pain!
Han Yun felt that every inch of his skin and every meridian was in severe pain as if he had been poisoned. He felt that his life was passing quickly. This was the feeling of death.
he knows,
He had experienced it before.
"Kill all these monsters!"
"I don't want to die!"
"I can't die, my wife, my children..."
"Dad, where are you..."
"I just regret that I am unable to kill all these monsters!"
"Disaster strikes from heaven, martial arts collapses, the martial arts gods are dead, who else can save martial arts!"
"Hate! I hate it! I haven't even taken revenge with my own hands yet!"
The horrific resentment formed by tens of thousands of creatures before they died impacted Han Yun's mind, and he felt as if his soul was about to be torn, dissipated, and annihilated.
Han Yun finally knew why almost all the first batch of demon cultists who entered the core area died, and only one person who came out alive was also crazy.
Such a terrifying impact of resentment would cause too much damage to the soul. Ordinary people would undoubtedly die. Occasionally, those with a strong will or a strong soul would go crazy even if they did not die.
He is now being impacted by these horrific resentments and is trapped in a cage with no way to escape. The resentment has been accumulated for countless thousands of years and he will never be able to survive it.
We must find a way to solve it!
The pain all over Han Yun's body made his hazy brain clearer and he quickly thought of solutions.
Almost all of these people's resentment comes from not being able to take revenge with their own hands, from not being able to kill all those enemies called demons, and a large part of their obsession comes from the severance of martial arts and the failure to pass it on.
Moreover, when faced with a powerful enemy that they could not defeat, no one of these people chose to surrender. They all fought to the death. They are all heroes and need to be respected.
Thinking of this, Han Yun gritted his teeth, stood up forcefully, bowed with his palms clasped, and shouted,
"Seniors, please listen to this junior! I don't know how many years have passed now, but what is certain is that those monsters and demons were all killed by the humans who came to support!
They all died, their bodies fell to this earth, and their souls will never be reincarnated! Your great revenge must be avenged! "
As soon as Han Yun said this, the impact of resentment around him was reduced a lot, and the pain in his soul also eased.
He was overjoyed and continued,
"Furthermore, the martial arts in our martial arts world has not been cut off. Today, martial arts are prosperous, and all people practice martial arts. They have the inheritance of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. There are generals to protect the people, seven major sects to guard the right way, and a powerful dynasty to protect the well-being of the people. This prosperous age in the world, this martial art in the world, is as all the seniors wished.
I also invite all seniors... to return to the ruins! "
Han Yun kept his motionless posture of bowing and clasping his hands, and the resentment around him gradually began to dissipate, and the tingling feeling in his soul also gradually disappeared.
Finally, the last trace of resentment dissipated, and Han Yun felt gratitude from that thought.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the clothes on his body turned into green robes again, and the companions around him also came back, all looking confused and at a loss.
"Just...what happened?"
Fairy Xuanyi asked.
"What did you see?"
Han Yun looked at everyone.
"I saw that Yumen Pass was attacked by the demon and barbarian tribes, and everyone died tragically under their swords."
Qi Xiaoyu's face was pale and her heart was still frightened.
"I saw the destruction of Confucianism and Taoism, and the people of Dachuan were all like barbarians, drinking blood from their hair."
Chai Yuan said seriously.
"I...saw myself killed by my brother."
Wang Fugui chuckled and scratched his scalp in embarrassment.
"And you?"
Han Yun looked at Fairy Xuanyi.
"I saw……"
When Fairy Xuanyi said this, she paused for a moment.
, her pretty face turned slightly red, she gave Han Yun a blank look, and said angrily,
"You don't care what I saw, but what you saw. When I was about to wake up, I seemed to hear you talking. What were you talking about? Did you rescue us?"
Looking at Fairy Xuanyi's expression, Han Yun couldn't guess with his intelligence that the other party's illusion must be related to him.
"It's nothing, let's go, there won't be those things that make people crazy here anymore."
Han Yun took the lead and walked forward. There was a mountain top, where the Martial God Temple was located countless thousands of years ago, and it was also the destination of his trip.
He was about to face his final opponent of the trip.
Everyone was preoccupied, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
Han Yun is still sorting out key information about the Martial Spirit World, the Martial God Temple, the Martial God, and the Buddha.
They were now at the foot of the mountain. After walking up the mountain for more than half an hour, they saw a person sitting on a rock halfway up the mountain.
This man has a majestic appearance and extraordinary appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, clear eyes with a bit of age, a carefree and unrestrained smile on his lips, and a piece of grass that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.
He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a white coat that was simply wrapped around his body, with half of his chest exposed, holding a wine gourd in his hand, taking a sip, wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, laughing, as if no one else was watching, Chic and happy.
"Hey, someone finally walked through that area. It's not easy. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The man chuckled, raised the wine gourd in his hands towards Han Yun and the others, and took another sip.
Han Yun took a single look and knew that this person was not the person he was looking for.
"Isn't this Fairy Xuanyi? Are you here too?"
The white-robed drunkard laughed, jumped down from the big stone, stood in the middle of the road, and looked at everyone, not feeling embarrassed at all.
"Chen Wugui? Why are you here?"
Fairy Xuanyi looked at the white-robed drunkard with her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Chen Wugui? This person is actually..."
Wang Fugui opened his eyes wide and stared at Chen Wuhui in surprise.
"Who is this person?"
Han Yun asked with a frown.
Wang Fugui looked at Han Yun as if he were a rare animal.
"You don't even know about him? This is a third-level strongman who has been famous for many years. He is an expert in using a sword. He is the strongest swordsman in the world at that time. He is known as the Sword Immortal. Although he is a loose man in the world, his swordsmanship is better than that of the Huayin Sword Sect. They are all stronger, and they are addicted to alcohol. They must drink every day. They have also created a set of Drunken Immortal Sword Techniques. The sword's heart is so penetrating that there are few opponents among the third grade.
You have no regrets when you raise your sword and ask your heart, but your face is drunk with a pot of turbid wine.
Wine Sword Fairy!
Chen Wuhui! "
"That's well said. I'm so confused, hahaha, come on, come on."
Chen Wuhui was so drunk that he took another big sip from the wine gourd with a happy smile on his face.
"Chen Wugui, what are you doing here?"
Fairy Xuanyi asked with a frown.
"Me? I am entrusted with the task of being a loyal person, and I am here just to...stop you!"...
Chen Wuhui tapped his fingers, his movements were graceful and natural, and the sword flew out from behind him automatically, hovering in front of him.
(Thank you to Miss Hua Xianzi for reading, rewarding and reminding me of updates every day. Such a kind-hearted little sister must be a little cutie as beautiful as a fairy, um, like Fairy Xuanyi)
