Zhao Ning didn't have time to think. The collision of the two thunder soul trees caused heavy thunder to tear the entire void, accompanied by extremely severe throbbing pain in Zhao Ning's body.
Zhao Ning endured the pain, and the hidden Moon Sword jumped out from behind, and then hit the power light curtain formed by the overlap of two thunder soul trees.
There seemed to be a "click" in the air, and the next moment, majestic power exploded, and Zhao Ning flew backwards.
There was nothing in the void, nothing to stop Zhao Ning from flying upside down. At this moment, Zhao Ning seemed to have lost consciousness in severe pain.
At this moment, the center of her brows became clear, and a faint scream came from it. It was the roar of the Nascent Soul. The pain in her body spread to the Nascent Soul, and the Nascent Soul seemed to be shattering.
Why is this happening? Zhao Ning doesn’t understand.
Even if this object is the same kind as the shadow at the core of the Nine Provinces Demon Sealing Formation, and it imitates the opponent's offensive to attack the opponent, since Zhao Ning can completely walk out of the Nine Provinces Demon Sealing Formation, why is he surrounded by dangers under this same attack.
Maybe he had adapted to the pain, so the Nascent Soul cast a spell, and the Qingfengshen Jue was cast directly on the Nascent Soul, and the pain seemed to be blown away as if it were nothingness.
But this is just self-deception, and the fragmentation of the body and the Nascent Soul continues.
The pain slowed down and Zhao Ning finally pulled out a trace of his spiritual consciousness. However, he was instantly frightened by this perception. He saw the shadow three feet above him.
With just Ning Ning's attention, the shadow took action again, swooping down, and the wind around it rolled like a dragon.
The Moon Sword is steep and bright, splitting into seven rays of sword light. The moment it strikes again, it tears apart several hurricanes, forcibly swallowing the wind and converting it into the power of the Moon Sword.
The wind becomes the cloud, the cloud becomes the blade, and the cloud cuts!
The invisible but illusive sword cloud rushed out and hit the approaching shadow. The shadow froze at the moment of contact, and then shattered into pieces. As the fragments scattered, they gradually became thinner until they spread to a three-foot range. The broken pieces have been completely crushed into haze, and the area where the haze has gathered is like a thick black cloud.
Zhao Ning suddenly realized something, and with a twist of the spell in her hand, the sword lights that turned into clouds twisted and overlapped, forming a shield of swords. She no longer controlled her body and let herself fall downwards.
Sure enough, the black cloud surged, and very quickly, a sword light rushed out from it, it was Yunzhan!
The other party seems to know all Zhao Ning's moves and can use them to the extreme. Even though Zhao Ning knows the magic and operation of these moves, but...
There was no loud explosion, but the power was absolute. Even if Zhao Ning had already escaped downwards in advance, the force generated by the collision between the opponent's Yunzhan power and the sword and shield made Zhao Ning fly away as easily as a feather.
As the world spins, Zhao Ning's consciousness becomes chaotic, until it converges deeper into the depths, and her only thought is "This is false."
When Zhao Ning opened her eyes, she was in an unconscious state. She didn't know her name, her experience, or her reasons. What she saw when she raised her eyes was thick clouds. A few birds hurriedly passed by on the horizon from time to time, and the wind was filled with coolness and moisture.
She moved, but her body seemed to be tied up. She turned her eyes to look, and the corners of her eyes rubbed against the close-fitting coarse quilt. Her eyes were irritated and shed tears, and her vision was blurred.
But the ear consciousness gave her a new perception, noisy, noisy, many voices intertwined. For a long time, Zhao Ning recovered from the pain in his eyes and realized that those were human voices.
The voices were noisy and without priority, but everyone maintained the same point of view.
"The Dragon King's memorial service is about to begin. Please hurry up and see the child delivered to the altar."
"No, no, no, no, that's my child!"
There was a figure swooping above him. It was a woman. She was a little embarrassed, but very warm. She wrapped Zhao Ning completely in her arms.
At this moment, Zhao Ning had the first glimmer of consciousness. It turned out that I was a baby.
"Send her away quickly. If we miss the Dragon King Festival and the Dragon King gets angry, our whole village will suffer."
