refuse to be a teacher

The blood spattered out by the woman was profuse, and Xue Lan was caught off guard with his hands full.

Yun Zhe opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't make any sound.The long-term pain and torment forced her to reach a state of stupor on the verge of suffocation. Xue Lan's sudden attack of the blood blade made her gradually develop a bit of continuous sobriety under the condition of frozen thinking. .

What followed immediately was the subtle reaction produced by the fusion of Jielongyin and Huoxue for the first time.

All the people present, including Wen Pianhong, have never seen the consequences of the fusion of the two old things of the Living Sword Clan in the past.

One is the Jielong Seal that has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and the other is the blood and blood of the tribe that is extremely aggressive.

There is no direct and intimate connection between the two.

But Yan Jue saw it, but couldn't help but think of the words he said when he approached the madman from his pillow when the battle broke out in the ground just now.

——In each generation of the Living Sword Clan, there are special sub-gus refined from living blood parasitic in their bodies.

The mother Gu appeared once in a hundred years, and was named "Jielong Yin" by the Baiwu people who were inherited by their descendants. Since then, it has been passed down and reciprocated, and has become a thorn in the eyes of everyone in the world.

Once the Mother-Child Gu interacts with each other, the exact price it will cost later is simply immeasurable.

Yan Jue didn't want his apprentice to suffer any harm.In desperation, he stood up and said sharply to Xue Lanyin: "Xue Xiaomao, stop bleeding, you will lose your life!"

But how can Xue Lanyin control it?

A living sword clansman who has not sharpened his blade for more than 20 years, the surging blood in his body gradually becomes slow and uncontrollable just like himself.

If a knife is not sharpened, it will become blunt - and the same is true for people.

Xue Lan couldn't suppress the ferocious beast that roared and boiled in his body at all.

——As early as the moment when the blood blade identified Yun Zhehuan as the target of killing, even if all the blood needed by the host to support the body was exhausted, it would definitely eat up the person completely, leaving no trace of excess .

At that time, Yan Jue was full of despair and panic, completely unable to predict what would happen next.

Wen Pianhong, on the other hand, was waiting with joy, waiting for the final Jielong Seal to be truly cracked.

But in fact, the blood-activating blood and the dragon-robbing seal had an inevitable large-scale contact at the short moment when Xue Lan swung his blood blade and slashed at Yun Zhehuan.

But after that, a long period of time passed, and the live blood penetrated into Yun Zhehuan's delicate and soft skin bit by bit, and began to boil and burn, biting and eroding continuously. It is an inevitable reaction that will happen when everything touches.

Even when Yun Zhehuan started to cry out in shock and kept screaming in despair, Wen Pianhong suddenly realized that the living blood was not echoing with Jielongyin, but was ruthlessly eating away at the vulnerable skin of the woman .

Seeing that Jielong Seal was about to be corroded and annexed by the scorching blood with clear consciousness, Wen Pianhong struggled forward unsteadily, and murmured: "No...impossible, absolutely impossible .”

……how so?

Ever since the battle to seize the seal 20 years ago, almost everyone in the world has tacitly believed that cracking the mystery of the Jielong Seal must be related to the flesh and blood of the living sword clan.

It's just that most decent people pride themselves on being lofty, and they don't want to base the unlocking of the Jielong Seal on the massacre of the Living Sword Clan.

The reality is that, more or less, it took a lot of effort.

And Wen Pianhong was the one who finally held Jielong Seal and Huoxue in his hand at the same time.

He thought he was only one step away from the so-called authentic living sword.But the real truth was before his eyes, Xue Lan's only reaction to the Jielong Seal was the inhumane burning and devouring because of the blood rolling on his body.

At that moment, even Yan Jue couldn't help being a little dazed.

Because Xue Lan is a real sword clansman, she can't make mistakes—could the problem still appear on Yun Zhehuan?

Is Jielong Seal a fake?

— is also unlikely.

