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Chapter 698 Seeking

"Tempest Willow Formation!"

An old hoarse voice remembered, and terrifying sword qi scars flew out from the sky in an instant. Like a group of snakes dancing wildly, and like thousands of heavenly thunders flickering, Chaoliu raised his crutches and pointed at Ye Qingcheng. The terrifying sword qi immediately flew out, forming a dense and intertwined sword shadow, enveloping Ye Qingcheng's body.

At this time, Ye Qingcheng was covered in blood, and for some reason, his spiritual power and comprehension of the Empty Lotus Potential did not work at all in this nightmare. The only thing he could resist was to rely on his comprehension of the sword, but to find the flaws in the frenzied sword qi, and then keep dodging and fleeing.

But escaping is not the way to go. He's trapped here, and no matter where he escapes, it's a dead end.

What annoyed him the most was that he fled without a fight, but even in his dreams, he didn't like to be chased and killed like a lost dog. He wanted to resist, he wanted to fight back, but he didn't have a sword in his hand.

"Tom!tom!tom!tom!tom!tom!tom!to......m!to

The sound of the human skin drum rumbled through the valley like an earthquake. For Ye Qingcheng, this is death, but for all the evil ghosts here, this is a carnival.

The figures of the ghouls, like natives around a campfire, danced excitedly to the sound of drums and the cheers of pursuit.

Except for the young sword soul who beat the drum, and the chaotic willow sword soul who was in charge of hunting, the remaining thirty-three sword souls sat on the throne with great interest, watching Ye Qingcheng being chased and killed by chaotic willows.

"Poof!!"

On the ground, a stream of blood soared, and Ye Qingcheng was once again struck by the sword qi, as if he was thrown by a sharp whip, and his body immediately fell, hitting the blood stream below, stained with blood. The cheers intensified, as if the slaughter was what they were most looking forward to, and it was only the slaughter that piqued their interest the most.

Ye Qingcheng crawled out of the blood stream in embarrassment, casually pulled out a broken sword inserted by the stream, stared at the chaotic willows that flew down, and shouted: "Come on!!"

However, just as he held the broken sword, he sensed a kind of desolation, a desperate desolation. This feeling did not come from his heart, but from the broken sword in his hand.

He turned his head in disbelief, stared at the broken sword in his hand, and was silent for a moment.

In this moment, Ranwillow was already holding a strange shape, swooping down and hitting him in the head. If he doesn't fight back or dodge in time, his head will be shattered in an instant.

However, he made a move that all onlookers could not believe.

He discarded the broken sword in his hand, and not only that, but he spread his arms and closed his eyes. It's just a posture of sitting back and waiting to die.

He gave up his resistance and left it to his slaughter.

In an instant, the sharp end of the deadwood cane slammed into his forehead, almost piercing his skull. However, at the most critical moment, Ranliu's figure hovered in mid-air and did not pierce his head.

At the same time, all the cheers around him stopped.

All the ghosts here are the shadows of the unjust souls who have been killed by these sword souls, and they are about to enjoy the climax of the feast, and they are collectively silenced.

The drumming ceased abruptly, the cheering was gone, the feasting ceased, and all the noise was silenced. At the same time, the ghosts of those demons dancing around gradually disappeared. The scene became eerily silent, except for white ghostly fires floating in the air and a broken sword stuck in the ground.

"Why don't you hide?" asked Ranwillow disappointedly.

"Why don't you kill it?" Ye Qingcheng asked rhetorically.

Ranliu shook his head and withdrew his crutches.

At this time, the remaining thirty-four sword souls walked down from the white bone throne one after another. They walked to the side of the Blood Creek and sat down around a bonfire of bones.

"Clever little devils are always going to be boring. Although the willow has a hideous appearance, it shows a sad loneliness.

"yes. The young sword soul who was beating the drum before shook his head and said, "Even this little bit of happiness has been deprived, which is really disappointing." ”

"Don't numb yourself. Judging the sword soul, he said, "Since you came here, which of you has really been happy?"

Ye Qingcheng walked over, squeezed out a seat next to the young sword soul and sat down, and said, "Each of you has hunted countless lives, and you still care about me?"

"It's because we kill so much that we hate it. Ranliu said: "The more you kill, the more disgusting you are, kill when the master is greedy, kill when the master is angry, kill when the master is bored, and kill when the master has no reason." Keep killing until finally hatred becomes a sword. ”

"We can't justify the killings. The young sword soul said.

"So, you seniors don't want to kill me, they just want to have some fun here?" Ye Qingcheng said.

The Ranliu Sword Soul took a deep breath and said, "Indeed, everyone just wants to scare you. You're a good offspring, and we have no reason to kill you. ”

"Let's go. The judge said, "We fellows are already disheartened, and we don't want to fight for the sword anymore, let alone kill anyone for you." ”

From being so frightened that his soul almost flew, in the blink of an eye, it became this kind of sad and boring scene, the contrast was too great, and Ye Qingcheng was difficult to adapt to for a while.

"I want to ask seniors one thing. Ye Qingcheng stared at the Judgment Sword Soul and said, "Why do you all have inexhaustible blood on your bodies, but there is no blood on your predecessors?"

"Actually, I have killed many more innocent beings by mistake than they are. The Judgment Sword Soul pointed to the flowing stream of blood and said, "The blood I stained is not on my body, but here. It's ridiculous, my name is Judgment, but I haven't really been just a few times. ”

"How can I wash the blood off your bodies?" Ye Qingcheng could leave, but he didn't want to go.

"I can't wash it away, I kill thousands of criminals, and I don't get a drop of blood on my body. The judge said: "But if you kill one by mistake, the blood will never be washed away." The sword is the root of all evil. ”

Ye Qingcheng has not killed anyone by mistake so far, but he doesn't dare to guarantee that he will not kill by mistake in the future. However, he still wanted to know one thing, and said, "Is there a sword in the world that does not stain blood?"

"Yes. The Judgment said, "Styx." It is the same as me, it originates from the underworld, it is my brother, and I have seen it in my dreams. It has experienced countless wars, and in the name of a ghost weapon, it has become a holy sword. I really don't know, what kind of character is its owner?"

"The master of the River Styx, his name is Yuntian. Ye Qingcheng said, "It's my master." He was a swordsman of the ages and the greatest animal tamer of all time, he rarely used a sword, but as long as his sword was unsheathed, it would have life and die under his sword. ”

Then, he smiled proudly and said, "No matter what the seniors say, this is the best proof." There is nothing wrong with the sword, it is wrong to use the person who uses the sword. ”

"Little one, you are not your master. After being silent for a while, Ranliu smiled and said, "If your master comes, the King of Judgment may think about it." But you're too young. ”

Ye Qingcheng saw that the matter had come to this point, and he couldn't force anything, so he stood up regretfully, arched his hand and said, "Disturb you." ”

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

Ye Qingcheng's body was still lying on the ground, in a state of suspended animation.

In the real Burial Sword Valley, there are a large number of dragon beast bones. Yan Shen stood beside Ye Qingcheng, raised his head and said to Liu Beishui, "Is your brother's affection deep?"

"We are brothers and sisters. Liu Beishui said unquestionably.

"Then your call, he should be able to hear it in the dark. Ember said.

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to save your eldest brother, just do as I say. Ember smiled mysteriously and said, "Call him, tell him, let him find a way to take off the helmet of the Soul Sword of Judgment." ”

"Why?"

"I'm going to capture the Judgment!" Ember said, "It's mine." ”

"Why should I help you?"

"How can I get your eldest brother out without catching the trial?" said Rock Ember coldly.

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