People are in the heavens, starting as Li Xingyun

Chapter 334 I Didn’t Lie to You This Time

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Just as the bronze axe was about to chop down, a cold light suddenly flashed in Jin Kaijia's eyes.

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, the master was about to dodge, but before he could take action, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his neck, which then became stronger.

He touched the painful area in confusion, and then he found that a sword handle had appeared on the right side of his neck.

To be precise, this was a silver dagger, and at this moment the blade had completely penetrated into his neck... With such a fatal injury, there was obviously no point in treating him.

With a thud, Jin Kaijia's majestic body swayed and fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound, just like the previous Long Zhan.

The air suddenly became quiet. Murong Long and the demons from the Star Moon Palace all stared at the scene in amazement. Then their expressions became tense and they gathered together silently, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.

There are experts too!

In full view of everyone, Jin Kaijia's life was taken with just a dagger. Although there were some elements of sneak attack in it, with such a fierce method, the opponent's cultivation must not be too bad. He must be at least a master-level expert, or even stronger!
However, the monsters in the Star Moon Palace did not notice that while they were on guard against the people in the dark, Tang Yan, who was ignored by everyone, was staring blankly at the dagger stuck in Jin Kaijia's neck, as if she had discovered something incredible, and the expression on her face gradually became interesting.

Then she raised her head and looked at Long Hao, who was being pinched by Murong Long's neck and standing in front of him like a shield. Her eyes flickered and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Damn it! Who is behind this?!"

On the other side, Murong Long, who had been complacent, now looked extremely pale, not only because of the tragic death of his confidant Jin Kaijia, but also because of his fear of the person who had acted secretly.

As the person with the highest cultivation level present, he understood better than anyone how terrifying the attack just now was. He was unaware of anything from beginning to end. He only saw a flash of light, and Jin Kaijia was hit. He couldn't even determine from which direction the dagger was shot by the opponent.

In other words, if that attack just now was directed at me, my fate would probably not be much better than Jin Kaijia's.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of flesh being torn.

Following the sound, he saw that the strangely appearing silver dagger was pulled out from Jin Kaijia's neck by itself, as if controlled by an invisible hand. With the gushing of blood, it turned into a dazzling silver light again and shot out at an incredible speed.

The first Star Moon Palace master had no time to react and was hit head-on by the silver light. He ignored the opponent's raised weapon and went straight through the man's throat as if cutting tofu.

A line of blood appeared on the man's throat, and when the head rolled to the ground, the silver light had already shot out like a harvester, cutting off the heads of six masters in succession.

"What the hell! Go away!"

"Witchcraft! This must be witchcraft!!"

"Spread out quickly! This is the only way to have a chance to survive!"

"Damn it! Don't come over here!!"

……

This bizarre way of killing, like the flying sword technique that only appeared in vernacular novels, now appeared before their eyes vividly, making the demons in the Star-Moon Palace terrified. They quickly used all their strength to escape in all directions, hoping to stay away from the silver light that was like the god of death's scythe and save their lives.

However, it does not matter, the cultivation of these masters of the Star Moon Palace is certainly not weak, and their lightness skills are also first-class or even top-notch in the world.

But no matter how fast your Qinggong is, it can never be faster than light.

In an instant, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground, but their bodies continued to run quickly due to inertia.

Blood gushed out from the bowl-sized fracture like a fountain, as if dyeing the entire grassland red. The scene was extremely creepy.

A moment later, when the ray of silver light shot towards a frightened middle-aged Taoist priest, the other party roared in shock and anger, rolled on the ground without caring about his image, buried his head deeply, and avoided the fatal silver light.

With a "puff" sound, as if piercing through a layer of thin paper, the silver light pierced into the Taoist's vest and pierced into his chest.

From a perspective that cannot be seen with the naked eye, the silver light on the surface of the dagger immediately spread out and turned into an extremely sharp sword energy, which instantly blew the Taoist's internal organs into pieces. His body was also pierced with countless blood holes, like a sieve.