After all, at that time, Yan Jue personally guided the Jielong Seal, and she had seen how poisonous this thing was. Ever since it attached to Yun Zhehuan, she had never had a good day.

Where should the problem be?

Yan Jue and Wen Pianhong questioned at the same time, but in the end Wen Pianhong took the first step, stepped forward, grabbed Yun Zhehuan's shoulder, and then stretched out his other hand to grab the half of Xue Lanyin's clothes. horn.

Soon Yan Jue also reacted naturally, endured the severe pain and spread his arms, almost exhausting all his strength, tore Xue Lanyin fiercely from Wen Pianhong's side, and pushed him behind him.

In an instant, Wen Pianhong's empty palm turned forcibly, swiped suddenly, and hit Yan Jue's defenseless chest.

After a while, there was only a crisp sound of broken ribs.Because Xue Lan was in a bad mood, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed Yan Bao's shoulder: "Master!"

However, he had lost too much blood just now, and his arm lacked strength for a while, and he couldn't even touch a single finger of the opponent. Yan Jue had already flew out with Wen Pianhong's brutal palm, rolling for a distance of nearly tens of feet.

Because Xue Lan's face changed, the blood blade pulled back uncontrollably at the same time, burning half of his arm until it was bloody.

But he couldn't care about these things at this time, only Yan Jue's safety was all he could see.Fang wanted to turn around and chase after him, but Wen Pianhong had expected it a long time ago, so he waved his hand and blocked Xue Lanyin in the middle of the road, immediately telling him not to move forward, nor to retreat.

Xue Lan was so angry that she immediately turned around and shouted: "—Get out!"

Wen Pianhong's expression was like a ghost, his already pale and lifeless face was covered with a layer of dying gray at that time - it seemed that everything he experienced just now had caused him a lot of blows.

The fusion of Jielong Seal and Huoxue has not been successfully deciphered, which means that his accumulation of more than ten years has only repeatedly set off a failure and incompetence.

In the days when Wen Pianhong's details are completely revealed—his senior sister, his Miao Zhou, and the entire Lingtai One Sword Sect behind him, all will be because of his dark background, his actions, and even His name, and treat him differently with a particularly strange look.

He already... doesn't want to go back to the gloomy nightmare where everyone saw him as a fly and ant 20 years ago——

Xue Lan suddenly raised her arms, and the sharp blood blade that was boiling in the middle stretched out its claws, involuntarily tearing apart Wen Pianhong's dazed face, scorching it and destroying it to a piece of ashes.

But this time, Wen Pianhong didn't have time to dodge.

He was preoccupied with thinking about something, and stood alone in the same place, forcibly bearing down this powerful slash.Then the outer skin began to crack from the middle, and the sharp facial features, which were the same as Xue Lanyin, festered and blackened due to the rapid corrosion of the living blood, giving off a somewhat foul and unspeakable smell.

Immediately after that, what swarmed out from the wound was not the blood that a normal human body should have, but strands of bluish-black flowing souls rising continuously inside the body.

In fact, when seeing this place, anyone who was a bit unambiguous in his mind could use this to identify Wen Pianhong's true identity.

A member of the Lingtai Yijian Sect devotes himself to practicing swordsmanship and is insulated from any kind of magic all his life, so his body will always be clean and pure, and will not be polluted by the dirt of the outside world.

In other words, he heard that Pianhong had no clean place from body to heart.No matter where this kind of person is placed, he will be a heterogeneous species that cannot integrate with the group.

Not only because of his own filth and despicability, but also because of the three big characters that have been deeply branded behind him——

Zhu Fengmen.

Especially when Wen Pianhong raised his eyes again, the wounded fellow disciples around looked at him without the reverence and admiration they had for the deputy head.Some were just surprised and terrified, and even those with more distinct emotions had already been infected with a layer of disgust that could not be retreated.

He Wen Pianhong did his best and did too many things to dirty himself for this sect.Including the initial period, when he was obsessed with getting the Jielong Seal in his hands, he was just eager to gain the approval of others.

