Junior Disciple C

Chapter 169

Feng Ye stared straight at the direction where Batu and the others were. He left the body with severed limbs on the ground, held the long sword, and walked in that direction step by step.

Not to join these companions, but to vent, or to satisfy his desire to kill at the moment.

Anger was like magma that melted everything, rushing through his blood and destroying all sanity.

Only black and white remained in his field of vision, and human faces became blurred, forming an indistinct shadow.

Feng Ye couldn't tell who these shadows were, but he didn't care.He just needs to know that these shadows are still alive, and he heard the sound of a heart beating.

This is the sound of life, it is a lively and wonderful sound, so beautiful that people can't help but want to dig it out and hold it in their hands.

In the process of walking, he casually swung his sword towards the ground, showing a sense of impatience.

The sword edge did not touch the ground, but a clearly visible sword mark appeared on the ground made of stones.His power at this moment has grown to a terrifying level, and the headless ghost, the strongest of the Eight Great Ghost Generals of Xiqiang, has been defeated by him.

Batu and the others stared blankly at Feng Ye who was walking towards them. Feng Ye was their leader and he had saved them many times. Logically speaking, they should welcome Feng Ye who returned from victory.

But at this moment, no one has any idea of ​​welcome, they only feel fear because of Feng Ye's eyes.

The headless ghost's head was cut off and rolled to the ground. His eyes were also tightly closed, and he could no longer see the sun.But Feng Ye's eyes are the same as those of the headless ghost before. If he wears a ghost mask, others may not even be able to tell whether he is a human or a ghost.

Batu and the others didn't know what happened to Feng Ye, but they also knew that Feng Ye was very dangerous at the moment, and the crowd unconsciously moved to the rear, wanting to stay away from Feng Ye.

But the exit of the Colosseum had already been closed, and they quickly retreated to the edge.

And Feng Ye was still advancing step by step, his steps were not so hurried, but to everyone's ears, it seemed that the timing before the beheading was even worse.

This is the countdown to death.

Batu swallowed, and out of fear, he spoke again, trying to wake Feng Ye up.

"Feng Ye!" He called Feng Ye's name.

Feng Ye suddenly didn't hear of it.

He really didn't hear it, what he saw was a group of dark figures, these figures seemed to be opening their mouths, but they only let out ugly screams.

Feng Ye couldn't tell the meaning of these calls at all, just like he couldn't tell who they were.

But apart from these indistinguishable calls, he could also hear some other sounds.It was a gentle and deep voice, whispering in his ears, encouraging him to move forward, to swing his sword, to kill all the creatures in this place.

Feng Ye followed the voice, because this is what he wanted to do.Only when the sword cuts off the flesh and bones, can the heart filled with resentment feel a little pleasure.

Only blood can quench his anger and appease his resentment.

The darkness is like silk, bit by bit, it dyes this luminous soul black.In the center of the soul, the position of the chest, the gift of the heaven and the earth, the soul fire that protects the soul from evil spirits is also getting dimmer.

It is constantly swaying under the invasion of darkness, like a candle in the wind, and like a lonely boat in the sea, the capsize may be at the next moment.

Hao Chen's heart clenched tightly. He could intuitively see the changes in Feng Ye's soul. Once the soul fire was extinguished, Feng Ye would be completely swallowed by resentment. Like those shadows, he would become a man of the Eternal Vision. Puppet, no more ego.

And according to the speed at which the darkness is currently attacking, the time for this extinction will not be too long.

The Colosseum was only tens of meters in diameter. Feng Ye walked from the other end to Batu and the others. Even though he didn't walk fast, it didn't take long.

The crowd huddled together and looked at Feng Ye in fear. They watched this familiar companion raise their weapons at them.

The pitch-black sword edge was raised high, aiming at Batu who was standing at the front of the crowd.There was no hesitation or pity in Feng Ye's eyes, he swung his sword and was about to cut it off.

Batu closed his eyes in despair, but before he died, he also made one last struggle.He shouted Feng Ye's name vigorously: "Feng Ye!"

He shouted louder than the previous two times, like thunder.Miraculously, Feng Ye really stopped.

But it wasn't because of the shout.Feng Ye's sword-holding hand froze in the air, and he stared blankly at the flying shadow in front of him.

This is a moth, ugly, and even a little ugly moth.

But the moment it appeared, it immediately attracted Feng Ye's full attention.Because in Feng Ye's world where only black and white is left, this moth glows faintly, although it is faint, it is still eye-catching.

It flew past Feng Ye's eyes like a shooting star piercing through the night, and the black and white tones melted along with its flight trajectory, replaced by the original colors of the world.

The figure was no longer blurred, and the face became clear again. Together with that shout, it rang in Feng Ye's heart.

Feng Ye's heart trembled, and his mind, which was controlled by resentment, suddenly regained some clarity.He didn't know what was wrong with him. At the moment when he was defeated by the headless ghost, the resentment towards the Xiqiang people was awakened from the bottom of his heart, but besides his own resentment, there was also a stronger force from outside. The resentment, anti-customer-oriented occupied his reason.

