Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

Zhu Xun silently followed An An for a few days, and had a general understanding of the current situation. This time, there was no memory of the original owner that Zhu Xun could grasp, and everything had to be figured out by himself.

As a very domineering demon sword in the legend, Zhu Chang himself did not have this consciousness.An An's life is very monotonous, either killing people or being in a daze, Fengyue tells him to kill whoever he kills, without blinking his eyes, like chopping melons and vegetables, bamboo is also used to being covered in blood every time, and then being darkened slowly Days to wipe clean.

Every time after being wiped, An would cut his finger and feed a few drops of blood to the bamboo stick to absorb. Every time the bamboo stick would feel very comfortable. He got the inheritance of the demon sword and knew how to cultivate with the owner's blood.He had a hunch that maybe he could take human form soon.

Today's darkness seems to be extra impetuous, different from the tranquility of the past. He practiced a set of saber techniques back and forth in the bamboo forest outside his Zhisha residence.

Finally, when the night fell, Ancai drew his knife neatly, turned around and flew away, and quickly disappeared into the night in a black robe.

After many twists and turns, the high and low roofs of the Moon Worship Sect went up and down, split open the brightly lit hall, escaped the patrolling congregants, and came to an inconspicuous rockery.

Bamboo is puzzled, what is he going to do?

He secretly stretched out his hand and slapped rhythmically on a part of the rockery, the sound of bearing rotation sounded, and a pedestrian passage appeared on the boulder.

An quickly dodges in, and the stone door behind him slams shut.

Inside the stone gate are damp and dark steps, with patches of dark green moss growing on the steps.

Pressing the handle of the bamboo knife with one hand, An An walked down the steps, the more he went down, the more humid he was, and there was the sound of splashing water.

Turning an intersection, everything at the bottom of the cave came into view.

A huge water curtain poured down from top to bottom, surrounding a two-meter-square stone plate in the center of the deep blue pool. A man in white clothes with loose hair and blood-stained hair was tightly locked on the stone plate by black iron chains with thick wrists.

The man seemed to be aware of someone coming, his raised face was covered with blood, but his eyes were unusually bright, and when he saw that the person was dark, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

An seemed not at all surprised by the locked person in the pool, and pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it out vigorously.The soft handkerchief seemed to be instantly filled with strength, and it became indestructible and shot straight at the person at an extremely fast speed.

However, the handkerchief didn't fly to the person as Zhu Tong expected, but when it passed through the water curtain, a puff of scorched smoke rose and it was completely burned.

corrosion?Zhu Xun was surprised.

The man in white seemed to have expected it, coughed and said: "It's useless, in this water prison, it's hard to fly with wings."

An didn't say a word, just came to the side of the stone wall silently, drew his knife and gestured back and forth on the moss-stained stone wall.

Zhu Xi was secretly held in his hand and shook back and forth in fear, wondering in his heart, he didn't want to use me to chop stones, did he?Are you sure you won't kill me!

After thinking for a while, as if he had found the position to attack, he lifted his wrist, changed the direction of the blade, and slashed at the stone wall with force. The seemingly hard stone wall was torn apart like tofu, revealing the constantly rotating inside The black gear, the gear was cut off, and stopped rotating after making a harsh friction sound unwillingly.The surrounding water curtains were instantly wiped clean.

The man in white looked at An with dumbfounded eyes, it was the incomparably hard Xuanlongyan, and it was cut open just by An's waving of his wrist like this?

Flying over with a black knife in his hand, he landed lightly on the stone plate, flipped his wrist, and the thick iron chain snapped.

The man in white held his wrist full of scars, surprised that the iron prison where he had been imprisoned for two years was so easily destroyed.

"You want to let me go?" the man in white asked aloud.

Zhu Xi observed the appearance of the man in white at a close distance. The handsome scholar looks like a scholar. If he is not trapped in a prison, he must be a handsome and handsome person.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to lift the man in white's collar, carried him and flew across the pool, throwing him on the ground mercilessly.

"Go." An Kai said a cold word from his lips.

"Let me go, aren't you afraid that he will blame you?" The man in white looked at An in surprise.

"Just leave, there is no need to come back." He secretly answered the question.

"The four of us grew up together, and now that Biluo has been killed by Fengyue, do you still believe that Fengyue is still the same Fengyue?" The man in white said with red eyes, as if extremely angry.

Darkly silent.

The man in white just couldn't see him like this, so he continued: "Dark, are you really as innocent as he appeared when you first met Fengyue? Do you really believe that Yuanye forced him as he said?"

"To Yuan Ye, he is the jewel in the palm of his heart. How could Yuan Ye hurt him a bit?"

Seeing An's Adam's apple rolling up and down, Zhu Xie only said: "He saved me."

He saved me?What's the meaning?

The man in white paused, then continued: "Yes, he saved you, but you have done enough for so many years! How long will you be his lackey!"

An didn't speak anymore, just took out a green porcelain bottle from his sleeve robe, and threw it into the arms of the man in white.

