Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"Master?!"

Several Yangzhi Sect disciples hurriedly ran over to check Zong Wu's specific injuries.

But just one look made them burst into tears.

Zong Wu's chest was completely blank at the heart level, and he could even see through the hole the red carpet of precious flowers below.

The heart was completely shattered.

Blood and other things were also sucked dry in an instant.

Even a master-level expert would not be able to survive such an injury.

Zongwu was no exception, he had no breath.

His eyes were opened angrily and unwillingly, with regret, pity, and anger towards his enemy in front of him, but his hatred could not be avenged.

Everyone was stunned.

No one, Zhao Ziyang or Kou Hu, could have imagined that what was originally agreed to be just a sparring match would end up costing lives!

"Master!!!! Blood debt must be paid with blood! I want revenge!!!!"

A loyal disciple cried out, pulled out his long sword, and wanted to fight Fang Jiulian desperately.

But he was held tightly by his companions and couldn't rush past.

"Sorry, the power is a bit too strong and I can't control it." Fang Jiu didn't even look here, but shrugged and said with regret, "It's a pity that he was just a little bit short of strength. It hurts me."

Buzz…

Suddenly, the whole hall was boiling.

The feeling of sadness over the death of a rabbit and a dog filled the hearts of the remaining six heads.

However, with Kou Hu above suppressing everything, they did not dare to act rashly, and they all looked aside with hope.

Zhao Ziyang was still sitting steadily, everything that happened appeared in his eyes.

Here, only he can compete with Kou Hu.

"Master, no matter what...we are always of the same blood..."

"That's right...you don't care when we are attacked, you don't care about the split of Jingtianzhuang...but now, it's time for you to take charge, right?"

"The owner of the village..."

The disciples who followed Zong Wu were wailing loudly, kneeling down in front of Zhao Ziyang and crying loudly.

"Master, you must make the decision for us! Even if I, Yangzhiyuan, made mistakes before, we should not be in the situation we are in now. Besides, Zongwu is the new leader, what does his past mistakes have to do with him? ? "What's wrong?"

Bang!

Bang bang! !

Bang bang bang! ! !

There was a crisp sound when his forehead hit the bluestone floor tile.

One after another echoed in the empty hall.

"Please, the owner of the village, make the decision for me, Yangzhiyuan!!!!"

Shocking blood slowly flowed from his forehead, and soon a small pool of red blood appeared on the ground.

The hysterical cries touched people's hearts.

Zhong Han turned his head and couldn't bear to look.

It wasn't just her, there were also many people who couldn't bear to turn their heads, their eyes full of sorrow and pity.

"..."

Zhao Ziyang slowly closed his eyes and said nothing.

But his breathing gradually became thicker, and a majestic aura gradually rose from his body.

It feels like a volcano that has experienced an earthquake and is about to erupt.

Many old people who were originally from Jingtian Village are also beginning to gather their strength. They just wait for an order to completely break up with the government army.

Even Zhao Ziyang himself admitted just now that the Jingtian Seventh Courtyard that had split off had nothing to do with the main line of Jingtian Village.

But for the old man who was born and grew up in Jingtianzhuang, this feeling still exists.

They still believe that they still have hope for Zhao Ziyang, and believe that Zhao Ziyang was forced to do this due to the situation and desperation.

"What...Brother Ziyang, do you want to get involved in the fun and discussion of the juniors?"

At this time, the aloof Kou Hu smiled slightly and spoke lightly.

"Sparring, you say this is sparring?" Zhao Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes.

The air around him suddenly tightened, making him breathless.

"Isn't this just a sparring match?" Kou Hu smiled, "The sparring was intense, and I didn't know how to measure it properly, and it was a little rough and heavy. I can't blame others. I can only blame myself for not being good at learning."

He glanced at the old man in Jingtianzhuang who was excited and eager to try. The fierce aura behind him disappeared in a flash.

"What, did you tell me the rules beforehand? If anyone is dissatisfied, I can discuss it with him."

Silence fell.

Compared to Zhao Ziyang, Kou Hu's ferocious aura was simply too ferocious.

The powerful strength that is enough to suppress all dissatisfied voices is the confidence of Fang Jiulian to kill him brazenly.

