refuse to be a teacher

The ancient living sword clan, because of their blood's special and strong aggressiveness, was used as an important living weapon by the gregarious tribes vying for territory.

As one of the branches of the Living Sword Clan, the Baiwu Clan in the Northern Territory has been passed down to this day, and its blood no longer has any intimidating and aggressiveness.

But they are still affected by the never-ending toxins of the Mother-Child Gu in their bones. Every hundred years, there will be a young woman in the clan who is dying of the poison, and the Gu worms will be printed all over her body.

——Once the time limit is not resolved, the blood will dry up and die.

The Baiwu tribe regards the reappearance of the mother Gu as the only connection with the living sword tribe.

Although the Baiwu people were eager to separate themselves from the Living Sword Clan, their essential ideological constraints did not allow them to have any thoughts of rebellion and defection towards the Living Sword Clan.

In the beginning, they called the Mother Gu the "Jielong Seal" to show respect, but in the year when the seal in the clan appeared, all clan members must kneel down and worship according to the clan rules, so as to enshrine the existence of the Mother Gu as a god.

But in fact, people can find the authenticity of the living sword's bloodline by cracking the "Jianlong Seal" which is constantly circulated among the people-it just forces a response between the mother and child Gu, and the poison of the mother Gu is released, and it emerges in the The silky imprint on the host's body will thus be reversed, turning into a complex pattern that can guide the direction of all child Gu.

Therefore, for nearly a hundred years, everyone has made an excessively distorted interpretation of the Jielong Seal.

Some people say that as long as you unravel the Jielong Seal, you can get a complete set of spell cheats, and use this to dominate the martial arts world and over ten thousand people.

Afterwards, rumors were spread, which further exaggerated the lofty status of Jielong Seal in the hearts of all the war promoters.

People regard its existence as a gift left by the gods.

And even if they know the truth afterwards, it will not dampen their greedy and ugly desire/desire for Jielong Seal.

Because the existence of the living sword tribe is more thirsty than the gods.

An ancient tribe with a small number of people on the verge of extinction, the last meaning of its existence in this world is to become a fierce and frightening weapon in the hands of people, to be carve up, imprisoned and sold, and finally ended up with a tragic end of a dead tribe.

However, the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory, as the only branch of them that survived in the world, showed infinite admiration and respect for Jielong Seal on the surface, but in fact they also had a coveted heart, always looking forward to swallowing up the powerful weapon of blood circulation. Take it for yourself.

"The Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory... what kind of tribe is it?" Cong smiled lowly, seeming to deceive Yan, seem to be in love with Yun, and seem to be facing himself, "They were born in the clan of living swords. But it can be like all ordinary human beings...to wipe out the mother clan of the past, "

"Selfish, cruel, stupid."

Stretching out a hand from the pillow, he tried his best to twist Yun Zhehuan's wet and sticky hair: "Also... sad."

Yan Jue was speechless.

The identity of the man in front of him is still a mystery, but what is certain now is that Congzhen is not as he always thought, who has no desires and desires, and is willing to be a slave to others.

There is something heavier on his body, suppressing him, forcing him to put on a smiling mask that is hard to distinguish between true and false, and lurk beside Yun Zhehuan for a long time, acting as a seemingly dedicated deputy.

"No... that's not the case."

"not like this."

But at this time, Yun Zhehuan opened his mouth slightly from the unbearable pain, and said with great difficulty and powerlessness: "Congzhen, you...you have been brought up by the elders of the clan since you were young, why have they ever treated you badly... ? Why do you... have such thoughts... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, there was another heart-piercing scream.The blood-stained dagger in Zhen's hand had already lifted the delicate skin on her back, and one step deeper would be able to completely uncover her from the inside to the outside without reservation.

"What do you know?" Congzheng said coldly, "You are a waste!"

Yun Zhehuan couldn't speak, half of his face was soaked in the blood up to his waist, he could only feel a fishy smell in his ears, eyes, mouth and nose that was hard to dispel.

"Old Patriarch Yun, and your clan elders who have accomplished nothing, and you, Yun Zhehuan...all of you with the surname Yun, there is not a single good thing!"

Yun Zhehuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a low voice: "You..."

"What qualifications do you have to preach to me?" Cong Zhen said, "The one who betrayed his faith in order to rob the Dragon Seal at the beginning... isn't he a member of the Baiwu tribe?"

"No!" Yun Zhehuan was close to collapse, "My father is not wrong! The elders and the others... are not wrong either! All the clan members have done so far are following the clan rules that have not changed for a hundred years... It's all just..."

"What other clan rules do you have!" Cong Zhen interrupted her abruptly, "It's just throwing the Jielong Seal with one hand, attracting people from outside the clan to rush up... and you are just sitting back and enjoying it!"

"My father is not that kind of person...!"

"Shut up!"

Having said so much, Congzhen didn't give Yun Zhehuan any chance to defend herself, bowed forward, and used the tip of the dagger to break away the few remaining strong chains between her bones.

There was not a single piece of intact skin left on the woman's body. At that time, there were many scars, and most of her body was soaked in the blood that was gushing all over the place.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about what to do from the pillow.Yan Jue was not far away, his eyes were blurred, and the place where his eyes touched was all a piercing scarlet.

