1971: C1971 Desperate situation

C1971 Desperate situation

Xiao Chen's miserable cry reverberated in the valley and did not disappear for a long time.

That howl was heartbreaking.

That was because it truly hurt. It hurt to the bone marrow and nerves.

Moreover, there was no way to evade or block it.

At this moment, Xiao Chen felt that his body was no longer his. He could no longer feel the existence of his own body. It was as though he had been disintegrated by the endless sword Qi of the Nine Heavens Saint Lake.

Xiao Chen was bleeding from all seven orifices of his mouth, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He was full of wounds.

Even his internal organs were rupturing.

This was a feeling that no one in the world could bear.

The pain penetrated his heart and soul.

Not only him, but even Xiao Chen's Fate Soul was shaking crazily. Xiao Bai and the other five people were releasing a boundless radiance. This was because Xiao Chen could feel that they might collapse if they were unable to withstand it any longer.

At this moment, Xiao Chen did not even have time to think about anything else.

Because the pain had drowned everything.

Xiao Chen's body was incomparably tiny in the midst of the sword Qi, like a lonely boat on the sea.

"It hurts!" Xiao Chen tasted blood in his mouth.

At this moment, it was as if he was about to die.

However, Xiao Chen was not afraid.

No regrets.

If he was given a choice, he might come again.

Below, Long Xiangshu, Yan Shuang, and Zou Yusheng made their moves at the same time. They surged with immortal energy as they charged towards the Nine Heavens Saint Lake. They wanted to bring Xiao Chen down; otherwise, when they returned, they would not be able to explain it to their master.

The Tenth Junior Brother was not only a member of the Sacred Sword Mountain, but also a disciple of the House.

He couldn't die here.

However, just as they stepped out, a sword qi barrier formed outside the Nine Heavens Saint Lake. It was so powerful that even when the three of them joined forces, they were still forced back.

Even Long Xiangshu was shocked by this scene.

Such a situation had never happened before.

Why did this happen?

This situation caused everyone to panic, especially Qin Zhiyou and Su Qingyang. When they saw Xiao Chen's appearance, their faces paled. Could it be that Xiao Chen was really going to die here?

Su Qingyang's eyes turned red.

"I shouldn't have brought him." As she spoke, she knelt down and sobbed softly.

She did not want Xiao Chen to die.

She didn't want to.

However, the current situation wasn't something that they could change.

They could only watch helplessly as Xiao Chen was killed on top of the Nine Heavens Saint Lake.

On the other side, in the Nine Heavenly Saint Pool, Xiao Chen's suffering continued.

But he did not die.

It wasn't because he had the Nirvana Scripture.

Even though the sword qi was biting cold, it did not have the intention to kill him.

Instead, it had been tormenting him, wearing down his will, as if he had something else to ask for.

That sword qi was like a cage, imprisoning him.

To date, this was the strongest power of his Sword Truth. It would be used to defend against the sword Qi of the Nine Heavens Saint Pool and then use the Nirvana Scripture to heal his injuries. After his cultivation method advanced to the sacred art, Xiao Chen's recovery speed was getting faster and faster.

Xiao Chen's gaze turned cold as he looked down at the lake.

Where, there was his own blood.

They stayed in the pure white water for a long time.

The power within it seemed to be merging together.

"What's going on?" Xiao Chen was somewhat astonished. On the other hand, the Eastern Emperor Sword's intent became stronger after it swallowed the energy of the Nine Heavens Saint Pool.

Just like that, Xiao Chen defended against the sword intent while tempering his body.

Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

In these three days, Xiao Chen's body was continuously torn apart and repaired itself. Although his clothes were still blood-red, the wounds on his body had already healed. He could feel his strength gradually filling up.

And just at this moment, the waters of the Nine Heavens Holy Pool began to churn.

It was as if the water was boiling, even emitting hot steam. Xiao Chen immediately noticed that soon after, there was an old man walking out from the water. His figure was almost transparent; it was obvious that he was not a human but a fallen ancestor.

His hair was disheveled, but his aura was still tyrannical.

The old man lifted his head and looked at him.

There was a trace of a smile on his face, then he said, "You're not bad, I'm very satisfied."

Xiao Chen did not understand.

"Junior, you have refined quite a few of my sword Qis in the past few days. Do you have to pay some price?" The old man looked at Xiao Chen and smiled benevolently. Xiao Chen's eyes flashed; he could feel that the sword Qi was no longer forcing him. He stood up and bowed.

"Senior, if you are able to do so, I will not refuse."

Hearing this, the old man smiled.

"I've been in this sacred pool for thousands of years. I feel so lonely. I want to see the outside world."

"Senior, please enlighten me." Xiao Chen said.

The old man was still smiling.

However, the smile on his face gave Xiao Chen goosebumps.

"Lend me your body. Let me take a look at the current Celestial domain. I wonder what kind of style you have?" The old man's eyes flashed with madness, his expression was dark, and his smile was ferocious.2

He seemed to have gone crazy.

Compared to the previous benevolence, he was like a completely different person.

It was all a disguise before this.

His current appearance was his true appearance. He desired to possess Xiao Chen.

Replacing Xiao Chen with another.

This caused Xiao Chen's expression to be shaken, even his hair stood on end, as though he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Forgive me for not being able to comply." After he said that, Xiao Chen walked out of the Nine Heavens Saint Lake and headed in the direction of the group of the Eldest Martial Brother, Long Xiangshu and company. However, he was blocked by a barrier.

In front of Long Xiangshu and the others, there was a pure white world inside.

Xiao Chen's pupils constricted.

Behind him, the old man's voice could be heard.

"Do you think you can leave now? If you choose to do the same, then you can suffer less pain. If you do not agree, then you will suffer more pain than before." The old man's voice was hoarse, like a devil crawling out of hell.

Xiao Chen's heart was beating frantically.

This old man's strength was unfathomable.

He was no match for her.

It was as if the current him was already in a desperate situation.

How could he escape?

At this moment, the old man had already walked down from Xiao Chen.

"Kid, it is your honor to sacrifice yourself for me. The glory this old man displayed a few thousand years ago is not something you can imagine." The old man's voice kept echoing in Xiao Chen's ears, but Xiao Chen no longer wanted to say anything more.

Stealing someone's body, even a fool would not agree.

"What does your elegance have to do with me?" Xiao Chen held the Candle Dragon God Sword in his hand and his fighting intent soared to the heavens. He was now in a hopeless situation, and if he wanted to live, he would have to fight.

Even if he were to die in battle, Xiao Chen would not clasp his hands in front of him.

This was his bottom line.

In that instant, the first sword strike of the Eastern Emperor Sword Technique slashed out.

He headed straight for the old man.

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