I crushed an insect to death, and the system actually said I killed a dragon?

"Disciple..."

In Jianghai Hotel, Yu Wenxuan was lying on the elegant bed, moaning quietly, like a lonely ghost.

The room was dark, with four butter lamps burning in the corners, and the incense drifted away.

These lit Tibetan incense are priceless and contain snow lotus, gold, silver, musk... They are made from a variety of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and are combined with ancient scriptures and secrets to calm the nerves and dispel evil spirits.

"Master, you're awake!"

In the corner, Hu Yanjian, who was adding incense, heard the call and quickly put down his work and came to Yu Wenxuan's bedside.

His hanging heart was finally relieved.

Being possessed is extremely terrifying. Once a master becomes possessed, the consequences will be disastrous. It is not impossible to fall into a deep sleep for more than ten years.

But luckily.

Yu Wenxuan recovered faster than expected.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Yu Wenxuan closed his eyes tightly, sniffing the incense in the air, and asked, "How much calming incense did you burn?"

"It's been almost a day, Master."

Hu Yanjian responded softly: "As soon as my disciple came back, I lit incense for you. All the incense you collected has been burned..."

"It's burned out..."

When Yu Wenxuan heard this, he sighed heavily.

He spent a lot of money to buy these calming incense sticks in his early years. There are eighty-nine sticks in total. Each stick can easily reverse the serious illness of obsession and is of immeasurable value.

He has always regarded it as a treasure, and to this day, he has only lit two incense sticks with his own hands...

But now to save my life.

But it was all burned out in one night before I could wake up.

This shows how serious his obsession was this time.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenxuan's aura became even more depressed, his expression was as pale as silk, and he sighed heavily: "I lost this game... I lost..."

The heavy tone was full of deep regret and depression.

"master?"

Hu Yanjian knelt beside the bed and heard Yu Wenxuan's depression, so he comforted him: "Didn't you say that this victory or defeat is just a passing cloud? Why are you so indifferent now?"

"Haha, it's just a fleeting moment... Disciple, you don't understand..."

Yu Wenxuan smiled self-deprecatingly and opened his eyes: "My master's current level has plummeted, and he has fallen back to the middle stage of a master. And more importantly...

If your character is damaged, there is no possibility of return in this life! "

The words fell.

Hu Yanjian was instantly shocked, his eyes widened, "How could this happen!?"

To know.

Cultivation is all about striving for perfection and never stops.

With a temperament like Yu Wenxuan's, he pursues the Tao all his life and gives everything he has to become a master.

but now.

Yu Wenxuan's realm has stalled...

What's the difference between that and killing him?

"Yes, disciple, it's very cruel... I really regret it now."

Yu Wenxuan stood up with difficulty, looked at the neon night scene outside the window and said: "Jianghai City shouldn't have come... If my master didn't come to see Jianghai Sword God... he wouldn't be stimulated by his clone. Why did it end up like this?"

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Wenxuan spurted out another mouthful of blood, instantly staining the silk sheets red.

"master!"

Hu Yanjian's expression changed drastically, and he quickly grabbed Yu Wenxuan's arm and injected star power into him to smooth his flow.

However, Bu Tan didn't know this, but Yi Tan was shocked.

now.

The aura in Yu Wenxuan's body was abnormally disordered, and the star element was chaotic.

Where is the breath of the living?

This time he woke up.

It’s just a flashback!

"Stop working in vain, disciple."

Yu Wenxuan shook his head and lay down again: "My master is destined to leave."

"No...it won't happen, Master."

Hu Yanjian's eyes instantly turned red when he heard this, and he grabbed Yu Wenxuan's hand. The rough man burst into tears.

next moment.

boom!

The majestic star power brewed and poured into his master's body like rain falling on dead trees, but it had no effect at all.

"Listen to my master, disciple! My master knows your situation better than you."

Yu Wenxuan coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Master, when I wake up this time, I want you to promise something, otherwise I will be in trouble."

"Master...master, you tell me."

Hu Yanjian sobbed and knelt on the ground.

Thanks to Yu Wenxuan's kindness, I can be where I am today.

Now, when it comes to giving back, he will go up to the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of ​​fire without any hesitation!

Hear the words.

Yu Wenxuan nodded slightly, looked at the ceiling and whispered:

"Disciple... If you stop here as a master, you are destined to be unable to keep up with the pace of Jianghai Sword God, but you are different...

Your talent far exceeds that of a teacher. As long as you stay dormant, you will definitely surpass Jianghai Sword God in a hundred years. "

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Hu Yanjian and said sharply:

"I want you to cut off the sword god's head with your own hands when the time comes, and then crush his disciples, eradicate the roots, and cut off all inheritance!"

The words fell.

Resentment, jealousy.

Murderous aura overflowed, and the temperature of the entire room suddenly dropped.

"Yes, master!"

Hu Yanjian nodded and looked at Yu Wenxuan, with hatred in his eyes.

"Very good, disciple, this will make you feel at ease as a teacher."

"Bring the ashes of Master back to the prairie, Master will protect you in heaven..."

Before he finished speaking, the vitality in Yu Wenxuan's eyes dimmed, and the last breath disappeared, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this point, a generation of sword masters passed away.

"master!"

Hu Yanjian burst into tears and lay beside Yu Wenxuan's bed to mourn.

Miserable cries echoed in the room.

After a long while.

He then raised his head and looked out the window at the night view of the river and sea.

The overwhelming hatred burned in his eyes.

"Jianghai Sword God, in the future I, Hu Yanjian, will definitely break your bones and eat your flesh and blood to comfort my master's spirit in heaven!!!"

……………..

"Ah sneeze!"

In the library, Qin Yang was touching the fish when he suddenly sneezed. He quickly took out a tissue and blew his nose, feeling a little puzzled.

You're all right, why are you sneezing?

Could it be that someone is thinking of me?

Qin Yang wiped his nose and frowned slightly. He just left Xiaobai at home today.

Could it be that this little loli is scolding me? ?

"Forget it, never mind, go back and deal with her later."

Qin Yang shook his head, threw the snot paper in his hand into the trash can, and then continued to study the Xuantian Alchemy Sutra in his mind.

This is a classic book that is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient alchemists in alchemy. It contains countless secret recipes for elixirs, and there are even top-quality elixirs that directly help break through to the Grandmaster realm!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a living dead, with flesh and bones.

but!

Having a recipe is one thing, but the ingredients are another.

Qin Yang used his mobile phone to check before and found that the medicinal materials for refining these elixirs were extremely rare and even expensive but not commercially available.

Not long ago, I had just passed the library probation period and became a regular member.

It was not easy to get from a salary of three thousand to a level of four thousand and five.

Where can I find spare money to buy materials?

"Alas, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice..."

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

At this moment, he turned around and saw Xia He walking towards him, shouting excitedly:

"A good thing has happened, Lao Qin! That grassland Lao Den is dead!"