"What a strange dream!"
Xue Tong tried hard to recall the details of the dream. After waking up from the dream, he forgot most of the plot. He only remembered the fierce battle with terrifying humans and cattle, the use of magic weapons and magic, and being injured and crashing to the ground.
"The nightmare is related to Gray Dot and my life experience. That place looks very much like Xue Cun!"
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After practicing in January, Xue Tong turned back to the southwest. He still had one and a half months to collect.
On the edge of the cliff, in the woods, and in the wilderness, Xue Tong's footprints covered hundreds of thousands of miles. All his storage bags were filled, and he had no choice but to throw away several animal carcasses from the later stages of the martial arts. On December 20th, the day he agreed to return was not far away. Xingyun Jue raised a gray cloud and carried him towards the camp.
Weiqing Mountain was in sight in the distance. Xue Tong stared into the distance. His pale golden pupils swept over the camp over and over again. He was suddenly startled and noticed something strange!
As the gathering day approaches, the campground that should be bustling with activity turns out to be empty!
Xue Tong stopped and hid in the low bushes.
"That's not right. Where are my classmates? Am I back too early? But at least the peak disciples stationed in the camp should be there."
"Could it be..."
Xue Tong shuddered, and a terrible thought emerged in the sea of consciousness: "Did most of the people encounter accidents during the collection, and the camp was also attacked?"
He didn't dare to think about it any further, and suddenly felt that the neighborhood was terribly desolate.
There was no wind everywhere, it was suffocatingly quiet, the sky was dark, thick clouds were gathering overhead, and a winter rain seemed to be coming.
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"Fire Bomb!"
Xue Tong jumped up in the bushes, and more than a hundred miles away in the sky, a bright fire cloud bloomed in the darkness!
Fellow disciples are asking for help. It seems that something big happened near the camp!
Xue Tong was like an arrow leaving the string, running towards the direction of the fire cloud.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, rumbles of thunder sounded, and rain began to fall. Xue Tong was soaked to the skin, and his depressed and cold mood became even lower.
With his powerful golden eyes, he saw a black dot flying in the distance in the hazy rain and fog. The man was wearing black clothes and a cloak.
"Black?!" Xue Tong's pupils shrank, and his nerves suddenly became tense.
The man in black slowly fell down and walked towards him slowly.
Half of his old face was exposed under the cloak, and he looked to be over sixty years old. "A person who comes to Hongzhou is so old? Why don't you wear Yunxiao Sect's clothes?" Xue Tong felt a chill in his heart, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
The man in black is getting closer and closer, and the huge pressure is increasing step by step. This man is clearly a late acquired cultivation level!
Countless thoughts flashed through Xue Tong's sea of consciousness.
The man in black lifted his cloak, and his small gray eyes shot out an intimidating coldness. He said sternly, "Something doesn't feel right. Half of your brothers and sisters have been sent to the underworld by me. You are anxious to see them. I’ll give you a ride.”
Xue Tong trembled intentionally and asked stammeringly: "Senior, where did you come from, and why did you kill the disciples of Yunxiao?"
"Old Zheng Xuan is ignorant of current affairs and has repeatedly refused to cooperate with our sect. He also killed my elder in Pingshan. How can this sect not take revenge? This time we suffered a heavy setback in Hongzhou. I don't see what the Yunxiao Sect can do." Do you have the confidence to go against this sect?!"
The person who came was Liang Su, the elder of the Blood Sword Sect. The radical faction within the Blood Sword Sect had long wanted to destroy the Yunxiao Sect. Taking advantage of the gathering of elite disciples of Yunxiao in Hongzhou, they formulated a plan with the intention of massacre, not only to eliminate Yunxiao's living force, but also to kill Yunxiao. It also caused it to lose a lot of resources, forcing the Yunxiao Sect to change its hostile strategy and proactively open the Weikui Secret Realm to show its goodwill to the Blood Sword Sect.
Luo Guantong, the deputy sect leader of Menstrual Blood Sword Sect, conspired with protector Du Qingyun and several elders. Liang Su stepped forward and sneaked into Hongzhou two months ago, intercepted and killed a group of Yunxiao disciples returning to the camp, and seized the jade tablets, transmission notes and firework warning signals. After the bombing, he traveled around the country, trapping and killing more than 30 people. Half a month ago, he started ambushing around the camp, killing everyone he saw. Liang Su's cultivation level was far above everyone else, and the poor Yunxiao disciple had no power to fight back in front of him and died instantly.
"At least seventy must be killed, and you are the sixty-eighth." Liang Su said slowly, as if he was talking about killing chickens and dogs.
Xue Tong took a breath. The Zheng Xuan mentioned by Liang Su was the leader of the Yunxiao Sect. Liang had a loud tone and acted extremely cruelly. He killed more than 60 people without a care! At this time, Xue Tong did not fully understand the ins and outs of the matter. He failed to mobilize his emotions. The more he tried to stimulate his bloodline, the more he failed.
In the later period of the day after tomorrow, Liang Su's own magic power was relatively weak. Even with the fourth level of Nightmare Bone Technique, he was no match for him.
Xue Tong suppressed his inner panic and tried to delay time, luring Liang Su to anger him.
"What happened in the camp? I remember that a fellow disciple who was at his peak as a martial artist was here. If the situation was not right, he would immediately activate the magic circle. It cannot be broken without innate power." Xue Tong pretended to be confused.
"A bunch of trash, will I let him activate the magic circle? He forced a confession to obtain the spell before killing, wore a sect jade badge, and sneaked in in disguise. One move after another, the two stupid pigs died inexplicably." Liang Su dismissed it, and then He said with a bit of pride.
