Tang San When I woke up, it was still dark.
He was lying in a broken house in an abandoned mountain village, with hay spread under him and Tang Hao's cloak covering him.
The wound on the left arm has scabbed over, and the disordered Soul Power after Ring Explosion is slowly swimming in the meridians, like a snake that refuses to rest.
He sat up, Tang Hao leaned against the door, and closed his eyes.
"Are you awake?"
"Hmm."
"Let's go. Go to Xingdou, take a look at Xiao Wu, and then do whatever you need to do."
Tang San stood up, folded the cloak and placed it on the hay.
He didn't ask "What to do next", and Tang Hao didn't explain.
The two walked out of the shabby house. The morning fog was thick, and the dew in the mountains and forests wet their clothes.
Tang San walked in front, and Tang Hao followed behind, separated by five or six steps.
When they reached a fork in the road, Tang Hao suddenly stopped and listened.
"There's someone in front." Tang San also heard it.
Three cold and mixed breaths floated out from the mountain forest on the left side of the fork in the road, carrying a putrid smell.
Tang Hao did not move forward, but turned sideways and looked at Tang San.
"Slaughter City You are forced to survive. Now, take the initiative."
Tang San said nothing, Clear Sky Hammer solidified in the palm of his hand, the lines on the hammer's body lit up with a dark golden light, and he walked towards the direction of the breath.
Three men in gray robes squatted by the stream, their hoods pulled down so hard that their faces could not be seen clearly.
The stream flowed down from the mountain and broke away the fog, revealing a small open space.
Two corpses of Soul Beast were lying on the open ground. Gray-black mist floated from the corpses and was sucked in by a black porcelain bottle in their hands.
Evil Soul Master, collecting death energy.
One of them raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw Tang San.
"Who..."
Clear Sky Hammer smashed it down, just the simplest swing of the hammer.
The man raised his arm to block, but his arm was broken. He flew out, hit a tree, and fell to the ground without making a sound.
The other two men in gray robes jumped up at the same time, Soul Ring lit up, white, white, purple.
Tang San bullied him forward, Clear Sky Hammer swept across, and the hammer hit one person's chest, and the sound of the sternum breaking was clearly audible.
The remaining man turned around and ran away. Tang San did not pursue him. He stood there and watched the gray robe disappear into the mist.
Tang Hao came out from behind, glanced at the two corpses on the ground, and then looked at Tang San.
"One ran away."
"On purpose."
Tang Hao nodded.
Tang San looked down at Clear Sky Hammer. There was blood on the hammer surface, dark red, flowing down along the lines.
He wiped it with the back of his hand, but it couldn't be wiped off. The blood seeped into the texture of the hammer body.
He felt the cold breath surging inside his body, not anger or violence, but a kind of cold satisfaction.
Like a thirsty person drinking water, like a hungry person eating food.
He closed his eyes and tried to suppress the feeling of satisfaction, but it refused to retreat and squatted deep in his heart, watching him quietly.
He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. There was obvious blood on his palms. He squatted by the stream and put his hands into the water to wash them.
The cold water of the stream dispersed the blood stains, turning them into strands of light red silk threads, flowing along the water.
His face was reflected in the water, and the scarlet lightning mark on his forehead was particularly dazzling in the morning light.
Tang Hao stood behind him and was silent for a long time.
"Feel it?"
"I feel it." Tang San stood up and shook the water from his hands, "When I was killing, there was nothing in my mind."
"That's right." Tang Hao turned around and continued walking forward.
"It's still a little bit worse. You're killing deliberately now, not out of intention. Keep walking."
Tang San followed without saying anything.
Ashen Territory, early morning.
Chen Jieqi stood on the altar, watching the craftsmen prying up the broken bluestone piece by piece and moving it to the cart.
Niu Gao stood on the edge of the square, holding a hammer in his hand. There was no expression on his face, but he couldn't hide the distress in his eyes.
Dugu Yan came over and handed him a registration book.
"Another seven households came. Those who escaped from the Cangmang Mountain Range said that Evil Soul Master was burning down the village."
Chen Jieqi took the register, turned over two pages, and closed it.
"Arrange to live outside the valley, and the food will be delivered from the warehouse."
Dugu Yan nodded and did not leave.
She looked at the bandage on Chen Jieqi's right arm. The bandage was very clean and there was no bleeding, indicating that the wound was healing well.
