Young Master Xuan wanted to pull out the magic weapon in one go. However, the moment his hand grasped the hilt of the rusty sword, an invisible force surged from all directions, as if to crush his waist and neck, and to crush his body. The body is packed.

The strong squeezing feeling makes people feel heartbreaking pain in the chest every time they take a breath. It seems that there is a hole in the lungs and the air is leaking. The next breath will be more difficult than the last time.

Mr. Xuan felt that he was about to suffocate, but he still bit hard, holding his neck straight and refusing to lower his noble spine.

His hands were also imprisoned by power. In order to resist the strong pressure, his consciousness was consumed rapidly.

The inexplicable pressure was too intense. As time went by, his consciousness and vision became increasingly blurry. After some time, his vision became clear again.

The pressure is still there and has not eased at all.

Mr. Xuan felt that all the spiritual power and consciousness in his body had been drained out, and he was extremely tired. He tried to run his skills and absorb spiritual energy to reinforce himself.

When the exercises are performed, the speed of absorbing spiritual power is very slow, and the spiritual power is also very slow when running in the Dantian and meridians, but it is always good to practice.

The newly absorbed spiritual power was just a drop in the bucket for the empty Dantian. Mr. Xuan did not last long. When he felt another force coming, his brain felt a dull pain and his vision became blurry. clear.

After his vision became clearer and his consciousness became clearer, he forced himself to run the technique again.

So it goes over and over again.

Xuan Shao endured the invisible pressure. Sometimes it was daytime before consciousness became clear, and it was nighttime when he opened his eyes. Sometimes it was daytime when consciousness became blurred, and it was still daytime when the vision became clear again, because He couldn't determine how much time had passed while he was unconscious. Even if he wanted to calculate how many days he had been dealing with the pressure, he couldn't.

Mr. Yan didn’t know which mountain Mr. Xuan was on, or whether Mr. Xuan had found the sword in his dream. He embraced the spirit of Ah Q, who regarded mountain climbing as a way of training to hone his spiritual consciousness. Regardless of the severe cold and heat, work hard to make progress.

Mr. Yan, who was walking alone and deaf to what was going on outside his body, finally paid off. He crawled to the hiding place of the magic treasure that had a telepathic connection with him.

The magic weapon that summoned him is located in an area about 50,800 feet above the surface.

Using the pull of his soul as a matchmaker, Young Master Yan found a sword that might be his contracted magic weapon in the future at a glance among the forest of magic weapons.

Half of the sword's blade is submerged in the soil. The boring and stem of the hilt are oblate, the sword is circular in shape, and the sword's body and hilt are both bronze in color.

The person who forged the magic weapon may be a particular person. When he forged the sword, he placed it in the hilt area of ​​the sword.He also put in a lot of effort, and the sword's head, stem and sword bore were all engraved with patterns, and the sword bore ring was inlaid with a row of precious stones.

The magic weapons in the same area as the sword were all gray and plain, except for the sword's body and hilt, which were clean and dust-free, and the gemstones also exuded gleaming light.

The undisguised sword is mixed in a group of hidden magic weapons, and it seems to stand out from the crowd.

　"?" A bold lightning number appeared in Yan Xing's mind. He didn't like to show off, so why did the magic weapon that summoned him tend to be high-profile?

Could it be that opposites attract?

Even though he was full of thoughts, he could not ask the magic weapon a hundred thousand reasons. Yan walked to the side of the sword and sat down, practicing first to restore the consumed true energy and spiritual consciousness.

After sitting and practicing for a long time, I adjusted myself, stood up again, and stood in the most suitable position for drawing the sword, holding the hilt of the sword with my right hand.

When he held the sword in his hand, it was sucked in by a strong force. At the same time, his eyes flashed and he "saw" a picture - a pale young woman leaning on her in a ward. At the head of the bed, she held the little boy in her arms with one hand while talking to a middle-aged woman sitting in front of her.

Yan Xing’s pupils shrank sharply. The woman sitting on the bed was his mother, the one sitting in front of the bed was his grandma, and the boy held in the woman’s arms was himself!

When his mother was sick, he was still young. Even though his grandma often took him to the hospital to take care of her, he can’t remember exactly what he went through on that day.

It seems that I was hugged by my mother who was leaning on the bedside a lot of times. Therefore, as time passes, many memories fade in time.

When the long-lost memory appeared in another way, Yan Xing's heart seemed to be pinched by something, and it started to throb in pain.

As forgotten past events reappeared, memories were like water opening the floodgates, and countless scenes poured out: from when he stayed with his mother in the hospital when she was sick, to when her mother died of illness, and when he and his grandparents were still together. Immersed in the pain of losing his loved ones, Zhao Yixiong turned to marry Guo Furong...

Later, his grandma also fell ill and passed away, and then the evil woman Jia Ling, who had a harmonious appearance, married her grandfather. home, and then to his struggle for survival in the hands of Jia Ling...

The things that have been forgotten, those that have been forgotten due to the distance of time, or those that have been deliberately forgotten, as well as some unforgettable past events, are like a scene in a movie The reappearance of the scene.

Even if he knew intellectually that Jia Ling, Guo Furong and Zhao Li were dead, when the old events reappeared and he saw those ugly faces again, Yan Xing still wanted to cut them into pieces with his own hands.

When his mother and grandma were still alive, it was the warmest and happiest time in his life.At the happy moment, after his grandma passed away and Jia Ling became his grandfather's wife, the Yan family also became Jia Ling's family. From then on, the darkest period of his life began.

