The small bones of Zhuo Fanlin's right arm have been taken out, leaving only a pair of weak flesh hanging on the forearm. He wanted to struggle but couldn't move, so he could only let the green shadow become a fish.
Qingying played with the arm bone in his hand and looked at Zhuo Fanlin with interest: "How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"
"You've just removed one bone and you can't stand it anymore?" As he spoke, Qingying moved his arm and inserted it into Zhuo Fanlin's chest, holding his heart with his slender fingers and pinching it twice. Blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Zhuo Fanlin's mouth. He looked at the green shadow in front of him fiercely.
"How is it? Do you want to die? But how could I let you die?" Qingying took his hand out of his chest and broke off one of his ribs: "The pain you have suffered is not as severe as that of my dragon son and grandson. One of them."
"My clan has never done anything like torturing people. I don't know what the process is." Qingying said in a confused tone: "How about you teach me? Aren't your human clan the best at this?"
As soon as the voice fell, Qingying released the restriction on him. Zhuo Fanlin's body fell to the ground, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he pinched the Dao Seal on his left hand, trying to recover from his injuries. Will Qingying give him a chance? He stepped on his arm and said, "Didn't I tell you how to torture people? What do you want to do?"
The strength on his feet increased little by little, and Zhuo Fanlin kicked his feet on the ground, resisting the pain and not screaming. How could he be afraid of this pain after practicing for so many years? It's just that every blow of this Qingying didn't know what method he used. It not only hit him, but also directly hit his soul and consciousness.
Is this the Immortal Emperor? Looking at the fingers that gradually stretched towards his eyes, the huge gap in strength made Zhuo Fanlin feel despair.
A long sword flew past, and Qingying had no time to dodge. The hand reaching for Zhuo Fanlin was cut off from the wrist and he hurriedly retracted it.
"Who! Dare to attack me secretly?" Qingying looked towards the direction of the sword but found nothing. Just as he was about to spread his consciousness to search, he heard loud laughter from behind.
"Hahaha, Zhuo Fanlin, how did you end up in such a situation?" The visitor leaned on his sword and laughed.
"Who is your Excellency?" Qingying was a little wary of the intruder, even though he was careless and unprepared. But not just anyone can cut off his own body. Even Taiyi Golden Immortal would have to waste some effort if he wanted to cut through his skin.
Zhuo Fanlin raised his lips helplessly: "Why are you so lazy today?"
"I also want to hurry up, but the space for several miles around is imprisoned, and there is nothing I can do."
Qingying was a little angry when he saw that this person still ignored him, but he didn't dare to take action rashly: "What do you want, your Excellency?"
The visitor turned to look at Qingying impatiently: "If I remember correctly, I didn't talk to you."
"You are looking for death!" Qingying thought that he was so polite to him, but not only did this man not appreciate it, he was also so arrogant, and he suddenly became furious. He ducked and raised his hand to attack this person.
Only then did Zhuo Fanlin realize that Qingying's palm that had just been cut off had grown back again.
The person who came here casually pulled out the long sword, raised his hand to block it, and when the sword fingers intersected, there was a sound of metal colliding and sparks flying out. The surrounding soil flew around these two people, forming a large pit. Zhuo Fanlin had no time to sigh before he was thrown out by the aftermath.
Qingying didn't get a single move and quickly backed away, staring at the sword in the man's hand.
This long sword received a blow from me with 70% of my strength, and it was still intact. It would have broken even if it was just a high-level immortal weapon! He asked doubtfully: "Imperial weapon? It turns out that you have something to rely on. No wonder you are so arrogant."
An imperial weapon requires at least several Immortal Emperors to join forces. In addition, countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures need to be forged with Emperor Qi for 7,749 days to refine into an imperial embryo. It is even more difficult to become a complete imperial weapon. Since the fall of the immortal emperors in ancient times, there has been no emperor in the world, and no one has the strength to forge imperial weapons.
At the same time, he was overjoyed. He had just broken through to the Immortal Emperor realm when he felt that his descendants were being killed. He just wanted to give the world a warning, but he did not expect to encounter such a treasure. It happened that he had not yet found a weapon to take advantage of after becoming emperor. Suddenly he had the intention to kill people and seize treasures.
Seeing Qingying's blazing eyes, the man shook the long sword in his hand and threw it out: "Want it? Then I'll give it to you!"
Qingying was overjoyed. He didn't expect this man to be so stunned. He must have been ignorant of the goods and didn't recognize the value, so he hurriedly raised his hand to take it.
This sword looks extremely ordinary, no wonder this person doesn't know about it. Qingying held the long sword in his hand and couldn't wait to inject Qi. The long sword trembled sharply, making a buzzing sound at the same time, and turned into ashes the next moment.
Qingying looked at the man in shock and shouted angrily: "How dare you play tricks on me!"
What kind of imperial weapon is this? Not even the lowest quality mortal weapon!
The man pretended to be innocent: "I didn't say what kind of imperial weapon it was, I just gave it to you if you wanted it. Anyway, I have more in my house, do you want it?"
"You, you, you." Qingying saw his expression of dismissing a beggar and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"What am I?" The man said with a slight smile: "Whether a weapon is strong or not depends not on its quality, but on who uses it!"
