I Crushed An Insect To Death, But the System Said I Killed a Dragon? Chapter 76

Chapter 76 The Fall of the Sword Master! Hu Yanjian's hatred!

“Disciple…”

In Jianghai Hotel, Yu Wenxuan was lying on the elegant bed, moaning quietly, like a lonely ghost.

The room was dark, with four butter lamps burning in the corners, and incense drifting away.

These lit Tibetan incense are priceless and contain snow lotus, gold, silver, musk... They are made from a variety of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. They are then combined with ancient scriptures and secrets to calm the nerves and dispel evil spirits.

“Master, you're awake!”

In the corner, Hu Yanjian, who was adding incense, heard the call and quickly put down his work and came to Yu Wenxuan's bedside.

His hanging heart was finally relieved.

Being possessed is extremely terrifying. Once a master becomes possessed, the consequences will be disastrous. It is not impossible to fall into a deep sleep for more than ten years.

But luckily.

Yu Wenxuan recovered faster than expected.

“How long have I been unconscious?”

Yu Wenxuan closed his eyes tightly, sniffing the incense in the air, and asked, "How much incense did you burn?"

“It's almost a day, master.”

Hu Yanjian responded softly: "As soon as my disciple came back, I lit incense for you. All the incense you collected has been burned..."

“It's burned out…”

Hearing this, Yu Wenxuan sighed heavily.

He spent a lot of money to buy these calming incense sticks in his early years. There are eighty-nine sticks in total. Each stick can easily reverse the serious illness of obsession and is of immeasurable value.

He has always regarded it as a treasure. To this day, he has only lit two incense sticks with his own hands...

But now it's to save one's life.

But it was all burned out in one night before I could wake up.

This shows how serious his obsession is this time.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenxuan's aura became even more depressed, his expression was as pale as silk, and he sighed heavily: "I lost this game...I lost..."

The heavy tone was full of deep regret and depression.

“Master?”

Hu Yanjian knelt beside the bed and heard Yu Wenxuan's depression, so he comforted him: "Didn't you say that victory or defeat is just a passing cloud? Why are you so indifferent now?"

“Haha, it's just a fleeting moment…Disciple, you don't understand…”

Yu Wenxuan smiled self-deprecatingly and opened his eyes: "My master's level has plummeted, and I have fallen back to the middle stage of a master. And more importantly...

The character has been damaged and there is no possibility of return in this life! "

The voice fell.

Hu Yanjian was instantly shocked, his eyes widened, "How could this happen!?"

To know.

Cultivation is all about striving for excellence and never stops.

With a temperament like Yu Wenxuan's, he pursues the Tao all his life and devotes everything to becoming a master.

but now.

Yu Wenxuan's realm has stalled...

What is the difference between that and killing him?

“Yes, disciple, it's very cruel... I really regret it now.”

Yu Wenxuan stood up with difficulty, looked at the neon night scene outside the window and said: "Jianghai City shouldn't come... If my master doesn't come to see the Jianghai Sword God... he won't be stimulated by his clone, so what? As for falling into this state!"

“Poof!”

Before he finished speaking, Yu Wenxuan spurted out another mouthful of blood, which instantly dyed the silk sheets red.

“Master!”

Hu Yanjian's expression changed drastically, and he quickly grabbed Yu Wenxuan's arm and injected star power into him to smooth his flow.

However, Bu Tan didn't know this, but Tan Tan was shocked.

At this moment.

Yu Wenxuan's body's aura was abnormally disordered, and his star element was chaotic.

Where is the breath of the living?

He woke up this time.

It's just a reflection of the light!

“Stop working in vain, disciple.”

Yu Wenxuan shook his head and lay down again: "My teacher is destined to leave."

“No...it won't happen, master.”

Hu Yanjian's eyes instantly turned red when he heard this, and he grabbed Yu Wenxuan's hand. The rough man burst into tears. next moment.

　　Boom!

The majestic star power brewed and poured into his master's body like rain falling on dead trees, but it had no effect at all.

“Listen to my teacher, disciple! My teacher knows your situation better than you.”

Yu Wenxuan coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Master, I want you to agree to something when I wake up this time, otherwise I will be in trouble."

“Master…Master, please tell me.”

Hu Yanjian sobbed and knelt on the ground.

Thanks to Yu Wenxuan's kindness, I can be where I am today.

At the moment of return, he is willing to go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of fire!

Hear the words.

Yu Wenxuan nodded slightly, looked at the ceiling and whispered:

“Disciple... If you stop here as a teacher, you are destined to be unable to keep up with the pace of Jianghai Sword God, but you are different...

Your talent far exceeds that of a teacher. As long as you stay dormant, you will definitely surpass Jianghai Sword God in a hundred years. "

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Huyanjian and said sharply:

"I want you to cut off the sword god's head with your own hands when the time comes, and then crush his disciples, eradicate the roots, and cut off all inheritance!"

The voice fell.

Bitterness, jealousy.

Murderous aura overflowed, and the temperature of the entire room dropped suddenly.

“Yes, Master!”

Hu Yanjian nodded and looked at Yu Wenxuan, with hatred in his eyes.

“Very good, disciple, this will make you feel at ease as a teacher.”

"Bring the ashes of Master back to the prairie, Master will protect you in heaven..."

Before he finished speaking, the vitality in Yu Wenxuan's eyes dimmed, and the last breath disappeared, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this point, a generation of sword masters passed away.

“Master!”

Hu Yanjian burst into tears and lay beside Yu Wenxuan's bed to mourn.

The miserable cries echoed in the room.

After a long while.

He then raised his head and looked out the window at the night view of the river and sea.

Hate is burning in the eyes.

“Jianghai Sword God, in the future I, Huyan Sword, will definitely break your bones into pieces and eat your flesh and blood to appease my master's spirit in heaven!!”

“A sneeze!”

In the library, Qin Yang was touching the fish when he suddenly sneezed. He quickly took out a tissue and blew his nose, feeling a little puzzled.

Hello, why are you sneezing?

Is it possible that someone is thinking of me?

Qin Yang wiped his nose and frowned slightly. He just left Xiaobai at home today.

Maybe this little loli is scolding me! ?

“Forget it, never mind, go back and take care of her later.”

Qin Yang shook his head, threw the snot paper in his hand into the trash can, and then continued to study the Xuantian Alchemy Sutra in his mind.

This is a classic book that is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient alchemists in alchemy. There are countless secret recipes for elixirs in it, and there are even top-quality elixirs that directly help break through to the master level!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a living dead, with flesh and white bones.

but!

Having a recipe is one thing, but the materials are another.

Qin Yang checked on his mobile phone before and found that the medicinal materials for refining these elixirs were extremely rare and even expensive but not commercially available.

And I just passed the library probation period and became a regular employee not long ago.

With great difficulty, I successfully advanced from a salary of 3,000 to a salary of 4,500.

Where can I find spare money to buy materials?

“Alas, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice…”

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

At this moment, he turned around and saw Xia He walking towards him, shouting excitedly:

“Something good has happened, Lao Qin! That grassland Lao Den is dead!”

(End of this chapter)

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