For him, letting him relive those unbearable pasts is also a kind of indignity for him.

He didn’t want to see people like Zhao Li, Jia Ling, Guo Furong, Zhao Zongze, or recall those things, but he couldn’t allow him to choose. Even if he closed his eyes, those annoying people and annoying things were still there. Replay it in your mind.

It would be better if those memories only appeared once, but they were repeated again and again, showing him like a revolving lantern.

Every time he relives the past, the hatred in Yan Xing’s heart becomes stronger.

The departure of his two closest relatives, his mother and grandma, was an indelible pain in his heart. Not being able to kill the three beasts Jia Ling, Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong with his own hands was the biggest regret in his life.

If the Zhao father and son and Jia Ling were buried instead of cremated, every time Yan Xing thought of his mother and grandma, he would dig out the bones of those three and throw away the ashes.

Yan Xing’s hatred for Jia Ling and Zhao’s father and son has not gone away. The past events reappeared, burning his heart like a fire, and the hatred accumulated.

The accumulated hatred accumulated like a torrent and tsunami, swallowing up the last of his sanity.

The young monk, filled with hatred, had only one voice in his heart: Kill, kill, kill!

When he once again saw the enemies Jia Ling, Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong who had killed his mother and grandma, Yan Xing, who only had murderous thoughts in his heart, waved the thing in his hand and slashed at Jia Ling.

The young monk was going through a spiritual test, but outsiders had no idea that about seventy feet away, a humanoid beast stood on top of a simple gray magic weapon. One hand was also pressed on the magic weapon.

He couldn’t pull out the magic weapon, and the magic weapon didn’t give him any more inspiration.

The humanoid beast cultivator was unwilling to give up the magic weapon, so he remained in a stalemate. When the young human monk found him nearby, he had already stood in front of the magic weapon for three months.

When the young human monk selected a certain magic weapon, the humanoid beast cultivator glanced at it lightly and then focused on the magic weapon in front of him, trying to grab the magic weapon and pull it out again and again.

Month after month passed, and the beast cultivator made no progress. However, in the middle of the night one day, he suddenly felt a strong murderous intention.

The murderous intention was so strong that it affected him. The beast cultivator was dissatisfied and looked for the source of the murderous intention. He wanted to see whose clan the monk was, but he also climbed the Magic Treasure Mountain with emotion.

He looked at the human monk who was dozens of feet away. Astonishingly, the young monk’s eyes were red and muddy.His body was filled with violent killing, and he suddenly pulled out the sword-shaped magic weapon.

The sword came out of the soil, its purple-red light shining like a star.

The human monk pulled out his magic weapon, with a ferocious face and glaring eyes. He swung his sword in the air and slashed randomly. After swinging a few swords, a sinister smile appeared on his ferocious face.

"Another crazy one!" A trace of sympathy flashed through the beast cultivator's mind. The human cultivator clearly looked like he had completely lost his mind. It must be because he was accidentally devoured by the inner demon while undergoing the magic weapon test. .

It’s not surprising that things like this are commonplace.

On the way to the mountain, the beast cultivator once saw a beast cultivator who failed to survive the magic weapon test and died. The man was very miserable. He unknowingly let his body explode and died.

The beast cultivator couldn't even pull out the magic weapon, so it was damaged in the magic weapon mountain. He must have died before leaving the army.

But the human monk finally pulled out the magic weapon. Even if he died because he failed to pass the test, he could still be considered to have gotten his wish and died a worthy death.

The humanoid beast cultivator has reached the Great Perfection of the late Mahayana. In order to purify the secret realm of emptiness, he suppressed his cultivation and refused to advance. He stayed at the Mahayana level for thousands of years, and his will was also polished to be particularly firm.

Seeing the human monk losing his mind, his mentality was still as stable as a mountain of magic treasures. Apart from a trace of sympathy, there was no panic or fear.

The humanoid beast calmly watched the young human monk slashing and slashing with his sword, showing a weird smile from time to time, as if he was crazy.

In the eyes of the beast cultivator, Yan Xing, who is obsessed with evil, is immersed in the grudges and grudges that he can't extricate himself from.

He slashed Jia Ling to death with his sword, chopped off the head of the old pious woman as a sacrifice to his grandma and mother, and cut the evil woman's shroud into eight pieces and chopped it into minced meat.

Having killed an enemy, when Yan Xing was offering sacrifices to his grandma and mother, Zhao Yixiong came.

Zhao Yixiong walked into the door of Yan's house and saw the blood on the floor and Jia Ling's dead face. He was so frightened that his voice changed: "Yan Xing, you rebellious son, you... you Did you kill Jia Ling?"

Yan Xing raised the sword in his hand, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips: "You came better, it's your turn!"

Zhao Yixiong Backing up in horror: "Yan Xing, what do you want to do? I am your father! I am your biological father. How dare you kill your father?"

"Father, are you worthy? You dare to poison my mother to death? Grandma, I want you to pay with blood!" Yan Xing raised his sword and slashed at the enemy mercilessly.

“Dad, save me, dad, save me!” Zhao Yixiong screamed and fell down, screaming for help while crawling towards the door.

“Go down and make atonement to my mother!"When Yan Xing raised his sword and was about to kill Zhao Yixiong, the door was suddenly knocked open, and Zhao Li rushed in with a panic look on his face.