"Qing Mo, this is the antidote, you go quickly, you don't have to see each other in the future."

Qing Mo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just picked up the medicine bottle and swallowed a pill quickly, and left the water prison where he was imprisoned for nearly two years.

An An walked out of the water prison step by step slowly, and the moment he stepped out of the water prison again, the ground near the rockery shook, and the water prison collapsed.It stands to reason that such a huge sound should attract the attention of everyone in the church, but the entire Moon Worship Sect was abnormally calm, as if the sound of the collapse was nothing more than normal.

An's pace paused, the hand on the handle of the knife gradually tightened, his jaw tightened, and he walked towards Fengyue Pavilion step by step.

The silver and white veils fluttered, and the Fengyue Pavilion was brightly lit, as if it had been known for a long time that someone would come.Fengyue leaned on the bed with a relaxed expression, holding a book in her hand, reading it with relish, and laughing coquettishly from time to time.

He didn't seem to be surprised to see An An walk in with a gloomy face. He put the book aside, sat up, put his hands on his cheeks, and said with a smile, "Let go?"

A pair of dark eyes like a cold pool looked at him without blinking, "You know."

"Yes, I know." Fengyue replied as a matter of course, and winked at An playfully after speaking.

Dark jaw tightened, "Is he still alive?"

Fengyue tapped her lips with her fingertips, as if she was thinking: "Well—should be alive, but—look at you."

"why?"

Fengyue seemed very surprised to hear him ask, "I haven't punished you for destroying my water prison, but you came to blame me first."

"Is the antidote fake?" An asked again.

"The antidote? You said the green bottle you stole from me?" Fengyue asked back, as if she found it very interesting, and continued to ask and answer: "It can indeed make him happy for a while, but it is Another drug that just happens to restrain the poison in his body."

An An strode close to Fengyue, raised her hand to tighten Fengyue's chin, "I have helped you get the Moon Worship Sect."

Fengyue took advantage of the trend to lean against An's body, her eyes lingered on An's face fascinatedly, her fingers slowly stroked An's resolute face, and traced between his eyebrows and eyes.

"You promised me to protect me."

"Why did you go back on your word?"

"But it doesn't matter, Qingmo's life is in my hands, as well as that crazy Biluo."

Dark drooping eyes stared at Fengyue's fascinated face, gritted his teeth and said: "You threaten me."

Fengyue leaned close to An's lips, and smiled foolishly, and she was about to say something, but the black knife on An's waist exploded, shaking Fengyue who was almost lying on An's body away.

Fengyue rolled back into the bed in embarrassment, turned over and sat up, angrily scolded: "Darkness! You hate my approaching so much!"

He didn't say a word, just clenched the black knife in his hand, the surprise disappeared in his eyes, the scabbard that was exploded was scattered on the ground, and the black knife was faintly shining with red light.

Fengyue just thought it was him shaking him away, seeing that he was silent, she became more and more resentful, and violently waved her sleeve robe.

"roll!"

An readily agreed and left quickly.

Returning to his Zhisha residence, he secretly lifted his robe and sat on the stone table in the bamboo forest, raised the black knife in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

The blade of the black gold blade was radiant, and there was a faint red light in the sun, which was fleeting. An An's left thumb lightly stroked the edge of the blade, and a drop of red blood slipped down, which was absorbed by the black blade in an instant.

Looking at the black knife in front of him, he secretly asked, "Are you angry?"

No one answered, An didn't care, and continued to ask: "Why?"

The black knife in his hand trembled, made a clanking sound, and suddenly escaped from An's hand.

Hei Knife flitted and slashed wantonly in the bamboo forest as if he really had feelings of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

In the end, as if he had exhausted his anger, he landed on the stone table in front of An with a clatter.

Looking at the messy bamboo grove around him like a monsoon passing through, the corners of An An's mouth curled up undetectably, he picked up the black knife in front of him, flicked it on the shiny blade, and then fed the black knife a drop of blood.

"He still has a big temper."

Zhu Xi sat cross-legged in the knife and sulked.

"Why am I angry?"

"Isn't it because you are a useless person who is always restrained by others?"

"You say you! Have you lived in vain for thousands of years!"

"Don't think I won't be angry if you coax me!"

Zhu Chong said a lot, but he couldn't hear him. As he was talking, Zhu Chong stopped talking, sat there lonely, turned his back and didn't look at him anymore.

Looking secretly at the black knife in his hand that made different high and low clanking sounds, like singing, he stroked it up and down very fondly, and felt that the black knife was no longer moving, so he took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it off again.

"You wait for me to cast a new scabbard for you."

"What style do you like?"

Zhu Zhang turned his back and felt the touch of the upper and lower parts of his body, his cheeks were red and dripping blood, listening to the dark soliloquy, he snorted softly and pursed his lips, "I didn't forgive you."

Looking secretly at the gradually reddening blade in his hand, a smile finally opened on his lips, and in an instant, Leng Yi's face softened.

Zhuchang thought, maybe, maybe it would be good to become Lao Gong's knife.