Chapter 161 Don’t Come Back in the Next Life

"What are you talking about, senior?"

"I do not understand!"

"I am just an ordinary Qigong driver..."

The old man had an aged face and white hair, his hands were covered with calluses from heavy work, his back was bent, and he smiled at Su Chen in a simple and ingratiating way, as if this had become his lifestyle habit a long time ago.

However, Su Chen saw clearly that the old man was obviously panicking at this moment, and he seemed to be hiding a small drum in his arms.

There are countless immortal practitioners in the world, and most of them in the Eastern Region are law practitioners. They mainly practice Taoism and magical powers. They have a solid foundation and follow the great path.

However, the Western Region is too dangerous. One must acquire strong strength as soon as possible in order to survive and reproduce from the attacks of the ferocious beasts in the sand sea.

Therefore, in the Western Regions, the main focus is on weapon cultivation. Although the sword technique is unconventional, it can grow very quickly and possess great power.

No matter the young leader of the caravan, the white-haired old man, or even the others, they are basically weapon cultivators, exchanging their lives with magic weapons in exchange for powerful strength.

Of course, although this method is powerful, it requires consuming one's lifespan to nourish the magic weapon.

"Monster!"

"This is a monster!"

"Damn it! This isn't the ferocious beast from the sea of ​​sand. I told you it won't move. It really won't move..."

In the caravan, there were foundation-building cultivators who were exclaiming in surprise.

"Old Chu!"

"why?"

"The caravan has been very kind to you, why are you betraying it..."

The young leader's eyes were filled with cruelty and murderous intent. He wanted to come over and question the old man, but unfortunately, when he saw that his disguise was pierced, the old man sighed and simply gave up pretending and flew into the air.

He kept beating the human-skin drum in his arms. In an instant, two centipede monsters that looked like stick insects started moving again. They exerted their full strength and swept across all directions, devouring the monks in the caravan or grinding them into meat paste.

"Will you be nice to me?"

"hehe."

"My name is not Lao Chu."

"I am Luo Shanhe! The young master of the Qingyou tribe. Thirty years ago, you, the Lihuo tribe, wiped out our entire tribe and robbed our oasis. You, a little beast, were only thirteen years old back then, and you bullied my mother! You also detained me and made me listen to the noises outside the tent. You are like a beast, worse than a demon..."

"Is this treating me well?"

The old man was laughing, a miserable laugh.

He is the same age as Young Master Lihuo, but at this moment, he is like a candle in the wind. In his twilight years, the fire of longevity in his body has long gone out in order to nourish the human-skin drum.

these years.

He hid his state of mind and worked as a groom in the Lihuo Caravan just to find an opportunity for revenge, but unfortunately he never found it.

Over the years, he went through a lot of hardships before he achieved the Void Pill.

But what’s the use of Xudan?

In front of the tribe, we are nothing but ants.

For weapon cultivators, the higher the realm they reach, the more they need natural treasures to nurture their weapons. Otherwise, they can only use their lifespan to cultivate the weapons, so that the weapons can continue to maintain their divine light.

He is nearing the end of his life.

Therefore, since he could not find an opportunity to destroy the Lihuo tribe, he was willing to sacrifice his life and fight with all his might to save the life of the Lihuo young master. However, he did not expect that someone would intervene and call him out.

"Hurrah!"

"Luo Shanhe!"

"So you are Luo Shanhe, the remnant of the Qingyou tribe, bastard. In this desert of the Western Region, it is the law of the jungle. The Yuanying of your tribe died of old age, so you should be annexed by us..."

"Your mother is weak, so she deserves to be a plaything!"

"This is the rule of this desert! For the sake of the tribe, now you too must die!"

The young leader had murderous intent in his eyes, but he was too young. His cultivation level of just perfect foundation building was not enough to suppress the two centipede monsters with fake pill strength.

He spoke very arrogantly, but he was no match for this old man with Xudan and the two fake Dan monsters. His blood boiling and shouting about some bond that could make him explode and reverse the situation of the battle could only exist in storybooks.

Soon, the entire caravan was in pieces, with few survivors left. He was the only one left struggling to hold on.

So, the young leader looked at Su Chen, who had just stood by and watched after pointing out Luo Shanhe's mistake, with some annoyance, and couldn't help but speak in a hurry.

"This fellow Taoist, no, senior."

"My name is Mo Sang, the young master of the Lihuo tribe. Please help me capture and kill this man. When we return to the tribe, I will ask my ancestor to open the treasure house. Please choose a good magic weapon and sacrifice your life for it..."

