The owner of this magic weapon shop is very cruel

Chapter 44 Memories

She is dead.

When the black lines formed by the death sword wrapped around her, she remembered everything, and at the same time, a voice claiming to be Mountain Nightmare appeared in her mind.

The Mountain Nightmare integrated into her soul, and by changing her memory, he wanted her to take him out of this secret realm unknowingly. However, her death had nothing to do with the Mountain Nightmare, or in other words, she She also wanted to thank him for giving her a chance to take revenge with her own hands.

A few days ago, before meeting Su Li, Xia Rou and five senior brothers and sisters, in order to try their luck, chose to go to the small lake in the center of the Purple Bamboo Forest to look for the legendary Purple Emperor Bamboo.

Purple Emperor Bamboo is a spiritual creature that can only evolve after ordinary purple bamboo grows for tens of millions of years. It belongs to the thunder attribute and has a natural sword shape. It can store a large amount of thunder spirit power. Even if the immortal cultivator does not have thunder spirit roots, he can control it through it. Using thunder and lightning, whether in combat or against thunder tribulation, has a powerful effect. It is the preferred choice of most sword practitioners when making spirit swords. Therefore, as long as they can find a purple emperor bamboo, they may not need any resources for their subsequent training. Worried.

However, like most cultivators who were lucky, they found nothing. After searching for three days with no results, they had no choice but to give up.

Afterwards, several people sat around the small lake and discussed waiting for dawn to continue looking for elixir elsewhere. However, something happened suddenly that night.

The originally calm lake surface suddenly became turbulent, and then a man in black sprang out from the bottom of the lake. Just by meeting him, he seriously injured Senior Brother Lu, who had the highest level of cultivation, with one palm. Then before they could react, a red talisman was struck by a man in black. People were thrown in front of them.

Bloody Talisman!

The red blood mist spread instantly, and only Xia Rou was not contaminated because she was far away, and then...

Thinking back now, Xia Rou still felt her heart twitching. With just one violent blood talisman, five senior brothers and sisters at the eighth level of Qi Refining died of exhaustion in the fight against each other. She wanted to stop her, but was stopped. They casually pierced their stomachs with swords. At the seventh level of Qi refining, she couldn't even intervene in their unconscious fight. She could only watch, cry, and shout helplessly from a distance.

Demon cultivator...

Xia Rou really wanted to ask why good people always don't live long. This is true for their parents, master, and several senior brothers and sisters.

After the people who had been hit by the violent blood talisman gradually lost their breath, the man in black who had escaped came back. He looked at Xia Rou who was leaning against the tree with a serious abdominal injury with interest, and then chopped him off with a knife.

Xia Rou used her spiritual sword to support the ground and barely managed to avoid the knife, but her left wrist was easily cut off. Then, the man in black was not in a hurry. He slowly took back the knife, smiled contemptuously, and said: "It seems My sword is not rusty yet, but it has been thirty years, and you Xuanling Sect people are still so incompetent that you cannot resist even a violent blood talisman."

"Are you...a demon cultivator?" Xia Rou looked up and stared at him, wrapped the wound with spiritual power, leaned her back against the tree, barely raised the spiritual sword with her right hand, and assumed a defensive posture.

"What is righteousness, and what is devil?" The man in black walked towards Xia Rou gently, and at the same time, the spiritual power of the twelfth level of Qi Refining burst out, with some strange aura, exuding a substantive coercion. Xia Rou, it was difficult for her already seriously injured body to even move.

Then he raised his hand, pointed a finger at Xia Rou, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I just think this sentence is more handsome, and it doesn't mean anything else. After all, as a demon cultivator, of course I know what It’s a devil, hahaha!”

While laughing crazily, the man in black stabbed Xia Rou hard with his fingers, and then poked her entire right eye to life.

Pain that made her soul tremble spread. Xia Rou roared, and the spiritual power gathered in her dantian was chaotic. However, stimulated by this pain, Xia Rou miraculously broke free from the pressure of the man in black. Then, she gritted her teeth and raised her hand, using up all the spiritual power in her dantian, she slashed at the man in black with her sword.

There was a pop, and blood spread, but unfortunately it didn't belong to the man in black.

Xia Rou's sword was cut in the air. In contrast, the man in black was like playing with a mouse, slashing Xia Rou's body with one knife after another. Xia Rou wanted to escape, but her right leg was chopped off, and then her whole body was cut off. The man in black kicked her to the ground. She was not dead yet, not because of her strength, but because the man in black didn't want to lose her fun so quickly.

So what is death? Xia Rou, who was lying on the ground at that time, was thinking about this question. Now Xia Rou, who is looking at the sky, is still thinking about this question. She can't find the answer, so she can't let go. Maybe this is the so-called obsession?

She was born in a relatively wealthy family, and her father was a well-known philanthropist who was willing to do charity, build bridges and pave roads. He would help whenever he could. However, when Xia Rou was nine years old, a small wind chill easily killed her. His life was taken away, and only a year later, his mother passed away in a hurry due to overwork, leaving only her and her brother to depend on each other in the Xia family of Beilan City.

Fortunately, his younger brother is up to par and has been both civil and military since he was a child. Although he is young, it is not a problem to defend the Xia family's foundation.

However, the good times did not last long. When he was twelve years old, a demonic cultivator came to Beilan City. He stretched out his sleeves and a thick blood mist enveloped nearly half of the people in Beilan City. The younger brother pushed her away with all his strength, while he was covered in blood. The mist engulfed her, and when she reacted, the demon cultivator flew away, the blood mist disappeared, and naturally the people in the blood mist also disappeared, including her brother.

She couldn't quite remember how she got here in those days. When she regained consciousness again, what caught her eye was the somewhat weathered face of her master.

The master found her in the dead Beilan City, used magic to confirm the news that her brother was still alive, healed her injuries, tested her spiritual roots, led her to rebuild Beilan City, and finally took her into the world of immortality .

However, such a kind-hearted master was shattered by lightning. It was just because when he was young, he witnessed the demon cultivator killing people and he did not save him in time, so he had a defective Taoist heart, ha! There is a lack of Taoism! God is unfair!

Alas... So what is death? Finish? Annihilation? Destination? Or start?

Xia Rou never believed in fate, but she had no choice but to compromise under the tricks of fate time and time again. When the man in black slashed her head with the knife, a black flame suddenly ignited in her heart, and then turned into strips. The black thread climbed onto her spiritual sword. Then, Xia Rou moved her wrist slightly, and the spiritual sword covered with black threads flew up automatically. Under the surprised eyes of the man in black, she cut his sword into two pieces.

"Sword Intent?" The man in black screamed, but after seeing Xia Rou lying half-dead on the ground again, he sneered again. No matter how strong the Sword Intent was, the person driving the Sword Intent couldn't even hold the sword.

He threw the broken knife in his hand, and the dark red spiritual power in his palm quickly gathered, hitting Xia Rou's chest hard, and then grabbed Xia Rou's heart with his palm.

At this moment, a large amount of black mist rose from the lake and spread to all directions in an instant, submerging Xia Rou and the man in black.

Before Xia Rou's consciousness dissipated, she could only vaguely see a human-shaped black shadow, looking at the black flame in her chest.

When the world treats you badly, do you want to take revenge on the world?