Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The rain fell harder and harder, washing away the blood stains on the mountains, and turned into a dark red stream running down the mountain.
“Where is the king’s tent? Let’s go and save Xinxin!” Feng Zhong pulled out his spiritual sword and said, “Ask Ren San to lead the way!”
“Ren San doesn’t know the way.” Huang Ge touched the water droplets on his face and didn’t know if it was rain or sweat.
In this battle, the barbarians guarding the mountain were almost wiped out. Wen Shilan escaped with his immortals and disappeared within a moment. They wanted to chase him again, but they already had no direction.
“If he went to meet He Ruo, he must be prepared,” Lin Qu said calmly, “Although he only looks at three steps in everything, there are still three steps.”
“Which three steps?” Feng Zhong thought quickly, and the more he asked, the more his face became uglier when he thought about it, “He never considers the consequences of doing things. If he thinks about three steps, it will probably only be to lure the enemy, kill the enemy, and die together if he can’t kill him!”
Lin Qu frowned slightly and shook his head in disapproval, thinking for himself. Then he defended his younger brother: “He’s not so hopeless.”
“You didn’t grow up with him, you don’t know.” Feng Zhong said urgently, turning around twice. That kid never asks for help when something happens, he has to shoulder all the big things. When Yanqiu was in danger, Lin Xin, who was only fourteen years old, dared to save him without telling his master. He was as courageous as the world.
While he was talking, Shen Lou had already flown high into the sky with his sword. He looked around and saw a black spot passing by in the distance to the east. He immediately flew away and intercepted the figure that was as fast as a meteor.
Feng Zhong and Lin Qu also hurriedly followed and saw Zhu Xingli holding Moyu’er in his hands.
“Is it Lin Xin’s?” Shen Lou stared at the silver sword in Zhu Xingli’s hand.
“Yes, what happened to Xin’er?” Zhu Xingli’s smile rarely disappeared and he asked Shen Lou coldly.
“Let’s go.” Shen Lou said concisely and concisely, refusing to delay for a moment.
Zhu Xingli didn’t waste any time, let go of Moyu’er, and the four of them turned into a line of light and shadow and ran towards the depths of the desert.
This small sword must have been released by Lin Xin early in the morning, so that Zhu Xingli could arrive at this time. He knew that he was the material for the devouring souls, and going to see He Ruo was like beating a dog with a meat bun. But the meat bun had tempered poison. If the dog was poisoned to death, the master could be asked to pick him up in time; and if the dog was not poisoned, the master could be asked to help him beat the dog.
When playing chess, you had at three moves ahead. Lin Xin was sure of it and left a way out for himself.
Shen Lou’s expression turned even uglier. From beginning to end, Lin Xin had excluded him from his plan. Tease him, coax him, but never rely on him. It was like this in the last life, and it was still like this in this life. Even if the two of them understood each other, Lin Xin would always treat him as an outsider.
When he found him, he must deal with him severely and let him know…
Moyu’er was like a small fish, swimming away quickly, and four auras flew with the small fish. Approaching the king’s tent, the little sword flew slower and slower, stopped in place and turned around, with the tip of the sword pointing in one place.
“There.” Zhu Xingli looked not far away and saw the golden tent with a big hole in its roof. There was no one around, and the building was empty.
The tent was in a mess, with a lone Mojian poking at the carpet, dangling on the ground trying not to fall down. The silver pendant used to attract Moyu’er hung on the handle of the knife.
“It seems that the barbarians know the use of this thing.” Zhu Xingli picked up the pendant and circled it twice before it fell into the palm of his hand and stopped moving.
The thread was interrupted.
Shen Lou picked up the broken leg of the Xinghu Stone Deer and suddenly held it tightly. This should not be a real royal court, but a palace that could be abandoned at any time. Wuyang Ridge was defeated, and after receiving the news, they left immediately.
“They can’t have gone far.” Shen Lou opened the door curtain and walked out.
Not all the army could wield swords. In such a short period of time, the defenders here only travelled less than twenty miles, carrying food, baggage, and even driving cattle and sheep. However, there was no Great Khan or Great Wizard in the team.
