Start: Confined By The System And Become Mentally Ill

"Where's your sword?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the real energy in his body surged.

Even though Lu Chuan had been sentenced to death in his heart.

But he still mobilized all his strength and prepared to kill Lu Chuan with one blow.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

Contempt and arrogance have always been the easiest steps into the abyss of death.

How could an old monster like the Blood Ancestor, who had lived for so long, not know the truth behind this.

As the true energy was mobilized crazily, thick blood mist spewed out of the old man's body.

The scope of this blood mist expanded rapidly, covering dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

Wherever the blood mist passed, everything withered, rotted and fester.

At this time, this land has fallen into a lifeless hell.

Facing this blood mist with powerful corrosive power, Lu Chuan remained unmoved.

Slowly he raised his skinny old hand.

"sword……"

Lu Chuan softly uttered a word, but the next moment, like a deflated ball, his arms drooped.

"Oh, forget it, I won't use a sword to deal with you, a dead novice."

Even though the old man has been sealed for tens of thousands of years and his strength is damaged, he still has the strength of the peak of the Seventh Realm.

How arrogant and arrogant it is to say such words to a monk at the peak of the Seventh Realm.

"Ignorant people will be doomed, hehehe... they will be buried in a blood coffin."

The old man laughed strangely and clenched his fist fiercely at Lu Chuan.

The next moment, there was a loud noise.

A bloody coffin fell rapidly from above Lu Chuan's head.

"boom!"

The blood-colored coffin was suddenly opened, and blazing blood spurted out from the coffin, and the world was once again dyed a suffocating blood red.

When Wu Sheng saw the bloody coffin, his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

In the ancient books of the Hundred Ghost Sect, the proud magical power of the Blood Ancestor was recorded.

The blood coffin is formed by the accumulation of filthy things. Being locked in it can not only pollute the monk's true essence and sea of ​​consciousness, but can even directly refine them.

Back then, the Blood Ancestor relied on this skill to kill a large number of masters.

Facing the blood coffin, Lu Chuan stood still without making any unnecessary movements.

He just watched the old man's performance with great interest, as if he were watching a monkey show.

In the end, he even let the big bloody coffin shut him in.

This calm look completely angered the old man.

The old man waved his hand and closed the coffin tightly.

"Today I will make your spirit and soul annihilate in order to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

The old man pinched the spell in his hand, and at the same time, strange and mysterious runes began to appear on the big blood-colored coffin.

These runes flashed with intense red light as the old man pinched the spell.

"break!"

The old man shouted quickly.

"boom!"

The entire bloody coffin exploded.

Fiery heat waves spurted out along with the loud noise.

The billowing blood mist rose into the sky like a sandstorm, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed in the sky.

A shock wave visible to the naked eye followed the coquettish blood flower across the sky.

The whole world was awakened.

How terrifying this is.

Seeing this fascinating scene, Wu Sheng bent down and became more respectful.

"Haha, although I'm a little rusty, it's more than enough to kill an old dog..."

The old man looked at the center of the explosion, grinned proudly with his withered mouth.

The thick blood mist gradually dissipated.

However, when he saw the old, rickety figure standing quietly in the center of the explosion, the old man's heart contracted suddenly.

Under the blood coffin, this dead old man was intact?

"A dishonest dog is a dishonest dog. It's noisy but powerful. You're just trying to compete with your mother!"

Lu Chuan twisted his neck and then started to move.

"call out!"

There was a sudden explosion in the air.

Lu Chuan brought up the phantoms and arrived in front of the old man in an instant.

Fast, too fast, so fast that no one can react at all.

Before the shock on the old man's face faded, Lu Chuan pinched his neck fiercely.

"You're both good and fun-loving, shit!"

Lu Chuan tugged at the corners of his dry mouth disdainfully and exerted force on his hands.

"Tear..."

There was a tearing sound that made people's skin crawl.

Half of the old man's neck was torn apart by Lu Chuan.

Blood spurted out, and the blood-stained trachea was weakly exposed to the air, making people sick.

The old man took a few steps back and clutched his neck fiercely.

However, the bleeding couldn't be stopped at all, and the repair ability he was so proud of actually failed at this moment.

A burst of sword energy rushed into the body from the wound and began to stir the meridians crazily.

The old man's eyes no longer had the arrogance just now, only trembling and fear remained.

"You have to have quality as a person, you know, don't make a damn noise at night."

Lu Chuan gave a lesson, put his hands behind his back, and was no longer interested in looking at the old man.

Soon the old man fell heavily to the ground, all the blood flowing from his body, and his skin turned an eye-catching pale color.

Lu Chuan was obviously more interested in Hongye Zhenren than this bad old man, Blood Ancestor.

He blew a rogue whistle at the dazed Hongye Zhenren.

"Beautiful girl, let me take a look at you again. How about I sing a song to you?"

Hongye Zhenren, who was so shocked that he lost consciousness, came back to his senses at the sharp whistle.

Upon hearing this rude request, Hongye Master refused simply.

"Hey, cheapskate."

Lu Chuan rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to leave, his waist suddenly clicked.

"Ah...fuck."

Lu Chuan held his old waist and carefully sat on the ground, his painful face wrinkled into chrysanthemums.

Hongye's eyes jumped when he saw this scene.

A person who had just killed the Blood Ancestor could actually be unable to walk because of pain in his back?

Master Hongye climbed up from the ground with difficulty and came to Lu Chuan's side.

Seeing Lu Chuan grinning in pain, it didn't seem like he was just faking it.

Master Hongye asked respectfully: "Senior, where are you going? I will take you there?"

"You are a beautiful person with a kind heart. You will live until you die, beautiful girl." Lu Chuan praised and pointed the direction.

Master Hongye couldn't help but rolled his eyes, how could he be so complimentary.

After mobilizing the little real energy, he took Lu Chuan away from here.

Before leaving, Hongye Zhenren looked at Wu Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground and shivering.

The disappointment and disgust in his eyes were not concealed at all.

Lu Chuan didn't trouble Wu Sheng, and didn't even look at him, as if he was nothing but air.

What an insult to the arrogant Wu Sheng.

But what can he do?

Everything is calm again.

Wu Sheng looked at the corpse of the Blood Ancestor and felt that everything was a little unreal.

It was as if what happened just now was just a dream.

But the strong blood in the air told him that this was real and this was not a dream.

While Wu Sheng was stunned, a little blood suddenly rushed out from the ground.

This drop of blood followed Wu Sheng's nostrils and penetrated directly into his body.

"Ancestor, have mercy on me, ancestor, have mercy on me..."

Wu Sheng fell to the ground and rolled crazily. Gradually, the struggle subsided.

"Hehehe... Woe to you? Blessing to you!"

After a long time, Wu Sheng slowly got up from the ground.

The color of his eyes has turned into a deathly dark gray.

Gently pinched a magic formula.

A few drops of blood were extracted from the broken earth.

This was the nosebleed that Lu Chuan had just shed.

"Hehehe, old man, we will meet again."

Looking at the direction in which Lu Chuan was walking away, Wu Sheng laughed sinisterly.