Chapter 75 Evil Kung Fu
The sun sets in the west, the evening glow finally fades, and a red moon hangs high in the sky in the twilight.

The moonlight poured down, gradually covering the Yellow River and the entire earth.

Xiao Yan leaned against the wall of the wooden barrel, murmured hoarsely, woke up slowly, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

The river is vast and boundless, and under the thin ice, the muddy river flows slowly, but the sound of waves crashing against the shore continues to come from upstream like thunder.

He hesitated, then reached out and grabbed the edge of the barrel.

Looking around again, patches of yellow earth appeared on the wasteland covered with white snow, but there was no figure.

"Corpse Ancestor?" He said hoarsely, then he hesitated for a moment and called out, "Miss Xue'er?"

In the wilderness, only his voice echoed alone, which was very lonely.

Xiao Yan frowned and stood up from the wooden barrel.

His upper body was still naked, standing alone on the bank of the Yellow River. His strong figure seemed particularly small at this moment.

The cold wind blew over him, and he, who had never been afraid before, now felt it biting his bones.

Xiao Yan frowned, stroked his left chest which was now intact, and tried his best to recall the memory of when he was bathing in the tub.

At that time, the internal strength in his body continued to rise, rushing from his dantian straight to his heart, and he felt as if his entire heart was about to explode in an instant.

The upper limit of his internal strength was instantly raised by an entire dimension by Jiang Chen. If his original strength was only at the middle stage of the Zhongtian realm, the few needles from Jiang Chen just now seemed to have opened the floodgates in his body, and his internal strength surged overwhelmingly. In just two breaths, he instantly possessed internal strength that was enough to rival the late stage of the Datian realm, or even the peak of the Datian realm.

He had never practiced any yang-attributed skills in this life, so the internal force he condensed had no yin or yang distinction. However, he possessed the "sword intent" and could convert the attributes of his internal force at will. That night, when he pierced the Hades' defense, he converted all of his internal force into pure yang internal force. Later, in order to suppress the evil spirit, he continued to convert the internal force that he recovered in the same way.

However, among all the internal and external skills he practiced in his previous life, only the internal skill "Three-Point Return to Origin Qi" was suitable for this life. At that time, his strength increased dramatically and broke through his own limits, but he was unable to release it with external skills, so his whole body turned red and his internal strength leaked out.

That’s where ice water baths come in handy.

But Jiangchen had already said in the carriage that she would use the Hades' evil spirit, which had reached perfection, as a catalyst to help him practice the Nine Netherworlds Mysterious Heavenly Art.

But now, why?
The surging waters of the Yellow River constantly hit his chaotic thoughts.

Xiao Yan held onto the brim of the bucket, preparing to turn over and get out.

But the next moment when he lowered his head, he saw that half of the ice water in the wooden barrel was bright red like blood, and began to churn constantly under the moonlight.

He frowned tightly, stepped out of the barrel, sniffed lightly, and smelled a faint smell of blood.

Suddenly, a voice like an empty sound came from behind him.

"Rebel!"

Xiao Yan looked back with a frown, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Under the blood-red moonlight, an old man with long hair, holding a broadsword and a golden horse, sat on an exquisite high seat. His hair and beard were neatly arranged, and he looked majestic without even being angry, as if there was an immortal aura lingering around him.

He was stunned, "Master?"

The old man with long hair came towards him with a sidelong glance, his long beard fluttering, and his voice was extremely penetrating.

"I ordered you to kill everyone in Taiping City, why did you only kill the city lord?!"

A memory flashed through his mind, and Xiao Yan was a little stunned. He subconsciously whispered in defense: "The people in the city are all innocent, and I don't want to kill more people..."

"innocent?"

On the high seat, a figure sneered: "Taiping City refuses to pay tribute, and its people are ignorant, why can't we kill them? If there is no killing in our Sword Sect, how can we have such a great reputation?"

"I think..."

"Only the weak will be merciful and soft-hearted!" The figure looked over with disdain, "I consider you the pride of the Sword Sect, so please don't let me down."

"The remnants of Taiping City, I have ordered people to clean up the mess for you. Zhenyang Temple regards me as a demon and wants to surrender to the enemy. You will go down the mountain tomorrow and take the head of the temple master and bring him to me."

Then, the sound of Kong Ming gradually faded away.

"This time, don't let me know that there are fish that slipped through the net..."

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, but saw that the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

Amid the roar of thunder, heavy rain poured down.