"Besides, killing you is a distraction, so it's unnecessary to use weapons!" One second he was smiling, and the next second he was murderous. He gently grasped his right hand in the air, and the green shadow's body disappeared.
A ray of blue light shot into the sky.
"I haven't said you can leave yet." The man waved his robe and the green light was taken back into his hand: "Since your clan was not involved in what happened seven hundred years ago, I won't kill you today and will go back and give it to you. Say something to yourself, this is not a place where you people can just come if you want!"
"Since you have become an emperor, I think the people in the human race will be a little afraid of you. Go and tell them not to worry about this place, otherwise I will definitely go find them myself!"
After saying that, he opened his palms and let the green light leave.
"When I went out to play, I also thought about what the saint who named this village thought. If it doesn't produce wine, why would it be called Zuilong Village? Today I understand. I guess the person who named it wrong heard it. It should be Zhuilong Village. Yes." The man walked up to Zhui Fanlin with a smile on his face. Zhuo Fanlin could only laugh along.
"You have abided by our agreement. I will help you generously once." As he said that, Zhuo Fanlin felt a vitality entering his body, and his injuries began to recover at an alarming speed.
Seven hundred years ago,
"Zhuo Fanlin, as long as you are here, you have to protect the people of that area. If you agree, I will spare your lives."
Zhuo Fanlin smiled bitterly. After a while, his injuries were completely recovered, and the affected areas were restored to their original state. He looked at him and asked, "What state are you in now?"
"Who knows?"
There was no trace of the person.
Back in the village, Zhuo Fanlin pointed his sword towards the sky and chanted the magic formula loudly: "Disperse!" Everyone in the village woke up.
"What's going on? Why did I fall asleep? Huh? Why is that young man missing?" When the old man woke up, he found that Xie Wule was missing and could not recall why he suddenly fell asleep.
Xie Wule stood up from the stone bridge, his heart beating wildly. He raised his head and looked under the stone bridge. The sword hilt was still there. He confirmed his memory over and over again, fearing that it was his imagination.
He suddenly fainted and thought he had been drugged by the old man. After a while, he woke up and found that the old man was sleeping beside him. He must have misunderstood him.
No matter how Xie Wule shook and shouted to the old man, the old man did not respond. Xie Wule endured his dizziness and walked out of the yard. He wanted to go to the village medicine shop to buy some medicinal materials to relieve dizziness.
"Hey, wake up."
"What’s wrong with you?"
After walking a certain distance, he found some people lying on the street and some leaning against the wall. Their symptoms were the same as those of the old man. At this moment he realized, could it be that the whole village was suffering from the same unknown disease?
Just when Xie Wule was puzzled, an even more incredible scene happened. The hilt of the ancient sword under the stone bridge suddenly buzzed, and the iron chain was broken immediately. Many fragments wrapped in light blue light came from different places at the bottom of the river. Fly up and follow the hilt of the sword.
Xie Wule looked in the direction where they were flying. He saw a giant/thing he didn't know what it was fighting with one person. The man waved his long sword emitting blue light, and the giant/thing was cut into two pieces. Turn into ashes.
Xie Wule wanted to continue to wait and see, but the dizziness became stronger and stronger, and he finally lost consciousness again.
Now that Xie Wule was fully awake, he realized that the giant thing was very similar to the description of the dragon in the strange records he had read before. It must be the legendary dragon, and the person who killed the dragon was naturally also It’s an immortal!
Although the descriptions of immortals in the novels I read before were not as good as those of dragons and phoenixes, I thought that dragons and phoenixes were stronger for a long time. But now I saw them and realized that immortals are better.
If I hadn't seen them with my own eyes, I would never believe their existence, and I would completely regard them as the imagination of the authors of those books.
Now the hilt of the ancient sword is still here, which means that the immortal is very likely to be living in seclusion in this village. If I find it and immediately bow down and learn a few tricks from the immortal, won't I be able to stand out from the crowd?
Xie Wule's mind was occupied by the plots of many novels he had read. He was so excited that he lost half of his sanity.
After a while, Xie Wule calmed down. He didn't see the immortal's appearance but only his back. How could he look for it? Even if the immortal appeared in front of him, he would not recognize him.
What's more, we can all disguise ourselves as others. Immortals have more magical skills. Isn't it easy to change our appearance?
Thinking of this, Xie Wule was inevitably a little depressed, as if an opportunity to get rich was placed in front of him but he failed to grasp it.
Xie Wule suddenly raised his head as if he thought of something. Although he didn't know if it was his imagination, but when he looked at the back of the immortal, he felt that the immortal was very similar to himself, which was very strange. This is the first time I have felt this way.
If this feeling is true, then I will definitely be able to recognize the immortal when he appears again.
In Zuilong Village, everyone was discussing why they suddenly fainted. There were different opinions, but there was no convincing explanation for everyone, so they just let it go. Zhuo Fanlin listened to the villagers' discussion with great interest and continued to fish alone on the stone bridge.
Xie Wule had been staying in the village for several days, but still found nothing. On the stone bridge, he was staring at the river in trance, with the thin thread blinking up and down. Xie Wule was surprised like a dream: "Old sir, fish!"
