Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1858 Broken

"Master Shengzi?" The young man beside him said cautiously, waking up the stupefied young man.

He is... where is he?He vaguely remembered what happened just now?He should be doing something right.

The young man felt that his thoughts were a little chaotic at the moment, and he also had an indescribable irritability. Hearing the young man's repeated inquiries, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable.Instinctively, and as if following a certain voice in his heart, he directly struck and broke the slender neck.

"You, you..." The other party seemed to never have expected that the young man would attack him, his neck twisted into a strange and terrifying arc, his pupils dilated, blood was continuously overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to want to say something more when he opened his mouth.

It's a pity that the lifeline has been cut off, and people can't survive.

Seeing the light in the boy's eyes dimming little by little, the young man called "Holy Son" didn't seem to relax at all, but became more violent in his heart.

No, it shouldn't be like this He seems to have something to do.Hurry up, can't go on... can't go on what?

He paused, only to feel that the madness in his heart became more restless.

"Yu'er, Patriarch Xuan'er went to the central hall to preach. Where are you...?" The solemn middle-aged man came towards him and asked with a frown.

Yuer.Who is Yu'er?Yu'er is... me?So who is the Son?also me?

The young man only felt that his brain was a little chaotic, and his rationality told him that this was true, but there was a small voice in his heart that kept refuting.With a ferocious air, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably.

After a long time of not responding, the middle-aged man showed doubts, his expression became a little serious, and he was still talking incessantly.

"You should..." The other party's eyes widened suddenly, and he lowered his head in disbelief.

Half of his forearm pierced through his chest, his ribs shattered, and there was a creepy "squeak" sound, and the turbid, hot and smelly liquid gurgled like a tide and instantly dyed people red.

"you……"

The young man looked indifferently at the middle-aged man whose eyes could not be closed, retracted his arms, and watched him fall casually.

As if... not enough.

He passed the middle-aged man who died tragically, he walked through a wide courtyard, and came to a very luxurious palace.

There are many, many people here, men and women, all kinds of people, or their faces are familiar, or they look surprised when they look at him.Everyone greeted him, talked up and down, chattered.

He became more irritable and thirsty for blood.

No, no, it's not like this... Every time he kills a person, he will get a moment of compliance from the bottom of his heart, but it will also add another layer of hostility to him.

not enough!What is wrong?
Wrong, all wrong!
When he calmed down a bit, everything he could see was crimson, and the ground was full of people in miserable death.

But it was still not enough, he looked around blankly, there was no sound and no one.what is he looking for
"What are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a human voice came from the ear, and the handsome man stood not far away, looked at him and smiled.

Young people don't want to bother.In other words, his consciousness is chaotic, he is clearly awake, but it seems that he can't really connect with his body, and there is still a strange sense of unreality floating in his heart.

The man was not angry when he saw that he didn't answer, but just looked at his blank look with interest.

"Let me see... are you looking for him?" He turned his head to look in a certain direction.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in that desolate and uninhabited place. It was emaciated, stooped, and dressed in coarse gray clothes. It was as humble as dust.

Young people do not know why.When he saw that figure, his whole body trembled as if he had been poked at a sensitive point, his throat was dry and hoarse, like a destroyed machine, making a "cracking" sound.

"It's him." The man You Zi said.

To shut up.

"A mere handyman in the martial arts room can make the Holy Son stop, which makes me a little curious."

To shut up……

"Why didn't the Holy Son invite him to come. It's just a lowly person..."

Shut up shut up shut up!

"you are……"

Before he finished chanting this passage, his secretive half-smiling demeanor was frozen forever.

It seems that he hasn't realized why the world in front of him is spinning, and when his eyes go dark, he loses consciousness forever and can't say anything anymore.

Looking coldly at the body that had lost its head, the young man didn't cast a single look, but just looked at the voice not far away, his back turned to him.

Through that figure, he seemed to see a certain period of dust-enclosed years in a trance.After a long time, he walked up to the man lightly.

As if sensing someone approaching, the other party slowly raised his head.

However, what came into view was a face that was so familiar.

who? !Who is he?Who is this face?It shouldn't be like this... It's wrong, there must be something wrong.

He may not have noticed that his first reaction in the panic was to touch his own face, as if to prove something.

He felt that his hand seemed to be uncontrollable again, and he raised it high.

Soon... soon there will be no need to see that face.There is a voice in his heart that keeps telling him that this is the end, as long as he kills this person, it will be fine... What can it be?
The blade of the sword was raised high, and it was about to reach the neck of the opposite person, and even the head was cut off with that frightening face.

The young man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and all his movements stopped at this moment.A viscous, warm liquid gushed out from the numb place. The world in front of him was turned upside down, and his vision was invaded by darkness bit by bit. At the last moment of clear consciousness, he heard someone shouting "Holy Son...".

A deep male voice echoed, but it wasn't his voice.

It turns out that I am not the Son of God.

It turns out... this is the feeling of death.

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Jiang Yan was covered in blood, and the clothes all over her body were destroyed by the flames, half of which had been burnt clean and torn.The exposed skin showed a kind of scorched black from severe burns, the blood flowed continuously, and the black air was transpiring, making him look full of evil spirits.

But what was strange was that the other party was not as furious as expected, but instead had a strange divine light flickering between his brows, as if he had discovered some new continent.

"Holy Son, you're finally here..." Seeing Jiang Yan, the few remaining soldiers rushed over almost weeping with joy.

They have endured so long in this sea of ​​flames, and were inexplicably slaughtered by their fellow sects, so they thought they would have to explain it here this time.

Unexpectedly, it was this adult who they usually avoid like snakes and scorpions who saved them.

"This is... Uncle Bai?!" When they rushed to Jiang Yan, the other party took back the spirit sword.

And the decapitated body tilted down, and the familiar face turned upwards, with a ferocious expression.

Bai Yu died at the hands of Jiang Yan.

(End of this chapter)