Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

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In the vast white space, there was a long blue ray. Lu Liang placed his finger on the blue ray and easily saw Lu Ci's life.

Then he used the demon sword Hirumaru and Duanmu Ying as anchor points, extracted all the related fragments, and pieced together the general truth in a very short time.

Among them was Lu Ci, who was young and frivolous. He and his brother Lu Ren roamed the world, made a name for themselves, and were proud of being known as the two pillars of the Lu family.

There was also the heart-pounding feeling when he first met Duanmu Ying, the eldest daughter of a medical family, at a gathering of young talents from the supernatural world, and the emotional frustration of pursuing her in vain in the long years that followed.

It suddenly shifted to the passionate years of fighting against the Japanese and saving the nation, as well as the disbelief and overwhelming hatred he felt when he learned that his brother Lu Ren was beheaded by the demon Eita during the Battle of Mianshan.

From that moment on, a haze began to spread in Lu Ci's memory. The rebellious boy in the past seemed to have grown up overnight. After realizing that his brother, who was regarded as the future of the family, had died, he decisively shouldered the responsibility that should have been borne by Lu Ren.

Then came the crucial Battle of Mianshan, where Lu Ci led the elite of his family to fight and wipe out the remnants of Bihenin. Finally, in a valley, he encountered a young man wearing Japanese men's high clothes.

The man was seriously injured, but he had a ferocious smile on his face and a long sword with demonic aura in his hand.

With the help of Lu Liang, everyone who was reading Lu Ci's memory immediately realized that this person was none other than the demon Eita who held the magic sword Hirumaru!

As Lu Ci remembered, it was in that valley that they successfully surrounded and killed Nikaidou Eita after a hard battle.

"So Eita is dead, he died at the hands of Lu Ci. And the demon sword Hirumaru also came into the Lu family at that time." Zhang Chulan folded his arms across his chest, watching attentively the memory fragments playing on the screen in front of him.

At least up to now, although Lu Ci's image is not likable, it is also very positive. He went out to fight against the Japanese and avenge his brother, and did not do anything bad.

But the next moment, there was a new turn in that memory fragment.

Just after the Lu family elite successfully killed Eita, Lu Ci knelt on his knees excitedly, pounded the ground with his hands, and cried out his brother's name.

But just to his left, there was a tall middle-aged man, staring with obsessive eyes at the purple long knife that Eita had stuck into the ground. Then, without anyone noticing, he walked up and pulled it out with one hand.

The next moment, a strange purple light appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man. Without any hesitation, he raised the Hirudo in his hand and chopped it down on Lu Ci's head!

There was blood splattering and broken bones flying everywhere.

It was another disciple of the Lu family who stood in front of Lu Ci at the critical moment and became a dead soul under the knife.

The entire valley was immediately filled with incredible roars and shouts.

The second battle officially begins.

While roaring in pain, Lu Ci killed all the Lu family disciples who were contaminated by the magic sword. Until finally, no one dared to approach the magic sword.

Most of the Lu family's elites had been killed, and even under the influence of the magic power, no one was willing to destroy the demon sword.

At the end of this memory, Lu Ci left the Hirugan in the valley, but eventually returned that night and took it away with a special magic weapon.

But perhaps even he himself did not notice that since that night, his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness had been tainted with a strange purple color.

"It turns out that Old Master Lu once suffered such a great loss from that Hirudo pill that he had no choice but to kill his family and companions. This must have been a tough feeling."

"But he went and came back, and used a magic rope to roll up the demon sword. He thought he was unaffected, but in the end he was still contaminated with a trace of demonic energy."

Wang Ye stroked his chin and noticed the changes that Lu Ci had undergone that night.

Sure enough, in the following years.

After Lu Ci secretly brought the magic sword back to the Lu family, he tried many methods to completely control it without being affected by the negative effects of Hiruwan, but he failed repeatedly.