At this point, except for Murong Long, all the masters from Xingyue Palace who had come to this northern border land were killed on the spot, without a single one escaping.

"Dead, all dead, all dead..."

Mu Zimei, who had been standing next to the carriage, and the beautiful woman sitting in the carriage, looked at the headless corpses with miserable looks of death on the grassland with dull and bewildered expressions, and the former even murmured to herself.

Soon, the whispering turned into a neurotic chuckle, then a loud laugh, and then a wild laugh. It did not stop until tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, but instead became more and more intense, as if he had gone mad.

As for Murong Long, he seemed to be frightened by the scene before him as well. He stood there in a daze with a dazed expression on his face, as if in a dream, until he bit his lips and drew blood, he came to his senses a little.

Suppressing the fear and instinct in his heart, he did not choose to escape immediately. Instead, he took out the Star Moon Palace's magical weapon, the Sun and Moon Hook, raised it to the neck of "Long Hao", and then urged his internal strength to shout loudly.

"Your Excellency is very skilled, Murong Long is ashamed of himself, but it is absolutely impossible for me to just sit there and wait for death. If you still care about the life or death of this kid, then don't act rashly. Otherwise, even if Murong Long is defeated, he will surely use him as a scapegoat."

After saying these words, Murong Long's body tensed up again and his mind became extremely nervous, as if he was waiting for an attack that might come at any time.

Obviously, he was gambling, gambling that the other party was like other righteous masters, hypocritical, and afraid to lose face, and was unwilling to bear the infamy of not saving a child from death.

Only in this way would he have a chance of survival, instead of being beheaded like the other people in the Star-Moon Palace.

"hehe!"

Just then, he suddenly heard a sneer of contempt.

It felt very close, as if it was ringing next to my ear, and the voice was also very crisp and tender, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, just like an eight or nine-year-old child...

Just as he was thinking this, Murong Long felt his left hand holding the Sun and Moon Hook tighten slightly, and a small hand rested on his wrist.

Before he could be surprised, a terrifying suction force came from that small palm. At the same time, the powerful energy in his body quickly flowed along the meridians of his left hand and poured into that small hand like a flood.

With a "bang", the Sun and Moon Hook fell to the ground, and then, under the gaze of Tang Yan and the purple-clothed girl, as Murong Long absorbed the true energy comparable to that of a top master, the young body of "Long Hao" continued to make crackling sounds. As his robes fluttered, Tang Yan and the others seemed to have an illusion that Long Hao's body was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No!"

“This is not an illusion!”

Tang Yan, who was standing not far away, saw clearly that the green robe that originally fit her son was getting smaller little by little.

Or it should be said that people are constantly growing, and the clothes that do not change no longer fit, and are supported by the increasingly strong and upright body, appearing very tight.

Snapped!
Long Hao, who looked no different from a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, smiled and loosened his hand, allowing Murong Long to retreat backwards in embarrassment and finally fall to the ground.

A strand of long gray hair fell down. At this moment, Murong Long was hunched over, skinny, with wrinkles and old man's markings all over his skin. It seemed as if he had aged several decades in an instant. He went from being a handsome young man in his prime to an old man on the verge of death. It was extremely strange.

"It's... it's you... how... how is it possible..."

Murong Long raised his head with difficulty, the figure of the young man in front of him was reflected in his cloudy eyes. His hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from a blower that had not been repaired for many years. It was harsh and unpleasant, and it was filled with astonishment and fear as if he had seen a ghost.

"Nothing is impossible. Just like you, who is not as good as a newborn, didn't you live a very comfortable life before?"

Pulling at his tight clothes, "Long Hao" showed a bit of helplessness on his still handsome face. Then he lowered his eyes to look at Murong Long, who was slumped on the ground and almost drained dry by him, and immediately sneered with disdain.

