"Master Yuanyuan!"
In the sea of clouds, the cultivators stood up one after another, and Master Yuan Yuan opened his eyes and carefully looked at General Lu, who was standing proudly on the top of the mountain.
General Lu stood with his sword in his hands, trembling as if he was frozen, his eyes were closed, and his stiff and unyielding face actually showed obvious pain.
"The demon in his heart has entered the body, and now no one can help him......"
Master Yuan Yuan lowered his head and sighed, a hint of gloom flashed across his brows.
"Only by looking at his own creation."
His voice was as cold as a knife, and several people around him also looked solemn, clenching their respective magic weapons.
In the body, what follows is the invisible war between spirit and willpower.
Feng Zikang could feel that in addition to himself, there were also several partners pouring into this body at the same time, they were rushing around, trying to manipulate this person's seven emotions and six desires, and then devour this person's spirit and take away rebirth.
Feng Zikang has little experience and doesn't know where to start.
He rushed in General Lu's body, and he only felt that he had incarnated a wave of hatred, but he was slightly weaker than Xiao Xiao, and he was not counterattacked by General Lu's spirit.
"Whew......"
In the body, I can clearly hear the screams of the destruction of the Heavenly Demon, this is a demon with greed as his mind, General Lu is upright and honest, but he is the first to dispel it.
In the continuous screams, Feng Zikang's heart was awe-inspiring, and the few remaining partners were being eliminated, and he didn't know when it would be his turn.
He didn't want to die, but he didn't know how to really start the work of taking away, so he had to rush around, and his heart became more and more panicked and hated.
Hate yourself for how it ended up like this. hated how someone would not save him when he saw death.
Hates Fluttershy's death.
Hate the hatred of the family and the country!
No, Feng Zikang suddenly woke up, what is the death of Fluttershy, what is the enmity of the family and the country?
It's not his hatred, it's ......
It's General Lu's hatred!
His hatred resonated with the host!
"That means ......"
"Hahahaha!"
General Lu's laughter had a chill.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were all blood-red!
"I hate it!"
"It's not good, let the disciples under the mountain avoid it!"
Master Yuan Yuan shouted loudly, but saw General Lu raise his red blood broadsword high and slash forward with all his strength!
His mouth was full of violent anger.
"Childe Yiwu, give me death!"
"Boom!"
A towering mountain on the opposite side was cut open by General Lu's knife!
Mountains and rocks are flying and earth-shattering!
"Uncle!"
"Flash!"
"Ouch!"
The disciples of the military path under the mountain were in a mess, although General Lu's knife did not directly attack them, but the knife qi spread, and the disciples who cultivated lower were all injured, and now the mountain stone fell down, which made it even worse.
"Haha, hahaha!"
After this knife, General Lu lowered his arms and bowed his head without moving, and after a long time, he let out a relaxed laugh.
Feng Zikang!
Feng Zikang successfully won the rebirth and occupied this one in 100 million opportunity!
It can only be said that fortunately, Feng Zikang's faint hatred has aroused the hatred that General Lu has hidden in his heart for many years, just like a spark can start a prairie fire, this fire is out of control.
General Lu struck a blow with his life's work, slashing the heavens and the earth, and the spirit and soul that had already consumed a huge amount of spirit and soul were also burned out, leaving this body of cultivation for hundreds of years to Feng Zikang in vain.
The catastrophe is terrible, it is this situation that if you are not careful, you will never recover!
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"Hahahaha!"
Feng Zikang laughed endlessly, how could he be unhappy?
Although this body is very old, it is a cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the realm of tribulation, and there is absolutely no problem in living for a few hundred years.
If he is lucky enough to rebuild the Great Road, he can also fly to the upper realm, transcend the mundane from now on, and live with the heaven and earth.
Even if you don't want to soar, since you have such a great power, even if you live a small life freely, you were aggrieved and sad in your previous life, and you can finally pay it back in this life.
Wine beauty, bliss, you have to taste it!
Feng Zikang couldn't bear it, and he was very happy.
"Adversary!
Come on!
” It's a pity that the happiest time to laugh is often the beginning of bad luck, in short, it is called happiness and sadness.
As soon as Feng Zikang finished laughing, he found that something suddenly appeared in front of his chest, piercing the talisman armor on his chest, shining with blood-colored light in the setting sun, bewitching.
It's a sharp flying sword.
"Ahh Feng Zikang felt a sharp pain in his chest and exclaimed angrily.
He endured his injuries and turned around, only to see a group of radiant figures descending from the clouds, led by a young monk who coughed and coughed low, and the one who plunged a flying sword into his heart from behind was one of the thin old men with a sad face.