During this process, his character became more and more perverse and violent, and his methods became more and more ruthless. He successfully took on the responsibilities of his brother, gradually gained the recognition of the head of the Lu family, and became the future heir of the Lu family.

It was not until the year 1944 that the news of the Thirty-Six Righteous Men leaked out and the Eight Wonders were also revealed, leading to the Jiashen Rebellion.

In troubled times.

Lu Ci, whose personality had changed drastically, would stop at nothing to pursue powerful strength. He searched for information about the Eight Great Skills from all over the world, and even fought with his fellow aliens in the world of strange people and committed murder in order to snatch the skills.

Until one day, he received an order from the elders of the clan to take action against Duanmu Ying, the successor of the Shuangquan Hands, one of the Eight Wonders, whose whereabouts were already known!

The whole plan was very successful. Under the premise of threatening Duanmu Ying's lover Wang Zizhong, the former quickly surrendered and was willing to follow Lu Ci to the Lu family, where he was suppressed under the Lu family ancestral hall.

At that time, Lu Ci still had love for Duanmu Ying in his heart, but since his brother Lu Ren died suddenly, he was also affected by the magic sword and could no longer curb his greed and brutality. Under the instructions of the elders of the Lu family, he began to torture Duanmu Ying for decades.

At first, Duanmu Ying truthfully confessed the secrets of the Shuangquan Hand, but this unique skill is difficult to understand, as it concerns the mysteries of human life. The Lu family spent a lot of effort in the following years, but no one was able to figure out even a little bit of the secrets of the Shuangquan Hand. Some even suspected that the skill was fake and that Duanmu Ying was just deceiving them.

So Lu Ci once again threatened Wang Zizhong's life to force Duanmu Ying, but even though the latter had been suppressed in the dungeon for several years, he insisted that what he handed over was the real Shuangquan Hand.

So the Lu family quickly came up with a second plan. They thought that since the Shuangquan Hand could not be cultivated, was it possible that it could be passed down through blood?

Duanmu Ying then faced a second shameless persecution. She needed to have a relationship with someone from the Lu family, give birth to a child with their bloodline, and then let the Lu family's child practice the Shuangquan Hand.

Faced with Lu Ci's request, Duanmu Ying would rather die than surrender and was determined to preserve her own reputation for Wang Zizhong. However, faced with the threat, she finally made concessions and used her own hands as the basis to produce a soul and flesh module containing her bloodline in a process similar to giving birth to a baby.

And all of this flesh and blood - finally, in various ways, entered the bodies of the new generation of the Lu family's Lu Ci lineage, and indeed it had an effect. As it was passed down from generation to generation, they gradually developed a talent for soul-clarifying techniques similar to the Shuangquanshou, but it was obviously incomplete.

Therefore, Duanmu Ying still had no freedom, and had become a machine, suppressed in a dungeon without seeing the sun, producing blood, soul and flesh day and night without stopping.

And such days have been going on for decades.

Until all the old friends had grown old, until Lu Ci gradually became the head of the family and became the current Old Master Lu.

The old and decadent Duanmu Ying was exploited like this for decades, until one day five years ago, perhaps her life finally came to an end, and all her youthful vitality turned into soul and flesh and was devoured alive by the Lu family.

Duanmu Ying's breath became weaker and weaker, until one day he was completely silent. Perhaps because he had been practicing the Shuangquan Hand day and night, his body did not decay. Instead, he fell into a vegetative state, neither alive nor dead.

But something even more sinister happened.

After discovering that Duanmu Ying could no longer produce soul and flesh, and that the latest generation of juniors still could not master the complete Dual Hands from their bloodline, the Lu family turned their butcher knives towards Duanmu Ying's body without hesitation.

After exploiting him for decades, they cut off his flesh and blood like a slow slicing, and fed it all to the younger generations of the Lu family as medicine.

Although Duanmu Ying's immortal body was able to repair itself, it became weaker and weaker in the process. Four years later, it began to show signs of decay.