"Don't worry, you won't die for now. After all, for a mentally twisted pervert like you, living like this may be the most painful punishment."

"Of course, this is far from enough. We have a lot of things to play with slowly..."

As Shen Sui Xin said this, the smile on his face became more and more kind, but Murong Long felt a chill in his heart when he saw it. It seemed that he had imagined himself suffering all kinds of inhuman torture in the future, just like what he had done to some people before.

"No!"

Murong Long let out a low roar, forcibly gathered a trace of true energy in his palm, and slapped his forehead with his backhand.

However, "Long Hao" reacted faster. He grabbed Murong Long's palm in mid-air and broke it directly. Then he bent his fingers and tapped it repeatedly. The fierce energy instantly fell on his body, sealing most of the acupuncture points, making him unable to move anymore.

After doing all this, "Long Hao" threw Murong Long at his feet, and even wiped his hands with his clothes in disgust, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Hao'er!"

At this moment, a woman's anxious cry came from behind him. "Long Hao" looked over and saw that it was Tang Yan, the mother of this body.

"You...you...what on earth is wrong?"

Looking at her son who seemed to have grown five or six years older, Tang Yan's face was filled with a mixture of shock and fear.

Before, after she saw the dagger that killed Jin Kaijia, she already had some doubts in her heart, but she thought it was too absurd, so she didn't dare to believe it.

The subsequent killings with flying swords were even more unbelievable and completely beyond the scope of martial arts. It was not until "Long Hao" suddenly took action and used the evil method of devouring the life energy of others that she finally confirmed that all this was done by her eight-year-old son.

However, even after seeing it with her own eyes, Tang Yan still found it a little hard to believe.

How come she didn't know that her son was so capable?
And if that was true, then why didn't Hao'er take any action before, but instead watched his father, uncles, and those senior brothers and sisters from Bajimen being humiliated and killed tragically? This is totally illogical.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan couldn't help but look carefully at the "Long Hao" opposite her, and gradually discovered that the young man in front of her, no matter his every move or temperament and demeanor, had nothing in common with the son she should be familiar with.

Especially the eyes, which were calm and indifferent, as if they had seen through the changes in the world and understood all aspects of the world.

Although there was no evil intention, nor any violence, desire or malice shown, Tang Yan could not help but feel a chill in her heart, blood and marrow when she was glanced at by such a look.

Such a look should not appear on a child who is only eight years old, let alone on the son he is so familiar with.

"Who...are you?!"

Tang Yan said in a dry voice, her mind suddenly recollecting some mythological stories she had read about the reincarnation of demons. The story was so similar to her son's current situation that her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she desperately wanted an answer.

"Don't think too much. I am still Long Hao, just a little different from before... Well, have you ever heard of such a thing as Su Hui?"

The young man with clear features said this calmly, with a strange purple light flashing in his eyes.

"Suhui?"

Tang Yan was stunned when she heard this, then nodded hesitantly.

"I have heard that there are such monks in the Western Regions. They are said to be highly skilled practitioners who retain the memories of their previous lives after reincarnation. They can then continue to accumulate practice experience, saving a lot of time and effort, and making their future martial arts achievements even higher...

Hao'er, do you mean that you just accidentally awakened your wisdom and gained the memory of your previous life's practice, so you can do those...those things?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Long Hao" smiled and nodded: "I know this is hard to accept, but this is the best explanation I can think of in the short term. If you still can't accept this setting, I can delete your memory now and create a new one."

Tang Yan: "..."

Tang Yan's heart, which had been lifted a little, sank to the bottom again in an instant. She looked at "Long Hao" with a pale face and a look full of sorrow. Finally, she asked tremblingly, "Is he... still alive?"

"Alive."

"Long Hao" knew who the "he" the other party was asking about. After hesitating for a few seconds, he added seriously: "I didn't lie to you this time."

"If you are willing to wait patiently for a few years, I can promise to return it to you intact."

(End of this chapter)