"No, my child has just been born, no!" Those words were so exciting that Zhao Ning was picked up and carried away with violent shaking.
More voices followed, accompanied by chaotic footsteps.
"She ran away! The sacrifice is gone!"
"Go and catch her!"
"Auntie, there is nothing we can do. Every household in the village has to go through this."
"..."
No one compromised. The woman only ran for a few steps before she was stopped. More attempts were made to persuade and snatch her, and the baby seemed to be about to escape. At this moment, there was a pause for some reason, and everything in the world seemed to freeze. But the next moment it was back up and running again.
Amidst all the chatter, the woman could only run, with countless people blocking her, but she seemed to be a god descended from heaven, and no one could stop her.
Until finally, the woman's energy was exhausted, and she collapsed on the ground, crying.
He murmured in a choked voice, "My child, my child."
In a daze, an unprecedented nostalgia flashed through Zhao Ning's heart, mother... mother?
There were a lot of footsteps chasing him, but they lost the momentum they had just blocked.
Some people sigh, some feel pity, and some comfort.
"Okay, that's it. Since you don't want the child to be sacrificed, then just keep her."
"Stop crying, aunt, we won't sacrifice her anymore. Let other children take her place."
"Auntie, go home."
The woman raised her head and wiped her tears, "Seriously, thank you, thank you."
So the woman stood up, picked up the swaddling clothes unfamiliarly, and shook her, "My child, it's great. You won't be separated from your mother."
Zhao Ning looked up. The woman's face was close to her eyes, but it was blurry and shapeless.
There is a silent discord brewing, the sudden change of the villagers, the woman's consistent persistence...
But everything seemed normal. The woman took her home and took good care of her, humming a lullaby to her and coaxing her to sleep. Her consciousness was filled with sweetness. When she opened her eyes again, more family members appeared. Now, the skinny man stood in front of the cradle, grinning stiffly and teasingly, saying, "Baby, wake up."
He turned to the woman and said, "Don't worry, the village has canceled the Dragon King sacrifice, and the child will never experience this again."
The woman covered her eyes and turned slightly to the side, and the man took her into his arms knowingly.
Zhao Ning turned her eyes and only looked at the top quietly. The awareness of absence left her in a blank state.
In the following days, time passed normally, sleeping, eating, growing, talking, learning to walk...
The number of years in the palm of one hand, a new child was added to the house, and there were really no more sacrifices in the village.
On the fifth year of the New Year, the village was very lively. Some villagers made a lot of money in a nearby city. Coinciding with the happy event, a flowing feast was held by the river.
The villagers happily attended the banquet, and everyone gathered by the river. Under the double happiness, everyone's face was glowing red.
The little Zhao Ning sat on the threshold, quietly watching the happy event by the river.
At dusk, the glow is extremely red.
The village chief staggered closer to the chairman's seat, raised his wine glass, "Come! Drink!"
The host stood up with a smile, "Village chief, please!"
He waved to everyone again and said, "Everyone, please."
The wine glasses were raised to the sky, and the joy was even more overwhelming. At this moment, the villagers drank heavily, but they heard a violent sound of water breaking, and then a huge black shadow rushed out of the water, carrying the river water like a downpour, and the banquet The joy was extinguished in an instant, and in an instant, fear and screams filled the riverside.
"Dragon King! The Dragon King is back!"
"No, no, run away! The Dragon King is angry!"
escape? In front of the Dragon King, no mortal could escape.
The Dragon King's look of contempt swept around, hissed, and swooped down. One person was swallowed into his belly, blood exploded, and more crazy chaos spread.
"He's eating people, he's eating people, give him a sacrifice!"
"I don't want to die, no, help, sacrifice, where is the sacrifice?"
The low fence seemed to be an invisible barrier. The villagers did not rush towards the small courtyard. The small figure in the small courtyard maintained a bystander posture from beginning to end.
Until there was a collision, the fence of the small courtyard tilted, and the woman hung on the fence, "Child, leave quickly, the Dragon King is coming to eat you!"
Zhao Ning's eyes turned to her. Until now, Zhao Ning had not seen her appearance clearly. It seemed that in order to see her clearly, Zhao Ning finally moved. She approached the woman, as close as a claw's length.
