Uplifting Journey

After leaving the suffocating area, the panting general finally regained his strength, and his staggering pace gradually returned to stability.

But the large cloak held a figure that quickly passed over his head and landed in front of him. Who is it but that monster?

This demon can fly, which means that he basically has no possibility of running away. It seems that he can only ride the opponent to the ground and fight desperately.

The general who tried to keep calm was running at high speed. Although he had been a little slack in practicing martial arts recently, at the critical moment of life and death, he still dug out the martial arts skills he had accumulated since he was a child.

At the same time, he carefully observed the blood-haired monster who raised his hand and took off his cloak, and a suspicious look appeared under the general's visor——

Just looking at his aura and vitality, the young man in front of him is clearly the weakest kind of monster. He may even have never eaten any living beings since he was born, his strength is pitifully weak, and he doesn't have any magical weapons.

In the past, he didn't pay attention to this kind of ordinary monsters at all, even if there were ten at the same time, it would not be enough for him to slash in one round.

But the other party can fly. Generally speaking, those who can fly without the help of magic weapons are those who have truly entered the threshold of practitioners. If they are monsters, they should be old monsters in the stage of refining Qi and transforming gods.

There must be a trick somewhere! The opponent doesn't have the powerful magic power corresponding to the flying ability!

The general can only choose to believe so, because in this way he has the possibility of winning the battle.

As for the sea of ​​fire spell just now, he is not an ignorant country bumpkin, but it is just a foreign object that some alchemists like to refine, and it is not like there is no such thing as fierce gunpowder in the army.

Compared with the real Waidan practitioner who collects the essence of all things to refine Waidan and gathers the power of heaven and earth to refine Leiwan, the things thrown by this monster are not even called spells.

Looking at the appearance of the monster, it is obvious that there is no second thing on it that can create that kind of sea of ​​flames.

The general who kept cheering himself up finally regained a little bit the aura of commanding thousands of troops before fleeing in embarrassment. His blade shone coldly in the sun, and he said, You

Jiang Qing raised his hand and threw out two small bags.

The strong flashes and sharp sounds drowned out the general's words. Unprepared, his vision was flashed and his hearing was blocked. He could only retreat sideways along the previously memorized terrain. Use group battle moves to push back possible surprise attacks.

His skills are profound, and this disgusting little trick of using foreign objects to cover up his sight and hearing won't last long. As long as he regains his strength, he will definitely smash this monster that doesn't look like a monster into thousands of pieces!

The general, who was so angry in his heart, felt that his feet suddenly stepped on something indescribable.

It feels like semi-solidified grease?

The so-called slippery tricks, the movement of the martial artist's feet is oiled, and the asynchronous acceleration makes his posture distort immediately.

I have to say that the general's martial arts foundation is really good, he is not surprised, he holds a knife with one hand and swings his arms, and sits on a horse with his waist down to stabilize his center of gravity and balance.

But he, who was still drifting, inevitably showed his flaws.

The corpse demon Jiang Qing, whose power is far beyond that of ordinary people, rushed towards him after three bursts of blinding, acute sound, and greasy spells. The kinetic induction gave him a clear vision that ignores white light.

Although the general in the chaos sensed the attack coming from the wind pressure, it was too late, so he had to use his remaining strength to punch Jiang Qing's attacking arm without a knife.

Faced with this awkward attack with only one arm, Jiang Qing secretly sighed in his heart, and the invisible power of his mind circulated to his right hand, pressing towards the side of the opponent's arm.

Although he doesn't really want to use this kind of power, and although he already has a certain understanding of the abilities of mortal warriors, in order to prevent nights from having more dreams, he still chooses to use this extremely restrictive and powerful power to quickly end everything.

In order to avoid the risk of being impacted by the opponent's internal energy, Jiang Qing's power to press casually is naturally weak, and the angle is a bit awkward.

But the extraordinary effect of turning obstacles into advancing power is outstanding, far beyond the imagination of generals.

The feeling of Jiang Qing's hand pressing on his arm armor was like a steel mountain slowly leaning against his body.

It was slow, but extremely heavy, and its strength was unreasonable.

After the sharp sound and the white light subsided, the violently running blood splashed far away, the general turned pale and trembled all over, his armor close to the magic weapon was shattered like porcelain, and the left half of his body was invaded by blood red Ran, the left arm and the shoulder were torn off by the demon.

