spirit walker

Chapter 1010 Chen Yuanjun's shock
Fu Qingyang drew his sword and stepped back without hesitation, however, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade was stuck in the burning body of the King of Fear. The next second, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade broke free from his hand.

It rebelled!

The Fearful Lord gripped the hilt of the sword and grinned:
"It's a good sword. It's mine now. Fu Qingyang, you should also have a taste of being frozen."

Like the flame of a maggot on the tarsal bone, it broke away from the Lord of Fear and returned to the sword.

As the master, he took back the eternal flame. Then, the King of Fear switched to the "Fire Stealing Sword" mode, turning the flame on the sword into a dark white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang just now and inserted the Fire Stealing Sword into the ground. At the same time, his seven arms suddenly closed together, trapping Fu Qingyang, who was in a very bad condition.

With such a distance and such an attack, Yanshi, who was in poor physical condition, was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a bright and scorching golden light appeared from Fu Qingyang's hands, rushed to the back of his head, and condensed into a golden sun.

The pale flames that rushed to his feet disappeared, the wind and rain in the sky disappeared, and the germs in his body were also killed!

Rules overwhelm rules!
Fu Qingyang used the Rising Sun Talisman given to him by Zhang Yuanqing.

The Sunrise Talisman is a high-level talisman of the Sun God profession. Different from the Blood of the Sun which only contains part of the power of rules, the Sunrise Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing can restore half of the power of the original body.

Due to the difficulty in production and the tight time schedule, Zhang Yuanqing only painted three and gave all to Fu Qingyang.

Use one less one.

The King of Fear only felt that the spiritual power and skills in his body were all sealed by the golden light and could not be used. However, his three-headed and eight-armed Dharma body did not dissipate. At his level, the Dharma body had already solidified. It was real flesh and blood, not condensed spiritual power.

However, weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds that have armor-breaking and bleeding effects can no longer be condensed.

The King of Fear holds a sword in one arm and fists in all seven, beating the "caged" beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew out two swords from the void, a golden dragon sword and a pure black straight sword. The latter was Cai Qinhe's rule-based item, the Hebo Seal, which was practiced again.

It has the power to stir up wind and thunder, and cause the enemy to be trapped in the waves.

Of course, now it's just an indestructible sword.

With two swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms violently, like Monkey King dancing with an iron rod, and swung the two swords into two circles that were impenetrable to water, also like two propellers, one gold and one black.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

He swung his arms and backed away, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

The fists of the King of Fear were like a rainstorm, but each time they were knocked away by the propellers, splashing dazzling sparks.

The King of Fear is like a perpetual motion machine, with his arms as transmission rods, smashing his fists containing terrible power into the enemy again and again.

He was not idle either, blabbering on about past events in a provocative way:
"Xiao Fu, you are still so weak. You have such a high starting point, but you are not even as good as ordinary family members. You have no physical strength, no talent, and average intelligence. You are mediocre in all aspects. If you didn't rely on your single-minded hard work, how could you defeat your peers in the Fu family?

"If you didn't have the dungeon strategy of the Fu family, would you have been able to successfully clear so many dungeons in the early stage? If you hadn't become a scout and had a talent for swordsmanship, would you have been able to become a master of swordsmanship?

"Have you been praised too highly and forgotten how humble you were in the beginning?"

The King of Fear's fists were sharp, but his words were even sharper, and every word hit home.

"In fact, even if you become a spiritual realm walker, you still have to rely on single-minded hard training and give up all enjoyment and entertainment to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know what Fu Qingxuan said about you before? She said you have the body of a lady but the fate of a maid!"

"With your achievements today, do you feel satisfied? No, in fact, you are still weak. You just jumped from a small Fu family to a bigger stage."

"On this stage where the strongest people from all over the world gather, you are still an insignificant character. Do you think that by entering the spiritual realm, you can help Yuanshi Tianzun... No, Demon Lord, I still want to call him Demon Lord. Do you think you can help Demon Lord defeat the Lord of Stars?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Not to mention whether you can kill me, even if you can, it will only weaken the suppression of the main formation on the Demon Lord. He still can't defeat the Lord of the Stars in the formation."

"Fu Qingyang, do you understand how weak you are now?"

Fu Qingyang had a blank expression on his face. He retreated while waving his two swords. The golden dragon sword in his right hand became shorter and shorter, from more than three feet to one foot.

It was not broken by the violence of the King of Fear, but was worn away by the flying sparks.

The physical strength of the King of Fear is even stronger than that of a high-quality dominant sword. Without the ability to exert sword energy, the Golden Dragon Sword cannot break his defense at all.

It's even like a turning tool on a grinding wheel that gets smaller and smaller.

The King of Fear raised his lips and said, "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are really a strong man, we can fight to the death in three moves. How about it?"