It's just that the woman's appearance is blurry, stained with blood and dazzlingly red.
The woman tremblingly stretched out her hand to Zhao Ning, "Let's go..."
Behind her, the Dragon King slaughtered the crowd wantonly, leaving flesh and blood stumps scattered everywhere, and blood filling puddle after puddle.
Zhao Ning's eyes reflected the color of blood, but she seemed not to see the color of blood. She responded to the woman and reached out to hold her hand.
The moment he touched it, what he felt was not the warm fingertips, but the eroded and loose skin.
The skin collapsed at this moment like it was dissolving, and the back part fell apart like the scene collapsed. The last thing that disappeared was the curve of the corner of the woman's mouth. Zhao Ning couldn't tell whether it was relief or sarcasm because of the blurred cognition.
The shattered scene slipped away around Zhao Ning like running water, accompanied by the separation and distortion of time and space.
The outstretched hand was empty, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the slender fingers seemed to pierce the skin close to the phalanges, and Zhao Ning was extremely weak.
When he raised his eyes, he saw a steep mountain wall in front of him. There were traces of scratches going down on the mountain wall. Follow the traces and stop at your feet. At your feet is a bamboo basket filled with various medicinal materials.
A half-eaten rare herb fell to the side. The leaves of the herb were thin, with golden patterns running on them. It was a three-leaf golden grass.
Zhao Ning picked up the golden clover and seemed to remember that she was bitten by the black snake that accompanied the herb, was poisoned, fell off the cliff, and ate it to save herself before fainting.
The strange thing is that she didn't feel lucky to have saved her life. She bent down and picked up the medicine basket, then looked up at the cliff, recalling something, as if something had disappeared.
After being silent for a long time, Zhao Ning lowered her head and walked down the mountain until she was awakened by her empty stomach.
The steward at the foot of the mountain is still oppressive, and the roommate is still mean. When he returns to the gang, there is an undercurrent in the faction, and a disaster lurks.
But before she could finish the night, she was dragged to the ancestral hall by the disciples of the gang and forced to drink a large bowl of strange soup. Within a moment, her head seemed to explode and her body seemed to be burned by high temperature. The blood surged up layer by layer, and the fragile blood vessels in the facial features burst first, and blood flowed from the seven orifices.
I'm dying.
This knowledge did not make Zhao Ning feel scared. She seemed to have lost her emotions and was like a bystander, calmly waiting to faint.
As inconsistent as ever.
The ground was covered with corpses discarded in recent days in Houshan. She had no consciousness, only the instinct of survival. As she was gasping for air, she crawled on the corpses everywhere until she caught a handful of blood mud, and the smell of blood hit her nostrils. It's disgusting when it comes, but ancient books say that the place of burial will form blood evil soil, which is a strange thing that mutates when the death energy is strong. The living will die instantly after taking it, and the dying will be brought back to life.
The process of eating soil is painful, and the instinct of throat contraction and esophageal rejection makes this process even slower.
However, Zhao Ning did not stop until he swallowed.
As if three seconds later, the blood evil spirit was born and fell to the ground, and Zhao Ning fell softly to the ground. The strange power contained in it evaporated bit by bit, and the vitality was reawakened.
Zhao Ning opened her eyes. She wandered around in confusion. After the memory of pouring medicine and dumping the corpses came back, she fell silent. Her eyes fell on the corpses. She paused for a long time and buried the corpses one by one.
A few days later, she climbed up the back mountain and stumbled towards the villa. The back mountain was steep and there was no way to leave. She had to go around the villa and go down the front mountain.
When Li Deshan Villa entered, the sounds of gang fighting could be heard without concealment, and the outsiders' intention to seize the treasure was without concealment. She paused a little in her departure.
The subsequent choices were to go to hospital, kill people, and seize the treasure. It was a replay of a certain story, but Zhao Ning didn't know that she only experienced the shadow of the magnificent world of cultivation after getting the Rejuvenation Art, and devoted herself to it without hesitation. During practice.
The first time she entered samadhi, it was extremely smooth. The aura of heaven and earth came close to her like a tamed spiritual pet.
The ubiquitous sense of disobedience finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.
