Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1347 Bloody

That attack seemed to have hit the Zong Qi, arousing a crimson spiritual force, and a mysterious humming sounded within a hundred meters.

"Om-"

"You..." The fifth son gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but found that the figure not far away...was drenched in blood, and he was no longer human.

Rao is the fifth son who has a cruel heart. Since he came to power, he has killed countless people of his tribe with extremely cruel means, and he can't help being shocked by the horrible scene in front of him.

In order to get rid of the control and control of the ayahuasca, the other party cut off the part that had been swallowed by the ayahuasca with his own hands, his right hand and half of his arm... how can he still live?

This requires more than determination, this person doesn't regard himself as a human being at all, and is so cruel that he is heinous.

Not only the fifth son, but everyone who happened to see this scene nearby was in a cold sweat and their scalps were numb.

If they were lucky enough to survive this battle, this scene must have become an unforgettable nightmare for them for a long time.

The other party is naturally impossible to live.

The moment the fifth son implanted the ayahuasca into him, he couldn't live.Ayahuasca is greedy by nature, and will not stop until it sucks the host clean.The Fifth Son can't quite handle these scary little things either.

Speaking of which, these worms are the novelty gadgets that the Fifth Son got from visitors from other places. At first, he only thought they were novelties and bought them for fun. Later, he made a little modification and became the terrifying existence he is today.

He had only cultivated it before what happened today, and he didn't have time to use it. He didn't expect to use it directly in this field of life and death.

The fifth son thought that the other party would not be able to survive. He saw the effect with his own eyes, and it was better than he imagined.It never occurred to them that all the dead men of the Mingyue Sect were lunatics. They had been trained long ago, and they did not regard themselves as living beings.

Ayahuasca is indeed terrifying. It can instantly erode the spiritual power, meridians, and flesh in the human body, turning a strong body into an existence like rotten wood in an instant.

This process is really painful.Even if they are domesticated as dead soldiers, people are still people, and they cannot escape from the five senses that people are born with.They also hurt.

The Taoist of the Mingyue Sect only feels pain and pain, so he screams.

But at the same time, he didn't forget what mission he came with.This is their destiny and the reason why they are alive today.

It hurts, it hurts too much.Since it hurts so much, then die.

The Taoist's eyes were blurred by blood, and he couldn't see everything in front of him, just like he couldn't see the future ahead.

He deserved to die too, instead of being dragged down by this crippled body and watching the other party sabotage their plan, he might as well use this humble life to do one last thing for the sect he loves.Think of it as a reward for taking in him who was homeless in the first place.

It was usually the first time he got a sword that belonged to him, and he didn't have time to cherish it, but he didn't expect to use it to drink the dying blood of his master in the end.

With his left hand that had never held a sword before, the Taoist held up the uniform spirit sword equipped by the Mingyue Sect, and slashed towards his right side.

He only felt his eyes go blank, the pain took his consciousness out of this world, and the remaining consciousness was still functioning.

He remembered things from a long time ago...

"Yan'er... Yan'er..."

"Hey, Dad... I'm here!"

"Why are you staying here? The neighbor's Ah Jun said that you ran away playing and playing with others, and said that you will not be asked to play with him in the future. Otherwise, the children of other families will not play with him. Why are you making a fuss, why don't you have fun together?" The man pretended to cry when he heard it, with a doting smile in his tone.

"I don't!" "Oh, you..." The child was very willful, with a sense of anger, and the voice seemed to be still on the ground and refused to get up.

"I won't!"

"Then tell me why you lost your temper. Tell dad a reason, and I'll buy you sugar cakes when you go back. Let me tell you, if we father and son don't go back, your mother will be angry, maybe you didn't." I had dinner..."

"Those people will bully me." The boy's voice was muffled, very low.

"Every time...every time, I'm the big villain, or a dead body. That Zhang Jun will choose it himself, and every time he is the big hero, the big swordsman. It's not fair, I want to be the big hero too , my father is the catcher who protects everyone in the village, I can't disgrace you."

"Hehe..." The person on the opposite side seemed to be amused and helpless: "You guys are really small ghosts. You only know what a hero is when you are young? And your father and I are just earning two liters of public food Little detective, what kind of hero is this? This is too outrageous."

"I don't care, Daddy is a good man, I will be a great hero who saves people like Daddy." For some reason, the child became even more aggrieved as he talked, and stayed sternly.

The man understood that the other party must have heard some bad words from nowhere, and then got poked for some reason, and he was losing his temper at the moment.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, you don't need to talk about it. Let's go and buy you sweet cakes. But this... it's our secret, don't tell your mother."

Hearing this, the child who was crying sadly broke through his tears and started laughing.

"My Yan'er will be a great hero in the future, and she must also be a good person and save many, many people..." The man's shadow is very faint, and it has long been a blurred figure in his memory for several years.

Is he grown up now and is a big hero?

No, Yan'er was not, and... also killed a lot of people.But he doesn't regret it, he just wants to be the hero of Little Bright Moon Sect selfishly.

As for the good guy... the real Yan'er was drowned in the sea of ​​fire along with his parents and the whole village decades ago that night, and the only one who survived was Wu Yan, the dead soldier of Mingyue Sect.

Those aristocratic families should be damned, it was they who ruined his family and his smooth life, just for their own greedy selfish desires.But his family remained in the sea of ​​fire forever, in that painful night.

How could he not hate this?

It is a bit of consolation to be able to drag the blood of so many aristocratic families into the soil before dying.

The remaining consciousness gradually dissipated, and he felt that everything in front of him became more and more hazy, his soul was light, and he felt unprecedented looseness and relief.

It turns out that death is such a comfortable feeling, which reminds him of the embrace of his mother after a long absence.

The last image left in consciousness is the family of three sitting at a small table talking and laughing, and the smiles on their faces are so happy.

"Yan'er, come quickly." The woman said affectionately.The man next to him put his arms around his wife's shoulders and raised his chin at him, as if calling him over.

"coming……"

(End of this chapter)