Inside the Taoist temple, dead bodies were lying on the ground.

His clothes were as white as snow, but now they were completely stained with blood.

A young woman trembled, then collapsed on the ground and kept backing away. It was hard to tell whether the water on her face was tears or rain.

"Devil, you will die a horrible death!!"

Xiao Yan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and another trace of blood appeared on the blade.

Behind him, countless people bowed their heads respectfully: "Big Brother, the entire Zhenyang Temple has been wiped out."

"Master is very pleased and allows you to go up the mountain to visit your parents."

"..."

Xiao Yan looked back and saw that most of the ice water in the wooden barrel had turned into blood. The tumbling sound became louder and the bloody smell became stronger.

He was confused for a moment, having forgotten why there was a wooden barrel behind him. At this moment, a voice of praise came from the front.

"This is my good disciple. Now, everyone in the world knows that I hold your sharp sword. All the sects in the world have submitted to me and are afraid of my sword sect's reputation. Most of this is due to your contribution."

Xiao Yan raised his head and saw the figure on the high seat laughing.

"You have already achieved your sword heart. If you can become the second Sword Saint in my Sword Sect in a thousand years, I will allow you to bring your parents back."

"Disciple accepts the order."

……

On top of the long ladder, a divine sword was shining brightly.

Xiao Yan looked back and saw that the water in the wooden barrel had now turned into blood. The strong smell of blood seemed to be real.

He hesitated, then walked up the long ladder.

Behind him, a dense crowd of figures knelt down together, whether they were new disciples or elders with great reputation in the entire sect, all shouted in unison.

"Congratulations, Sect Master, for taking charge of the Sword Sect!"

On the high platform, the majestic figure stroked his long beard and stood next to the high seat.

"This seat is yours."

Xiao Yan picked up the magic sword and sat on it gently.

But he was still confused and felt no pleasure at this moment.

……

The blood in the wooden barrel rolled and finally splashed out.

Beside the high seat, the long-haired old man flew into a rage, "Useless thing, I have cultivated you to be such a swordsman, but after all this time, you still haven't become a sword saint!?"

Xiao Yan remained silent and said nothing.

"Also, I heard that there was another sect rebellion in the southwest. Why didn't you suppress it?!"

Xiao Yan leaned back and closed his eyes in deep thought.

The old man's face darkened, and he tried to grab Xiao Yan from the air, "Do you really think you are the sect master!?"

But the latter did not move at all.

In a moment, the old man was slapped down.

Xiao Yan stood up, and in the old man's frightened look, he placed the magic sword against his heart, but did not pierce it.

"From now on, I have nothing to do with the Sword Sect anymore."

He walked out, and no one dared to stop him wherever he went.

At the back, the old man was furious and said angrily: "Do you really think that you are invincible just because you have become a half-step sword saint? You have made countless enemies over the years. Without me and the sword sect's protection, you will definitely die!"

Xiao Yan pretended not to hear and did not even turn his head.

……

A few months later, snow fell in the dilapidated temple.

Xiao Yan leaned back, letting the snow fall and cover the bloodstains on his face.

There were corpses everywhere inside and outside the ruined temple. Although no one could stand up, he himself was on the verge of death.

He was thinking in confusion, and it seemed that he had experienced this scene a long, long time ago. At that time, it was also snowing heavily. He particularly remembered that he was lying in an alley, letting the flying snow cut his face.

At this time, footsteps came slowly from far away.

He was calm and waited for death.

After a moment, a warm palm grasped his hand and pulled him up instantly.

He was surprised and tried to open his eyes, and saw a strand of hair on the shoulder of the indigo clothes, blowing in the wind and snow, blurring his eyes.

……

Suddenly, Xiao Yan opened his eyes.

A red moon is hanging in front of the window.

On the table by the window, two ancient books were constantly blowing in the wind, and the words could not be seen clearly.

He clearly felt that he had never seen it, but at this moment he subconsciously read it out loud clearly.

"The Nine Netherworlds have the Mysterious Heaven, the upper Mysterious Heaven and the lower Nine Netherworlds; without agreement, they are all the same, life and death are clear;
Capturing Yin and half of the soul, without form and without supremacy; black and white never change, the sea of ​​qi hangs in the mourning hall..."

Immediately, Xiao Yan was stunned.

Only then did he realize that he had started practicing this evil skill since he woke up on the bank of the Yellow River.

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