"Does your hand still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Chen Jieqi handed the register back. Dugu Yan took it and turned around and left.
The voice of Sheng Hui sounded in Soul Ring.
"Your sixth Soul Skill, Ashen Awakening, both forms have been verified.
The fan-shaped flame is suitable for clearing the field, and the giant Holy Sword is suitable for killing single targets.
But the consumption is too great. If you use it once, your faith reserve will be bottomed out."
"Where is the normal Ring of Light?"
"Ring of Light relies on the accumulation of believers and can recover in a day or two.
Ashen Awakening needs you to stand on the altar again and accept the infusion of faith from believers. The more believers you have, the faster your recovery will be."
Chen Jieqi said nothing, he walked down from the altar and walked towards the chapel.
Dugu Bo was sitting on the stone steps, holding a wine flask in his hand and not drinking.
Seeing him coming, Dugu Bo placed the wine bottle on the stone steps.
"The seal of the underground fissure is moving more and more frequently.
Evil Soul Master is entrenched over the mountains, not waiting, but raising,
Nurturing Stone Gate to loosen, nourishing your light to become brighter."
Chen Jieqi stood next to him, looking at the ridge in the distance.
"Tang San Where is it?"
"Once that kid's killing method takes shape, the entire continent will be in chaos." Dugu Bo took a sip of wine and said,
"You had a fight with him. What do you think he lacks?"
Chen Jieqi was silent for a moment. "Lack of heart, impure murderous intention, being dragged by other things."
"What's that thing called?"
"Xiao Wu."
Dugu Bo glanced at him and did not ask any further questions.
He stood up, patted his clothes, and walked towards the chapel. After walking a few steps, he stopped.
"Then you should protect that rabbit even more."
Chen Jieqi said nothing.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo stood in front of the window, looking through the clouds in the direction of Ashen Territory.
Ning Fengzhi is sitting on a chair, spinning a teacup in his hand.
"Both forces have converged. Neither the holy light nor the murderous aura can overwhelm the other."
Sword Douluo turned around. "That young man Tang San came out from Slaughter City and inherited the Asura way. The light of Chen Jieqi can overwhelm him."
Ning Fengzhi put down the tea cup. "Press one end, not crush it to death. Leave some room."
"That's why it's scary." Sword Douluo walked back and sat down opposite him, "Both of them didn't use their full strength. Both were testing and holding back. What about next time?"
Ning Fengzhi has no answer.
Crown Prince's Residence, Qian Renxue stood in front of the window, holding the piece of feather with burn marks in his hand.
The temperature of the feathers has returned to normal, indicating that the battle has been over for a long time.
She did not receive the message, Chen Jieqi was not sent to her, and she did not send it to him.
She knew he was still standing, and that was enough.
She put the feathers into her sleeves, turned around and walked back to the case to continue reviewing the memorial.
Xue Ye's matter, find a suitable time to put an end to it completely.
Cangmang Mountain Range deep, Evil Soul Master stronghold.
The man in black robe stood on the black stone altar, with a gray-black flame dancing on his fingertips. A man in gray robe knelt under the altar, trembling all over.
"Sir, we encountered Tang San father and son on the outskirts... Only one of my subordinates escaped back."
The black-robed master did not look back. "How many did he kill?"
"Two, the third... he put them back."
The black-robed master laughed, but the laughter had no warmth. "He is practicing his skills. Take our people to practice his murderous intention."
The man in gray robe did not dare to speak.
The black-robed master turned around. "Let them practice. The more he kills, the colder his heart will be, and the closer he will be to us."
The man in gray robe didn't understand, but didn't dare to ask.
The black-robed man raised his hand, and gray-black flames exploded in his palm, engulfing the kneeling gray-robed man.
Calm returned to the altar.
As night fell, Tang San stood outside Star Dou Great Forest and did not go in.
Tang Hao stood behind him and did not rush him.
Tang San looked toward the depths of the forest. There were Lake of Life, Xiao Wu, Da Ming, and Er Ming.
He knew that she was still there and that she was safe, and that was enough. He didn't go in because he was afraid that if he went in, he wouldn't want to come out.
"Let's go." Tang Hao said.
Tang San didn't answer. He stood for a while, then turned around and walked in the direction of Tang Hao.
"Where to go?"
"Find a stronger opponent."
Tang Hao followed without saying anything. The two of them disappeared into the night, one after the other.