The young master Lihuo became furious when he saw the messy goods and fallen corpses on the ground.

In this regard.

Su Chen was still watching from the sidelines.

To him, a fight at the fake pill level was no different from children playing house. He pondered and was not prepared to intervene.

"You said before that in this sea of ​​sand in the Western Regions, the strong prey on the weak, and it is natural for the weak tribes to be devoured. In that case, isn't it natural for you to be killed by him?"

Su Chen is narrating.

even.

In this battlefield, he was in a good mood. He would take out a bottle of fine wine and hang it around his waist, taking a sip from time to time, as if the life-and-death fight, grudges and love and hatred before him were nothing but a lively scene in his eyes.

In fact, it is true.

lively.

It's just a lively event.

His life was brilliant, but in just fifty or sixty years, he had experienced so much that his heart became numb.

"Um?!"

Mosan's face changed drastically.

After all this time, it turned out that this lone ranger was not on his side.

"Hahaha!"

"That's what fellow Taoist said."

"That's right."

"The strong prey on the weak. We can't just allow him to eat others and not allow them to fight back."

Luo Shanhe, who was originally very nervous and was ready to blow up his two centipedes without hesitation and die together with Mo Sang when Su Chen intervened in the battle, was stunned and then laughed.

But as he laughed, tears began to flow.

This smile represents thirty years of forbearance, thirty years of hatred and pain.

It turns out that God still has eyes. Luck is on his side. God is willing to let him pay the blood debt to the Lihuo tribe with his own life.

"asshole!"

"You are just a fake Dan!"

"You dare!"

"How dare you!"

Mosan was extremely angry.

pity.

Anger is useless.

Finally, the magic weapon in his hand exploded, and blood flowed from all his seven orifices. He finally managed to drive away the two centipedes. He took out a wooden boat from his arms, which quickly grew larger, carrying him, and flew away into the distance like a stream of light.

"Thieves, please leave!"

"what!"

Luo Shanhe roared and used his Taoist magic to try to catch up, but with his shallow realm, how could he catch up with the magic weapon of the Jindan realm?

Powerless, he chased for three hundred feet, and could only watch in despair as the wooden boat flew thirty miles away, getting farther and farther away.

"No!"

"Why!"

Luo Shanhe was crying, tears streaming down his face. He really didn't expect that in the end, all he needed was a flying magic weapon!
"Hahaha!"

"The Lihuo tribe is a large tribe with a profound foundation. As the young master, even if I am at the foundation-building stage, I definitely cannot lack a magical weapon for forming a dan!"

"You, a young master who is as lonely as a dog, and a poor fake alchemy cultivator who doesn't even have a decent magic weapon, are you worthy of threatening to kill me?!"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous,"

"When I return to the tribe, I will definitely recruit soldiers and generals to crush you to ashes, especially you, a lone cultivator. Why are you so arrogant..."

On the wooden boat, Mo Sang was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face was covered in blood, and he looked as ferocious as a demon. Now that he had survived a disaster, he smiled grimly, not hiding the malice in his eyes as he looked at the two figures standing in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

In response to this, Su Chen raised his eyes.

He really didn't expect that the young master of the Lihuo tribe would actually hold a grudge against him. It was no wonder, as the young master of the tribe was so noble. In his eyes, he was probably no different from an ant like Luo Shanhe.

"A poor casual cultivator who doesn't even have a decent magic weapon?"

Su Chen pondered.

at this time.

The wooden boat flew across the sky and earth and had already sailed three hundred miles away. From afar, it was just a small black dot. Two centipedes and the old figure of Luo Shanhe were desperately chasing it from behind, but they could not catch up.

The distance of three hundred miles and the gap of a magic weapon represent Luo Shanhe's thirty years of forbearance and thirty years of hatred and murderous thoughts that tossed him around in his dreams.

"I have a magic weapon!"

"But you are not worthy enough to see it..."

Su Chen was whispering.

This whisper penetrated the three hundred miles of heaven and earth and rang clearly in Mosan's ears.

"who!?"

"Who's talking?"

moment.

Mosan's expression changed.

He was horrified and looked at Su Chen who was as tiny as a black dot behind him. All of a sudden, he realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

That is, is this young man in black clothes who dares to walk alone in this terrifying sea of ​​sand really a fake?

"He...seems to be in a deep red-level danger zone?"

Mo Sang's face changed drastically as he recalled things quickly.

There are safe trade routes in the sea of ​​sand.