"You want to unlock the Jielong Seal..." Yan bullied, "If everything is as you said just now, to unlock the Jielong Seal, you will definitely need the echo of Zi Gu."

He didn't turn back from the pillow and said: "It's very easy to get the child Gu."

Yan Jue's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think of his apprentice.

"...How can we echo each other?" He asked in a concentrated voice.

"I don't know." Congzhen smiled coldly, and said to Yan, "Maybe it's worth a try to sacrifice."

Yan Jue clenched both hands tightly, and suddenly scolded: "Fantasy!"

"Why, you are not willing to let your apprentice die?"

Finally turned around from the pillow, waded through the water and walked slowly in front of Yan Jue, then pinched his chin with his hook fingers, and said word by word: "Didn't your master swallow the mother's poison back then, and finally drew his sword to kill himself?"

Yan deceived: "He didn't use the so-called 'Zi Gu' on the way to break the seal."

"That's because he didn't succeed at all." Cong Pillow said lightly, "Without the help of Zigu, he exported the Jielong Seal out of the human body purely for the purpose of destroying it."

Yan Jue's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't give him any answer.

Except for Qin Huan himself, no one knows what happened back then.

At that time, Qin Huan decided to take action to try to break the seal. He really only wanted to quell the chaos and eliminate the war and slaughter once caused by the Jielong Seal.

He, Fengai Sword Master, had his heart on the world, and he only lived for the common people all his life. In the end, he died because of this, but he still left the eyes of countless people questioning and criticizing.

And Yan Jue had only such a master in his life, and later on there was only one apprentice left.Since the master died many years ago because of robbing the dragon seal, Yan Jue would never allow his apprentice to repeat the same mistake and become the second innocent victim.

Whoever wants to kill his apprentice, he can fight that person to death.

So Yan Jue looked at the pillow expressionlessly, and said for a long time, "You want to kill Xue Xiaomao."

It was a very simple and calm statement, and from what I heard from the pillow, the expression was indifferent, and he said nonchalantly: "Yeah, I'm not just going to kill him."

"As long as I find the real living sword in my hand, after him, there is no one I can't kill."

"Lingtai One Sword Sect, Zhufengmen, Yun Zhehuan, and the entire Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory behind her."

Spreading his hands from the pillow, he still said calmly and calmly: "Mr. Yan, don't you want to witness such a heart-pounding scene...Lingtai Yijian Sect and Zhufengmen disappeared before your eyes, that's not the result you want to see the most ?"

Yan Jue was noncommittal, but said indifferently: "The price is my apprentice's life in exchange."

Cong Pillow said: "Use him alone to pay for your future life's peace."

Yan Jue remained silent, and his face was indescribably complicated and gloomy.

Raising his eyebrows slightly from the pillow, he continued to ask: "How?"

Yan Jue raised his head, staring blankly at the falcon-like pupils of the man in front of him.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, Yan Jue suddenly chuckled softly.

He said: "...you are dreaming."

From the pillow, he was stunned for a while, but before he could react once, Yan Jue bent his leg and hit his waist hard with his knee.Since the pillow is a shrewd guy, he turned his side slightly, and dodged it impartially, not wanting Yan Jue's kick with his leg to change the angle instantly, and just happened to brush a rusty short knife hanging from the edge of the pillow's belt, snort With a bang, it suddenly flew out obliquely, landed within a few inches of Yun Zhehuan's hand, and sank into the pool of blood, gradually showing a tendency to sink.

Yun Zhehuan was still struggling to the death on the verge of pain, but Yan Jue's eyebrows were fixed, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Don't be dazed, hurry up!"

At that moment, Yun Zhehuan didn't know what he was doing.

Her face was covered with blood, and her body was covered with fatal wounds. At that time, reddish-brown blood was gurgling outwards.But the instinct of survival drove her to reach out and hold the handle of the dagger, as if grasping the last straw to save her life. Even though her vision was blurred, she still tried her best, screaming, and swung out suddenly——

At that time, Cong Zhen didn't even make any corresponding preparations, the cold tip of the knife pointed inward, directly piercing his back, tearing him from behind without mercy.

The blood splattered out in an instant, and Yan Hao subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, so all the scattered scarlet was sprayed on the back of his hand, which was warm and sticky, but actually felt a bit of burning pain.

Before Yan Jue had time to think about why, he groaned in pain from the pillow, and then swung his palm uncontrollably, hitting Yan Jue's left heart, which had not healed from the broken bones, and instantly threw his whole body up. Flip it up, lift it in the air, and throw it into the pool of blood vigorously, causing a large splash of water.

"You all found this by yourself, don't blame me for being merciless!"

From the pillow, he tightly covered the wound with one hand, and with the other he vigorously brushed away the water waves, trying to find Yun Zhehuan in the darkness of the room.

However, after a short moment of death-like silence, he tilted his head slightly from the pillow, just as Yun Zhehuan got stuck in a blind spot of sight and fell from the sky, holding the short rusty knife in his palm, and with all the strength remaining in his arms, the tip of the knife pointed towards Without any hesitation - pierced into the depths of the man's head, and then buried it hard.