The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

"Ling'er is not in a good condition. Although those villagers deserve to die, they must not die at Ling'er's hands. She shouldn't be contaminated by these things."

On the way back, Anton Jun said to Zizaitian.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Killing is easy, saving is extremely difficult, but now I don't know what to do, I can only take it one step at a time."

The figure of Yang Shuzi appeared in Anton Jun's mind.

'Master, what should I do?'

But then he shook his head, throwing the messy thoughts out of his mind, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

'Perhaps, I can do it myself.'

-

Qinghe Village

Nian Ling stood alone at the village gate, with two people standing behind her, staring blankly at the plaque on the door.

Villagers kept coming out of the houses in front of her. When most of the villagers had arrived, she slowly spoke to the village chief:

"You forced my mother to go up the mountain to look for medicine that day, right?"

After hearing Nian Ling's question, the villagers were furious:

"So what? As the only doctor in the village, this is what she should do."

"Why? My mother has tried her best to cure the strange disease, why won't you let her go?"

However, these villagers did not repent because of Nian Ling's words, and continued to blame Nian Ling's family.

If an outsider who is not aware of the situation saw this, they might really think it was Nian Ling's family's fault.

"Nonsense! She obviously has something good hidden, otherwise why is nothing wrong with your family?"

"That's right. Everyone in the village except you has contracted a strange disease. As long as the doctor is dedicated, there is no way there is a disease that cannot be cured. Not only did she not save us, but she also dared to play the victim."

"We drove her up the mountain to look for medicine. This was the chance we gave her. And who knows if she would escape? She never came down since she went up there..."

"Yes, yes. Since she escaped, you as her family members are also to blame. It just so happens that the mountain god gave us such a method. As long as your family sacrifices, we can all survive. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"..."

"Everyone is happy? Sacrificing all of us in the family just for yourselves, is this what you call a happy ending?"

The words of these villagers pierced into Nian Ling's heart like a knife.

Thinking about the people my mother wanted to protect until her death, it turns out that this is what they look like.

I thought that my family had never owed them anything and had always worked hard for them, but in the end, they were the ones blaming me.

Nian Ling's heart completely turned cold, and she felt extremely disgusted when she saw this group of people.

At the same time, a male voice sounded deep in her heart, constantly tempting her heart: "Kill them and avenge your family."

Just when the villagers were about to surround them again, Nian Ling used the internal force that Anton Jun left in her body to suppress all the villagers to the ground.

But the originally pure and white inner force now turned into a dark color, surrounded by evil spirit, and said in a cold tone:

"Then you will all be buried with my parents!"

"No!"

Just when Nian Ling was about to swing his knife, Zizaitian wanted to rush forward, but Anton Jun was faster and stood in front of them.

"why?"

Nian Ling's hands trembled a little: "Are you going to stop me too?"

"Ling'er, even though they deserve to die, you can't be involved in this. You shouldn't..."

"shut up!"

Before Anton Jun could finish his words, Nian Ling roared and swung out his internal force, hitting him hard.

boom…

Anton Jun's figure crashed beside Zizaitian. Nian Ling just glanced at him and then ignored him. He rushed into the crowd and slashed with his sword...

-

At this time the other side

After Anton Jun, who was standing by, was hit by the black internal force, black gas gradually burst out of his wound, surrounding him and constantly eroding his consciousness.

After a while, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He covered his head and knelt on the ground. Cold sweat slowly seeped out, soaking his white clothes.

At this time, Zizaitian discovered something unusual. Just as she patted his back, she was pulled into an illusion, where she saw an event in Anton Jun's past.

-

“Kill them, kill them.

Aren't these people exactly the same as those selfish people who fled during the famine? Have you forgotten how your father died?"

"No! No! I haven't forgotten! I can't forget! But... you can't kill them."

"Why not? You have to avenge Ling'er's family, and your former family!"

……

“So I know that a true man must have ambitions to travel far and wide, and he must leave his country with a sword in hand, bid farewell to his parents and travel far away.

The world, cough cough... There are countless people like you and me in the world, but in the end, how many of them will be remembered by the world?

Ahem... Everyone has dreams in their heart, but in the end they all succumb to reality and gradually disappear with time.

Children, remember, wear shoes that fit your feet, you still have a long way to go..."

"I've learned a lesson, kid!"

……

"Anle! You are a hypocritical villain and a devil. You starved me to death and ate my flesh in the end!"

"No, that's not the case!"

"Then why did you survive?"

"I have no idea."

……

Past events kept impacting Anton Jun's brain. The deceased were like evil spirits from hell, emerging from the ground and pulling Anton Jun step by step.

Just as he was about to sink into his knees after fainting, a voice rang out.

"I'll take you away!"

A hand grabbed his arm and then put it over his shoulder, pulling him out.

He used his body to support his shaky body and walked towards the only bright place in the distance.

But just as she reached the exit, a dark shadow slapped her and sent her flying back, while Anton Jun's body rolled to the side.

Zizaitian also quickly adjusted his body shape, gathered his energy, and looked at him solemnly: "You are sad? No, I should call you happy."

"Where did his skills come from? This can't be a dream, right?"

