Looking at that ugly eye, Su Qing felt quite complicated.
It seems that victory is not too strenuous, but in fact it takes all the effort.
The fight just now was equivalent to the battle of luck in this world. Only one of the two is destined to survive, and cannot use means other than oneself.
Su Qing just used the Five Elements Taoism, all of which were skills of his predecessor. Going to war while the injury has not healed is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife. As long as you are not careful, you will be in an abyss.
If you look closely at Su Qing's face, you will see that there is a dark red under her fair face. The mana surged through his body, making it almost uncontrollable.
Now, let alone continuing to fight, it is difficult to cast even a small spell.
But what forced Su Qing to this point was just a trace of Jin Wu's lingering thoughts. If it were the perfect Golden Crow, it's not hard to imagine how powerful it would be.
"No, it's not even regretful." Su Qing looked at that eye. "It's not so much the remnants of the Golden Crow, but rather the will derived from the remnants of the corpse."
The three-legged Golden Crow has long since died.
It inherited part of the memory of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, including its habits and temperament during its lifetime. But it cannot be regarded as a three-legged golden crow, it can even be said to be two completely different creatures.
"Who turned you into this?" Su Qing asked a question.
Not sure if its body was intact when it came here. But what is certain is that it is definitely not what it is now.
The ancient killing array at Liejian Villa cannot be set up like this.
Su Qing wanted to know who the enemy the killing array was pointing at was.
It is stronger than its current state, and it also uses the prehistoric killing array. But even so, he was still severely injured by the other party.
What kind of enemy would be able to do this?
The result derived cannot be the correct answer. There must be something important that he missed.
"How dare you really... Those are my last nine Golden Crow Feathers... No... You can't do it... How can you do it..."
The blood-red eyes bulged and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound. There was even more madness in his anger, as if his consciousness was not very clear.
It fought with Su Qing for two rounds.
In the first round, the flames refined by the Burning Ganzhou Sacrifice were broken by the Wutong Wood evolved from the Five Elements Taoism.
In the second round, nine golden crow feathers were sacrificed, but they were also destroyed by the golden arrows evolved from the Five Elements Taoism.
It seems like it's just breaking the spell, but in fact it's the same as inflicting heavy damage.
The former destroys the fuel that fuels the fire, while the latter is equivalent to cutting off the foundation.
Now this seemingly scary eye is not even superficial. The original thoughts and memories were greatly affected. It is all supported by the last obsession and may collapse at any time. Even an ordinary warrior can crush it with one foot.
"You just said that there are no immortals in this world and I am the immortal. In other words, the enemy you faced back then was not an immortal. But if not an immortal, what could make you fall into a bitter battle?"
Su Qing looked at the bloody eyes with regret. "The memory has always been incomplete, and now it has been damaged again. It seems that the answer will not be available for the time being."
"Answer? What answer do you want? Do you think I'm done? Do you think it's all over? No, you are wrong!!!"
Sometimes mad and sometimes sober, his blood-red eyes flashed with madness.
"I may die soon, but you will not survive! He is not dead, he is just cultivating like me. When he recovers, he will come to me, and if he can't find me, he will go to you..."
"No matter what you said, I will wait for him, just like I waited for you before." Su Qing raised his hand to gather the light. "Keeping in mind that we come from the same place, I will give you a decent death."
"Jie Jie Jie... You are really generous, but you are still too naive." He laughed wildly with blood-red eyes. "The battle is not over yet, I want you to be buried with me!"
Amid the crazy laughter, the surrounding scenery changed.
Grass grows on the earth and soon withers, and distant mountains collapse and stand again. It seems that the earth is going through time and evolving something new.
"This is..." Su Qing looked around with a strange expression. "Are you going to dream with the memory of a desperate situation?"
"Naive ant... do you think those few golden crow feathers are my last trump card?" He laughed maniacally with blood-red eyes.
"What keeps me alive until now is my will, what sustains me is obsession... Taoism, true fire, are all foreign objects. The most terrifying thing in me is the great fear I experienced at the last moment of my life."
Su Qing was silent.
"Hahahaha, you know, you must know, right?" He continued to laugh with blood-red eyes.
"But you only know that nine of our ten brothers were shot to death by that barbarian. But you don't really understand what we were facing at that moment... But now, you have a chance to experience it."
"The fantasy heart is like a mirror. If you let me dream, you will also fall into my dream." Su Qing's expression became more and more strange, "Do you really want to experience what my desperate situation is like?"
"You?" His blood-red eyes were full of contempt. "Little True Immortal, what can you experience? I remember the sword energy back then. It was left to you by a great Luo. In your eyes or God, it doesn't matter to me."
At this time, the scenery is still changing, and the world on one side is divided into two sides.
