I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 108
A quarter of an hour later, with tears on his face and red and swollen eyes, Du Rufeng walked out with the support of his son Du Li.

"Boyu, please accept my respect. If you hadn't taken the risk to save him, I'm afraid Ah Li would also have died. You have been very kind to me and my son!"

After saying that, Du Rufeng bowed his head to the ground, and Du Li knelt down and kowtowed in thanks.

Song Boyu hurriedly ran forward and helped Du Rufeng stand up. Xiu Niang also stepped forward and helped Du Li up.

"Sir! What are you doing? You helped us when Xiuniang and I were about to live on the streets without a stable home. What's more, you are my mentor. I should rescue you because of circumstances and reasons. You are like this If you do it, won’t you be divided?”

Du Rufeng could no longer suppress his emotions, and hugged Song Boyu with tears and sobs.

After a while, Du Rufeng calmed down and left with Du Li to take care of his family's funeral.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Song Boyu that he must leave as soon as possible to send his parents' ashes back home, and that he must observe mourning for a full year.

Song Boyu also understood the importance of this matter and nodded: "I will prepare for another half month and will set off on March [-]st."

After sending Du Rufeng and his son away, Song Boyu thought about it for a while and decided to try to crush the bubble of obsession of Xu Hongyi, the founder of Tongzi Kung, tonight and start a journey to the abyss of suffering.

For this reason, he specifically told Xiu Niang: "I have established a foundation and started to practice. In order to deduce and practice a unique skill that specializes in cultivating the soul, I have to practice in seclusion for half a month. This retreat is different from the past. I will lose consciousness and dream about the soul.

You only need to feed me liquid food three or two times a day, and keep a close eye on me so that no one can get close to me. "

Xiuniang agreed and asked with some worry: "Brother, is this dangerous? Do you need to ask Brother Xun and the others to protect you?"

Of course, Song Boyu didn't want more people to know, so he shook his head quickly: "This matter is of great importance, I just rest assured that you must not tell others the secret! I will go to Xueya Martial Arts Hall to ask for leave now, and I will say that I am going to return to my hometown, and I need to keep a vigil in advance .”

After the explanation, Song Boyu went directly to Xun Feipeng's martial arts gym without delay, explained the situation, refused Xun Feipeng's offer to stay, and returned home before nightfall.

In order to adjust his condition, he ate a lot, and all of it was converted into pure Yang essence, and the essence was transported according to the Great Zhoutian cycle, activating the body and soul.

The divine jade black-yellow eyes kept shining black and yellow, making his movement around the world extremely smooth.

After everything was ready, Song Boyu kept his spirit ethereal, exhaled the stale air slowly, and his true spirit entered the waning moon dream.

This time Song Boyu did not hesitate and directly crushed the bubble that symbolized Xu Hongyi, the founder of Tongzi Kung Fu.

In an instant, the entire waning moon dreamland shook violently, as if the world was about to collapse.

The moonlight was falling crazily, reflecting the place like day. The cold rock he was sitting on gradually became warm under the moonlight, and actually came to life, turning into a giant crane a hundred meters high.

The spot where Song Boyu sat was the red spot on the top of the crane's head.

The crane revived, spread its wings and sang, and the dream was shattered. Song Boyu felt a rush of wind and lightning, and the surrounding landscape was changing rapidly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the surroundings became increasingly dark and humid, with heavy black mist lingering around.

He could see twelve terrifying stone statues reaching into the sky of the black mist world, exuding soul-stirring power.

I also saw brilliant clusters of light rising and falling, slowly transforming the black mist.

"Could this be the abyss of Shen Yan?"

Song Boyu couldn't help but said.

The crane chirped briefly, as if in denial. It suddenly leaned down, its speed suddenly increased, and it passed directly through the layers of black mist and fell deeper.

I don’t know how much time passed, but this place was different from the black mist world. It was gray and dead, and only some areas were still active.

Crystal crane-shaped characters emerged one after another, allowing Song Boyu to understand his situation.

"The world of black mist is the underworld of this world, and now it is under the underworld. The Chenan Yin Abyss is the accumulation of world history, the accumulation of obsessions, and in a sense the world's garbage dump. Reincarnated in the Shen Yin Abyss, Looking for opportunities? What kind of opportunities can be found in this kind of place?"

Song Boyu felt a little confused and didn't know what he could get here. He continued to browse, and Song Boyu learned how to return to the Yang world.

After dying in the reincarnation of Yinyuan, or practicing to the limit of the one-sided, small world, and big world of reincarnation, Yinyuan can return.

The crane was still flying rapidly, and Song Boyu felt warm in his body, as if he was inspired by some force.

There was another long cry, and the crane liquefied directly, wrapping Song Boyu, forming a light and shadow like a crane spreading its wings on his forehead. The whole person turned into a stream of light, and fell into a certain active side of the abyss.

The red meteor passed by, and Song Boyu felt like the world was spinning. When he regained consciousness, he felt pain, very painful!

Song Boyu felt as if a dagger had been inserted into his heart, liver, lungs, belly and brain, and the pain was almost unbelievable.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a dark surroundings, as if he were a coffin!
"Damn it, it couldn't have really penetrated into the coffin, right? This dark side fragment has some pits."

As he finished speaking, the light of the crane's wings flashed on his forehead, and a silver light enveloped him, filling him with strength. He actually opened the coffin covered with thick soil and climbed out of the grave.

When Song Boyu crawled out of the grave, he felt cold all over and the pain still existed. He groped his body and found that a dagger was really inserted directly above his head, as well as other painful places!

"Whoever is so wicked, inserting daggers into the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and brains of the dead, is simply not a son of a human being! Hiss, it really hurts..."

Song Boyu slowly pulled out the dagger stuck on his head, then pulled out the daggers stuck in his heart, liver, spleen and lungs one by one, and threw them to the ground with a clang.

The silver light circulated, and the wounds on the top of the head, heart, liver, etc. healed quickly. After a while, only a shallow white mark was left.

It was dusk at this time, and with the afterglow of the setting sun, Song Boyu could clearly see the inscription in front of the tomb. The silver light around him dispersed, and the crane on his forehead disappeared.

"Xu Hongyi's tomb is erected by Xu Xiangxue and Xu Xin. From the looks of it, it should have been erected by close relatives with the same surname. The characters in this false world of the Yin Abyss are consistent with those of the Yang world.

But why be so cruel and stab the dead man five times? "

Without any memory of the past, Song Boyu felt that this bizarre journey through the treacherous clouds was like exploring flowers in the fog.

As night falls, Song Boyu has closed the coffin lid and buried the grave again.

Although this person named "Xu Hongyi" has the same name as the founder of Tongzi Kung, Xu Hongyi, the death situation was so strange that he had to cover it up and try not to let people discover that this person had come back from the dead.

This is a cemetery, and there are always hundreds of graves. Song Boyu simply sat cross-legged in front of his own grave, observing his own condition.

His true spirit has taken over the opponent's remaining soul and has stabilized the soul's state.

(End of this chapter)