"Putting aside the differences between sects, Elder Liang is a member of the Xuan Realm, and he still has to talk about basic moral principles. Is it a bit too much to carry out such a plot against an innocent junior?" Xue Tong was getting angry and did not dare to be too angry. This provoked Liang Suzhi to have a seizure on the spot, and he was very careful with his words.
"Fart! How can you, Yunxiao Sect, have any morality at all? If you block my path to immortality and kill my junior brother, you all deserve to die. You are a bunch of pigs and dogs!" Liang Su's face turned yellow and he started to curse.
"Do you know why Bao Shu died a few years ago?" Xue Tong said with a straight face, his anger rising.
Liang Su's small eyes suddenly widened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked: "Why?"
"Bao is despicable and shameless. He only dares to plot against the younger generation. Your bastard named Liang is an even worse piece of trash than him. Damn beast!" Burning feeling.
"Haha, I will definitely let you die comfortably!" Liang Su smiled up at the sky and grabbed him.
Of course, he was reluctant to catch Xue Tong to death. How could he relieve the anger in his heart without torture.
He only used strength similar to that of a martial artist at his peak, and first captured Xue Tong's cripple!
A faint shadow of a palm fell from the air.
Xue Tong's whole body suddenly surged with demonic energy, and he punched out.
He killed the demon tiger with all his strength, and his fist power had reached the middle stage of acquired life. The punch he struck was devastating and dispersed the shadow of his palm, and went straight to Liang Su's chest.
Liang Su's expression changed drastically. He never expected that a junior martial artist in the later stage would be able to do such a thing. His fist was approaching and he struck out with his second palm urgently.
This time, he used all his strength.
"Bang!" The ghost fist exploded, and the strong wind blew off Liang Su's cloak.
The moment Xue Tong struck out the evil fist, the Kite Shadow Technique was activated, and his body retreated quickly, crushing four eighth-level lightning strike talismans.
Four rays of lightning followed one after another.
It is not easy to explode four at the same time, but after all, it is a rudimentary thunder spell, and at best it is an early acquired force.
Liang Su hummed, a burning python sprang up from his palm, swallowed four lightning bolts in one go, and pounced on Xue Tong.
Xue Tong was sweating on his forehead at this time. The anger in his heart was still short of stimulating the bloodline. As the battle started, the anger suddenly decreased, and it was no longer possible to arouse the power of the bloodline.
He didn't have time to regain his emotions, so he threw a rock shield talisman and hit the fire python on the head, barely dispelling Liang Su's spell counterattack.
His eyes flashed, Liang Su's figure had blocked his way, and the shadow of his palm dug straight into his heart.
"Tear out the heart!"
Xue Tong was shocked out of his body and smelled the breath of death for the first time. He punched down hard, kicked his legs suddenly, shrunk his chest and flew backwards.
Liang Su's palm sank slightly under the heavy punch.
"Crack" scratched Xue Tong's gown.
Four finger marks stretched from the chest to the abdomen, scratching open Xue Tong's flesh and blood, reaching an inch deep, revealing the dense white bones.
A sharp pain shot straight into my brain!
"This boy is capable, surpassing any martial artist I have ever seen. It's a pity that such a person must die!" Liang Su said angrily.
"If you had met me two years later, you might have been able to escape this disaster..." He continued to use words to attack him, hoping to make Xue Tong die in regret.
Liang Su suddenly stopped.
He noticed something strange, an unusually ferocious murderous aura.
Xue Tong: Where does the murderous spirit come from in a dying person? There is only resentment, fear and pleading.
Liang Su took a look at Xue Tong's bloody chest and abdomen, and felt more and more something was wrong. The wound had stopped bleeding and had shrunk a lot, and even the person's appearance had changed slightly.
The strong murderous aura made his heart shrink, and he felt a cool feeling. Liang Su tapped the storage bag, and there was a Dark Cold Blood Sword in his hand.
He didn't see clearly how Xue Tong moved. Before he could blink, Xue Tong was already in front of him and knocked away his magic weapon with his left hand.
"Go to hell!"
Xue Tong gently pinched Liang Su's throat with his right hand.
"He...he..." Liang Su breathed in desperately, but the crushed trachea could no longer let him inhale any gas. The internal injuries in his throat were constantly pouring out blood, pouring into his body. He supported Not long.
Liang Su's unclear words gradually subsided, and his soul floated out...
Xue Tong's blood also cooled down, and the moment the severe pain entered his brain finally stimulated his blood, allowing him to turn the tide of the life-and-death battle.
Xue Tong applied Cuihua ointment to the wound. After the blood vessels were stimulated, the injury was partially healed. It would be fine if he rested for a few days.
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"Sixty-seven people in the sect died tragically. I killed Liang Su with the power of my blood. How will this shocking case end?"
Xue Tong was in a state of confusion.
"Bloodline must not be disclosed to anyone, otherwise, as Liang Su said, it will become a target that must be eliminated in the eyes of most high-level warriors!"
"Let's not care about jealousy. On the way to immortality, if you eliminate one more potential threat, you will be safer. Knowing that I have magical blood, there will be too many people who want to kill me."
"Bloodline cannot be exposed, then Liang Su's death must be concealed."
"However, the fact of Liang Su's case is too important. It involves the lives of dozens of fellow disciples and the huge amount of resources collected. Is it too naive to want to hide this matter?"
Xue Tong unpacked Liang Su's thick backpack, which contained sixty-seven sect jade tablets and one hundred and ninety-three storage bags.
No more storage bags could be put in the storage bags, so most of the Yunxiao Sect disciples rushed to Hongzhou with three of them each.
Xue Tong took off Liang Su's storage bag and picked up the Minghan Blood Sword that had been knocked away. These spoils of war naturally belong to him.
Xue Tong looked at this medium-grade magical weapon and his eyes suddenly lit up.