"You...?!" Zhao Ziyang clenched his fists and suppressed his anger.

How could he not know that this was Kou Hu trying to defend Fang Jiulian with strong arguments?

"Kou Hu, don't bully others too much!" He stared at the other person closely and gritted his teeth.

"I said, this was just an accident. Mistakes in sparring often happen, just like on the battlefield. Life and death are unpredictable, and emergencies will always happen." Kou Hu said calmly.

"Teacher, I was the one who missed first. Why don't I learn the tricks of the number one master in Huayang City? Even if I get killed by mistake, I won't have any complaints."

Fang Jiulian strode forward, with the blood left by Zong Wu still on his body, dripping down, looking like a murderous maniac, extremely oozing.

"Brother Ziyang, I really didn't lie to you. I really didn't expect that a sparring session would lead to death."

Kou Hu looked at him calmly and said seriously.

"If you don't believe it, feel free to question anyone present."

He knew that Zhao Ziyang would not take action.

Just like the previous oppression and temptation, I will continue to endure it.

The air was deathly still, filled with wordless silence.

Zhong Han looked at Zong Wu's corpse on the ground, whose skin had gradually turned blue and cold, the small pool of blood in front of Zhao Ziyang, and his tightly clenched fists.

My heart suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and an inexplicable sadness emerged.

Sometimes, just surviving is really not as good as fighting vigorously.

She believed that not only herself, but also several other heads of the academy thought the same way.

Everyone in Jingtianzhuang was looking at Zhao Ziyang, waiting for him to make a decision.

On the government army's side, following Huangfu's gesture, large numbers of soldiers in black armor appeared and were scattered in the corners of the hall.

They are waiting too.

Wait for Zhao Ziyang to make a decision.

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Ziyang slowly stood up, as if he had made the most difficult decision in his life.

He looked at Kou Hu, who had a calm look on his face, and then at the leaders of the hospital who were waiting for him to issue orders.

"Retreat, let's go!!!"

He waved his hand, and his words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His figure flashed, and he staggered away in a hurry.

"Master?!"

The disciple of Yangzhi Sect, with his forehead covered in blood and even blood and tears oozing from his eyes, howled in grief while holding Zong Wu's body.

"I am not willing to accept it... I am not willing to support Zhizong... From today on, I will support Zhizong and have nothing to do with Jingtianzhuang anymore!!!"

Lian Jin, the head of the Huying Sect and a Taoist of the Three Jue, glared at Zhao Ziyang's figure and roared: "Zhao Ziyang, is this your choice? You are not worthy at all!"

"From today on, our Huying Sect will also be separated from Jingtian Village and will no longer have any connection with it."

"I reprint the door the same way."

"The same goes for the Mingfeng Sect. They will never return to Jingtian Village again."

"My floating light door..."

All the former heads of the hospital were completely heartbroken by Zhao Ziyang's choice, and with deep feelings, they quickly evacuated.

Zhong Yunxiu took Zhong Han and Han Yi away with a sad look on his face.

In the night wind.

Han Yi looked back at the magnificent hall.

Zongwu's body was still lying there quietly, and the disciples of Yangzhizong were all dejected, with dull eyes. There is no hope for the future in them.

Before Yangzhizong, it was the most powerful branch in the entire Jingtianzhuang, but the two consecutive heads of the branch both died unexpectedly.

Soon, Yangzhizong, a large force that separated from Jingtianzhuang, will gradually weaken due to lack of strength, and will eventually disappear completely.

only......

Han Yi sighed inwardly.

What was originally a show of authority has now turned into a tragedy.

It is impossible to say that former academy leaders like Zhong Han have no hatred for the government army.

He had a hunch that this was not over yet.

Neither they nor the government army would give up.

............

Looking at the meeting hall where the people dispersed and gradually became empty.

Kou Hu and Fang Jiulian did not stop them, they just watched quietly and allowed them to leave, with inexplicable expressions appearing on their faces.

"Jiulian, it is true that you were wrong this time and acted recklessly. You can beat people to death, but not now." After most of the people had left, Kou Hu scolded him lightly.

"Teacher, I used to have the same idea as you. I thought that these martial arts sects should be treated more gently and slowly. But..."