And it turns out that everything he's done with all his troubles is nothing but a hollow joke.

Wen Pianhong has been brewing alone for 20 years. From the moment when Xue Gu and his brothers first emerged in the arena, he stood at the top of the wind and waves, and he was always looking forward to completely eradicating the Dragon Seal. Crack it, and find the authentic living sword that thousands of people are coveting.

But now?

Now there is nothing.

Wen Pianhong fixedly watched Xue Lan's violent expression on the verge of eruption, and Shen Miaozhou's long eyelashes drooping on the opposite side, but was stained with countless regrets and resentment.

Even looking a little farther away, there are people from the same school in the past who are full of disgust, exaggeration, and rejection... Those faces are not unfamiliar, and they were once extremely familiar.

Wen Pianhong looked at every face that belonged to them.Until the end, he slowly raised his gaze to Shen Miaozhou's slightly tear-stained eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly understood something.So he grinned and smiled faintly.

At the same time as the laughter sounded, the shattered blue-black flowing souls around him suddenly began to surge and howl.

It seems to be wailing uncontrollably, and it seems to be roaring angrily——

After a while, there was only an earth-shattering bang.As Xue Lan heard bursts of buzzing and crackling sounds, the blood blade in his hand swung out just now, but the whole Lingtai mountain shook violently, causing an unstoppable violent tremor in an instant.

At that time, most of Wen Pianhong's desperately torn side face was completely engulfed by the soul smoke that overflowed from the sky.

He lost himself unreservedly under an extremely complicated and sharp emotion.

A large number of wandering souls ran out of control behind him, and hundreds of resentful spirits escaped from Wen Pianhong's body, like birds trapped in an iron cage for a long time.

That majestic and turbulent strength is not something that ordinary people can easily control.

What's more, Wen Pianhong was on a dead end at this moment, and he didn't even think about how it would end afterwards.

There is nothingness in front of his eyes, but there is always a firm and unchanging thought in his mind.

"……kill."

Wen Pianhong said: "If you kill you, the secret of the Jielong Seal may be unraveled."

He has reached such a desperate point where he has lost everything, and he is still stubbornly trying to get the final solution to Jielong Seal.

It was as if as long as one could find the real work of the living sword, Shen Miaozhou and the whole Lingtai One Sword Sect would obey him.

——He, Wen Pianhong, still dreams of having everything.

Xue Lan saw him from a distance, and felt that he was both ridiculous and pathetic.

Then, the sharp blood blade that could not be retreated swept across, and also slashed at Wen Pianhong's lifeless and stiff head that was still immersed in a dream.

It's time to forcibly wake him up from his dream.

"You have lived a happy life in Lingtai Mountain for 20 years, and during that time, the lives and souls of your subordinates have become countless." Xue Lanyin said, "It's time to go to hell and try something new."

Then, the hand was raised, and the knife was dropped, so fast that it could not be more than a blink of an eye.

Maybe even Xue Lan didn't realize it himself, Wen Pianhong's head surrounded by soul smoke had been completely cut off by the blood blade, and flew out without any hesitation, stumbling into the mud Rolled a long way.

Xue Lanyin originally thought that all this was over.

But he may have forgotten one important point - Zhu Fengmen's illusion never reveals his entity to the opponent.

Simply cutting off a part of Wen Pianhong's body did not fundamentally solve his life.

For them, the most important thing is not the body, but the extremely flexible soul wrapped in layers of flesh.

Therefore, at the same time when Wen Pianhong's head was drifting away from sight, Xue Lan's remnant Wen Pianhong, who seemed to have only a single hand and foot, was already under the full support of his own soul. Abruptly drawing the sword out of its sheath, there was an ear-piercing ringing sound.

Then the tip of the sword was pushed straight out, aimed at the target without thinking, and instantly penetrated Xue Lanyin's thin and thin back.