Power Awakening: Your Script Is In My Hands!

"A bunch of rabble, even if I am injured, it is more than enough to deal with you bastards!"

An old man wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit was sitting by the wall, without any trace of panic on his face, and was cursing loudly. The clothes on his abdomen suddenly tore open with a big hole, and blood stained his entire lower body red.

Opposite him were a group of men in black with evil looks and various weapons. There were about twenty or thirty of them, and all of them had falcon patterns on their chests.

"What a shame, old man, you are so harsh even when you are about to die." The man in black at the head was not annoyed and was carefully wiping the dagger in his hand.

"Even if you obediently hand over your things to us, and then kneel down to shine our boss's shoes, I won't let you go." The younger brother next to the man in black agreed.

"It's really strange that the famous Shadow Elder is here today!" Another young man in the crowd cheered proudly.

"Bah!" Elder Ying spat fiercely, and glanced contemptuously at the men in black in front of him, with an expression as if they were looking forward to death.

Except for Lin Zhen, no one noticed that Elder Ying made a gesture with his left hand behind his back.

Wisps of black mist condensed behind him, and Elder Ying's expression became cold for a moment, no longer as angry as before.

On the other side of the wall, the real Elder Shadow had already dragged his scarred body and fled far away.

What was left behind was just a clone.

Lin Zhen's phantom stood beside Elder Ying. This scene seemed to be experienced by him personally and was extremely real.

Seeing Elder Ying's arrogance extinguished, the group of men in black immediately swarmed forward.

However, when their attack touched the body of the Shadow Elder, the "Shadow Elder" in front of him suddenly sent out a shock wave.

Completely withstood the first wave of attacks.

"You still dare to resist, go ahead!"

The leading man in black was knocked back several meters by the energy. It was obvious that he was very angry at this time.

The crowd surged forward again.

When the second wave of attacks came, "Elder Shadow" remained expressionless and did not fight back.

The moment the leader of the men in black stabbed his body with a short knife.

"Elder Shadow"'s entire body turned into black mist and suddenly dissipated.

"Escaped!?"

The man in black's eyes were full of surprise, which turned into a look of cruelty in the next second.

"There must be blood stains, let me chase him! We can't let him escape back!"

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Half an hour later, a gray figure flashed in at the door of the spiritual realm.

This figure flew straight towards the ANBU, not caring about the little blood stains left behind.

Lin Zhen's shadow followed this figure all the way to the current room.

It's just that the furniture in the room is still relatively old at this time, and it can be seen that it has some age, but any other furnishings have not changed much.

The sofa was covered with a lot of information and books, so many that they filled up the entire sofa.

In the middle of the pile of papers, there is a person lying.

It was young Situ Kong.

Elder Ying covered his abdomen, pushed Situ Kong on the sofa, and spoke with difficulty.

"Xiaokong..." Elder Ying shouted softly, he didn't have much time left.

Situ Kong rubbed his eyes sleepily, but the smell of blood on the tip of his nose made him wake up instantly.

Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was Elder Ying, and he was seriously injured.

At this time, Elder Ying's face turned pale, and his wounds could not be solidified at all. He slumped next to the sofa.

He sat up and shouted anxiously.

"Master? What's wrong with you? I'll call someone over right away. I'll definitely cure it!"

After saying that, he walked out the door.

An old hand gently grabbed his sleeve.

Situ Kong was stunned in place, unwilling to believe it.

In his heart, he had always been a high-spirited and powerful master, but one day he would be so seriously injured.

And it came so suddenly.

"Xiaokong, listen to me..." Elder Ying's voice sounded like a mosquito, just a few words, but it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength.

Situ Kong's eyes suddenly turned red and he was holding back tears.

"I'm listening, listening..." Situ Kong nodded heavily. He didn't dare to cry, not wanting the tears to blur his vision. He just stared straight at the master in front of him who treated him like his own father.

"The internal and external injuries are too severe and cannot be saved..." Elder Ying's pupils began to dilate.

"Bring... the inheritance vessels..."

Lin Zhenxin was suddenly tightened, and he guessed what Elder Ying was going to do.

Situ Kong quickly opened the secret room, rushed in and took out Elder Ying's utensils.

"Master..." Situ Kong knelt in front of Elder Ying, holding the utensil. He still couldn't hold it back, and hot tears kept sliding down his face.

Elder Shadow covered his abdomen with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand formed into a claw shape, slowly drawing out traces of black smoke from his heart.

As four or five wisps of black smoke appeared, Elder Ying's complexion became a little pale and lifeless.

The clone he left behind consumed half of his remaining energy.

Now he drew out his main skill again, as if all his vitality had been absorbed, and his expression became completely sluggish.

Slowly putting the black smoke into the inheritance vessel, Elder Ying took a breath and closed his eyes as if he had fulfilled his wish.

"I don't give gifts to those who are greedy for life and afraid of death." This sentence contains extremely powerful belief.

Of course Situ Kong knew what he was talking about.

Every strong person who leaves behind inherited skills will leave a sentence engraved on the nameplate.

"Master... I will keep it well until someone worthy of it appears." Situ Kong choked and said with tears on his face.

Elder Ying used his last bit of strength to open his eyes, looked at Situ Kong with reluctance, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Xiao Kong...don't cry...get stronger..."

The old hand wanted to touch Situ Kong's head.

It was only lifted halfway, and then it hung down feebly.

Ying closed his eyes completely.

This is the end of a generation of strong men.

"Don't..." Situ Kong said hoarsely, whimpering as if in need.

He hugged the vessel tightly and buried his head on Ying's chest.

Just like...when I was a kid.

Lin Zhen on the side was also infected with this sad mood, and admired the old man named Ying from the bottom of his heart.

He spent his last value and his last life on cultivating the children of the spiritual realm.

Lin Zhen looked silently at the transparent vessel held by Situ Kong. The black mist was still dancing wildly inside, just like the flamboyant and tenacious Ying Elder.

The black mist is the continuation of his life.

Now... he was handed over to him by Situ Kong.

"I won't let you down."

Lin Zhen spoke in a low voice with an extremely firm tone.

As he finished speaking, the entire scene suddenly disappeared, leaving darkness all around.

Very quiet.

A few wisps of black mist merged with the darkness, passing Lin Zhen silently, and then surrounded him, as if scrutinizing him.

The moment the black mist appeared, Lin Zhen noticed it. With the blessing of spiritual eyes, nothing can escape his perception.

Lin Zhen was not in a hurry, closed his eyes and let the black mist surround him.

A few seconds passed like this, and finally...