As a result, after he killed the headless ghost, he even raised his weapon against his companion.

This external resentment still haunts him, whispering in his ear non-stop, telling terrible thoughts, which are also thoughts that Feng Ye had before.

Feng Ye was terrified. He looked at the sword in his hand that was still hanging in the air. The body of the sword was a strange black, black without any reflection.

Feng Ye immediately wanted to throw away this evil sword, but he couldn't let go.The five fingers that were supposed to follow his heart no longer listened to orders, as if they were stuck to the sword, unable to let go.

Feng Ye realized something was wrong, he had to get rid of this sword, get rid of these resentments that came from nowhere!

He struggled vigorously, and the faint fire in his soul was ignited again, and under the great fire, the darkness that had penetrated into his soul could only retreat unwillingly.

The moment the darkness was completely stripped from his soul, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

The black on the sword body was gone, and it became the iron sword full of mottled rust.

As for Feng Ye, he lost his strength and fell to the ground. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He gasped heavily, trying to calm his throbbing heart.

As the darkness gathered around Feng Ye dispersed again, the illusion in Hao Chen's eyes returned to its original state, Feng Ye's soul was not swallowed, and Hao Chen's tightly held heart was finally able to let go.

He put his gaze on the moth flying past Feng Ye's eyes, just like the pervasive gap between the Eternal Vision and the outside world, the power projected by the Dao of Heaven in the Eternal Vision is not only a little.

The monster crushed part of it, but the rest remained.At such a critical moment, he appeared again, awakening Feng Ye's sanity.

But after awakening Feng Ye's sanity, he didn't stay in front of Feng Ye, he waved his wings upwards, he flew up to the high platform, and flew into the hands of the person who was at the top.

Just like he stopped at Feng Ye's fingertips before, he also stopped at the ghost-faced priest's fingertips.The same scene had a different ending. Feng Ye held the moth and looked at it for a long time, while the ghost-faced priest pinched the moth in his palm with his backhand.

He crushed it with the palm of his hand, then loosened his fingers again, and the flattened corpse of the moth fell to the ground.

Hao Chen looked at the ghostly face, and his heart that had been let go was suspended again, because he suddenly thought of something. Three days ago, the day Feng Ye and him met through the firelight, in another place, One more thing happened.

After Feng Ye panted for a while, his breathing was slow and steady, and the coldness on his face completely subsided, leaving only a paleness that seemed to be exhausted.

Batu realized that Feng Ye had returned to normal, and quickly helped Feng Ye up from the ground.Feng Ye clutched his chest and coughed twice.

When that foreign resentment left him, there were no more those terrible whispers in his ears, and likewise, that incomparable, life-and-death power in his hands also left him.

His body became weak again, and his previous injury was also aching.

But Feng Ye still pushed Batu's support away and stood up alone. Now he can't fall down, his plan has just begun.

He didn't pick up the rusty sword on the ground again, he was afraid of being controlled by that resentment again.He took the long wooden barn in Batu's hand, picked up the tip of the gun, and took down the flags of Xiqiang standing around the Colosseum.

The flag is the majesty of a country and something that cannot be desecrated.And such an act of picking down the flag of another country often represents a declaration of war.

Seeing this scene, the Xiqiang nobles on the viewing platform did not make a sound.They had already lost their position. When Feng Ye defeated the headless ghost in such a cruel way, they were already too shocked to speak.

If the priest hadn't signaled them to sit quietly where they were, they would have stood up in panic and told the soldiers to take Feng Ye down.

Although it's not certain whether he can take it or not, after all, what Feng Ye defeated was the strongest evil spirit in Xiqiang.

It was an evil spirit that frightened foreigners, and they didn't even dare to think about winning. Today, this person in front of him actually cut his body to pieces.

It can be said that as much as foreigners are afraid of these evil spirits, these Xiqiang nobles are now as afraid of Feng Ye.

This fear spread to the faces of all the Xiqiang people present, no matter they were nobles or soldiers.

Except for one person.

The priest wearing a ghost mask, the ghost mask covered his face and his expression, but he could peek a little bit of his emotions from the eyes exposed under the mask.

There was no fear in his eyes, he was still sitting in his seat, condescendingly looking down at Feng Ye who took down the Xiqiang flag.

Feng Ye frowned, this was not a normal reaction.

It was fine that there was no fear in the ghost priest's eyes, but he was not even surprised. He was not surprised by the sudden rebellion of these lowly slaves, as if he had expected it.

Why would he know?He is not a fortune teller, he will know that there is only one reason.

traitor.

Feng Ye's pupils froze, and he suddenly thought of something, Wu Yi's abnormal behavior.

He turned his head and searched for Wu Yi's shadow in the crowd.Wu Yi hid at the back of the crowd, secretly poking his head from behind others to look at the situation ahead.

Caught off guard, he met Feng Ye's eyes looking back, and he flinched reflexively.

This is a manifestation of guilty conscience.

There is no need to doubt anymore, Feng Ye can already be sure that it is him.