Then one dark night, his body was finally eaten by the Lu family, leaving only a black and white photo and a pile of empty graves.

Not long after that day, the demon sword Hirumaru suddenly became rusty, Lu Huan suddenly fell off a cliff, and Lu Liang was accused of being the murderer and was forced to flee the Lu family.

The two most talented juniors left Lu Ci in this way.

With the help of Lu Liang, everyone successfully browsed through all the important memories of Lu Ci's life.

With the last flash of light, they felt dazed for a moment, and then returned to the reality of the basement.

In a somewhat dim dungeon.

Lu Ci, whose memory was extracted, lowered his head and remained in a coma.

But Lu Liang had already pulled his hand away from his head, and covered his chest. He couldn't help but bend over and retch, letting the sour gastric juice roll out of his throat and flow to the ground.

It was not until today that he knew what the red liquid that Lu Ci fed them back then was actually - it was actually real human blood and flesh!

Behind him, everyone had fallen silent, with gloomy faces and clenched fists, unable to believe that the truth was so cruel.

One of the three great families in the alien world, in order to obtain the Eight Great Skills, was so unscrupulous that he spent decades eating alive a woman who should have had a happy life!

"Lü Ci, you beast, you bastard, you really deserve to die!"

The first to collapse was Ma Xianhong. His eyes were red and he almost fell into complete madness. He turned the power of the Wu Dou Kai to the maximum and smashed it towards Lu Ci without mercy.

But when the fist was about to smash through Lu Ci's chest, it was offset by a force and deflected half a foot, landing on the body of the earth dragon formed by the earth river cart, and chiseling through a large piece of stone. The huge force it conveyed made Lu Ci spit blood from his mouth, and he woke up.

He looked at the people in front of him, their eyes full of hatred and contempt, and felt his head dizzy like paste. He immediately understood what was going on - all his memories had been exposed!

The crazy Ma Xianhong waved his fist fiercely and wanted to smash Lu Ci's head, but was stopped by Lu Jin with the five-finger talisman.

Lu Jin stared at Lu Ci coldly and said in a low voice, "It has been confirmed that the Lu family persecuted Duanmu Ying, but the death of Lu Huan has not been investigated, and the reason why the leech balls are covered with rust is still unclear. We have no right to decide the life or death of the head of the Lu family."

"Take him to Mount Longhu, contact the company, and let the Heavenly Master and the Immortal decide his fate."

After hearing Lu Jin's words, everyone's clenched fists finally loosened. The hysterical Ma Xianhong also calmed down after being comforted by Zhang Chulan.

"I……"

Lu Ci wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, and he stopped struggling. After a long silence, he said, "This world is a place where the strong prey on the weak."

Lu Jin ignored him, but walked up and gently patted Lu Liang's back to comfort him.

Until much later.

Lu Liang raised his head without saying a word and said coldly: "From now on, I am no longer a member of the Lu family, but I will find out the truth about Lu Huan's death and give her an explanation, as well as Duanmu Ying."

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.

After knocking Lu Ci unconscious and sealing his Qi Sea, the crowd threw him into the Devouring Bag and left the Lu family under the cover of the Hiding Beads.

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at the same time.

a long distance away.

The country of cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji on Honshu Island.

As the most legendary holy mountain in the country, there are too many legendary stories circulating here. The snow that never melts all year round is like a holy wedding dress, and the lingering clouds are like a white skirt, adding a touch of mystery to it.

But tonight, there was always a thick dark cloud hovering above the top of Mount Fuji, like a flock of pitch-black crows that could not be driven away.

"Ahahaha, looking down from the top of the mountain, I can really see a nice view."

A handsome man in a hunting robe sat on a protruding rock with his legs dangling in the air, swaying like an excited child, and pointed to the lights of thousands of houses below the mountain: "President Qu, look, that's the Yoshida city area, it's really lively, the orange lights are like stars falling from the sky, there must be a lot of people."

