The Dragon from Hell

What happened that day became a shadow in Zhai Mo's heart. He secretly investigated a lot and found that it was just as he guessed.

Some ordinary cultivators who had excellent roots and extraordinary talents suddenly disappeared or died in accidents later.

On the contrary, those with mediocre talents survived.

What's even more strange is that every time a ordinary cultivator with extraordinary talents died, a cultivator from aristocratic families would suddenly go into seclusion, and when they came out of seclusion, they would make rapid progress.

No one paid attention to these things in the past, or they paid attention but didn't dare to think too much.

But in Xuanling Sect, such things have happened frequently in the past three hundred years.

Zhai Mo didn't dare to think about whether he would be the same as those predecessors who suddenly disappeared?

Thinking of what Yingluan's fairy servant said that day, he couldn't help but think: He was also born in the mortal world, why did Gusu He look at him differently and put a lot of resources on him?

There are many excellent people in the sect, why did it happen to him?

Unable to figure out the reason, he did not dare to continue investigating, and finally could only suppress his cultivation desperately.

He did not dare to break through and advance, so he could only become decadent day by day, not practicing but playing.

Gusu He did not care so much at first, but one day, he suddenly came to find Zhai Mo and brought a child.

At this time, seventy years had passed since Zhai Mo went up the mountain, and his parents had died long ago. That year, Gusu He specially asked him to go down the mountain to bury his parents.

And this child was his brother's grandson.

His parents died, but his brothers and sisters were still alive, and they all had children and grandchildren.

He practiced alone in the mountains, but they were still ordinary people, ordinary people who had no resistance to people who practiced.

At that time, Gusu He only told Zhai Mo to practice well. Seeing that he was not as diligent and hardworking as before, he thought he was homesick, so he brought his brother's grandson to him to see.

Zhai Mo's heart was cold after seeing the child.

He knew that Gusu He was not just asking him to visit his relatives.

After that day, even if he knew it was a dead end, he could only work hard to practice.

He was afraid of death, but he was also afraid of the death of his relatives.

According to normal age, he was over 80 years old. He had already looked down on everything in the immortal gate. In the end, he had no nostalgia for either the immortal path or the ascension.

What really made him nostalgic was the mortal world that everyone in the immortal gate looked down upon.

Because of his origin, he remembered that he was still a human being.

In the end, as he expected, Gusu He had taken a fancy to his spirit bones and the Qingluan spirit beast brought by his spirit bones from the beginning.

On the day when he broke through the golden elixir, even if he was unwilling, his talent still allowed him to summon the Qingluan spirit beast.

It was also on that day that he died, but he was still alive.

Gusu He said to him: "You are indeed very smart, so smart that I can't bear to kill you... Let's put it this way, no matter what, you are also my direct disciple, I don't want to kill you and let me have another evil. I will send you to a good place. If you can survive, maybe we will have another chance."

So when he woke up again, he arrived at Wangujian.

At that time, one of his legs had been bitten, and he could feel that his spiritual power had greatly decreased, almost gone, and a sharp pain behind him almost made him faint again.

He didn't need to look to know that his spiritual bones were gone, including his natal spirit beast.

At that time, hatred surged, his Tao heart was broken, and his inner demons eroded. When he woke up again, half of his body was almost gone, and there were corpses of demons and ghosts around him, but he himself had reached the end of his life.

At this time, Zhai Mo was thinking, if he hadn't left the town where he grew up.

Now he should be like his brothers, taking care of his parents until the end of their lives, having children with a girl, watching his children have children, inheriting the land of their fathers, and handing this land to his children...

In despair, he developed a strong hatred for the so-called Xianmen.

Perhaps it was because of this hatred and despair at the moment of death that triggered a strange vision, and then he saw the woman.

Zhai Mo couldn't remember what the woman looked like, but the woman asked him if he wanted to live, maybe one day he could really take revenge and overthrow the Xianmen.

So he was "planted" here, merged with this swamp made of flesh and blood, and lived like a plant.

At first he could still remember who he was, his hatred, and that he was a person.

But it was precisely because he remembered these that he was extremely painful.

Until he found that he couldn't get out at all, and it was impossible to overthrow the XianmenAfter that, his pain continued to grow.

He wanted to die, but because of a woman's words, he couldn't even die.

For some reason, since he was "planted" here, even the passing demons and ghosts couldn't care less about him.

He was even worse than the plants and trees around him.

Of course, it could also be because of that woman.

Qin Feng pieced together everything from Zhai Mo's words and fell into complete silence.

He knew part of what Zhai Mo said, which was also told to him by Zhu Xing. He said that eight hundred years ago, the descendants of several major families that had always controlled Xuanling Sect began to become short of successors.

Among them was the Huang family, which had not produced a genius born with top-grade spiritual bones for many years.

At that time, Xuanling Sect also came to Wuxiang Sect for help, after all, the two families had always been on good terms.

But since six hundred years ago, Xuanling Sect has risen again, and the geniuses of the immortal family have emerged one after another, revitalizing the new generation of Xuanling Sect.

But no one knows that there is such a dark and bloody inside story behind this.

As for the Yingluan Fairy mentioned by Zhai Mo, she is now called Yingluan Zhenren, and she even came to this Xianmen Conference.

She is so immortal and unattainable.

Some disciples said that Yingluan Zhenren is the descendant of Qingluan, and her natal beast is Qingluan, which is the descendant of the Phoenix clan.

She is also a chosen person.

Qin Feng stood up and ignored Zhai Mo's mumbling. He asked Jiao Xia in his mind: "Is it possible for him to recover?"

Jiao Xia said: "He has fallen into the ghost."

No longer a human, there is no possibility of recovery.

"I understand."

Qin Feng nodded and walked to Zhai Mo: "Do you need me to kill you?"

Zhai Mo, who had been mumbling to himself, suddenly raised his head, and his twisted and mutated face was full of blood and tears.

"Kill me?"

"Yes," Qin Feng nodded: "I understand your will, do you want to die now?"

Zhai Mo heard the words, and his crazy eyes actually showed a trace of clarity: "Please, kill me."

"Okay."

Qin Feng did not hesitate, and the sword fell. The next moment, the bloody swamp quickly withered. Zhai Mo did not struggle, and the blood flowing from his neck was still warm, proving that he had lived.