Achievement system: I am cultivating immortals in the world of martial arts

pain!

Han Yun felt that every inch of his body's skin and every meridian was in severe pain as if he had been poisoned. He felt that his life was passing away quickly. This was the feeling of death.

he knows,

He has experienced it.

"Kill all these monsters!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I can't die, my wife, my child..."

"Father, where are you..."

"I only hate this old man for being powerless, for not being able to kill all these monsters!"

"Heavenly catastrophe, Martial Dao collapsed, the Martial God is dead, who else can save Martial Dao!"

"Hate! I hate! I haven't revenged myself yet!"

Tens of thousands of creatures, the terrifying resentment formed before they died, impacted Han Yun's mind, and he felt that his soul seemed to be torn apart, dissipated, and annihilated.

Han Yun finally knew why the first group of Demon Cultists who entered the core area almost all died, and only one person who came out alive was also crazy.

Such a terrifying impact of resentment caused too much damage to the soul. Ordinary people would undoubtedly die. Occasionally, someone with a strong will or a strong soul would go crazy without dying.

He is now being impacted by these terrifying resentments, trapped in a cage, and there is no way to escape. The resentments that have accumulated for countless thousands of years will not dissipate, and he will definitely not be able to survive.

We must find a way to solve it!

The pain in Han Yun's whole body, on the contrary, made his confused brain clearer, and he quickly thought of a solution.

Almost all of these people's resentment comes from not being able to take revenge with their own hands, from not being able to kill all those enemies called demons, and a large part of their obsession comes from the severance of martial arts, which cannot be passed on.

Moreover, none of these people chose to surrender in the face of an invincible enemy, and all of them were fighting to the death. They were all heroes and needed to be respected.

Thinking of this, Han Yun gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up, bowed with palms in his arms, and shouted,

"Seniors, please listen to this junior! I don't know how many years have passed, but what is certain is that those monsters and demons were all killed by the humans who came to support them!

They all died, their bodies fell to this land, and their souls could not be reborn forever!Your vengeance has been avenged! "

As soon as Han Yun said this, the impact of resentment around him was reduced a lot, and the pain in his soul was also relieved.

He was overjoyed and went on to say,

"Moreover, the martial arts in our martial arts world has not been cut off. Today, the martial arts are prosperous in the world, and the whole people are martial arts. There are Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism inheritance, generals to protect the people, seven righteous forces to guard the righteous way, and a powerful dynasty to protect the people's well-being. In this prosperous age of the world, in this world of martial arts, it is as the seniors wished.

Seniors, please... return to the ruins! "

Han Yun maintained a posture of bowing and clapping his hands motionless, while the resentment around him gradually began to dissipate, and the tingling feeling in his soul also gradually disappeared.

Finally, the last trace of resentment dissipated, and Han Yun felt gratitude from that trace of thought.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the clothes on his body turned into a green robe again, and the companions around him also came back, all of them looked dazed and at a loss.

"Just now... what happened?"

Fairy Xuanyi asked.

"What did you see?"

Han Yun looked at everyone.

"I saw that Yumen Pass was breached by the monsters and barbarians, and everyone died tragically by their swords."

Qi Xiaoyu's face was pale, with lingering fears in his heart.

"I saw that Confucianism and Taoism were shattered, and the people of Dachuan were all like barbarians, drinking blood like hair."

Chai Yuan said seriously.

"I... saw myself being killed by my brother."

Wang Fugui laughed and scratched his scalp in embarrassment.

"What about you?"

Han Yun looked at Fairy Xuanyi.

"I saw……"

When Fairy Xuanyi said this, she paused for a moment, her pretty face flushed slightly, she gave Han Yun a blank look, and said in a bad mood,

"You don't care what I saw, but what you saw. When I was about to wake up, I seemed to hear you talking. What are you talking about? Did you rescue us?"

Looking at Fairy Xuanyi's expression, with Han Yun's intelligence, how could he fail to guess that the other party's illusion must be related to him.

"It's nothing, let's go, there will be no more crazy things here."

Han Yun took the lead and walked forward. There was a mountain top, where the Martial God Temple was located countless thousands of years ago, and it was also the destination of his trip.

He will face his final opponent on this trip.

Everyone was preoccupied, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed.

Han Yun is still sorting out key information such as Wulingjie, Wushen Temple, Wushen, and Buddha.

They are now at the foot of the mountain. After walking up the mountain for more than half an hour, they saw a person sitting on a rock halfway up the mountain.

This person has a dignified appearance, extraordinary appearance, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose bridge, clear eyes with a little vicissitudes, a leisurely and unrestrained smile on the corner of his mouth, and a small grass that can be seen everywhere on the roadside in his mouth.

He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing white clothes, simply wrapped around his body, showing a small half of his chest, holding a wine gourd in his hand, took a sip, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, smiled, as if no one was there, Chic and happy.

"Hey, someone finally walked through that area. It's not easy. It's been a long time waiting for you."

The man chuckled, raised the wine gourd in his hands to Han Yun and the others, and took another swig.

With just one look, Han Yun knew that this person was not the one he was looking for.

"Isn't this Fairy Xuanyi, you're here too?"

The white-robed alcoholic laughed, jumped off the boulder, stood in the middle of the road, and looked at the crowd without any embarrassment.

"Chen Wuhui? Why are you here?"

Fairy Xuanyi frowned slightly, looking at the white-robed drunkard.

"Chen Wuhui? This person is actually..."

Wang Fugui opened his eyes wide, staring at Chen Wuhui in great surprise.

"Who is this man?"

Han Yun frowned and asked.

Wang Fugui looked at Han Yun like a rare animal,

"You don't know him? This is a third-rank powerhouse who has been famous for many years. He is the most powerful swordsman in the world. He has the name of sword fairy. They must be stronger, and they are addicted to alcohol, drinking alcohol every day, and they have created a set of Drunken Immortal swordsmanship, with a clear sword heart, which is rare among the three ranks.

Raise your sword and ask your heart, you have no regrets, a pot of turbid wine drunk your face.

Wine Sword Immortal!

Chen Wuhui! "

"That's a good point, let's make it clear, hahaha, let's do it."

Chen Wuhui was so drunk that he held up the wine gourd and took another big sip, with a happy smile on his face.

"Chen Wuhui, what are you doing here?"

Fairy Xuanyi frowned and asked.

"Me? I'm entrusted by others to be loyal, and I'm here just to...stop you!"

Chen Wuhui tapped his finger lightly, the movement was elegant and natural, the long sword flew out from behind his back automatically, and hovered in the air in front of him.

(Thank you Miss Huaxianzi for reading, rewarding and reminding me every day, such a kind lady must be a cute little fairy, um, like Fairy Xuanyi)