Chapter 569 Soul Kill
Chu Zhiyuan owed them too much blood debt.
Blood debt must be paid with blood!
Their hearts boiled with murderous intent, and they wished they could just rush in and kill everyone without leaving a trace.
His eyes burst out with cold light and fire, and he stood up and sneaked towards Ziyang Villa.
Black figures shuttled through the woods, silently and at extremely fast speeds.
The black figure blends into the shadow of the tree, occasionally flashing in the moonlight and disappearing soon after.
To approach Ziyang Villa silently using Qinggong, you have to pass the bone towers.
The Bone Tower emitted a dense white light under the moonlight, making them awe-inspiring.
An inexplicable feeling of fear arose, and the cold air seeped into his back.
There are too many masters in these bone towers, including some great masters.
These grandmasters are all masters who are not inferior to them, and many of those great masters are top masters that are elusive and out of reach.
It was so majestic before, but now the bones are piled here, exposed to the sun during the day and dried in the shade at night.
It is so sad to be unable to rest in peace and die without a burial place.
It’s all damn Chu Zhiyuan!
Killing intent boiled in his chest, and his whole body burned, driving away the fear in his heart and the chill in his body.
They accelerated again, drew their knives or swords, and shot at Ziyang Villa, which looked like a giant beast entrenched in the moonlight.
Ziyang Villa was shrouded in silence, and the surrounding guards seemed to have withdrawn unconsciously.
Stimulated by the murderous intent, the twenty-four men in black were no longer afraid.
As long as Chu Zhiyuan is not around, they are not afraid even if there are great masters. There are two great masters among them.
It is difficult for a Grand Master to tell the difference between life and death, except for Chu Zhiyuan, the killer.
When they rushed forward and were about to fly towards the high wall of Ziyang Villa, their progress suddenly slowed down.
Forty-eight eyes couldn't help but cast their eyes on a flying knife.
A flying knife flew slowly from the gate tower and suspended in mid-air.
It is crystal clear, exquisite and exquisite, with faint patterns flowing through it.
Under the bright moon, it is looming.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to it and they saw it clearly.
Just like a torch lights up in the dark night, you can't help but look at it.
They were a little confused, a little wary, and felt something was wrong.
"His throwing knife!"
Someone whispered: "He is here!"
The twenty-four people stopped suddenly, turned around and left.
If they knew that Chu Zhiyuan was there, they would never have the courage to approach him, or even have the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan.
Anyone who had the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan would turn into a dense white skeleton in the Bone Tower.
But just as they turned around, a bright moon suddenly appeared in their minds.
The bright moon is bright and flawless, pure and beautiful.
Immediately, the bright moon turned into a sword light and fell straight down, striking at the center of his eyebrows.
The next moment, their eyes went dark.
Twenty-four men in black fell to the ground one after another, including two grand masters.
The crystal-clear knife flashed, and then floated back to the gatehouse, stopping on a cloud pattern on the beam of the gatehouse. The people below could not see it when they looked up.
At first glance it looks like he is hiding.
The gate of the villa opened, and two rows of guards appeared. They came to the twenty-four shrinking corpses and looked at them.
"He is indeed a demon from the evil sect. He can build another bone tower."
"These guys want to take advantage of the prince's absence, hey!"
He wanted to take advantage of the loophole, but instead he jumped into a pit of fire.
"Let's see if anyone dares to come next time."
"It's probably going to kill me completely."
The guards were discussing in twos and threes, relaxed and leisurely.
Even if the prince is away, Ziyang Villa is still protected, which makes them feel safe.
"How did these guys die?"
"Of course he was killed by the prince."
"But how did you kill him?"
All they saw was the flying knife flashing in the air, and then there was a bang, and all the invading evil sect demons died.
Too unbelievable.
"Your Majesty is a man of God, he has his own magic, so you don't have to think too much."
"Exactly!"
"It's amazing!"
……
Chu Zhiyuan was sitting on his bed, with the window open and a bright moon hanging slanting on the night sky.
Tianjing is also a city that never sleeps.
