OBS Chapter 428 Burial, Transmigration, and Separation
Chapter 428 Burial, Transmigration, and Separation
Li Changxiao's Qingping sword was not very sharp, but it could easily cut the throat and tear the flesh.
In this silent killing, he, the "executioner", just repeated his actions, and one seeker after another died in his hands.
After Chao Fengtian fell down helplessly, Li Changxiao slowly put away his sword.
Causes in the future will lead to results in the present.
At this moment, the matter is finally over. No flowers have grown in the land of fire, and everything is just an illusion.
If the spiritual energy had not been exhausted, perhaps they would have gained something in the end. However, these are just assumptions, and the reality has already happened and cannot be reversed.
However, before they died, they also showed some of their last grace. Wu Changkong's spear broke through the air with great force, and Luo Xueer's leg skills were like waves sweeping across the sea...
Although Chao Fengtian's every move was extremely ordinary, it carried an indescribable charm. Li Changxiao did not confront him with his cultivation, but simply competed with him in moves, and did not have any advantage at all.
Chao Fengtian was the last one to rush towards his inner demon.
He was also the one who had fought his inner demons the longest, as if he wanted to show everything he had learned throughout his life and everything he was proud of.
At that extremely brilliant moment, it was ended by a sword.
The dust has settled.
After Li Changxiao put away his sword, he looked at the corpses on the ground, sighed softly, and committed more murders.
He blew a breeze, wrapping up all the corpses, suspending them in the air, floating beside him, moving with him.
After discovering a mountain with good feng shui, Li Changxiao's eyes finally lit up and he took the 19 corpses up the mountain.
If someone saw him doing this in broad daylight, they would probably be so scared that they would scream that there was a demon.
Just after climbing the mountain for an incense stick of time, a woodcutter came down the mountain and saw this horrific scene:
A man in white was walking slowly, with more than ten corpses floating around him. All of them were thin, but they were wearing very unusual clothes.
The woodcutter was so frightened that he forgot to run away and just stood there in a daze. Li Changxiao couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. This kid was really unlucky.
He walked over, patted the woodcutter on the shoulder, then passed him and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
The woodcutter came to his senses and for a moment he didn't know whether what he had just seen was a dream or reality. In any case, it was very vague. He shouted "bad luck" and quickened his pace to walk towards the foot of the mountain.
From then on, this woodcutting mountain had a legend about a white-clothed zombie that lurked around, sucked people's yang energy, and liked to collect corpses, with a hideous and terrifying face.
If Li Changxiao knew that events would turn out this way, he would definitely laugh out loud and find it extremely interesting.
He doesn't mind becoming the topic of conversation at other people's dinner tables. It is also his honor.
But... he thought he would be happier if he could appear in a positive image.
It was already evening when we reached the top of the mountain.
As the sun sets, the dirt road on the top of the mountain dries up and emits the scent of earth that has been exposed to the sun all day.
This fragrance is not very fresh, but it gives people a pleasant feeling.
After choosing the position, Li Changxiao could only let the Qingping Sword serve as a shovel for digging the soil for a while.
This sword, which has been tempered by the essence of the ten great spirits, is not just used to kill people. If the Qingping Sword had a spirit, it would definitely accuse its master of being unfilial.
Although it is a sword, it seems to be rarely used to kill people. Instead, it can be seen being used for various miscellaneous tasks.
For example, it is used to carry loads when going to and from the inn, it is used as a fire stick when cooking... and so on.
At this moment, it was used as a shovel, inserted into the ground, and then used force to dig it out. A palm-sized piece of soil was shoveled out of the soil.
so repeatedly.
Li Changxiao was very proud and gave this sword technique a name, calling it "the ground-shoveling sword technique" or "the pit-digging sword technique".
Fortunately, the Qingping Sword is not a soft sword, otherwise this shoveling sword technique would be useless.
The golden sunlight poured down on his body, and his white clothes were dyed golden. It took him several hours, from dusk to early morning, and the nineteen tombs were finally excavated.
It might take Li Changxiao less than a second to chop down a mountain, but digging a tombstone would require a lot of energy.
For some people he respected and pitied...
Li Changxiao would dig their graves carefully, piece by piece of soil at a time, so it took him so much time to dig the tombs of these 19 seekers who died at the hands of their inner demons.
Next, he went to another mountain, picked out a few large stones of good quality, and cut them into pieces with the Qingping Sword.
Afterwards... the Qingping Sword gloriously evolved from an iron shovel to an iron chisel.
The flames splashed, and words appeared on the stone tablet one by one.
In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through.
Li Changxiao came to the last step and planned to bury them, but when he turned back, he found that the bodies of the 19 Hua Miao had already decayed.
Moreover, it is decaying at an extremely fast speed. If you get even a step closer, you can smell the stench of a rotting corpse.
Li Changxiao buried each corpse carefully, then opened the wine gourd and poured a line of wine in front of each tombstone.
When he arrived at Chao Fengtian's tomb, he didn't know what to feel.
Who could have imagined that buried in a small grave in this desolate mountain is a super-powerful man who was once the most powerful man in the world?
It's all past.
Let’s all be soil. Let’s all be soil.
Li Changxiao brushed the dirt off his palms, and went down the mountain alone in the morning dew.
The mountain stream is cool and clear.
As they went further away, the nineteen small tombs gradually lost their popularity.
……
Back in the small town above the Eryuan Sect ruins, Li Changxiao returned to the Wang family mansion.
After briefly speaking to the head of the Wang family, Li Changxiao left the Wang family and walked towards the city gate.
Zhang Mo brought Zhao Qiu and Wang Huang back from underground yesterday. They rested for a night at Zhao's house and prepared to leave early this morning.
Let’s talk about after a night’s rest.
Zhang Mo looked brand new now. After all, even she was in a mess when she came out, and even her elder robe was left in the ruins.
The Zhao family did not dare to neglect Zhang Mo, this big Buddha. They arranged for her to take a bath, change her clothes, and also gave her accessories, sachets, swords, silver, a BMW, etc.
At this time, we arrived at the city gate and it was time to say goodbye.
Zhang Mo wore black leather short boots, a slim black robe, a sword on her waist, her hair was tied up, and she had a little makeup on. She sat astride a BMW and waved goodbye to the people who were seeing her off from behind.
"Elder, goodbye." Zhao Qiu was reluctant to leave.
During the time she spent at the ruins, she had already become dependent on Zhang Mo.
"You silly girl, if you want me to come to Dayan Huazong, then just do it. Why are you crying?"
Zhang Mo cursed with a smile, then kicked the horse's belly and rode away.
Horse hooves kicked up dust.
Walk to somewhere in the suburbs.
Zhang Mo was suddenly stunned, she pulled the reins and stopped. A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes and she looked around.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the long hair at the temples fluttered slightly, as if someone was stroking it gently.
"gone."
Zhang Mo raised the corners of her mouth, shouted loudly, and without caring whether someone heard her or not, she rode away on her horse.