That attack seemed to hit the ancestral weapon, arousing a deep red spiritual power, and a mysterious buzzing sound sounded within a hundred meters.
"Buzz"
"You..." The fifth son gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but found that the figure not far away... was dripping with blood and was no longer human.
Rao Shi, the fifth son, was cruel. He had killed countless clan members with extremely cruel methods since he came to power. He couldn't help but feel horrified by the horrific scenes in front of him.
In order to get rid of the control and restraint of the ayahuasca insect, the other party even personally cut off the part that had been eaten by the ayahuasca insect, including his right hand and half of his arm... How could he still be alive?
This requires more than just determination. This person does not regard himself as a human being at all, and is so cruel that he is outrageous.
Not only the fifth son, but also those who happened to see this scene nearby were so aroused that they broke into a cold sweat and their scalps were numb.
If they were lucky enough to survive this battle, this scene would surely become an unforgettable nightmare for them for a long time.
Naturally, it is impossible for the other party to survive.
The fifth son couldn't survive the moment he implanted the ayahuasca into his body. Ayahuasca insects are greedy by nature and will not stop until they suck out the host. The fifth son couldn't fully control these scary little things.
It is said that these bugs were novel gadgets that Fifth Son got from visitors from a foreign land. At first, he just thought they were novel and bought them for fun. Later, he made some small modifications and became the terrifying existence they are today.
He had only cultivated it before what happened today, and he didn't have time to use it. He didn't expect to use it directly in this field of life and death.
The fifth son thought that the other party would not be able to survive, but he saw the effect with his own eyes, and it was better than he imagined. I never expected that these dead soldiers of the Mingyue Sect were all lunatics. They had been trained long ago and did not regard themselves as living people.
Ayahuasca is indeed terrifying. It can instantly erode the spiritual energy, meridians, flesh and blood in the human body, turning a powerful body into a rotten tree in an instant.
This process is indeed painful. Even if they are tamed as dead soldiers, people are still human and cannot escape from their innate five senses. They also hurt.
The Taoist from the Mingyue Sect only felt pain and pain, so he screamed.
But he also didn't forget what mission he came with. This is their destiny and the reason why they are alive today.
It hurts, it hurts so much. If it hurts so much, then just die.
The Taoist's eyes were blurred by blood, and he couldn't see clearly everything in front of him, just like he couldn't see the future ahead.
He deserves to die. Instead of being dragged down by this broken body and watching the other party destroy their plans, it is better to use this miserable life to do the last thing for the sect he loves. Think of it as repayment for taking in the homeless man in the first place.
It was the first time that he got a sword that only belonged to him. He didn't take care of it, but he didn't expect that he would end up using it to drink the blood of his master who was dying.
The man held up the unified spirit sword equipped by the Mingyue Sect with his left hand that had never picked up a sword before, and slashed towards the right side of his body.
He only felt his vision go white. The pain took his consciousness away from this world, and the remaining consciousness was still functioning.
He remembered what happened a long time ago...
"Yan'er... Yan'er..."
"Hey, dad...I'm here!"
"Why are you staying here? Ajun from the house next door said that you ran away while playing and getting angry with others. He also said that he would not ask you to play together in the future. Otherwise, other children would not want to play with him. Why are you making such a fuss, why don't we all play together?" The man pretended to cry when he heard this, with a doting smile in his tone.
"I don't!" "Oh, you..." The child was very willful, with a hint of anger. From the sound of his voice, it seemed that he was still lying on the ground and refused to get up.
"I won't!"
"Then tell me why you are so angry. Give dad a reason, and I will buy you candy cakes when you go back. Let's talk about it. If we, father and son, don't go back, your mother will be angry, and maybe she won't. Dinner was had…”
"Those people will bully me." The boy's voice was a little muffled, looking very depressed.
"Every time...every time, I am the bad guy, or a dead body. That Zhang Jun knows how to choose. Every time, he is the big hero and the great swordsman. It's so unfair, I want to be a big hero too. , my father is a policeman who protects everyone in the village, I can't embarrass you."
"Haha..." The man opposite seemed amused and helpless: "You guys are really like little brats. How old are you that you already know what a hero is? And your father and I are just earning two liters of public food. What kind of hero are you, little catcher? This is too outrageous."
"I don't care. Daddy is a good man. I want to be a great hero like him who saves people." Somehow, the child felt even more aggrieved as he spoke, and he remained stern.
The man understood that the other party must have heard some bad words from somewhere, and then got hit by them somehow, and was losing his temper at the moment.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore. You don't need to say it. Let's go and buy you sweet cakes. But this... is our secret, don't tell your mother."
Hearing this, the child, who was crying sadly, burst into tears and burst out laughing.
"My Yan'er wants to be a great hero in the future, but also a good person, and save many, many people..." The man's shadow was very faint, and had already turned into a blurry figure in the memory of several years.
Is he a big hero now that he has grown up?
No, Yan'er wasn't, and... he also killed many, many people. But he has no regrets, he just selfishly wants to become a hero of Little Mingyue Cult.
As for the good guys... the real Yan'er was annihilated in the sea of fire along with his parents and the entire village as early as that night decades ago. The only survivor was Wu Yan, a dead soldier of Mingyue Cult.
Those aristocratic families deserve to die, they ruined his family and his smooth life, just for their own greedy desires. But his family stayed in the sea of fire forever, in that painful night.
How could he not hate this?
It was a little consolation to be able to drag the blood of so many aristocratic families into the grave before dying.
The remaining consciousness gradually dissipated, and he felt that everything in front of him was getting more and more hazy, and his soul was light and airy, feeling more relaxed and relieved than ever before.
It turns out that death is such a comfortable feeling. It reminded him of his mother's arms after being away for a long time.
The last image that remained in his consciousness was that of a family of three sitting at a small table, talking and laughing, with such happy smiles on their faces.
"Yan'er, come quickly." The woman said affectionately. The man next to him put his arm around his wife's shoulders and raised his chin towards him, seeming to be calling him over.
"coming……"
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