Creation of the Universe

The noise at the entrance of the village was getting louder and louder. Many villagers who were sleeping soundly heard the noise, but they did not come out to check what was going on.

It was because the village had never been peaceful, especially at night when terrible things always happened. Over time, the villagers dared to stay at home, and no one would joke with their own life out of curiosity.

This makes the whole village look even weirder.

The robbers broke into the village, but everyone pretended nothing happened, as if if they ignored it, it would have nothing to do with them.

At this time, Tang Muqing had been waiting outside the house for a stick of incense, but Shen Zhan still didn't come out.

She was very nervous and worried that Shen Zhan might have an accident, but at the same time she had not forgotten what he had told her, which made her very conflicted.

"Oh!"

"Bang~Bang..."

There had been constant banging sounds coming from the room since a while ago. It was the noises made by tables, chairs and benches colliding with each other. Tang Muqing had no idea what exactly had happened.

Occasionally, half a chair leg or a broken table corner would fly out from inside. It felt as if two people were holding a table and chair and smashing them at each other.

Shen Zhan sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, his forehead slightly sweating, and a slight blush on his cheeks. These details showed that he was concentrating all his efforts on his luck at this moment, and was by no means as calm as he appeared on the surface.

In front of him, the screen that was previously placed in the middle was now broken into pieces with only a base left, and on the bed further in front, the jade pillow that Shen Zhan saw through at a glance was emitting white light that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

This light was extraordinary. It drove the tables, chairs and benches in the room to fly in the air and would suddenly hit Shen Zhan. However, when they flew over Shen Zhan's head, they would be immediately blocked by the latter's protective spiritual energy. The broken wood pieces flew everywhere, making a mess on the ground.

Shen Zhan said in a deep voice, "Your body is now rotten and your soul is withered, yet you still persist in being so stubborn?"

He seemed to be speaking to the jade pillow, but in fact, the jade pillow contained the residual souls of several practitioners, which were filled with strong hostility, making the whole room feel oppressive.

This is why Shen Zhan emphasized that Tang Muqing should leave the room. If she were present, she would not be able to withstand such strong pressure. At the very least, her cultivation would be damaged, and at worst, her mind would be disturbed.

Shen Zhan guessed that the original owner of these few residual souls left in the jade pillow must have been a master who had at least reached the Martial Spirit Realm, otherwise, with only a few residual souls left, he should not have the strength of the Martial Cultivation Realm. Therefore, this person must have been a famous figure when he was alive.

At this time, the fight between the two was about to enter the final moment. The power in Shen Zhan's spiritual pool was continuously output, creating an invisible space, intending to suppress the spiritual power emanating from the jade pillow.

The strong squeezing caused the objects in the house to start making creaking sounds, cracks appeared on the walls, and the roof and even the ground were damaged to varying degrees.

Tang Muqing outside the house could no longer stand comfortably in the yard. She had to use all her luck to resist the power that kept bursting out from inside, otherwise she would have been shocked to the point of being out of breath.

Shen Zhan had almost exhausted his spiritual power at this point, but thanks to his bathing in the spiritual springs underground in the Spirit Beast Forest, the spiritual pool in his body was still full, and the power he unleashed was getting stronger and stronger.

The winner is about to be revealed, and Shen Zhan is the one who has the upper hand.

As the strength of both reached its peak, the beams in the room finally couldn't hold on and began to crack inch by inch. Shen Zhan slowly stood up from the ground and walked towards the jade pillow.

"I'm here today, so I won't let you continue to cause trouble. Just give up on this idea!"

When he was about to reach out and touch the jade pillow, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly appeared from the jade pillow. He was dressed in plain clothes, with a tall figure and an aura of majesty without even being angry. But no matter what kind of person he was in his life, he was just a remnant of his soul now.

Under Shen Zhan's pressure, the remnant soul finally broke away from the jade pillow, flew out of the house and disappeared into the darkness.

"Bring the jade pillow."

Shen Zhan immediately chased out and reminded Tang Muqing when passing by her.

Tang Muqing had just seen the afterimage of the white-haired old man passing before her eyes and was in great shock, but after hearing Shen Zhan's words, she immediately turned around and went into the house to look for the jade pillow.

"Look, Zhang Wu is back. He must be here to announce the good news."

The few bandits who stayed on the ground and had no idea of ​​the situation saw Zhang Wu riding towards them and mistakenly thought that the mission was accomplished and they could enter the village to plunder.

However, when Zhang Wu approached, they found that the man was covering his ears with one hand and waving at them desperately with the other hand, and they had no idea what this meant.

The bandit leader rode forward and shouted, "Zhang Wu, have you succeeded? Tell me how much gold and silver treasures the Li family has."

But Zhang Wu answered the question irrelevantly, "He's coming! He's chasing us!"

"Who is chasing us? Tell me clearly, kid?"

"It was Li Youcai. He was a madman. All the brothers died at his hands."

Zhang Wu's face was pale and he looked back from time to time, as if something terrible was chasing him.

The bandit leader drew his knife and yelled angrily, "You bastard! How could a man like Li Youcai scare you like this? What's his business?"

After he finished speaking, Zhang Wu's body suddenly stiffened, and he rolled off the horse's back and lay motionless on the ground.

If you look closely, you can easily find a knife stuck in Zhang Wu's back, an ordinary chopping knife. Who would use this thing to kill someone?

The bandit leader was surprised, but the question in his mind was soon answered. Zhang Youcai rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. It was he who swung the axe and hit Zhang Wu who was riding a horse to escape.

"What the hell do you do?"

Li Youcai didn't say anything. He bent down to pick up the axe again and walked closer to the bandit leader.

"Bore!"

The bandit leader took the initiative to attack Li Youcai with his knife, but was unexpectedly blocked by the axe in the latter's hand. Then the two of them fought each other for several rounds in succession, and the strength of each other was immediately clear.

"Hurry up, come on, get on with me!"

The force transmitted from the blade made the bandit leader feel fear. He felt that he would soon be unable to withstand it, but he did not want to lose face.

So several men rushed over as ordered and attacked Li Youcai one after another, but even under the siege of so many people, Li Youcai still wielded the axe with great vigor, and blood foam flew all over his body.