fattened pig.
"Do not kill me!"
Wu Renjie grabbed Yun Que's ankle and resisted the force on his foot with all his strength.
Even a seventh-grade witch cultivator can't stand being stepped on by an eighth-grade martial artist.
"I'll give you the Wu family's treasure! Let me go, and I can give you everything from the Wu family!"
Wu Renjie had to beg for mercy.
He was already at his feet. Facing an eighth-level warrior at such a distance, he had no chance of winning and could only wait for death.
"I said, I'm here to ask for a dowry, and all I need is your last share."
Yun Que raised his knife and lowered it, piercing Wu Renjie's heart with the knife.
"Go to your Kingdom of God. I'll give you a ride. Oh, by the way." Yun Que said coldly: "If you die under the sword of a demon hunter, your soul will be destroyed. I'm afraid your soul will have no chance to go to the Kingdom of God."
In the cold words, the evil spirit soaring into the sky roared like a violent wind!
The soul of the witch cultivator has extremely powerful abilities. Even if he dies, he still has a chance to kill his opponent, so Yun Que will not give the opponent any chance.
People must die!
The soul must be destroyed!
Wu Renjie spit out blood, grabbed Yun Que's feet, and said in a ferocious voice:
"You, you don't deserve a good death! I am willing to sacrifice the soul of the blood shaman to ask the witch god to curse you! Curse you to die with blood and soul, and die with broken heart!"
Buzz! !
As Wu Renjie roared, circles of dark red rings rose up from his hands, spiraled up Yun Que's ankles, and wrapped around Yun Que's body in the blink of an eye.
Those rings were not real and quickly lost their luster, turning into dark marks that remained on Yun Que's skin.
There are strange patterns on the back of the hands, head and face, full of a sense of weirdness.
That was the manifestation of the power of the curse.
The seventh-level blood witch cast his final blow at the cost of his soul being destroyed!
After using the curse, Wu Renjie slowly lowered his hands, losing his last strength and leaving only one breath.
While vomiting blood, he stared at Yun Que and laughed crazily:
"If I die, you won't be able to survive! The power of the curse has been engraved into your soul, and even a seventh-level god refining realm warrior can't remove it. You, an eighth-level warrior, just wait to die! You will experience the most tragic death in the world. Fa! Your blood soul will gradually wither and collapse! All your organs will explode and die! Hahaha!"
While Wu Renjie was laughing wildly before his death, Yun Que didn't panic at all. He ignored the curse mark on his body and sneered:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. The curse has no effect on me because my soul has been sold long ago."
The peak of the knife turned, shattering Wu Renjie's heart.
The patriarch of the Wu family died with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.
Due to the curse that could only be cast by sacrificing the soul, Wu Renjie's soul had already collapsed, and he was dead in the true sense.
After jumping out of the pit, Yun Que stood among the corpses on the ground and raised his left hand.
In the palm of my hand, there are strange black lines like patterns, each one as dense as a spider web.
Such a vicious curse is fatal to an eighth-level martial artist. Only a warrior who has reached the seventh-level god refining realm can resist it with a powerful spirit.
But Yun Que was no ordinary eighth-grade martial artist.
After looking at his palms lightly, Yun Que suddenly clenched his fists.
Bang!
The muffled sound of fist clenching exploded in the quiet night.
As he clenched his fist, Yun Que's pupils changed and actually stood up.
Eyes with vertical pupils!
Like a demon!
The moment the vertical pupils appeared, the black threads wrapped around Yun Que's body burst apart and quickly turned into nothingness.
The power of the curse completely dissipated.
The blood witch curse targets the enemy's soul, but in Yun Que's body, there is not only his own soul, but also a terrifying demon soul.
That is the accompanying demon soul that all demon warriors possess.
The demon body is sacrificed and refined into a sword, which becomes the natal weapon. The demon soul merges into the sea of consciousness and lives and annihilates with its own soul.
Yun Que's own soul may not be able to withstand the curse of the seventh-level blood witch, but in front of his accompanying demon soul, Wu Renjie's curse is pitifully insignificant.
Tonight, there was a fire in Wujiazhai.
The huge stockade with a completely wooden structure was lit like a huge torch.
The fire is soaring into the sky!
Thick smoke billows!
The flames soaring into the sky can be seen hundreds of miles away.
In front of the gate of Wujiazhai, Yun Que picked up the bones in wedding clothes.
"Your dowry is coming, but I'm still satisfied."
Yun Que buried the bones halfway up the barren mountain. This was the place where he and Wu Ling'er first met.
Looking at the thick smoke rising into the sky in the distance, Yun Que said quietly: "Remember, next time I order such a big smoke, I can only see it in Qinghu Mountain."
Fill in the last handful of soil.
A simple stone tablet cut from a mountain rock stood in front of the small grave.
There is a line of words engraved on the stone tablet.
My wife,
Wu Ling'er's Tomb.
Mu Qingyao witnessed everything Yun Que did.
She didn't bother, just stood aside quietly.
Finally, Mu Qingyao picked a blue wild flower that bloomed best and placed it gently on the tombstone.
It is rare in life to have a close friend.
Mu Qingyao was not jealous at all. She felt that if Wu Ling'er was still alive, they would definitely become best friends.
Because they all have a common confidant.
Huh, huh...
Mu Qingyao heard heavy breathing.
Turning around to look, Yun Que was in a strange state.
He was bent over, his head lowered, his breathing was heavy, as if he was in great pain, and he was whispering something.
Since Yun Que's eyes were always blood red, Pingshan Jun and Men Liu stayed far away, daring not to get close.
Mu Qingyao hurriedly ran closer, and she finally heard Yun Que's whisper clearly.
"Red Lotus Sect..."
The three words were bitten very hard and could be heard full of hatred.
Wujiazhai was almost wiped out, and Wu Ling'er's revenge was avenged, but Mu Qingyao knew that the real instigator was still at large.
Regardless of the death of Sister Xiu'er in Zangshi Town or the death of Wu Ling'er in Wuji Town, the influence of the Red Lotus Sect was involved.
Once the seeds of hatred are planted, they are difficult to remove.
Especially Yun Que, a fierce warrior who makes a living by hunting monsters.
After experiencing these tragedies, Yun Que's peaceful heart had been completely disturbed.
Sending Mu Qingyao back to the imperial city may be just a deal, but the Red Lotus Sect is a thorn in the side, and Yun Que vows to root it out!
"Sooner or later, I'll settle the accounts with you!"
As Yun Que growled, his figure became more and more stooped, and the blood in his eyes became thicker and thicker.
The evil spirit began to spread uncontrollably.
In tonight's fierce battle, Yun Que used too much power of the demon sword, and now the backlash struck.
While he was struggling to resist the strange movement coming from his soul, Yun Que felt a cold little hand hold his own.
Mu Qingyao stood beside her silently, with a calm smile on her pretty face.
"I'll accompany you."
A simple sentence warmed Yun Que's restless mind.
Gradually, the blood in his eyes began to fade.
Sufficient sacrifices and the power of moon jade, coupled with Mu Qingyao's sincerity, allowed Yun Que to return to normal again.
After gently exhaling a breath, Yun Que only said one word.
"Walk."
Lord Pingshan appeared in his true form, and the three of them climbed onto the back of the tiger and disappeared into the forest before dawn.
On the way, Yun Fang fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, the sky was filled with stars.
After a day of traveling, this place is a wilderness, far away from Wuji Town.
He raised his body, but before he could sit up, Yun Que discovered that there was an extra tiger head on his belly.