Fang Jiulian shook his head: "You also saw the behavior of the Jingtianzhuang gang at the banquet just now. They are weak and incompetent, greedy for life and afraid of death. Such people have adapted to a comfortable life and have no desire to make progress. They have no enterprising ideas. , rotten.

I have given them too many opportunities before, but the result is still the same. Abandoning great righteousness for small gains, only focusing on the little interests in their own hands, without any concept of unity and cooperation for the overall situation... Even if they have so many resources, there is not a single outstanding person. They're all clowns.

Mud that cannot hold up the wall will not hold up the wall after all. This has fully proved that the conservative martial arts sects are no longer adaptable to the current situation and should be eliminated. "

"Hmm...that's right." Kou Hu pondered for a moment, "What do you want to do?"

"This matter is simple..." Fang Jiulian said with a smile, "Since Zhao Ziyang has clearly drawn a clear line, we will not move at Jingtian Village. The remaining seven sects are naturally independent forces. Then we can start with this The seven families started to harvest all their money and food...

Now I have seen that, compared to the loose cohesion of martial arts sects, the aristocratic families tied by blood are the main force to resist the demon army, implement the New Deal, and ultimately counterattack the demon world. "

At this point, he smiled ferociously: "Teacher, believe it or not, the numbers reported by those people just now definitely have a lot of hidden secrets.

If they could all be gathered together...all the resources harvested this time would be supplied to the head of the bloodline family, enough to create several second-awakening bloodlines that could rival the Great Demon. "

"Let me think about it..." Kou Hu closed his eyes and pondered.

After a while, he sighed and said: "Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to establish the dignity of the government army, and then recruit a group of good hands from the Jingtianzhuang lineage to serve as the vanguard of the army. Now it seems... .That’s all…

Zhao Ziyang is indeed old, and his ambitions have long been wiped out. The martial arts sects under him are not up to the task... Let's do as you say.

The Ninth Company, take the Five Tigers and take action overnight before the news leaks out. ”

He has been in the army for many years, and has killed countless people. As a ruthless man who has fought through blood and rain, he naturally understands the principle of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

Even if the banquet tonight, his original intention was just to take the opportunity to collect a wave of food and grass, establish his prestige and confirm the status of the government army. But plans are not as good as changes.

An accident still happened.

He accidentally killed the old man of Jingtianzhuang.

Although when they were present, the people of Jingtianzhuang did not show hatred for the government army.

But Kou Hu knew that this was just a superficial concealment.

This is a seed of hatred, and it is hard to say when it will explode.

Especially according to the plan set before, they will soon move to the front line of the battlefield, and the rear will be empty. It is not appropriate to rashly leave such a barrel of explosives.

So since the face has been torn apart, don't show mercy, and strike first.

After catching the person afterwards, just find a crime to put on it, and the matter will be considered settled. . Anyway, these martial arts sects have done some illegal things more or less on weekdays, so it is not difficult to find a crime.

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At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

On the small road in the suburbs, trees stand on both sides, and shadows are looming.

Zhou Yunsheng held the reins tightly in his hands, his face was ugly, and it seemed that water could drip.

His eyes were red and swollen, as if he had just cried. There was a circle of white bandages around his forehead, and blood was faintly seeping out.

"Big Brother, what should we do..." The female disciple sitting next to him asked timidly.

"......"

Zhou Yunsheng looked back.

Surrounded by men and women of the same age as him, their eyes revealed pessimism, helplessness, and confusion.

They were all looking at him.

There was a silence for a while.

Zhou Yunsheng said: "Let's go back first, settle the master's body, and then run to the countryside to hide. When we have achieved success in cultivation, we will find a way to avenge the master. "

No matter what, he is Zong Wu's eldest disciple, and the oldest and most prestigious person in this group.

The elders are all dead, and now at this time, he needs to make decisions, take responsibilities, and determine the future of Yangzhi Sect.

Fortunately, the inheritance of real skills is still there, and the house deeds, land deeds and meat fields are still there. As long as you escape in time now, there will always be hope to survive.

"Okay... We will listen to the eldest brother..." The female disciple wiped away her tears silently and looked back at Zong Wu's body.