Fu Qingyang did not respond and continued to fight and retreat.

"Don't dare anymore?" The King of Fear laughed, "The power of the sun has sealed all our skills. I can't use bloodlust and rage. If I die, I die. What are you afraid of?"

As a student who had received sword training in the Fu family, the King of Fear knew Fu Qingyang very well. This kid was a stubborn guy who would go to the tiger mountain even though he knew there was a tiger there.

In some matters, his paranoia is as high as that of the Demon Eye.

So we wanted to stimulate him to change his conservative fighting tactics and choose more radical tactics.

In this way, only I, who possesses the physique of a demigod, can find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang. Otherwise, the defense of the high-level Yanshi is really impeccable.

In terms of fighting skills, the ancient god of war is not as good as the swordsman.

Of course, even if he continues like this, the winner will definitely be him, the King of Fear, but the Demon Eye is not dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind Fu Qingyang and punched the Fearful King in the face:

"If you want to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense, you're a piece of trash who has been suppressed by women all your life!"

boom!
The Demon Eye King was grabbed by the head and pressed hard to the ground.

The Lord of Fear inserted the Yin-Yang Demon Blade into the back of the Demon Eye, nailed it to the ground, and then fired eight punches at the same time, like a big-sized Iron Man beating the Hulk, beating him hard.

The Demon Eye's bones were broken, his skull was shattered, and his internal organs were damaged.

Fu Qingyang was as fast as a sword. He went around behind the King of Fear and slashed at the other's head with his sword.

One of the Lord of Fear's hands pulled out the Yin-Yang Demon Blade and swung it backwards.

when!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Fu Qingyang's hand holding the pure black sword cracked at the base, and he almost couldn't hold the weapon.

He used the force to move his body backwards and kicked the wrist of the King of Fear that was holding the sword. The energy penetrated the wrist and exploded in the air more than ten meters above with a "pop", and the Liang Yi Demon Blade flew out of his hand.

Fu Qingyang threw away the Golden Dragon Sword that had been sharpened into a dagger, caught the falling Yin-Yang Demon Blade, spun his arms suddenly, and completed more than ten slashes on the steel-hard body of the King of Fear.

The sword cut through the copper skin.

The King of Fear did not dare to deal with a high-ranking scout alone, so he picked up the King of Evil Eyes and used him as a weapon to sweep across.

Fu Qingyang raised both swords and used the sword spines to greet the Demon Eye King.

boom!
The two collided and both flew out.

The King of Fear dodged and blocked the path of the two men flying backwards. He broke the ribs of Demon Eye with a whip kick, then turned around and punched Fu Qingyang in the head, causing a loud explosion.

Fu Qingyang crossed his swords to block, and instantly bounced out like a ball.

Under the illumination of the rising sun, the three men abandoned their skills and props and engaged in combat using physical and sword techniques.

……

Ziwei Six Evil Formation, the main formation!

Another golden crow separated from the origin of the sun, struggling and crying unwillingly, but was irresistibly drawn into the starlight millstone.

This is already the third Golden Crow.

The Lord of Stars and the Lord of the Sun sat cross-legged on the "mud", each in silence.

……

Songhai.

Chen Yuanjun returned home before sunset, carrying his suitcase for a business trip, and went straight to his grandmother's house.

Grandma, Jiang Yu'er and grandpa were having dinner. When they saw him coming back exhausted, grandma was surprised and happy. She said:

"You're back? Why don't you put your luggage down first? Never mind, just leave it in the hallway and eat first... Really, you didn't even tell me you were back today. Grandma didn't even cook your favorite dishes."

"Grandma, I've eaten," Chen Yuanjun said casually. He took a deep look at his delicate and charming aunt and tried his best to say in a calm tone:
"Aunt, can you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you."

Jiang Yuer glanced at him and said calmly, "Okay."

The grandmother looked at her grandson, then at the woman, and asked sensitively, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yuanjun and Jiang Yuer did not respond. They left the house one after another and entered the empty corridor.

At this point, Chen Yuanjun, who was full of things on his mind, didn't know how to start. He lit a cigarette, inhaled it hard into his lungs, and then exhaled hard, then said:
"Aunt, I remember now. I remember those memories...that you erased."

Jiang Yu'er looked calm, as if he had expected this, and took the initiative to say:
"What do you want to ask?"

Chen Yuanjun organized his words and said slowly in a low voice:
"What happened to Yuanzi? Is he back..."

At this point, Chen Yuanjun laughed at himself: "I'm not even sure whether Yuanzi, who I have been with for the past few years, is my cousin."

Jiang Yuer said calmly:

“Four years ago, he accidentally obtained a role card and became a spirit realm walker, but was accidentally controlled by a big shot from the evil camp, so I created a puppet and lived as Yuanzi for a few years.