"You ......
Who is it......
Why......
Want to kill me?
” "Demons!
Everybody gets it!
” A heroic half-aged stepped forward and shouted with disdain.
"Brother Lu, you said it yourself, if you can't survive the tribulation, you can borrow my Yaoguang to solve it, and now the old way has fulfilled your wish!"
The Taoist priest seemed to have some friendship with General Lu, and there was a lot of unbearable look in his eyes, and his face was even more sad.
"Qianyang Zhenren, this person is no longer General Lu, but thirty-three days away, hurry up and destroy his form and spirit!
There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!
” The monk at the head of the monk proclaimed a Buddha horn, his face was full of compassion, but he announced Feng Zikang's death sentence.
"For ......
Why......
I just want to live, why do you ......"
Qianyang Zhenren closed his eyes, the pain on his face became thicker, and he put his fingers together and pulled out a sword trick, the flying sword inserted into Feng Zikang's chest was just a twist, Feng Zikang's whole body shook violently, and his body suddenly turned into powder!
"If you want to live, the people in the world will suffer, Brother Lu, I'm sorry!"
※※※ "Why......
Why don't you let me live!
” Feng Zikang only felt that his eyes were dark, the body he had just obtained turned into nothing, and he fell into the darkness and coldness that seemed to have no end again.
"Why?!"
"I just want to live a free life, I'm not the devil, why don't you kill me indiscriminately!"
"What kind of righteous people are you?
I didn't do anything, and you're going to kill?
What bullshit is the right way?
” "I hate it!"
"I want revenge!
I want revenge!
” Feng Zikang, who had reincarnated, only felt that his hatred was even more intense, but in this nether realm, not only did he not feel the increase in quantity, but he was constantly weakening.
Except for the thirty-three days, there was no place suitable for survival, and the local vitality would naturally gradually dissolve the consciousness of the heavenly demons, and eventually return to dust.
"I don't want to die!
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I want to live!
” Feng Zikang was unwilling, he scurried around like a headless fly, looking for a warm body.
Only by taking it again can he survive and take revenge!
Survive no matter what!
Maybe today is his lucky day, and after a chance of one in a billion, he has found a body that can be taken away.
As a person, Feng Zikang is already very weak at this time, even if this person is an ordinary person, as long as his consciousness resists a little, he will be wiped out and will never be reborn.
But he had no other choice.
He rushed into the man's body. ※※※ "Silly, are you awake?"
When Feng Zikang woke up, he found himself in a bamboo house, which was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.
A middle-aged man in white sat by the medicine stove, holding a book and gently fanning the fire.
The title of the book is real, it is a book "Liuhou Note Taigong's Art of War", Feng Zikang is illiterate, but this book is the true biography of the military road, and the annotation of the ancestor of the military family, Jiang Ziya, the ancestor of the military family, on the Art of War.
The moonlight outside the window is bright, and through the screen window, the dappled moonlight spills in.
By the moonlight, the furnishings in the house are distinct, just a bed, a few cabinets, and a bookcase, which is very simple, but it is sparse and bright, and there is no trace of fireworks.
Feng Zikang slept on the bed, just moving slightly, he felt that he was in pain all over his body, and he couldn't help but cry out softly.
"Don't move!
You were injured at the foot of Qibao Futu Mountain, and your teacher just gave you medicine, and you will have to take a few days to get better!
” Although the man's voice was pretended to be indifferent, it still couldn't hide a sense of concern.
His medicine stove was crooked, there were still black ash marks on his face, and he didn't even take advantage of the fan, I think he was not good at doing these things at all, but for the sake of his apprentice's injury, he didn't mind being a medicine servant.
"Don't be afraid of pain, just endure it, Master's medicine is boiled and drunk, and you can get out of bed in three days."
The man in white thought that Feng Zikang was afraid of pain, but he didn't know that he was overjoyed at this time, although the feeling of pain all over his body was unbearable, he could only feel it when he had a body.
This is just a pleasure for Feng Zikang, who doesn't know how long he has lost his body.
He felt the soreness and pain in his hands and feet, like drinking mellow mash, and his heart was full of joy. suffered a loss, this time Feng Zikang did not dare to speak easily, for fear that the man in white would once again recognize his identity, if he was slaughtered again, with his current weak condition, Wuxiang Tianmu would definitely be directly wiped out.
He looked at the back of the man in white and calmly judged the situation here.
"Silly, how can you endure the pain today, and stop screaming when you listen to me?
On weekdays, you would have been yelling and crying!
” The man in white was fanning the fire while still making fun of his apprentice.