Behind the blood-red eyes is what it has experienced, the endless land and vast wilderness. Behind Su Qing is another memory, a battlefield with flags fluttering.
"In view of your past glory, I really want to give you a decent death." Su Qing said, "You still have one last chance to accept this magical power."
Both sides are in the same position as the other and will soon experience the same desperate situation that the other side has experienced.
"With your magical powers, do you just rely on this memory of the battlefield? I thought you had experienced something." The blood-red eyes became more and more disdainful.
"The barbarian's nine arrows back then were not purely his own power, but borrowed the power of heaven. Do you know what it feels like to have the power of a saint, tearing apart and destroying everything you have? You are just a human battlefield, how can you know what it is? That’s the real terror.”
A tall figure appeared behind the blood-red eyes.
A tall man wearing animal skins, with a majestic and powerful appearance. He held a big bow in his hand and ten sharp arrows in his quiver.
He picked up an arrow, pointed it somewhere in the sky, and shot it out.
A mere image without any magic power.
Su Qing had just shot arrows, but there was no comparison with this man. It seems like an ordinary arrow, but it is like a full bow pulling up mountains. After the arrow was shot, the world suddenly darkened, and it seemed that the entire world was taken away.
Just now, Su Qing was just fighting, and this man in animal skin was really shooting at the sun.
Then the man shot two more arrows, pointing much closer to Su Qing. By the third arrow, it was even closer.
Arrow after arrow, the more terror Su Qing could experience. Just with the second arrow, the soul was shaken. If it were anyone else, he would probably collapse if he couldn't support three or four arrows.
However, these are very important to Su Qing...
"He is worthy of being a marksman with an eternal reputation." Su Qing looked at the figure and silently comprehended the truth. It's rare to see this, and you can't miss this opportunity.
As for those blood-red eyes and those traces of golden crow's lingering thoughts, they haven't laughed for a long time. Su Qing didn't look at it either, because it was the same whether he looked at it or not.
"This, what on earth is this place..."
The blood-red eyes were swollen a lot now, as if they were about to explode at any moment.
This is a battlefield in the human world, but no one is fighting.
The first thing I saw was a weirdo with long hands in his eye sockets, fanning wildly, causing fire and smoke to fill the sky.
The weirdo is not very powerful, but the fan is really powerful. The flames and smoke stirred up could even make the Golden Immortal lose his sight.
Of course, these are nothing to the blood-red eyes, but it will be different next.
After a brief blink of an eye, a Taoist priest came closer carrying a big sword.
Without saying a word, it was just a sword strike.
Yes, this is the Great Luo Jinxian. The sword intent conveyed in the memory image was exactly the same as the one that defeated Wu Shengjian back then.
But this sword is obviously stronger.
Because the sword energy that struck back then had been warmed up, it was far less terrifying than the sword energy that the Taoist chopped out. There's something wrong with that sword. It looks like a saint's treasure.
His body was split open by a sword, and his mind was shaken to pieces. Before he could take a breath, he met another Taoist.
Holding a large sword with a very similar shape, he stabbed him to the core.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the body flew to another place and met the Taoist holding a big sword again. He also held a long sword that was suspected to be a saint's treasure and slashed at him in the air.
Then, there is a fourth one...
"These four people...these four swords...this is...you, what have you experienced..."
The blood-red eyes shed tears, and there was a faint tendency to crack.
The arrow that was shot at it was boundless, but none of the four swords were weaker than that arrow.
Originally, one sword attack should have killed him, but the battle situation was too tragic. Before his life was annihilated, he was stabbed by others.
The four forces strangled everything, but reached a delicate balance.
"It's still wrong... This balance won't last long, and his body will still be annihilated... There must be some strength left, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come here alive..."
Just when Blood Red Eyes thought of this, the scene changed again.
After being stabbed to death by four different Taoists with four different swords, he fell into the middle of a melee between three veteran Taoists and two monks.
Some people ride on a green ox with a cane, while others ride on a Kui ox with a sword. Some people hold the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and some people...
"ah!!!!!!!"
The blood-red eyes couldn't hold on any longer.
Countless cracks appeared, and the eyes cracked little by little. With the previously unimaginable horror, consciousness was lost bit by bit.
However, at the last moment of losing consciousness, I still couldn't help but think of a question.
"How did he survive..."
…
The villagers raise large dogs, which are aggressive in nature and are feared by all dogs. One day, I went out with my dog, but the other dogs avoided me. The only dog was not afraid and lay down on the road to have a good sleep. The villagers were displeased and drove their dogs to provoke him. His mouth was instantly lost, but he still didn't hear his voice. The villagers were greatly frightened and asked why the dog was so brave. Passers-by said, "It's bald, but it's actually a lion."
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
