Chapter 0883: Dried Corpses, Powder, Conspiracy
If you look at it on the positive side -
Niu Yifu's hair is snow-white at the moment, his eye sockets are deep-set, and his eyes are cloudy.
His handsome face was gone, leaving only a layer of clear, wrinkled skin.
The vitality in his body is about to dissipate, but the bone marrow, acupoints, and dantian are still there, and the spiritual power and vitality are still there.
Therefore, in this sense, Niu Yifu has not really died.
Zhao Xiang had a shocking chill in his eyes.
He wants to let Niu Yifu taste the taste of his soul and dissipate, and let him slowly struggle in the ghost gate that is not dead.
The most painful, frightening, and most difficult thing for people is not death, but the moment when they know that they will die but they do not die.
If it's really only a moment, then it's just a hundred.
The point is that if this moment is infinitely stretched and infinitely magnified, then this feeling of pain, despair, and hope will surely be something that no one can endure.
Zhao Xiang has a personal feeling about this.
Perhaps he was still young, only twenty-five or sixteen years old.
But the tragedy of the Zhao family made him walk in the gap between despair and hope, pain and suffering, struggle and escape.
The only meaning of his life seems to be to save everyone in the Zhao family, and to save all the friends and sects who care about and support him.
His identity as a mortal, as an ancient god, as an ancient demon, as a giant, and other identities that he has not yet figured out, have lifted too many responsibilities, too many expectations, too many sorrows, and too many ups and downs on his young shoulders......
Of course, he felt the pain.
He wants to magnify this pain a hundredfold, thousandfold, ten thousandfold.
On the main culprits, accomplices, minions and other culprits who caused the tragedy of the Zhao family, they were imposed one by one as punishment.
If he doesn't retaliate, he can't snow the monstrous hatred in his heart, and if he is not ruthless, he can't release the monstrous anger in his chest.
If he does not punish him, it can only prove that his Zhao family is obedient, and if it does not break out, it can only continue the tragedy of the Zhao family for 10,000 years.
It's a long story, but it's a moment.
Niu Yifu, after tasting the torment of life and death, finally became a dry corpse with a height of a foot and a thickness of inches.
And the dried corpse may have been drained of all its vitality, burned every trace of soul, and finally turned into powder in pieces.
Zhao Xiang's eyes spewed out a breath of spiritual energy coldly, and these powders were blown away without a trace.
Seven spirit beads devoured the vitality of thirty high-ranking cultivators in different positions almost at the same time.
They all jumped and shot towards Zhao Xiang.
Because it added a lot of vitality, the dazzling white light finally flashed with a faint golden light.
The seven fist-sized spirit beads, because of their extremely fast speed, all turned into faint golden light afterimages.
Seven golden rays, from far to near, from thick to thin, between the electric light and flint, all hidden into Zhao Xiang's left hand Lao Gong acupoint.
The ending of the master of Xuanzong naturally became a dried corpse without any suspense.
Zhao Xiang never imagined that he would eliminate the thirty masters of Xuanzong so quickly.
Even including Niu Yifu, a big master.
He always felt that something was wrong.
But no matter how much he thought about it, Zhao Xiang couldn't find any clues to the problem.
What went wrong? If it was so simple to save his parents and brothers, then why did the Blue Moon Alliance and the Dark Sun Organization so deliberately lure themselves to the Wusuju and Xuanzong Main Hall?
Zhao Xiang was silent for a while, and then immediately made a decision - immediately conducted a thorough search, analysis, synthesis, and summary of Niu Yifu's divine sense.
However, to Zhao Xiang's great disappointment, apart from getting some extremely vague useful information, there was no other secret.
The vague information obtained only allowed Zhao Xiang to determine that the ** cultivated by Niu Yifu came from a character named Wujizi, and it is unknown what the organization to which this character belongs, but judging from **, it may be related to the ghost world, the demon world, the demon world, and even the Wuji God Realm and the Supreme Venerable Realm.
However, it is uncertain whether there is a correlation or not, and what a correlation there is.
Could it be that the Blue Moon Alliance and the Dark Sun Organization are related to Ximen Tiger and Mo Wuxie?
Is it inseparable from the Heavenly Dao Evil Dog?
Fantastic! Mysterious Xuanzong!
The enigmatic Qingluo Star! The enigmatic ghost world, the demon world, and the demon world!
Could it be that what supports and controls Xuanzong is another Liliang existence alongside the Dark Sun Organization and the Blue Moon Alliance?
Zhao Xiang shook his head as hard as he could, trying to shake all the doubts in his mind.
In the end, he could only make this rough conjecture:
Perhaps, the terrifying existence behind Xuanzong was worried that Niu Yifu would be unfavorable this time, so Niu Yifu's divine consciousness was cleansed.
Perhaps because of the rush of time, it was too late to completely erase the confidential information left in Niu Yifu's mind.
Or maybe it's the people behind it, who do it consciously - in order to confuse me, confuse my thinking, and lead me down a terrible path with ulterior motives.
Perhaps, I, Zhao Xiang, including the entire Wuyue Sect and Qingluo Xing, have fallen into a conspiracy.
After thinking about it for a moment, Zhao Xiang still had a lot of doubts.
But he thought about the ins and outs of the matter.
Gathering all his thoughts, he immediately locked on to the location of the third brother who was bound by the black rope, and quickly performed the teleportation secret technique.
Zhao Xiang disappeared silently in place, leaving only circles and waves of spatial fluctuations.
After a breath, he arrived at the northwest corner of the main hall of Xuanzong.
Zhao Fei was pierced through the pipa bone by Niu Yifu with a tough black rope and locked on the iron stake behind him.
The iron stake was hugged by two people, and at a glance they knew that it was made of a special material, and its toughness surpassed that of steel, and it was extremely difficult to cut.
Zhao Fei's upper body was completely naked, and every rib was countable, passing through the black rope of the pipa bone, and upon closer examination, he found that it was soaked in black-brown blood, and his nose was full of fishy smell.
Zhao Xiang, who was hidden in the shadows, observed this scene, and the muscles on his face suddenly twisted.
A pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, a raging anger like the sea, erupted from the water.
He did his best to control the pity, anger, and pain in his chest.
He knew that what he needed now was calmness, composure, and sobriety, and if he lost his life, the tragedy of the Zhao family's tens of thousands of years might never end again.
Seeing the third brother Zhao Fei struggling in pain and struggling in pain, Zhao Xiang's muscles all over his body ached.
He didn't know what inhuman torture the third brother had suffered before.
But judging from the current situation, it is absolutely shocking.
"Brother Huan, can you cut the black rope?" Zhao Xiang sent an idea to Zhao Huan, who had turned reality into nothingness, "It's really not good, take the thick iron pillar behind my third brother to a pot!"
Zhao Huan hurriedly sent a message to Zhao Xiang - "The black rope that binds the third brother is the famous magic rope in the Demon Realm. ”
"The Demon Binding Rope is extremely tough, and it was originally refined with the tendons of the spirit dragon for 10,000 years. ”
"Brother Ah Xiang, I very much suspect that this magic rope is definitely not as simple as binding the third brother, I guess there may be a deeper and more poisonous purpose. ”