Sitting on top of the boulder, Qu Tong, wearing a neat black leather jacket, smiled and politely agreed: "Yes, it's really beautiful."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but hold the long knife hidden in the leather bag in her hand tighter. She felt a little speechless. She didn't expect that Abe Haruhi's so-called big plan to come to Mount Fuji turned out to be like an extremely boring outing.

"Why don't we destroy it? It will be interesting and more beautiful."

Haruri suddenly spoke, with a wider smile on his face, like an elementary school student who had come up with a great spring outing plan. He pointed in the direction of the city with his hand, as if he was thinking about where to start destroying it.

Qu Tong's mouth twitched, and he laughed dryly: "Mr. Qingli, in my country, there are not many aliens who dare to launch attacks against civilians, and no one dares to propose a dangerous plan to destroy a city."

Qingli nodded, "Miss Naqu will have the opportunity to feast your eyes. Even in my country, no one has ever done this before."

"Tsk, am I going to be the first?"

Qu Tong didn't want to listen to the other person's bragging. She was only interested in the dragon qi that she cared about, so she paused and said, "Mr. Qingli, we have been here for half the night. It is really cold at such a high altitude. I wonder when you plan to take me to find the dragon qi?"

Qingli's slender eyebrows slightly raised, his fox-like eyes narrowed with a smile, pointed at the clouds above his head, and said frivolously: "Miss Qu Tong, don't you realize that I have been working hard for this for half the night?"

"Well, what a coincidence, you should ask questions and it will come."

Qu Tong looked in the direction of the other person's finger and saw a thick layer of dark clouds that blocked out the starlight and the bright moon.

It was only at this moment that she realized that from tonight on, Mount Fuji seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, but the night concealed it very well.

"Has the action... already begun?"

Qu Tong had an idea in mind, and then he heard a slight sound like the flapping of bat wings coming from far away.

In the white snow valley in the distance, a pitch-black shadow flashed across the sky and approached where they were. When it got closer, its true form was revealed - it was actually a paper crane flapping its wings.

The paper crane circled above their heads and finally landed in Abe Haruri's hands.

Qu Tong looked closely and saw a pattern of scarlet chrysanthemums on the special paper wings. She also felt a familiar aura from the paper crane.

Qingli smiled slightly, reached out and gently stroked the paper crane's head, and then drew out a white light from the bird's beak. In the center of the light, there was an extremely thin wisp of golden Qi.

"Good job, now you have found it."

Qingli looked at the white light on his fingertips, his smile became even brighter, and he suddenly looked at Qu Tong and asked, "President Qu, have you ever heard the song of Mount Fuji?"

Chapter 254: Active volcano, eruption, natural disaster! Blood debt must be paid with blood

When Qu Tong heard Qingli's question, she didn't react for a moment.

How can a mountain sing?

Seeing her expression, Haruri smiled mysteriously, "Tonight."

As he spoke, he gently clenched the palm of his hand holding the paper crane, and the paper crane turned into a stream of black Qi, which he absorbed into his body. He then gently tapped the huge rock he was sitting on.

next moment.

Amid a shaking sound, the "boulder" slowly propped itself up and transformed into a stone monster that was two meters tall. It beat its chest with its two huge stone arms, producing a burst of fire, as if it was stretching its muscles after waking up from sleep.

Qu Tong was sitting right on its shoulder.

Abe Haruri, who had always been sitting calmly on the stone monster's head, stretched out his hand and produced a colorful feather fan, and said softly, "Let's go, Iwayama-kun."

"Oh ho ho!!"

The rock giant roared excitedly, then took big strides and quickly shuttled through the snowy valley as if it were flat ground, heading towards the destination given by his master.

After running for only a short while, it suddenly stopped, then slightly leaned forward, looking vigilantly at the fog in the distance.

"What happened?" Qu Tong asked puzzledly.