Even the bright light armor was torn to shreds. How could this monster have such great strength? !

Most of the power was concentrated in that punch, and the general who had lost a lot of blood was powerlessly half-kneeling on the ground. His trembling hands could no longer hold the sharp blade, and the long knife fell to the ground. He looked forward with some numbness.

Jiang Qing, who backed away as soon as he hit his hand, waved his hand, shaking off the residue of the general's arm and armor left on his palm, then looked at the general who seemed to have lost his resistance, and raised his hand to take a solid piece of paper from his body. Bag.

While infiltrating his vitality into the paper bag, Jiang Qing watched the corner of the half-kneeling general's mouth twitch, and finally asked slowly, Do you remember Xiqu Village under the Fore Mountain?

A bewildered look appeared on the general's face.

Jiang Qing took a deep breath and threw out the paper bag with a raised hand.

A large amount of powdery substances in the broken paper bag were mixed together, and under the control of Yuan Qi, it turned into a colorless and odorless airflow that surrounded the general.

Breathing shortly but feeling more and more suffocated, the dizzy general looked up at the sky with a wry smile, and the remaining strength gathered in his body dissipated helplessly—wouldn't you even give me the last chance to fight for my life?

People rely on a certain type of qi between heaven and earth to maintain life, just like burning, while another kind of qi will extinguish the flame and suffocate life

Looking at the general who was gradually suffocating and finally fainted on the ground, slowly walking towards death, Jiang Qing had complicated feelings in his heart.

He wanted to ask more questions and say something.

I want to tell about my own origin, the experience after being transformed into a zombie, describe the hatred power that supports him to move forward in the lonely wilderness, and torture this guy so that he can feel the anger of the Avengers

But...forget it, death is the most stable end, here is not far from the human city, so don't have too many nights and dreams.

Although from the beginning to the end, the other party did not show the expression of recognizing him, nor could he remember the name of the village that was slaughtered by him.

That's right, how could this kind of guy keep such a remote village in his heart so hard to even collect taxes?

Tucun's opponent didn't even talk about silence for doing something, it was just venting anger and entertainment out of defeat

Stepping forward and crushing the head of the dead general, Jiang Qing rubbed the soles of his feet covered with red and white residue in the sand, and then walked towards the woodland on the side of the official road.

The resentment that the corpse demon was born on had subtly changed after completing the revenge. Many pictures of life and death flashed through Jiang Qing's mind, and she was a little dazed for a while, not knowing what to do now.

Not long after Jiang Qing left, a figure in the sky approached rapidly with a gust of wind.

After flying around the ground, the blurry figure in the distorted air landed next to the headless horseman, and the surrounding hurricane slowly dissipated, revealing a young man with long hair disheveled in the wind.

This was obviously Sun Lang of the Five Elements School who had been subdued by Jiang Qing and knocked unconscious repeatedly.

The cultivator Sun Lang whose entire set of magical instruments, the Water Sword and the Water Flag, was shattered and broken.

Traces of the transformation of the demon's breath? Is this guy the enemy of the corpse demon?

Sun Lang looked at the headless corpse whose head was smashed by Jiang Qing's foot, and then looked in the direction Jiang Qing left.

Sun Lang waved the emerald green flag the size of a palm in his hand, and the wind howled suddenly around him, and a miniature tornado wrapped him and rushed towards the woodland.

However, after turning around in the woods twice, Sun Lang stopped in mid-air resentfully, and spat lightly: This corpse runs so fast!

Sun Lang naturally came after Jiang Qing.

After a stumble last time, he could only walk slowly all the way without a magic weapon and could not fly for a long time, escorting his junior brothers and sisters back to the sect.

A dignified disciple of the Five Elements Sect, a cultivator who is about to enter the realm of refining qi and transforming into a god, is beaten to the ground by a newborn, the weakest kind of monster, and even the magic weapons that are carried with him are all destroyed. This is really a shame and a shame.

Although Sun Lang repeatedly emphasized the wickedness of the other party dismantling the flying sword with his bare hands, it didn't help. In addition to being scolded by his master, he was often ridiculed and ridiculed by his fellow apprentices.

An ordinary corpse demon that was born not long ago, something that can be wiped out with a single Zhengyang Jue, actually folded the armor and armor that Sun Lang killed, and folded a set of magic weapons into it. It's simply tsk tsk

Although the brothers didn't have much malice, Sun Lang's resentment was obviously aroused.