A dark stream of light flashed past, and the general riding at the front suddenly disappeared.
“Stop!” the deputy general yelled, looking around. When he saw Shen Lou grabbing someone and escaping with his sword, he shouted, “The Shen family’s black snake! Hurry!”
The immortal among the barbarians immediately caught up with his sword and was struck by a fierce sword light that blocked them. The spiritual sword kept changing in the palm of his hand, reflecting the scorching sun like falling flowers. In a moment, several barbarians were covered with wounds. Lin Qu put his sword back at his feet and made a “please” gesture in a gentle manner.
“What nonsense are you talking to them!” Feng Zhong rushed over from behind and slashed at the barbarians with his sword. “Tell Uluolun Heruo to come out and see me!”
Shen Lou threw the captured man at Zhu Xingli’s feet. He put his sword to his neck and asked him the whereabouts of Lin Xin without talking any nonsense.
“I don’t know. The Great Khan took the Great Witch and the Han boy and left alone.” The barbarian wanted to pretend to be loyal at first, but when he saw Zhu Xingli holding Mojian and gesticulating on his crotch, he immediately became honest. Whatever he asked, he answered it.
But he was just a guard commander, and he didn’t even know what happened in the golden tent, let alone the whereabouts of the three people.
Zhu Xingli knocked the person unconscious with his palm and stood up: “Seventeen years ago, Lan Su fled the Northern Desert because the great witch wanted to sacrifice her to heaven. They have been refusing to let Xin’er go in these years, and they must also want to use him to sacrifice to heaven.”
The so-called sacrifice to heaven was to use blood to create Devouring Spirits!
Where would the barbarians offer sacrifices to heaven?
“Snow Mountain.” Shen Lou pursed his lips and looked at the endless Yinshan Mountains. He opened a piece of turf with his sword, revealing the brown land. He quickly drew the topographic map of Yinshan Mountain with the tip of his sword.
The barbarians believed deeply in gods, and they buried and offered sacrifices on high mountains. The higher the mountain, the closer it was believed to be to the sky.
Zhu Xingli lowered his eyes and looked at the places circled by Shen Lou with the tip of his sword. Those were high mountains covered with snow all year round, and he quickly counted with his fingers.
“East!” The tip of Chunhen’s sword pointed to the east, encircling several mountains in this area.
In order to crack the spirit-devouring spirit, Zhu Xingli had been studying the barbarian witchcraft these days, and he could roughly calculate the place suitable for worshiping the heaven today.
Without saying a word, Shen Lou ran directly towards that area.
It was midsummer now, and it was still as cold as winter on the snow-capped mountains. He remembered that Lin Xin was very afraid of the cold, not because he was not resistant to freezing, but because he was afraid of the cold itself. Because he almost froze to death when he was a child, even if he had spiritual protection when he grew up, he would still feel uneasy standing alone in the ice and snow.
Xinxin, wait for me!
The strong wind blew through the snow that had not melted for thousands of years on the top of the mountain, raising the icy snow foam and crackling on the face.
Lin Xin woke up with a start, opened his eyes, and found that he was tied to a stone pillar standing upright from the sky. The pillar must have been temporarily chipped. It was uneven and the sharp edges pressed against his frozen back, which was very uncomfortable.
The spiritual veins were still unable to function, so he could not use spiritual power to block the severe cold. The red thread coming out of his body was connected to a large pot, which was continuously drawing his blood. The cold wind blew by, and Lin Xin shivered uncontrollably.
The great wizard was still wearing the black robe, but without the hood or blindfold, and he was stirring the contents of the cauldron in a deep voice. The hollow golden lamp pinned to her waist was still shining brightly and dimly.
Uluolun Heruo stood behind the great witch, motionless. Thanks to his god-given skin, he still looked majestic even if his eyes were dull.
Lin Xin stretched his neck slightly to see clearly what was in the pot and couldn’t help but feel a chill. A big pot full of eyeballs!
