Chapter 813 Just Kill
Fu Qingzhou seemed to have had a long dream.
The pictures belonging to his previous life in this life, the pictures from Qi Ran Jue, countless secret knowledge of skills... they overlap and flicker randomly.
Not only that, but also the true memories of one’s own “past life” in that modern city.
They haven't appeared for a long time, but this time, for some reason, those memories kept spinning in his mind.
He seemed to see his adoptive father again, the old policeman who chased thieves on the street and shouted curses at the top of his lungs.
A moment later, the person scolding turned out to be Wu Changfeng, but Brother Wu looked like the monk he had been when we first met him. He opened his eyes angrily and cursed: "You are the fucking Fa Zheng! ”
Fu Qingzhou turned his head and saw Tang Jiao with tears in his eyes.
She came closer, raised her little face, cried and asked: "Brother, do you really... don't want to be coquettish?"
Fu Qingzhou's heart softened and he wanted to have sex. He stepped forward to comfort her, but when he took a step forward, Tang Jiao's face suddenly turned into Qiu Chan.
She put her hands on her hips angrily and said angrily: "You don't believe me! I can help you!"
Fu Qingzhou sighed and wanted to hold her face and say something, but when he put his hands in front of her When he stretched out his hand, what he held up was a white skull!
He was shocked and turned around suddenly. What he saw was a sea of blood.
But just when Fu Qingzhou was on guard, a gust of breeze blew by, and the sea of blood turned into the appearance of the True Immortal Palace on the top of Langhuan Mountain. Snow was floating in the sky, and the sea of clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.
Just when he was confused, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Disciple, you are already halfway through this road."
Fu Qingzhou looked back in shock.
I saw Long Dabei with his hands behind his back and sadness on his face, standing in front of the Xiehong Palace of Zhenxian Palace, saying in a deep voice: "But don't go any further... Qi Ranjue, You lied to us."
The next moment, Long Dabei waved his sleeves at him.
Fu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly burst into brilliant colors and the world was spinning.
"Hmm!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely. Some intuition told him that he seemed to have experienced a lot of things and finally woke up.
Then, before he could take a closer look at everything around him, an unspeakable pain came from the depths of his soul!
This kind of pain is like a machine that has accumulated fatigue for too long and finally breaks and collapses at a certain moment.
It poured like a landslide and tsunami, far exceeding all the pain Fu Qingzhou had experienced in the past!
In just an instant, his body and soul could no longer bear the pain, and he was about to die from the pain.
But in just a moment, the pain receded like a tide.
"W-what is going on..."
After a few breaths, Fu Qingzhou clutched his chest with palpitations and barely regained consciousness.
“Wait.”
He shook his head and finally remembered something: "I seemed...to fight against King Xishuo, so I asked Huijue to wake me up. Then I seemed to reach a pool with many Taichi fish around, and then... What then?”
But as soon as he thought about it, his head felt like an explosion!
Everything I saw in the dream just now is impossible to think about at this time. The more I try to recall, the more they slip away like sand between my fingers, leaving only some vague impressions.
Pop!
Fu Qingzhou slapped himself and finally woke up completely.
The most important thing right now is to understand the current situation!
What happened to King Xishuo, what happened to Brother Hua, the Xuanmeng Ceremony is like...
He raised his head, then his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
Where is this?
Surrounded by towering cliffs, heavy clouds and mist hovering in the sky like a cage, withered vegetation, and...
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyes and saw two people lying not far away.
He could tell at a glance that it was Jiang Baichuan and Huijue!
His pupils shrank!
Don't worry about how you got here, but now those two people...if they are not dead, you should kill them!
Fu Qingzhou held his hands on the ground and was about to get up, but what he touched was the touch of fabric.
He was startled and looked down.
I saw a wrinkled Taoist robe lying on the ground in front of me.
Fu Qingzhou picked up the Taoist robe doubtfully.
Why is there a Taoist robe here?
He looked carefully. The robe was cold to the touch and a little damp on top. It felt like it came from a land of ice and snow.
Land of ice and snow, Langhuan Mountain?
Qingsongzi’s Taoist robe?
But Fu Qingzhou is not sure. He only met his master once when he went up the mountain, and never again. Recently, he only exchanged letters and never met. He no longer remembers what Qingsongzi was wearing. What kind of clothing.
Just think of it as Qing Songzi’s clothes, but why are they here? Fu Qingzhou shook his head and decided not to think about it for now.
Only then did he notice that all the clothes on his body were in extreme tatters - although there were no injuries on his body, there were a lot of residual bloodstains. Perhaps the injuries had recovered on their own after the fight, right? But I really can’t wear the clothes anymore.
So, he put the Taoist robe on himself.
The big bow, quiver, cloud-splitting sword, and virtue sword were all missing...
After looking around, Fu Qingzhou sighed.
This is a bit troublesome.
Without weapons, it is difficult to kill someone.
After all, the person he wants to kill now is not an ordinary person.
But he still looked for it and picked up a particularly large stone on the ground.
After pondering for a moment, he walked towards Huijue who was closer.
Huijue collapsed on the ground, but did not faint, but opened his eyes and woke up.
Although he still has the body shape of a young child, he looks as old as a centenarian, giving him a strange and terrifying feeling.
Seeing Fu Qingzhou walking up to him, his eyes clear and calm, and the third eye on his forehead also missing, Hui Jue clearly showed a trace of despair in his eyes.
"It still...failed..."
He said hoarsely: "Why, Buddha, you...obviously..."
Fu Qingzhou remained silent. He suddenly raised the big stone and hit Huijue hard on the head!
There was a sudden sound, as if the stone was hitting steel, which made Fu Qingzhou's hand hurt.
And there was only a small white mark left on Huijue's forehead.
“After all, your head is still so hard?”
Fu Qingzhou sneered and raised the stone again.
Hui Jue looked at him with dead eyes, without resisting or evading.
when!
There was another sound, and the stone hit the same position. This time, it finally broke some skin and oozed out traces of blood.
"Buddha..." Huijue said hoarsely: "Why, for..."
Dang!
Fu Qingzhou’s face was sullen, and he smashed it down hard one after another!
He won't say anything like "Who is this for?" It's meaningless.
Huijue has harmed too many people and ruined too many families. Even if he died hundreds of times, he would never be able to forgive his hatred or atone for his sins.
But Fu Qingzhou never thought about using countless means to torture him, manipulate him, and save his life for the world to humiliate...
It's not that it's meaningless, but it's not enough.
The simplest way to destroy a person is to destroy his body and soul. In short, it is to kill.
No matter how unafraid of death this person is, no matter how complicated his past is, it does not matter whether this person has any intention of relief from death...
Only killing can make him die in the true sense. !
Killing him, only killing him, is the only way to comfort the dead soul in his hands!
Only death can end this time!
“Huijue!”
Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and slammed the stone down again: "Death!"
Crack!
This time the stone fell, and finally it no longer seemed like it was hitting steel, but it smashed Hui Jue's forehead open, causing flesh and blood to splatter and bones to crack!
But at the same time, the stone in Fu Qingzhou's hand also broke into several pieces.
Blood dripped down Hui Jue's cheek. He still had his eyes open, his eyes empty and lifeless. The figure of Fu Qingzhou picking up another big stone was reflected in his pupils.
Soon, Fu Qingzhou returned and once again raised the big stone with both hands.
"I...will not accept it..."
Hui Jue slowly closed her eyes and murmured.
Fu Qingzhou smiled.
“Not willing? That’s right.”
He sneered and said: "You are unwilling to give up, I am very happy!"
The boulder fell, the wind blew, and settled with a dull sound.
(End of this chapter)