Chapter 76 The Sword Master Falls! Hu Yanjian's Hatred!

"Disciple..."

In Jianghai Hotel, Yuwen Xuan was lying on a luxurious bed, moaning faintly, like a wandering ghost.

The room was dim, with four butter lamps lit in the corner, and the incense was burning.

These burning Tibetan incense were priceless, containing snow lotus, gold, silver, musk... a variety of natural treasures, and then combined with ancient scriptures and secret methods, which can achieve the effect of calming the nerves and dispelling evil in the heart.

"Master, you are awake!"

In the corner, Huyan Jian, who was adding incense, heard the call, and hurriedly put down the work in his hands and came to Yuwen Xuan's bed.

He finally let go of his hanging heart.

Being possessed by the devil is extremely terrible. Once a master is possessed by the devil, the consequences are unimaginable, and it is not impossible to fall into a deep sleep for more than ten years.

But fortunately.

Yuwen Xuan recovered faster than expected.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Yuwen Xuan closed his eyes, sniffed the incense in the air, and asked, "How many calming incense sticks did you light?"

"Almost a day, Master."

Hu Yanjian responded softly: "After I came back, I immediately lit incense for you. The calming incense sticks you collected have all been burned..."

"Burned out..."

Yuwen Xuan sighed heavily when he heard this.

These calming incense sticks were obtained by him at a high price in his early years. There are a total of 89 sticks. Each stick can easily reverse the serious illness of being possessed by the devil, and the value is inestimable.

He has always regarded them as treasures. To this day, he has only lit two sticks of incense sticks by himself...

But now, in order to save his life.

But all of them were burned out overnight, and he barely woke up.

This shows how serious his possession of the devil is this time.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Xuan's breath became even weaker, his face was as pale as silk, and he sighed heavily: "I lost this game... I lost..."

The heavy tone was full of deep regret.

"Master?"

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

"Haha, a passing cloud... Disciple, you don't understand..."

Yuwen Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly and opened his eyes: "My realm has fallen sharply now, and I have fallen back to the middle stage of the Grandmaster, and more importantly...

My mind is damaged, and there is no possibility of returning in this life!"

The voice fell.

Hu Yanjian was shocked for a moment, his eyes widened, "How could this be!?"

You know.

Cultivation is to seek the truth with one heart, and it is endless.

People like Yuwen Xuan are even more devoted to seeking the truth for their whole life, and they will do everything to surpass the Grandmaster.

But now.

Yuwen Xuan's realm has not improved...

What's the difference between that and killing him?

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

Yuwen Xuan struggled to get up, looking at the neon night view outside the window and said: "I shouldn't have come to Jianghai City... If I didn't come to see Jianghai Sword God... I wouldn't be stimulated by his clone, and how could I fall to this point!"

"Puff!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Xuan spurted out another mouthful of old blood, instantly dyeing the silk sheets red.

"Master!"

Hu Yanjian's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly grabbed Yuwen Xuan's arm and injected star power to help him breathe.

However, you don't know this until you explore it, but you are shocked when you explore it.

At this moment.

Yuwen Xuan's breath is abnormally disordered, and the star energy is chaotic.

Where is the breath of a living person?

His awakening.

It's just a flash of life!

"Don't waste your time, disciple."

Yuwen Xuan shook his head and lay down again: "Master is destined to leave."

"No... No, Master."

Hu Yanjian's eyes instantly turned red when he heard this. He grabbed Yuwen Xuan's hand. The big and strong man burst into tears.

The next moment.

Boom!

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

"Listen to the master, disciple! The master knows his situation better than you do."

Yuwen Xuan coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "The master woke up this time to ask you to promise one thing, otherwise the master is destined to be restless in the underworld."

"Master... Master, you tell me."

Hu Yanjian knelt on the ground with sobs.

Thanks to Yuwen Xuan's kindness, he can have what he has today.

Now is the time to repay, he will not hesitate to go through fire and water!

Hearing this.

Yuwen Xuan nodded slightly, looked at the ceiling and whispered:

"Disciple... I am destined to not catch up with Jianghai Sword God if I stop here, but you are different...

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

As he said this, he turned his head to look at Huyan Jian, and said sternly, word by word:

"I want you to cut off the head of the sword god with your own hands, and then crush his disciples, cut off the roots, and cut off all inheritance!"

The voice fell.

Resentment, jealousy.

The murderous aura was overflowing, and the temperature of the whole room dropped suddenly.

"Yes, Master!"

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

"Very good, disciple, so that the master is relieved."

"Take the master's ashes back to the prairie, the master will protect you in the sky..."

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

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

"Master!"

Hu Yanjian burst into tears and fell on Yu Wenxuan's sickbed to mourn.

The miserable cry echoed in the room.

After a long while.

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

The overwhelming hatred burned in his eyes.

"Jianghai Sword God, in the future I, Huyan Jian, will break your bones and eat your flesh and blood to comfort my master's spirit in heaven!!!"

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"A-choo!"

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

Why did he sneeze for no reason?

Could it be that someone was thinking about me?

Qin Yang blew his nose, frowning slightly. He had just left Xiaobai at home today.

Could it be that this little Lolita was scolding me! ?

"Forget it, never mind, I'll deal with her when I get back."

Qin Yang shook his head, threw the snotty tissue in his hand into the trash can, and then continued to comprehend the Xuantian Dan Jing in his mind.

This is a crystallization of the wisdom of ancient alchemists in alchemy. There are countless secret recipes for elixirs in it, and there are even top-grade elixirs that directly help break through the Grandmaster realm!

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a living dead man with only bones and flesh.

But!

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

Qin Yang checked on his mobile phone before, and the medicinal materials for refining these pills are extremely rare, and even out of stock.

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

It was not easy to successfully advance from a salary of 3,000 to 4,500.

Where can I get the spare money to buy materials?

"Alas, a good cook cannot cook without rice..."

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

At this moment, he turned his head and saw Xia He coming towards him, shouting excitedly:

"Good things are coming, Lao Qin! That grassland old Deng is dead!"