So, relying on his good popularity, he borrowed a wooden flag that had been eliminated and hadn't been processed from a brother who didn't go out very much, and immediately went out secretly to ride the strong wind and fight back again.

Xunfeng belongs to wood, and the five elements of water grow wood. Although this wood flag is not very compatible with Sun Lang's practice of water magic and has not been adapted to warming for a long time, there is no big problem in basic use, after all, it has the same root and same origin.

Although there is no flying sword, a flag and some spells are enough. This time, he will not be careless and will not give that monster any chance to sneak attack.

But it's so hard to find! Sun Lang circled around like a headless chicken again, and fell to the ground to rest helplessly.

He remembered the feeling of the corpse demon's yin vitality, and he remembered it when he had a long conversation or was interrogated, and he remembered the content of the conversation deeply.

Relying on the spiritual sense of a practitioner who has not yet formed a spiritual consciousness, it is still no problem to sense various vitality within a certain range. Sun Lang originally thought that it should not be difficult to find the other party.

However, it seemed that this corpse demon didn't eat people everywhere, and while it was difficult to find its whereabouts, its resentment and vitality were very weak. If there hadn't been a transformation here, Sun Lang might not have been able to sense the approximate location.

Speaking of these, this corpse demon is actually quite interesting.

There are very few demons with intelligence, and corpses born of resentment are even rarer, not to mention that they can suppress their appetite in contact with humans, show extremely strong logic in dialogue, and have a strong sense of humor. Curiosity about the world and practice.

Leaving aside the position of humans and demons, Sun Lang didn't have much resentment that he wanted to be put to death. The main reason for going out this time was that he was angry at being ridiculed for his careless defeat, and wanted to get back the scene.

After all, no matter what the other party's reason was, he and his junior and junior sisters were spared in the end. Practitioners are very particular about cause and effect, and he doesn't mind showing it a clear path at the end.

Sun Lang, who returned to the scene of transformation, stared at the charred remains of nearly a hundred cavalrymen, and shook his head slightly in his heart.

——The premise is that the other party really does not hurt innocent people and does not eat people

Jiang Qing, who did not hurt innocent people or eat people, returned to her lair.

Although there is a special channeling method to resist the loss of physical strength caused by sunlight, after going through a battle during the day, even if he is careful not to exercise his body vigorously, the inexplicable fatigue is still difficult to disappear.

This feeling of fatigue was nothing at all. After returning to the underground cave where Yin Qi gathered, Jiang Qing's physical strength quickly recovered.

But the subtle changes in body, vitality, and spirit are not so easy to solve.

The enemy who caused him to become this inhuman was killed by him. He should be very excited to get revenge

If it was the moment when he just became a zombie, this kind of revenge would make him so excited that he would be mentally twisted, maybe he would gnaw that guy to death alive.

But now?

Jiang Qing gave a slight wry smile—he now only had a sense of ease and freedom as he let go of one thing in his mind with a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, he is no longer a human being. I heard that the transformed corpse demon is not the same life as before. After all, he is just a newborn demon who inherited some memories of medical students.

Lying casually on the stone floor scattered with dust, Jiang Qing raised his right hand to press his chest, his heart was no longer beating, and his heart was gradually cooling down

At the time of revenge, he didn't have any obvious excitement and joy, and now recalling the voice and smile of his former acquaintances and master, he didn't feel too much sadness.

Is this a manifestation of the nature of a demon, or is it the influence of an unknown existence in the mind?

What should he do next?

He can no longer return to human beings, but he doesn't want to become a monster that devours life. How should he define his identity and pursuit?

Jiang Qing, who fell into a state of emptiness after revenge, once again had a storm in his mind.

The intensity of the storm this time is comparable to when he just became a corpse demon and recalled the memories of his life a little bit.

With a headache, Jiang Qing relaxed her limbs and stared at the top of the cave, and didn't bother to think too much, letting herself drift in the ocean of memory and information.

Just like the mathematics that can gradually deduce higher formulas and principles based on the existing foundation, new knowledge and ideas are constantly combined and evolved in Jiang Qing's mind, forming an increasingly rich and complete information base

The lazy Jiang Qing let himself go, feeling that nothing mattered, until an inexplicable chuckle sounded in his mind

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