Chapter Ninety-Seven: Breaking the Cocoon and Being Reborn

Slowly, Zichen's body also emitted a white light. Gradually, a huge ball of light enveloped it. "What the hell is this!" Tianqing glanced at Zi Ling, who was shocked from afar, and didn't have the courage to move forward. The white light is starting to distort, is it about to shatter? No, can't stay here anymore.

If you take a step too late, you will be swallowed up by the bloody jaws of the beast that rushed out. Anyway, he was already stupid, Tianqing rushed out of the door and escaped from the Lock Demon Tower. Failing to complete the mission is a capital offense, but staying here is not the same as a certain death?

The white light began to shrink little by little, and then gradually accelerated, and finally, all the white light burrowed into Zichen's body and disappeared. Seeing Zichen's appearance again, it was completely different. Zichen before, black hair, bundle crown. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, upright posture, just like a gentleman's sword, upright, standing up to the sky.

And now Zichen in front of him is like a bloodthirsty, endless slaughtering scimitar. Scattered silver hair, red eyes, demonic, cold. What didn't change was the bloody clothes, which was his beloved, Ling Xi's blood. All happiness is destroyed like this, good people are always bullied, no matter what you do wrong or not, the more forbearance, the more rampant they are.

Zichen walked up to Zi Ling and looked at him trembling, "Hmph, why bother? After I leave, aren't you the Second Mountain Elder? What are you fighting for? I have always regarded you as my own brother, but you betrayed me." ”

"Yes,,,,,,I'm sorry,,, yes,,, yes,,," Ziling's whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't say a complete sentence. "It's over, it's too late. Zichen raised his hand and slashed down with a sword.

Ziling came to his senses and closed his eyes. But after the big sword slashed, Zi Ling still knelt in place, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that it was only his hair crown that fell.

"Let's go, before I have any regrets. Zichen turned around and didn't look at him again, Zi Ling knocked his head more than a dozen times in a row, and his forehead was bleeding, and then he stopped. Ziling left, with a lifetime of debt in his heart.

Zichen picked up Ling Xi and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and red lips again, and the last temperature dissipated in his arms. "You hate it here, I'll take you away. Before I go, I have one more thing to do, I want to kill them and avenge you. Zichen picked up Ling Xi and walked out of the Lock Demon Tower step by step.

"Qiu Ming! stop him! Go! He's crazy! He's crazy!" Ling Yun roared, flicking his sleeves and rolling Qiu Ming out of the cave. That's right, he's absolutely going to be afraid. After being reborn, Zichen is no longer what it used to be. As he said, the combination of Lingxi's best water spirit root and thousand-year-old demon pill can indeed achieve incredible results.

However, its spirituality has also achieved incredible results. It is born with hatred, resentment, great resentment. It can sense the unimaginable grief and resentment in Zichen's body, and they share a common mission to eliminate resentment. Shui Lingzhu finally chose Zichen and handed over his power to him.

The water spirit bead fused in Zichen's body, like the eye of the storm, and the madness condensed power at one point. In the end, the golden pill was gathered, and Zichen cultivation was instantly promoted to the peak of the late stage of the knot pill.

The second mountain, the summit of the main peak. It was still the same bloody clothes, and the silver hair was blown up by the wind. The corners of the clothes clicked. "My second mountain disciple listens to the order! The sect is unkind and brutalizes my Juque disciple. I have no quarrel with the world, but I still can't be tolerated. For selfishness and greed, slaughter Lingshan and kill my beloved wife. These are the four deadly sins! Although I have come out of the sword gate, I have already enmity with him as deep as the sea, and I do not share the heavens! My disciples, from me, will follow me to punish this sin. Those who do not follow, you can stand by and watch, I think of the relationship between master and apprentice, and I will not implicate you. ”

The words spread to every corner of the Sword Gate, but the disciples of Fan Zichen were all excited when they heard this. The emotions in their hearts can no longer be suppressed, and they are persecuted countless times in the battle for the head. Those who dissatisfied, those who opposed it, were brutally killed. Without the support of the master, they dare not speak out in anger at everything, and they are trampled under the feet all day long, looking at people's faces.

Previously, the master returned to the mountain to confess, and the hope they had preserved in their hearts was once again shattered. In the face of the oppression of the other party, they have become numb, and they are all like walking dead. Finally, finally, finally waited. The endless anger finally broke out. The disciples of the second mountain, as long as they are under Zichen's name, all obey, all of them roar, and all of them roar.

The sound of the words "revenge!" resounded in the sky.

"Zichen! Absolutely not! Master is just a demon in his heart, everything still has a turnaround, and there is no rebellion! This will be a disaster! It will be a disaster for you and me, and for the entire Sword Gate!" Qiu Ming finally found him, and when he saw him again, Qiu Ming was also surprised in his heart, this person, is it really Zichen?

"Senior brother, don't you want to avenge those disciples who died in vain for obeying you?"

"My ,,,,,,, I'm sorry for them, but war will only make more people die in vain!"

"You're wrong! Senior brother! If you don't kill them, more people will die in vain! Wake up! The wicked will not stop being greedy!"

Zichen turned around and shook his senior brother's shoulders vigorously with both hands. "Stop it, Zichen. Qiu Ming looked at the demon in front of him, and his heart was filled with grief and bitterness. "Senior brother, you are too pedantic! I don't want to see you for a while, if you are still my senior brother, help me take care of Hao'er." Zichen stepped on his sword and left.

Senior brother, such a blood feud, if you don't get revenge, you will be in vain. You won't understand that you are so powerless, that grief, that despair when you are so tortured to death by your beloved. You won't understand the touch of the heart when those desperate eyes look at you like that. You won't understand that it's clear that it's because you're incapable, and you finally get forgiveness, and you feel extremely guilty in your heart.

Hatred, only hatred remains.

The second mountain square was full of Zichen's disciples, waiting for the arrival of the master. The leader is Xue Sheng, although his cultivation is not the highest among the disciples, but he is the most admired and convinced by everyone.

Seeing the master in the sky, everyone knelt down and worshipped, "See the master!" Xue Sheng took a step forward, "All the disciples have arrived, please instruct the master!"

Zichen, with a wave of his right hand, immediately rolled Xue Sheng forward. "Who asked you to come!Have you forgotten the instructions of the master!""However, the apprentice wants to follow the master, sword the enemy, and fight to the end!" Xue Sheng grabbed the quilt Zichen and hung it in the air.

"Bastard! The teacher believes in you so much, but you take the words of the teacher as a deaf ear!