Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 50
After these few days of traveling in the Whirling World, Xin Ziqiu finally felt that his good luck had run out.

This was the first time he felt so powerless...

No matter how critical the situation was before, he had a way to save the day.But the monster in front of him occupying Jia Zhong's body, known as Youquan Sanren, is far stronger and more powerful than he imagined.

Even for experts like Jia Xian and Xu Liang, if three or five of them join forces to attack, they may not be able to win this guy.

And now there is only a comatose Yang Jinhua, and he himself is just an ordinary warrior who doesn't even have real qi, which is not worth mentioning in this world, so why should he fight against Youquan Sanren?
If there are three or five different types of energy in his body, he may still be able to struggle for a while with the magical power of gluttony, but he has already used up all his hole cards before.

The most frustrating thing is that this monster is still well-informed, far from being comparable to Jia Zhong who is an ordinary person, and now he doesn't even give him a chance to fool people, and directly seals his big holes all over his body.

Now, if you want to make a comeback in life and death, unless a miracle happens and the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain come in person, it will be nothing but a dream.

……

Although Xin Ziqiu was determined and witty, but under the pressure of absolute strength at this time, he had no choice but to watch Youquan Sanren slowly prepare for his so-called sacrificial ceremony.

The old monster picked up the antique bronze round tripod from the ground, gently placed it in front of the unconscious Yang Jinhua, grabbed her hand, scratched it lightly with his nails, and suddenly a wound appeared, and blood flowed out.

One drop, two drops...

As Yang Jinhua's blood dripped into the small cauldron, the weird patterns carved on the cauldron gave off a dim light, Youquan Sanren's face showed joy, and he began to mutter words in his mouth.

As the blood gathered more and more, the light of the patterns on the small cauldron became more and more intense, and the cauldron seemed to have suction, and the blood dripping out of Yang Jinhua's wound became faster and faster. It condensed into a thin thread, and later, the blood in the wound almost gushed out.

It didn't take long for the blood to fill the entire small tripod, almost a full liter.

Yang Jinhua's face began to turn extremely pale, and due to the short-term blood loss, her breathing became short of breath, and her body twitched slightly.

Youquan Loose Cultivator was overjoyed, and kept tsk-tsk praising:

"As expected of a martial arts master who has achieved success in cultivating qi, he is full of blood qi and full of real qi, rare, rare!"

As he spoke, he placed the small cauldron and closed the lid.

Not long after, I saw the small cauldron filled with dense air, and puffs of white air steamed up.

This scene was shocking. Although Xin Ziqiu couldn't move, the pattern on his right arm could still feel the extremely pure energy emanating from the small cauldron.

Youquan Sanren was overjoyed, and hurriedly crossed his legs and practiced kung fu, inhaling the white qi into his body.

As the white air entered his mouth and nose, Youquan Sanren's scorched and withered face gradually became shiny, and the gray lines like spider webs gradually faded away.

Soon, he regained his white and clean appearance, and he looked the same as the original Jia Zhong in appearance.

But only Xin Ziqiu knew that the former head of the Jia family had probably completely disappeared from this world, and was replaced by a monster of the Lotus School who possessed terrifying sorcery.

Seeing that Yang Jinhua was dying, the fire of life had begun to dissipate with the blood on his wrist, and he couldn't help feeling sad for the death of a rabbit and a fox in his heart.

Alas, I never thought that I, Xin Ziqiu, would be buried here...

……

Youquan Sanren stood up satisfied, without looking at Yang Jinhua who was lying in a pool of blood, walked straight towards Xin Ziqiu, squatted in front of him, took the sheep-headed skull ring in his hand, played with it, and said:
"Little guy, I'll give you another chance to tell me the whereabouts of the "The Sutra of the Underworld" in your hand, and I'll send you on your way. Otherwise, I don't mind casting a soul search spell. At that time, I'm afraid you will Crying and begging me to kill you."

Xin Ziqiu said coldly:

"I don't know what "The Sutra of the Underworld" is. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you this bastard. If you have any skills, you can use them for me. If your grandfather asks for forgiveness, I'm worthless."

He knew he was going to die, so naturally he was even more unwilling to give in, and he wanted to die with some dignity.

Youquan Loose Cultivator scolded:

"Little bastard, let's see how long you can be stubborn."

As he spoke, he grabbed his right hand and swiped it hard, Xin Ziqiu let out a scream.

His little finger and ring finger were severed, and hot blood sprayed out from the wound as if the faucet had been turned on, which was shocking.

The severe pain caused by physical disability made Xin Ziqiu grit his teeth and gasp for air. If his acupoints were not blocked and unable to move, he would have rolled on the ground long ago.

Even so, he still forced a sneer:
"Come on, your uncle, if you have the ability to continue, see if your grandfather is afraid of you..."

Youquan Sanren saw that his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still refused to give in, knowing that it would be useless to interrogate him again.

He didn't want to search for Xin Ziqiu's soul at first, because this secret method is extremely exhausting and energy-intensive. In addition, he had just succeeded in capturing the house. Although he had absorbed Yang Jinhua's blood, his physical condition was far from its peak, so he rashly used the secret soul-searching technique. , will definitely hurt your spirits.

But the boy in front of him was much tougher than he thought, and he had to pay a price for the precious "Huangquan Zhenjing".

Youquan Sanren snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and pressed the top of Xin Ziqiu's head, chanting an obscure incantation, and on his right arm, a foul smell gradually lingered.

Xin Ziqiu felt as if two sharp awls had pierced his temples, and then penetrated into his skull and kept stirring.

His eyes went dark, and his brain was like thousands of thunderclaps ringing at the same time, his headache was about to split, and the tingling pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

This pain was a thousand times more terrifying than the pain of amputating a finger, but he was powerless to resist.

……

It took only a split second to search for a soul, but to Xin Ziqiu, it seemed to take longer than 100 years.

He was in a daze, almost lost consciousness, and also lost the concept of time.

There is only a little clarity, wrapped in an inexplicable force, like duckweed, faint, floating in an unknown space.

Just when he was ready to face death, in the depths of the altar, a voice sounded:
"Beat him, and hit him hard."

The voice is neither male nor female, but soft and pleasant, with the magical power of enlightenment.

Xin Ziqiu felt as if he had been pushed by someone suddenly, and he suddenly came to his senses. At the same time, he found a strong force rushing out of the pattern on his right arm and entering his body.

This power turned into heat and flowed rapidly through his body. Wherever it went, the closed and astringent acupuncture points were washed away one by one.

Xin Ziqiu immediately regained his freedom of movement. Without thinking, he swung his fist and slammed towards Youquan Sanren's face.

The punch came quickly and unexpectedly.

Youquan Sanren didn't expect that he would rush to open the acupuncture point by himself, this time he was hit hard, only heard a "bang", his face bones were sunken, and his whole body flew out sideways.

This punch was so powerful that even Xin Ziqiu couldn't believe it.

But at this time, he felt a steady flow of power pouring into his body. If he didn't use it freely, his body would almost explode, so he didn't have time to think about it. Quan scattered people.

Youquan Sanren got up and used his arms to fight, only felt that Xin Ziqiu's palm strength was like a mountain pressing down on the top, followed by a sharp pain in his ribs.

Baguazhang, flowers hidden at the bottom of the leaves.

……

(End of this chapter)