Chapter 252 - Hong Zhan

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In other words, it is to throw the corpse of the northern cultivator here, and then push the Red River and let it flow downstream. Or, if lucky, let the indecent family members who have been waiting for him find his body, such as allowing him to be buried.

As for the cultivators from the south, they would be beaten or insulted and so on before they were pushed into the river in the same way.

It was a large tomb, full of crows and flies, and the smell of corpses was so strong that I wanted to vomit. If you want to find a place more disgusting than this, there is probably only the place at the end of the legendary Red River that does not belong to the living.

............

As soon as he arrived, Zuo Xuezhan fell to the ground, and Hong Zhan, who had been carried behind him, also fell naturally. But Hong Zhan didn't stop there, his eyes looked around among the corpses everywhere, as if he was looking for something.

Left Blood Battle didn't pay attention to him.

He carefully pulled out the tattooed soldier that had been inserted into his left abdomen, and naturally he didn't care about anything, and swallowed a pill directly in his mouth. After doing this, he looked at Hong Zhan. At this glance, he was directly stunned in place.

I saw that Hong Zhan's entire right hand was blood-red, and there was a round thing in his palm. Zuo Xuezhan looked carefully and found that it was actually a heart!

Poof!

This heart was crushed by Hong Zhan, and the blood qi mixed with the black qi in his palm, condensed but not dispersed, turning into a dark red liquid. He took a deep breath and tore open his robe.

On his chest, it was the hideous dead palm prints.

Boom la la la......

The Death's Palm sprinted, and the black chains that were as straight as living creatures spread to his left arm. At the same time, the dark red liquid seemed to be attracted by the chain, and flew towards the left arm.

Ahh......hhh

Left Blood War is not confirmed, whether it is an illusion or not. But on the dark red liquid, he heard the sound of grief and roar, a roar from the soul. It is also the last cry of knowing that his soul will be enslaved. Zuo Xuezhan heard that voice and found that his heart trembled.

When he came back to his senses, Hong Zhan had calmly sat on the ground and looked at him.

The corpses were everywhere, and the smell of corpses and blood was so strong that it made people vomit.

But neither of them cared.

They looked at Hong Zhan's eyes with hope.

But Zuo Xuezhan's eyes became colder and colder.

Because he probably thought of that legend, the evil sect that had been hidden for hundreds of years.

Corpse Tattoo Road!

"Why?" said Zuo Bloody Battle.

"Because it's your words, maybe you'll understand. Hong Zhan spoke: "I know, the family will not understand, the world will not understand, but if it were you, maybe it would understand. 」

"What is the difference between me and others? I am also here to defend my homeland and repel the northern barbarians! I also have people who care about me!" Hong Zhan stared at him deadly: "You can see how many people I have saved and how many foreign enemies I have killed on the battlefield!"

Zuo Xuezhan still had a cold face and did not speak.

"How many times have I saved you? How many times have you saved me? The relationship between us is like brotherhood!" Hong Zhan looked at Zuo Xuezhan with a touch of fanaticism on his face: "I think you will be able to understand me!"

"Whether it's in the Corpse Pattern Dao or in the Hong family, I feel like I'm just alone, and no one can understand me!"

"But if it's you, I'm sure you can!"

There was a long silence.

The frenzy in Hong Zhan's eyes gradually subsided, and he looked at the still cold Zuo Blood Battle. The bitterness on his face replaced the frenzy: "Is it really impossible?"

"Did you hear that?" said Zuo Bloody Zhan suddenly.

"What do you hear?"

"The mournful cry of the soul. Zuo Xuezhan looked at him with a serious expression: "If you hear it, how can you continue?"

"We kill because we have different positions. The same is true in both the South and the North. But after he died, he had nothing to do with it. 」

"The dead are greater. 」

"But you're different. 」

"You ...... It's not a human anymore. So, how can I, who are human beings, understand you?"

Hong Zhan's face was like ashes, and he smiled miserably: "Aren't you human anymore?"

"Hahahaha!" he was like a madman: "I am a flood of war, I think I am not stained by the mud! Even if I am in the corpse pattern, I still retain a human heart!"

"But at the end of the day, aren't you human?!"

"Hahahaha!"

Zuo Xuezhan ignored Hong Zhan, who was like a madman, and said to himself, "Kill me. Otherwise, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. 」

"For I saved you when you were about to die. I can't let myself save a demon and continue to wreak havoc on the world. 」

Hong Zhan still laughed wildly: "Adversary?"

He looked at Zuo Xuezhan, and his eyes flashed with anger: "You turned me into a demon!"

Call!

The black qi swept through the space, and when Zuo Xuezhan came back to his senses, he had already come to the front of him. Tightly clasped Zuo Xuezhan's neck, as long as he used force, he could end his life.

The two looked at each other.

A stone's throw away.

What made Hong Zhan uncomfortable was Zuo Xuezhan's eyes that were as kind as spring in the past, but now they were as cold as the middle of winter.

"Hmph!" Hong Zhan let go and looked at Zuo Xuezhan, "I'll give you a chance." 」

"Attack me with all your might, and it should be to repay your kindness for saving me this time. 」

Zuo Xuezhan looked at him, without hypocrisy.

The black qi on his body is great, but it is not a gloomy black gas, but a majestic ink.

He punches.

............

Looking at the picture in front of him, Xiao Hu was still a little distracted.

The picture dissipates, turning back into a black hair and finally disappearing.

The Great Elder's voice still sounded, "Zuo Bloody Battle is right, we are no longer human, strictly speaking. It is the existence of a half-human and half-ghost between life and death. Because of this, he can turn part of his body into a memory image through the secret method of corpse pattern. 」

Speaking of which, Xiao Hu already vaguely knew something. He looked at the Great Elder and said nothing. The Great Elder also realized, and the dark shadow that had been shrouding his face gradually dissipated, revealing a slightly old face: "Yes, I am Hong Zhan. 」

Because that black hair was plucked from the head of the Great Elder.

Xiao Hu was silent for a moment before he spoke, "What you want is the Pattern Technique of the Left Blood Battle?"

Hong Zhan nodded slowly, "Yes. As he spoke, he lifted his robe with some difficulty, revealing his left rib. On his left rib, I saw a crimson fist print, slightly sunken for a few minutes, looking extremely hideous. What's even more terrifying is that the crimson fist mark trembled slightly like life, making the death palm print on his chest retreat by three points.

"The Blood Battle Fist is even more powerful than the world imagined. It's just that the power in this refers to the Corpse Pattern Dao against us. 」

"Back then, I had a discussion with Zuo Blood. When discussing the Dao, I told Zuo Xuezhan about the skills and ideas of combining my Hongjia Fist and the Corpse Pattern Dao. He was indeed a genius, and a few years later, he mixed his own insights with the various mental martial arts of the Zuo family to create such a pattern technique. 」