Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 616 Revenge
They were indeed entangled by grievances, and the deaths of these grievances were closely related to them, and could even be said to be directly linked.

These souls who died with resentment watched the perpetrators dazzling and made a smooth journey, but they could only groan and cry in the gloomy darkness without seeing the light of day, full of hatred can be imagined.They have been waiting for this day for many years.

Their souls have long been broken into scattered fragments by the cruel sparring, their consciousness is incomplete and vague, and their hearts are trapped in another heart, and the sun cannot be seen.Only in some special moments, occasionally the soul will be returned, and some blood-stained pasts will be found.

They hate it, no matter how long it has passed.And with the drift of time, this kind of hatred increases day by day, converging into lakes of resentment, hidden deep in the hearts that do not see the sun, waiting for the day to let go.

until today...

They heard a familiar voice calling, awakening them one by one from their horrific dreams.This voice was like the murmur of a loved one, a childhood memory, and the embrace of a long-lost mother... It made their turbid state of mind clear up for a long time.

This voice called them softly, comforted them, and made them wake up from their drowsiness and see what day it was today.Beating in the dark room that imprisoned them, they were excited and jumping for joy, knowing that this was their finally waiting for redemption.

At the beginning, the voice was gentle and the power was weak, and they could only be awakened from the broken spiritual consciousness through the barrier.

The weak words contained the love and comfort of the elders. With this voice, they seemed to be able to see the legendary figure who led them to grow up from childhood, and now rescued them from chaos.

It also led their souls to wander, and gradually freed themselves from the stagnation.All the clansmen are waiting, waiting for that moment...

With the passage of time, the voice gradually became stronger, no longer gentle at the beginning, with the sound of Jin Ge, and the killing intent was hidden.Their broken spiritual consciousness gradually gathered in this special voice, barely condensing into a complete consciousness.

More and more clansmen have regained consciousness. Although they are still trapped in the dark "dark room", they can also feel the various breaths lingering around the soul, some familiar, unfamiliar, and some specious... Thousands of shattered confusions respond to each other.

They were looking forward to, and saddened, to enjoy the long-lost reunion and relaxation together, and even suppressed the endless hatred in their hearts.

Although the way they met was unusual, they still felt a slight joy, at least they could meet again before they died.

The next step is to wait...

It was not until they heard the clamor of excitement from a slightly young soul consciousness that they finally faded away the trace of negativity hidden deep in their hearts.

That is the trumpet of victory... Countless broken souls echo each other, making a stronger voice, in accordance with the elders' orders, vowing to destroy all dirty hearts.

They all believed and believed—

There is a day when their family will escape from life.

Even in death, they are free.

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Seeing the miserable and eerie death of the young man, Ningxia, who was not far away, shuddered at the top of her heart, her mind went blank, her back was covered in cold sweat, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

But things don't stop there.The body of the deceased quickly decayed, the flesh turned gray, and it seemed to lose all its blood in an instant.The muscles were stiff, like a weathered corpse in an instant.

The deceased was a young man, and Ningxia clearly remembered his youthful face when he died.How can young people not be tender?What's more, the wealthy disciples who grew up in Jinxiudui were all fair and clean, with ruddy complexion and a pampered appearance.

It took only a few breaths of time after his death that the corpse would degenerate to such a degree that no one would believe it if there was no problem.Really chilling.

and many more……

Ningxia raised her head.I saw that the spots of light were condensed on the top of the corpse. Although it was not as dazzling as the fighting platform, it could not be ignored.

These spots of light escaped from the dead boy, slowly floating in the air, gathered together little by little, and finally gathered together and solidified into one thing.

sword?That's... a sword!

Ningxia was stunned, looking at the shapeless sword in mid-air, with so many thoughts stuck in her chest, she was unable to speak.

Several kinds of conjectures that have been formed just now came quickly, no matter which one it is, it is hard to think deeply.

Sword again.

Holy vein.Sword slave.

The sound of the sword on the night of the sway of things, the demise of Chonghuan.The sound of the sword now resounding through the sky, and the inexplicable sword shadow appearing in front of him... all of them indicate that all of this is likely to be related to the sacred vein.

Jiang Dongliu has a deep hatred with the Saint Vein clan, and has devoted himself to destroying the Saint Vein for many years.Although there is no evidence, the demise of the Sacred Veins over the years is probably also related to him.

So the question is, is what he has done over the years really just to destroy the Saint Vein clan?If so, he has already done it.Then he jumped out now, and why did he make such a big battle?
He planned for many years and slaughtered all the sacred veins, could it be just for today?Maybe it's just for the smooth completion of today's plan.

If this is the case... then everyone here, especially those beasts who have "used" the sacred veins, are afraid that the luck is much worse.Thinking of this, Ningxia couldn't tell whether she was more scared or more happy.

If she wasn't in the game, she would probably be happy.I am glad that these beasts who have done evil for so many years have finally been punished.

Good and evil always pay off.It's not that they don't report it, it's just that the time has not come.

After all, the present newspaper found it on its own.Not one can escape.

Ningxia suddenly felt blessed, maybe this was the good show that Mrs. Hongji "invited" her to watch.For her, this is indeed a "good show" that is completely relieved.

It's a pity that she seems to be involved in this farce herself, and she has become the pond fish that has been affected, and she is not in such a good mood.

While thinking about it, the sword shadow has been completely solidified, and the virtual hangs above the corpse, with the heart of the sword facing down, facing the corpse.

This is a very beautiful sword.

Although it is now just a phantom composed of light and shadow, it is still vaguely visible. It used to be gorgeous.The thin and long sword body, the hilt is wrapped with gorgeous lines, exuding an unspeakable atmosphere.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it is only a shadow that once existed.It has long since ceased to exist, and died along with the soul in it.

It is very likely that the corpse it is facing is the one who killed it tragically.This man has now paid a heavy price for his actions and died tragically here.

This has to be said to be a very ironic thing.

(End of this chapter)