The thread was very thin, and the blood flowed very slowly, but did not solidify. It seeped into the pot bit by bit and merged with the yellow and white juice in the pot.
“Boy, you’re awake,” the big witch was in a very good mood. There were only two of them alive on the top of the mountain. He couldn’t help but talk to Lin Xin, “Do you know what this is?”
“Spirit-devouring.” Lin Xin opened his mouth and made an extremely weak sound.
Such a sound obviously pleased the great witch. He raised his left hand slightly, and eight red strings stretched on his four fingers like a piano string. Moving his fingers flexibly, He Ruo walked up and down like a living person. He strode up to Lin Xin, held his chin with one hand, and raised his face.
“This face really looks like your uncle’s,” He Ruo shook Lin Xin’s chin back and forth, “No wonder that idiot Wen Shilan refused to catch you several times.”
I’m used to seeing it now. The two stood together, especially He Ruo, who was still in his twenties, and they looked very similar.
The words were spoken in He Ruo’s voice, coming from the great witch.
“Ventriloquism? In Dayong, only jugglers can do this.” Lin Xin sneered, looking at the smug wizard. Whenever he moved his fingers, his eyes would flash with silver light. He guessed this was the reason why he usually covered his eyes.
“Your Dayong? Hahahaha, what Dayong and Beimo? You are just like me, a bastard.” The great witch seemed to have heard some joke, waved He Ruo away, took out an eyeball and played with it, “Bastards have no place to go.”
“What kind of bastard are you?” Lin Xin followed his words and asked.
Da Wu was from Beimo and knew Chinese, but he was not proficient in it. So, he did not hear Lin Xin taking the opportunity to scold him.
“My mother was a Persian dancer, a mortal without spiritual power. She was kidnapped by barbarian nobles and gave birth to me. I lived in a sheepfold since I was a child. They said that I was a lowly bastard and did not have spiritual power. If you don’t have a spiritual pulse, you will be treated like an animal.”
After being told so many times, he thought that he didn’t have a spiritual pulse, and lived his life surrounded by the beatings and laughter of those noble teenagers.
“Everyone in the world thinks that only pure-blooded immortals have high spiritual power. In fact, they are wrong. It is easier for hybrids to produce wizards. But why, why does having spiritual veins make you superior! I have sworn a blood oath that when I have the power, I will definitely destroy the spiritual veins of everyone in the world and make those high-ranking nobles crawl on the ground like pigs and dogs!”
Lin Xin tried to reverse the spiritual power, and there were slight fluctuations in the spiritual veins. Fluorescence slowly overflowed from the great witch’s body. It was just that this action touched the red line in his body, causing pain that made his eyes go black for a while.
The soul power was available, but it was too painful, so he could only suck it in little by little. It remained to be seen whether the red thread would drain his blood first, or whether he would drain out the soul power of the great witch first.
Suddenly, something emerged from behind the stone and swallowed up all the scattered light spots. Lin Xin was surprised, Yanggu Sword!
All the weapons and ornaments around him had been removed, so there was no way Yanggu Sword was still around. How did a spiritual sword without its owner’s control fly up to such a high mountain?
“Everything is not far away!” The great witch raised his arms, his eyes glowed with silver, and the eyes in the pot boiled, as if they were about to jump out of the pot and fly into the sky. As long as these thousands of soul-devouring souls flew everywhere, all the immortals would not be able to escape the fate of having their spiritual veins destroyed and their bodies exploding to death.
Shen Lou found the third snow mountain. The top of the mountain towered into the clouds and was hidden in the sea of rolling clouds. At the foot of the mountain, a group of people in black robes were kneeling, raising their hands to the sky and chanting in barbarian language:
“The sky is a god, protecting the earth; the witch god comes to the world, and he is unparalleled in his dignity.”
Here!
He went past the fanatical believers and headed straight to the top of the mountain.
“Stop!” Wen Shilan stood on the Wolf-Slaying Sword and blocked Shen Lou’s way.
“Get out of the way!” Shen Lou’s sword flew around.