"Master......"
Feng Zikang didn't know what to say, but just called Master in a low voice.
The man in white seemed to have been pricked by a needle, Huo Ran jumped up, his eyes were full of surprise, and he almost kicked over the medicine stove.
"You......
What did you just say?
” Feng Zikang was startled, knowing that something must be wrong, so he bit his lip and said nothing.
"You just called me Master?"
The man in white walked up to Feng Zikang, touched his forehead, and then touched his own forehead.
"Or am I tired and misheard?"
He muttered twice, and stared back at Feng Zikang for a long time.
"Call me again."
Feng Zikang felt that there must be a reason for it, for fear that he had made some mistakes, but he didn't dare to disobey, and called the master softly.
Who knew that the man in white was ecstatic, and regardless of his injuries, he picked him up.
"Master Zu has a spirit, fool!
You'll finally call me Master!
” ※※※ After the cheap master's nagging explanations and happy words, Feng Zikang finally figured out the situation of his young man.
It turned out that this man in white was the descendant of the soldiers of Longhu Mountain, that is, the junior brother of General Lu, named Ye Tiansheng, who had been cultivating in the small bamboo forest of Longhu Mountain for many years, but he had a mild temperament, and he did not agree with the way of killing the soldiers.
Therefore, Ye Tiansheng did not accept more apprentices, but during the general election of the sect six years ago, in order to pass on the mantle, he randomly selected a seven-year-old disciple.
Since Ye Tiansheng had no intention of cultivating his disciples, after bringing this child back to Xiaozhulin, he didn't even have time to ask his life name, so he hurriedly retreated and cultivated.
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It doesn't matter if he is in retreat, how can a seven-year-old take care of himself?
It didn't take long for a high fever to start, and by the time Ye Tiansheng came out of retreat, the child had already burned into a fool.
Ye Tiansheng was not a ruthless person, and now he was even more guilty, but he tried his best to heal him, but the medicine stone was ineffective, and there was no improvement.
No one knew what the child's name was, and the other disciples casually called him "stupid" and "stupid", and Ye Tiansheng called him "stupid".
For the sake of this child's stupid illness, Ye Tiansheng sought medical treatment everywhere, and he had to be distracted to take care of him at all times, and his cultivation in the past few years has been more and more delayed, but because he gets along day and night, the relationship with the fool is getting better and better.
This time, General Lu crossed the catastrophe, and Ye Tiansheng also took this stupid apprentice who had to be inseparable to watch the ceremony, but he didn't expect General Lu to fail in the robbery, but the fool opened his mind.
There is no record of the second seizure, no one has heard of it, of course Ye Tiansheng will not think in this direction, he just thinks that it is the grandfather, although the fool was smashed by the cracked mountain stone and his head was bleeding, he actually happened to be smart.
Feng Zikang understood the beginning and the end, and had to sigh his luck, at that time, the second time to give up, the unphased heaven is difficult to pass is the end of the strong crossbow, he can't beat the consciousness of any ordinary person, but this fool has no self-consciousness, and he was so taken up by him, but this person died early, and he didn't have any moral self-blame.
"Haha, idiot......"
Ye Tiansheng smiled happily, and suddenly covered his mouth when he called out stupidly: "By the way, you have been in the master for many years, but the master has never known your name, it's really ashamed, it's not right to always call stupidly, do you remember your name?"
” Feng Zikang nodded, of course he remembered his name.
Since this fool has no name, no surname, no concern, and no self-consciousness at all, let him replace his life.
Feng Zikang also remembered the pain of the blade, his belief in revenge, and the raging hatred in his heart.
"Master, the apprentice's surname is Feng, and his parents are named Zikang."
He respectfully reported to Master.
"Zikang!
Good, good name!
” Ye Tiansheng is happy anyway, no matter what the name is, he will say yes, this fool regained his senses, and immediately untied his knot for many years, and after leading the Taoism to the beginning, he didn't have to stay by his side every day, and then he could retreat and cultivate again, and catch up with the kung fu that had been delayed in the past few years, which was really a great joy.
"In the past few days, you have a good rest and heal your external injuries, and then the master will start to pass on your Dragon Tiger Mountain Soldier Dao!"
Feng Zikang snorted, the corners of his mouth smirked, and his appearance was respectful, but he didn't take the so-called Dragon Tiger Mountain Soldier's Avenue to heart.
General Lu cultivated like this, shocking the heavens and the earth, wasn't he taken away by himself?
In the end, the form and spirit were destroyed, and he couldn't even be reincarnated!
The way of the way, with the formless and phaseless, the creation of all things in the poor world, is the highest!