The lights on the tall buildings in the distance were bright, and the sound of silk bamboo and giggles echoed in the night sky. It was like the sound coming from the palace in the sky.
Chu Zhiyuan was filled with emotion.
His transformation is truly miraculous.
The flying knife entrusts a part of its sword soul, and it can actually judge the aura of the evil sect master and kill it directly.
It can also directly absorb the souls of dead evil sect masters to strengthen the soul of the sword.
The sword soul in the flying knife now only has a baby-like mind and only instincts.
It's like putting a bottle to your mouth, then opening your mouth naturally and sucking it in.
When it sees these evil sect monsters, it will naturally kill them.
But when seeing other people, there is no intention of killing them.
This is the fundamental idea originating from oneself, implanted in this immature sword soul.
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His mind was filled with emptiness.
The bright moon in the void is bright and dim, and another sword soul is also being nurtured.
But the gestation speed of this sword soul is much slower, far less than the previous one.
I have bitten off more than I can chew.
Cultivating two sword souls at the same time is bound to be slow, and it is far inferior to focusing on cultivating one.
But now he has no skills and needs more sword souls.
The more sword souls there are, the slower the growth will be, but the more souls of evil sect demons will be harvested at the same time.
So based on the total harvest, more sword souls are more cost-effective.
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The early morning mist enveloped Tianjing City.
In the early morning in Tianjing City, the aroma of various snacks fills the air.
Zhao Rongfei strolled to a restaurant, looked up, and shook his head in disappointment.
I was unlucky today and didn't meet Chu Zhiyuan.
Just as he was about to greet the waiter, he saw two young men striding in and approaching him.
He frowned and said, "It's you two again, and we're still fighting!"
"Senior Brother Meng invites you."
"Meng Gengbai?" Zhao Rongfei frowned: "I haven't eaten yet. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it after dinner."
"When you are full, can you beat Senior Brother Meng?" The skinny young man snorted: "Zhao Rongfei, don't delay, hurry up!"
"Tao Dongtian, you are so embarrassing."
Another young man said in a deep voice: "It's Senior Brother Meng who took the initiative to help us!"
Zhao Rongfei sneered: "Song Wuyang, don't you think this is ridiculous?"
"You don't dare to see Senior Brother Meng, do you?"
"Go as you go, why don't you dare!" Zhao Rongfei stood up and hummed: "Lead the way!"
The two turned around and left.
Zhao Rongfei stood up and followed, exited the restaurant and entered the bustling crowd.
Zhao Rongfei saw them walking further and further away and said impatiently: "Where to meet Meng Gengbai?"
"Get out of the city."
"Why go out of town?"
"There will be city guards making trouble in the city, so we can't just fight."
"...Okay."
The group of three people passed through the bustling crowd, turned around two streets, walked eastward, and came to a forest outside the East City Gate.
There is a blank space in the woods, and a small pavilion is built next to it.
At this time, there were already several young men and women in the small pavilion, talking and laughing.
As the three people arrived, the men and women in the booth looked over one after another.
Zhao Rongfei glared coldly at Song Wuyang and Tao Dongtian who were leading the way.
Then he looked at a tall and handsome young man in the crowd, Meng Gengbai.
Wearing a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he acted openly, calmly and calmly.
He stood on the edge of the crowd, pressed his hands on the railing of the booth, and looked calmly this way.
When Meng Gengbai saw him, he smiled and nodded gently: "Brother Zhao, you are so brave."
Zhao Rongfei cupped his fists and said calmly: "Brother Meng, what can you teach me?"
He glanced at everyone in the pavilion and sneered: "Are you here to see the excitement?"
The men and women in the small pavilion are not only from the Qiling Sect, but also from the Golden Sword Sect where they belong, and even the true successors of the Wuxiang Sect and the Phoenix Sword Sect.
There are nine true disciples in total, and the rest are non-true disciples, all of whom are masters.
It can be said that masters from the four sects gathered together.
This is all just to see myself making a fool of myself!
(End of chapter)