Wen Shilan, however, followed closely like a tarsal maggot and stood in front of him again. The mountains were shrouded in mist, and standing halfway up the mountain, one could already feel the cold air. Shen Lou’s eyes turned red, he stopped talking nonsense, and directly raised his sword to strike.
In these days of fighting on the battlefield, one was acting as a commander, and it was impossible to forget oneself and use all one’s strength. So, till now, Shen Lou had not had a good fight with Wen Shilan.
The Yu Yuan Sword was like a living creature. It exchanged hundreds of moves with the Wolf-Slaying Sword in an instant, and then quickly returned. Shen Lou tapped the sword lightly and spun up. The spiritual sword returned his hand and the human sword merged into one.
The sword energy was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and the wind and clouds were changing colors.
Wen Shilan did not dare to be careless. During these days of fighting, he knew very well that this young prince was much more powerful than Shen Qirui. He was afraid that no one in Dayong could surpass him. He was the real number one in Dayong.
The Luli on the wolf-slaying knife lit up one by one, until five of them lit up, but they still couldn’t suppress Shen Qingque.
An old rival for two lifetimes, Shen Lou knew Wen Shilan’s weaknesses all too well. While he was motivating Luli, he threw his sword and Yu Yuan spun in the air, heading straight for Wen Shilan’s back.
Wen Shilan turned around to block but was a moment too slow. When masters fight, any delay was fatal. Yu Yuan flew past Wen Shilan’s neck, leaving a long bloody mouth on his shoulder. But Shen Lou still had some strength left, so he quickly returned his sword and stabbed him steadily.
If you can’t block this move, you will be defeated, and the sweat is still on top! Wen Shilan gritted his teeth and roared, activating the sixth Luli.
The spiritual power like a landslide and tsunami rushed towards him with the force of thunder, and Shen Lou rushed forward without blinking an eye.
“Boom -” the rocks shattered and the clouds dispersed.
As if a mountain was pressing down on him and a heavy hammer hit his chest, blood slowly flowed from the corner of Shen Lou’s mouth.
Wen Shilan also felt uncomfortable. The spiritual power of six pieces of Luli was swimming in his meridians, and the muscles around his body were trembling unbearably, such that his resolute face gradually turned ferocious.
Shen Lou still looked calm, but there was a subtle “crack” sound in his ears, and Xinxin’s Luli pendant cracked.
The sound halfway up the mountain did not reach the top of the mountain.
The great witch proudly showed off his masterpiece but found that Lin Xin kept his head lowered and remained unmoved, and sneered, “When the blood is exhausted, I will make you into a puppet and let you deal with that Shen Lou. He is too powerful, even Wen Shilan can’t stop him, probably you are the only one who can beat him.”
“Only a god can make a living puppet, and what you make is just a puppet. I will recognize him immediately. Then I’ll cut you into pieces.” Lin Xin said incessantly, glancing at the Yanggu sword from the corner of his eye and trying to control it with his soul.
The sword was slowly unsheathed!
Immortals often attached a ray of remnant soul to their natal spiritual sword to control the flying of the spiritual sword within a short range. However, the sword was always a dead object. It could jump and flip in the air, but it could never make the action of “drawing the sword out of the sheath”.
All things have animism, and soul power was the essence of living things. The Yanggu sword absorbed too much soul power and gave birth to a sword spirit!
“Boy.” The great witch had always regarded himself as an ancient witch god. He hadn’t heard such provocative words for a long time. He gritted his teeth and pinched the red thread, and suddenly accelerated his blood-sucking speed.
“Ah——” The beating red lines in his meridians brought a burst of heartbreaking pain. Lin Xin shouted, and the Yanggu sword jumped out and struck in the air.
The great witch was startled and immediately stopped his hand, but one of his fingers was cut off by Yanggu, causing blood to flow profusely.
The red thread broke, and the power of witchcraft disappeared immediately. Lin Xin pulled out the thin threads from the meridians, held the Yanggu Sword, and quickly reversed the spiritual meridians.