"It was not until April last year that he got rid of his past identity and came back to us, but he himself didn't know about these things. He had amnesia and only recently remembered them.

"As for his experiences and encounters in the past few years, don't ask."

This is similar to what Chen Yuanjun analyzed in the hospital. He asked in a deep voice:

"Will this matter have any consequences? In recent times, I have been in contact with special departments more and more. You can ask some of the strong people you know to move on.

"Aunt, if you need my help, don't force yourself, you must tell me."

Jiang Yuer shook his head:

"You don't have to worry about him. Yuanzi and I are quite advanced among the spiritual realm practitioners. Ordinary enemies are no match for us."

Chen Yuanjun was still worried and frowned:

"What level of walker are you and Yuanzi?"

Jiang Yu'er said bluntly: "Yuan Zi is a demigod. As for me, my current status is equivalent to that of a peak master."

It's the real body! She added in her mind.

Chen Yuanjun thought about it and found that he had never heard of any information related to demigods and peak overlords, but hearing the names, they seemed very interesting.

"Wait a minute!" He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Li Dongze in front of his aunt, asking about the levels of "demigod" and "peak master" among the spiritual realm walkers.

Given Chen Yuanjun's position, it was impossible for him to access intelligence about demigods and overlords.

Ten seconds later, the phone dinged.

Li Dongze's message came back:
"How do you know about demigods and overlords? Has your department already opened up its authority to this extent? Well, things are different now, so it's not a big deal for me to tell you.

"Do you remember the 'gaming meme' I joked with you about before? If the Spiritual Realm Walker is a game player, then the Demigod is a max-level character. We have a total of five Demigods in the Five Elements Alliance, so it is the second largest official organization in the world. Any Demigod can form an official organization.

"As for the Peak Overlord, he is only one level away from the maximum level."

After reading this message, Chen Yuanjun's hands began to tremble.

He glanced at Jiang Yuer, who had a calm but extremely serious expression, and his hands began to tremble even more violently.

An absurd thought came to Chen Yuanjun’s mind—he could not believe that an ordinary Chen family could actually raise such a talented person!
For a moment, Chen Yuanjun suspected that his memory had been modified again and he was affected.

He could hardly tell what was true and what was false.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuer said softly:
“Don’t let your imagination run wild. There are still many things you don’t know. In fact, when Dad was working at the Public Security Bureau, he also came into contact with many spiritual realm practitioners, including Yuanzi’s father, Zhang Zizhen, who is also a peak master.

"Eldest sister is a person of certain status in the spiritual world."

When she said these words, she unconsciously used soothing.

After Chen Yuanjun calmed down, Jiang Yuer said, "In addition, your father's family scum is also a spiritual realm walker!"

Chen Yuanjun was shocked: "He too?"

So my whole family are spiritual practitioners, and I am just an ordinary person?
Thinking about his father's frivolous behavior, Chen Yuanjun felt that even if he was a spiritual realm practitioner, he would most likely be a loser.

Jiang Yu'er nodded: "Yes, your father is also a demigod!"

Deng!Deng!Deng!
Chen Yuanjun took several steps back and leaned against the wall. His hands, which had just calmed down, began to tremble again.

It turns out that the small Chen family not only produced Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick, but also hid a Jia Xu?
How could this be possible? The old boy in my family who sings and dances all day long is actually a demigod... Does he deserve it? Does he deserve it!

For a security captain who is so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary, these truths are really beyond his endurance.

This is not about mediocre parents suddenly becoming the richest people in the world, this is about mediocre parents suddenly transforming into Super Saiyans!
Chen Yuanjun took a deep breath, "Aunt, just tell me all at once, my mom, and my grandparents..."

Jiang Yu'er shook his head, his tone gentle:

“They are just ordinary people!”

Phew! Chen Yuanjun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it wasn't the whole family playing him together!

With Jiang Yu'er's comfort, he gradually calmed down, accepted the reality, and finally remembered the real purpose of his return home.

Chen Yuanjun frowned and said, "Aunt, after I recovered my memory, I remembered something. It seems that Yuanzi came to me two years ago!"

……

New Testament County.

In the empty room, the clone Zhang Yuanqing stared at the Elvis speaker in front of him, and audio clips were replayed in his ears.

He didn't know how long he sat there, with all his attention focused on the content of the audio.

This item, which cannot be added to the inventory, is carried with him most of the time. It contains audio files that he uses to remind himself to stay true to his original aspirations, audio files of him having sex with various women, and garbage voice files left behind when he wanders around after becoming the Overlord.

Zhang Yuanqing listened to all this very carefully, without missing a single word.

But there were too many audios, and so far he had only heard two-thirds of them at most.

"Zizi..."

Along with the sound of electricity, another audio clip came, and his voice came from the speaker:
"Cousin, I have something to ask of you!"

……

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)