But apart from this, there are also dangerous areas. There is no doubt that the crimson level is absolutely a forbidden area that he cannot reach. Even few people in their Lihuo tribe dare to set foot in it.

"fine."

"Don't scare yourself."

"I have already escaped three hundred... miles..."

Mosan was comforting himself.

but.

The sand sea...the wind is blowing!

The wind was against the direction in which he was fleeing.

then.

getting bigger!

boom!
Then, Mosan opened his eyes wide and saw an extremely incredible scene. White crystals were floating all over the sky, floating, no, coming towards him violently.

This isn't some wind blowing!

But the snow is coming!
But... In the thirty or forty years he had lived in this sea of ​​sand in the Western Regions, he had never seen snow fall in the sea of ​​sand, let alone such heavy snow...

At this moment, he woke up.

"No!"

"senior!"

"I am the young master of the Lihuo tribe. You shouldn't help a lonely orphan like him. Let me go, and you... you will gain the friendship of my Lihuo tribe..."

"That's right! You said it yourself, the strong prey on the weak, isn't that natural? You didn't intervene before, and you shouldn't intervene now!"

Mosan kept shouting.

He took out various magic weapons from his arms, trying to resist the terrifying snowstorm that appeared in the Western Sand Sea for the first time in thousands of years. Unfortunately, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was extremely powerless.

moment.

The wind and snow blew the wooden boat back to the starting point with a roar.

it's here.

The wooden boat fell and exploded with a loud bang. As luck would have it, it landed in front of Luo Shanhe and the two centipedes who had come running. Luo Shanhe's cheeks were covered with tears, but he was smiling.

"There are still people of justice and righteousness in this world, aren't there?"

He came to Mosan like a madman. Without a weapon, he scratched with his hands and bit with his teeth. In this last moment of his life, he exhausted all his strength.

In a trance.

He returned to the past, to that night of swords and fire.

The powerful Lihuo tribe migrated and arrived. From then on, the oasis was no longer theirs, and the Qingyou tribe was no longer there. His father was killed, his mother was humiliated, and in order to save his life, his sister gave herself to the enemy.

His younger brother fled with him, and in order to save his life, he stayed behind to block the pursuers and died in battle.

pity.

He was a man of natural spiritual roots, a young master of Qingyou. After thirty years of wandering around, he only achieved a small Xudan. The blade of revenge he wielded at the end of his life almost prevented him from becoming a young master of Lihuo.

"Father, mother, sister, brother."

"The mountains and rivers are powerless!"

"Incompetent!"

Luo Shanhe was covered in blood. He dug open Mo Sang's stomach, took out his internal organs, bit off his ears, and dug out his eyes to chew on.

Mosan suffered the most inhumane death. Before his death, he was eaten alive by him in endless pain. He should have avenged his hatred and relieved the anger that had accumulated in his heart for thirty years.

but.

When he reached the end of his life, he was crying and wailing.

At this time.

A figure came over.

A hand pressed on his shoulder, and the voice spoke slowly and softly.

"You're dying."

"But I can help you and extend your life by a hundred years."

Su Chen is narrating.

To extend the life of a person who is about to die by a hundred years is a shocking and incredible thing no matter which field it is in. It is a great fortune, but for Su Chen, it is just a trivial matter.

Luo Shanhe's misery and thirty years of despair made Su Chen want to do something for him, even though he had long been numb and had blocked his heart.

"No!"

"no need."

"Thank you, senior..."

Luo Shanhe smiled when thanking Su Chen. It was the first time that his smile was not sad. He rejected Su Chen, rejected this opportunity to live longer that would make everyone in the world jealous.

Extending life by a hundred years, in a hundred years, anything can happen.

But he refused.

How he wished, how he wished...that he was the one who died that night.

He is so tired!
I am so tired that I can't bear this pain anymore.

"Sister! Brother!"

"It would be great if you were the ones who survived..."

"I am just a piece of trash. It's not worth it to die protecting a piece of trash like me. It's not worth it..."

"Thirty years."

"I... am here to accompany you..."

got windy.

There was yellow sand and wind and snow blowing in. Luo Shanhe died. His body was withered and his hair was all dry and white. There was a smile on the corners of his mouth, which showed three parts of relief and seven parts of misery.

Su Chen stretched out his hand. He wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent. He didn't dare to use the Soul Fusion and Recalling Technique. What a painful thirty years these must have been.

After a long time, there was only a long sigh.

"Ugh!"

"This world is too painful. Next life, next life... I'd better not come back again."

(End of this chapter)