A large amount of soul power poured out of the great witch uncontrollably. Regardless of the pain of his broken finger, the great witch immediately pulled out several red threads and started fighting with Lin Xin.
This time there was no possibility of plotting, and the soul power was constantly dissipating. Cold sweat broke out on the great witch’s forehead, and he controlled Uluolun Heruo to rush forward to block the sword.
He Ruo’s body had been transformed by witchcraft. It was harder than ordinary people, did not know pain, and was not afraid of death. He drew a heavy sword from his back and slashed towards Lin Xin.
Lin Xin’s horizontal sword blocked the blow, which made his mouth numb and his wrists trembled. Lin Xin was in a trance for a moment, knowing that this was due to excessive blood loss and did not dare to fight. With a sweep of his body, He Ruo stumbled. He raised his spirit sword, and all his soul power was unleashed, slashing towards the great witch.
The overwhelming force was unavoidable. The great witch widened his eyes filled with silver light in horror. He raised his hand and lifted up the cauldron containing the eyeballs.
“Boom, boom, boom -” The cauldron exploded immediately when it encountered the soul power, and countless eyeballs flew out, rushing towards Lin Xin like wasps.
Lin Xin held a sword flower and used the Luoying Sword to draw a full moon in front of him. The abundant soul power formed a barrier to block the eyeballs.
The great witch waved his sleeves again, and the majestic spiritual power pressed forward like a mountain, pushing up the eyeballs that were about to be shot away. Witchcraft was also a type of magic that used spiritual power.
No matter how fast the spirit sword was, the barrier it turned out was never a real shield. Soon an eyeball squeezed through the gap and was about to pounce on Lin Xin’s face.
This half-finished Soul Eater could not be contaminated!
At this critical moment, the great witch suddenly fell to the ground with a “thud”, his whole body twitching like a dying fish.
Without the support of spiritual power, all those eyes fell into the snow.
Lin Xin leaned on the ground with his sword, panting heavily, and his eyes went black. But he didn’t dare to relax, gritted his teeth, held the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it.
“Soul power…bastard, it is indeed…” The great witch raised his head tremblingly and looked at Lin Xin reluctantly. Before he could finish his sentence, he was stabbed through the heart by a sword.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have the strength to listen to what you have to say.” Lin Xin knelt down on the ground, turned his palms into claws, and grabbed the great witch’s head.
He, Lin Xin, was not a god and had no right to destroy people’s souls, but the demon in front of him could not be called a human. So he grabbed his struggling soul and crushed it hard.
The fragments of his soul were scattered all over the sky like paper money. Lin Xin sneered: “I’ll just give you paper money so I can leave without giving it away.”
He smiled and fell into the snowdrift.
Having lost so much blood, Lin Xin’s face was so pale that it almost blended into the snow. Yanggu sword came over by himself and flew around Lin Xin. It has just been born and has no wisdom. It did not understand what had happened to its master and did not know what to do.
Without spiritual protection, his body was soaked in ice and snow. Lin Xin could no longer feel the cold. He couldn’t even feel the existence of his hands and feet, and he didn’t even have the strength to move his fingers. As his consciousness gradually blurred, Lin Xin looked at the falling snow and returned to the time when he was five years old.
There was ice and snow, but there was no one around for a hundred miles. The young Lin Xin was also tied to a tree by Young Master Zhao, and the several teenagers left happily, leaving him alone in the mountains to freeze bit by bit. The strong wind was like a biting ghost, gradually swallowing up the little child’s cries for help.
The feeling of dying was too terrible for a child to bear.
In the darkness, he suddenly fell into a warm embrace. It was warm, soft, and filled with the cold fragrance of grass and trees. Those arms were still weak and tender, but for Lin Xin, they could block the wind and snow in the world.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Shen Qingque with a bright face.
“Xinxin!” Shen Lou took Lin Xin into his arms and opened his clothes to keep him warm.
Lin Xin looked at him, with a moist smile in his eyes. He slowly grabbed Shen Lou’s clothes and whispered, “I’m going to freeze to death. This time, please don’t let me go.”
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