Anle's appearance was exactly the same as Anton-jun's, the only difference was that his pupils had turned red, which looked very creepy.

"Since you know me, you should know that you are no match for me."

Anle's expression was calm.

"Oh~ That's not necessarily the case."

"What happened here has nothing to do with you. You can leave on your own."

"But the matter of Nian Ling is related to me. If I'm not mistaken, the black inner force around her today was caused by you."

"Fighting with me will do you no good."

"I want to help him!"

Anle was a little confused: "Why?"

"Let's put it this way. If he dies, it will result in the loss of a strong helper who could be a future helper for Qi Country. That's not worth it.

And even though he is unconscious now, his internal strength is still there. Although one of his natal swords is missing, you are not feeling any better, are you?

If you hadn't taken advantage of Nian Ling's unstable state of mind and swallowed the natal sword, you wouldn't be here now, right?"

Originally, when Anton Jun had three natal swords in his body, he was able to suppress Anle. After passing one sword to Nian Ling, he was able to barely suppress it.

But today, Anle took advantage of Nian Ling's inner demon, took advantage of the gap, and swallowed the sword on Nian Ling's body.

Then use it to resonate with the natal sword in Anton Jun's body. As a result, the two internal forces in Anton Jun's body are now completely disordered, which gives Anle an opportunity to take advantage.

"How do you know these things?" Anle's face turned completely cold.

“I can’t help it. It was you who dragged me into this illusion and let me see the things he practiced, so I can be considered to know you.

This guy's technique is still at the second awakening stage. When it reaches the third awakening stage, you will no longer be able to compete with him for the right to use his body. That's why you are so anxious."

"In that case, then you die!"

Seeing this, Anle stopped talking to Zizaitian. He rushed to her right side and kicked her in the neck.

Zizaitian hurriedly blocked the attack with her hands, but the force of the impact was so great that she flew out.

"Such a brutal force! Their internal strength is obviously the same, but is the difference in physical strength between Shenxiao and Datianwei so huge?"

Fortunately, he can only appear for a short time. Now it depends on when Anton-kun will wake up.'

Zizaitian was directly shocked by Anle's power, and her body could not withstand such a huge force.

'We can only deal with him slowly.'

-

external

The spirit continued to control Anton Jun's internal strength, swinging his sword one by one, reaping the lives of the villagers.

"Run!"

"Nian Ling is crazy, she is crazy!"

"Lord Mountain God, please save us!"

Listening to these people's words, Nian Ling just found it ridiculous and said coldly: "The mountain god has died in your own hands."

-

“Hmm…Hmm…”

"So strong, this guy...why hasn't he woken up yet?"

Zizaitian looked at Anton Jun lying on the ground unwillingly: "Is everything really going to end here?"

About a quarter of an hour had passed since I entered the consciousness space.

Zizaitian has been dealing with Anle by relying on his own cleverness, but compared to when he first came in, Zizaitian now has many new injuries on his body.

Although Anle in front of him was also like this, his aura did not weaken at all, but instead seemed to be rising.

Just as Zizaitian was thinking, Anle rushed up again and punched Zizaitian in the stomach.

This time she finally couldn't resist, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell beside Anton Jun, but stood up stubbornly again.

Anle didn't want to waste any more time, and was about to kill her when a big hand protected Zizaitian against its chest and knocked Anle back with a palm.

Anle asked in surprise: "You've recovered?"

Anton Jun ignored Anle and looked at Zizaitian and said softly: "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Zizaitian also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "You're awake, are you okay?"

"Well, everything has recovered. Now leave it to me."

Then he looked at Anle, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You have done a lot of unnecessary things!"

"I'm doing this for ourselves!"

"Are you doing this for us, or for yourself?"

As he spoke, he put his index finger and middle finger together, and two different swords with destructive force swept towards Anle.

The speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all. He was knocked away, with sword wounds all over his body.

For so many years, he has been staying in the Sword Pavilion and has never killed anyone, which has resulted in Anle's strength not improving.

But Anton Jun has cultivated the sword soul and Asura's skills to the third awakening, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Shenxiao position.

Combined with the memory he had just restored, he was now at the peak of the Divine Sky Realm, firmly in the top four in the world.

(There will be a chapter later that will explain why Lu Linxuan said he was a great celestial being)

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, so even if he is seriously injured now, he is not comparable to Anle, who is only at the peak of the Great Heaven Realm.

(Anton Jun's physical fitness is at the Shenxiao level, but Anle shares his body with him, and Anle's internal strength is at the Datian level, explaining the previous paragraph)

Afterwards, Anton Jun ignored him and walked out with Zizaitian on his back, feeling the two forces of pressure behind him.

nice~

"Ah ~ what are you doing!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Take a good rest from now on."

At this time, Zizai Tiancai noticed that Anton Jun's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was even paler than a dead person. He looked very scary, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he whispered:

"Your injury...?"

"Do not talk……"

He had just been attacked by his own sword energy. Although his memory had been restored and his cultivation had improved, his realm was still unstable.

Zizaitian also knew that his condition was far from as minor as he had just shown, so he just held him a little tighter.

"Um……"