I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 125 Soul Burial

【Uncle Qiang, who are they? 】

This sentence is the beginning of all nightmares.

During the Dongping Island fire twenty years ago, Lin Xi and Datou did go out to play, but they did not miss the massacre. Instead, they were the first to encounter the murderer.

"Mr. Wang, who is this?" Pale skin, black robe, shoulder-length hair tied into a braid, and silent walking. Although he looks only about twenty years old, the man looks like a ghost in a horror movie.

The middle-aged man standing in the middle of the crowd, wearing a neat suit, glanced at the two children with disgust and said, "Long, we didn't invite you here for these lowly little devils."

The man Long, who finally had a name, smiled shyly and returned to the crowd like a ghost.

"Have candy." Wang Qiang bent down, touched Lin Xi and the other person's head with a smile, and then shared the candy with them.

The two children watched the crowd enter the village in confusion. They happily ate candy and continued to play at the entrance of the village until the man named Long came over again. He squatted down, looked at the children with burning eyes, and asked with a fanatical smile on his face: "What's your name?"

"Lin Xi." The young Lin Xi answered ignorantly. He was frightened by the other party's excessive enthusiasm. He subconsciously took a step back and said, "Uncle, is there something wrong? I - Ah!" The man in front of him held his head down.

"I was right." Long was trembling all over, and couldn't help muttering:

"There really are immortals in this world, there really are immortals!"

"The old man from the Qin family didn't lie to me..."

“Uncle, what are you talking about…” Big Head stepped forward bravely, but with a bang, he was knocked to the ground and fell into coma.

Long stood up straight and laughed happily: "The immortal that countless people have been pursuing for thousands of years has actually been found by me——"

"Destiny! Destiny!"

Then Lin Xi also fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he first felt as if something was wrapped around his neck. His whole body was naked. After opening his eyes, he found it was a braid, a blood-stained braid, and the blood that seeped out had dyed his entire body.

There were corpses all over the ground in front of him, and strange patterns were drawn on the ground with blood. Long stood in front of him, with a flat head. He was mumbling nervously: "How is this possible? This is impossible..."

"The immortals were born with three souls, and ascended to heaven after turbidity of seven spirits... There is no reason why my soul burial technique should be wrong, no reason..."

"Why!" He suddenly lifted Lin Xi up, with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Why haven't you used my spiritual hair and eaten so much blood food and yet the power is not working?"

The fear made Lin Xi want to cry. She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. The village behind her was a sea of ​​fire. Not far away lay the middle-aged man in a suit, the Qi family father and son, Wang Qiang and Datou. Under them were piles of pale corpses who had bled to death.

"Ugh~" He successfully vomited out.

The dragon who was vomited all over suddenly woke up, suddenly let go of his hand, looked dazed, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

“You lunatic…” The middle-aged man held a gun in his hand. There was a deep scar on his chest that almost exposed his internal organs. The glowing aura was trying hard to keep the wound from splitting. He said weakly: “There are no immortals in this world. Those are just the ravings of the ancients who went crazy…” “How is it possible that someone’s soul is three times the limit of humans…”

"Qin Wanglong is a madman, and you are also a madman..." (Note: Qin Wanglong is the author of Qin's secret book, and is called the incarnation of the dragon, with the power to destroy thousands of riders with one blow)
Long's cheek, which was scratched by the bullet and had a bloody mark, twitched for a moment, and he looked up to the sky and laughed: "I can't be wrong, I can't be wrong!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and a strange gas mixed with gray and black rose from the ground, grabbing Lin Xi and the middle-aged man. He slowly cut open the middle-aged man's carotid artery with his fingers.

Blood gushed out, the braid on Lin Xi's neck and the lines on the ground glowed, and countless bloody auras rose. At this moment, he seemed to see hundreds of resentful souls entangled around him, and finally they were bound by the lines and braids, melted by the bloody aura, and poured into his brows.

"The soul is the essence of the spirit, and the spirit is the spirit of the soul. Drive the soul and show the law, and the strong soul can force the sky to fall..."

"The immortals descended into the world with three souls, and ascended to heaven with seven spirits..."

Long was muttering something, one word after another, as if engraving it into Lin Xi's head with a branding iron, causing him to wail loudly.

After a long time, the spell was finished. Long seemed very tired, with beads of sweat appearing densely on his forehead. "This is the secret soul burial technique of my Hebei flying thief clan."

"Today, I offer you a thousand souls and a thousand bloods as sacrifices, and teach you the secret soul-burying technique. One day, I hope you can purify your seven spirits and ascend to heaven, and your wish will come true..."

He grabbed Lin Xi's arm, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "If you are really an immortal, you must be used by me. If not, I will come to take your life in twenty-five years."

The black gas surged wildly and in the blink of an eye it all penetrated into Lin Xi's brain. After Long let go of his hand, he could hardly stand. He glanced at the few survivors, then turned and left.

Wang Qiang, who had woken up early but had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly stood up. Looking at the scene, he burst into tears.

"Uncle Qiang, Uncle Qiang..." Lin Xi called out to a familiar person in a weak voice.

"Uncle is sorry, uncle is sorry!" Wang Qiang was covered in blood and fell headfirst into a pool of blood. He got up with fear on his face and left in a hurry.

The memory stopped abruptly.

"Fairy..."

Lying on the hospital bed, Lin Xi already knew which word Wang Qiang was pronouncing, but he just felt it was a little ridiculous.

According to the Soul Burial Technique, the so-called soul is the core of spiritual will, the spirit, and the spirit-mind is mental power. Mental power can be strengthened with acquired training and used to perform spells. However, the core spirit, or soul, cannot be extended. It is a kind of talent, and one is born with it.

The spirit determines the strength of the technique, while the soul determines how magical the technique is.

The immortals mentioned in the Soul Burial Art actually refer to humans who are born with more than three souls. That is, the limit value of human soul is marked as 1. As for the source of this limit value, the Soul Burial Art does not mention it. As long as someone reaches 3 or above, no matter the specific number, they will have immortal-like abilities.

For example, turning stones into gold, riding on clouds, flying into the sky and hiding in the ground, achieving immortality, and having your dreams come true...

Such a magical statement, but in Lin Xi's opinion, it is just a fantasy. In thousands of years of history, there has never been such a person. If it is not a fantasy, what is it?
Just for an impossible fantasy, he inexplicably slaughtered all the humans on the island as a blood sacrifice, trying to create an immortal. He is indeed a madman.

How could there be such a ridiculous thing? And still wanting to make your wish come true...

and many more? !
It seems that I can’t make up for it today, unlimited firepower is really fun…

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(End of this chapter)