Chapter 42

The scene that appeared next made everyone on the field change their faces, looking at the youth in the green robe as if looking at a demon.

With the continuous emergence of forest white Qi, the dense wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What was most terrifying was that when the forest white Qi gathered at the wound of the severed arm, it actually derived an intact arm.

Zhuang Buran stood up slowly, his body's energy vibrated, the blood stains on his body were all shaken clean, and his blood-colored hair instantly returned to crystal clear white hair, fluttering wantonly.

"This... monster!"

One person was suddenly scared and retreated repeatedly, unable to even speak clearly.

Not just him, but more than half of the people retreated involuntarily, obviously scared not lightly.

"This old man does not believe it; it must be some low-level tricks," an old man shouted:

"Fake, it must be fake!"

He held a big knife and slashed at the youth in the green robe's head with lightning speed.

But he saw Zhuang Buran pinch this heavy knife with two fingers without any fireworks.

"When a person is born, the innate Qi is transformed into the four limbs and bones; this is following, following is responding to heaven's reason, but it is difficult to escape death, so it is necessary to reverse-refine back to innate Qi, this is going against heaven's reason."

Zhuang Buran hung a consistent lazy smile on the corners of his mouth:

"The skill Zhuang practices is to use innate Qi to Qi-ize the whole body, called reverse-birth."

"It is divided into three layers; the first layer Qi-izes the skin and flesh, the second layer Qi-izes the tendons, bones, and internal organs, and the third layer Qi-izes the whole body."

While speaking, he broke the long knife, slapped it casually, and beat the old man away, turning him into one of the members of the corpses on the ground.

"The so-called Qi-ization is to truly Qi-ize the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and internal organs, and then use innate Qi to rebuild the skin, flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs, etc."

"What it pays attention to is the power of reverse-birth acting on the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and internal organs, making them return to the essence of innate Qi to a certain extent."

"In this way, as long as the Qi source in the body is endless, the body's tendons, bones, and internal organs are in an indestructible state; when practiced to the deep, severed limbs and internal organs can all be reborn."

The youth in the green robe talked while acting like a fierce butcher, killing pigs and dogs, carrying out the final slaughter of more than a hundred people.

At this time, when someone repaired his body like a demon, the morale and fighting spirit that were rising on the field all dissipated, and they only wanted to escape the place that was like a nightmare.

"Before the war, Zhuang entered the second layer in one fell swoop, Qi-ized a certain amount of bones and blood, and after that, I have to rely on grinding work to slowly Qi-ize to the internal organs."

"But I didn't reverse-birth, yet I possessed an indestructible body; if I slowly Qi-ize, I don't know how many years I have to wait to Qi-ize to the internal organs."

"Therefore, I had to borrow your hands to break my hard body, using a very fast and very dangerous method to let me Qi-ize the tendons, bones, and internal organs faster."

The youth in the green robe did not stop talking, and his hands did not stop; he carried two picked-up steel knives, wandered around, and turned many people who wanted to leap and flee into headless corpses.

"It's a pity that after killing for so long and suffering such serious injuries, the second layer has only just managed to Qi-ize the blood and tendons."

Zhuang Buran's sigh made the remaining people feel even more terrified.

"You are really too useless; continuing to live is also a waste of food."

When he said this, there were only forty or fifty people left on the field, and one of them roared angrily:

"Yama Zhuang, you evil demon, you actually use us to practice!"

"Tsk tsk, being so slow to realize, you are not wronged at all for dying!"

The youth in the green robe's knife momentum was like a thunderbolt, cutting off the head of the roaring person; the remaining momentum did not decrease, and three or four more heads flew into the sky.

Zhuang Buran saw that the number of people was less than ten unconsciously; they saw that they really had no hope of escaping, so they gathered together tacitly.

A middle-aged man with long hands and feet used a look that seemed fearful but crazy, and shouted:

"Demon, your demonic power is world-covering; we can't beat you, but one day, I believe someone will cut off your head, because evil cannot defeat righteousness."

"Thinking that saying this sentence should be able to comfort yourself a lot." Zhuang Buran suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged man:

"Then... go well and don't send."

He slashed out, and a pillar of blood shot into the sky.

"Fight this demon to the death!"

The others resisted with all their might and hit the youth in the green robe.

"Dang dang dang!"

But they saw the weapons hitting Zhuang Buran, not only not hurting him in the slightest, but feeling a layer after layer of counter-shock force that seemed to be a shocking wave.

Immediately, they were all shaken away, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Zhuang Buran did not wait for these few people to hit the ground, swept past them, and a few more heads rolled to the ground.

Since then, except for Hong Qigong and others in the distance, eight or nine out of ten experts of the righteous and evil paths in the martial arts world died on the top of Mount Hua.

The youth in the green robe glanced casually, making the people in the distance terrified and stagnant; looking at the blood-stained steel knife in his hand, they were afraid that he would cut smoothly and kill them all together.

"Helper Hong, I only ask one question: does Yang Kang have a wife and children?"

Zhuang Buran carried a steel knife and came to a big tree silently.

Immediately, an obscure and inexplicable energy permeated.

The longer Hong Qigong was silent, the greater the pressure brought by that inexplicable energy; regardless of whether the internal energy was deep or not, breathing became rapid unconsciously, and a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Zhuang's small question actually makes Helper Hong so embarrassed."

The youth in the green robe sneered:

"Helper Hong, don't you know that sometimes silence is also a kind of answer."

"Old beggar said before that Yang Kang never married or had children," Hong Qigong said decisively.

"Oh, is that so?" Zhuang Buran sighed:

"It turns out that in Helper Hong's heart, his own faith is heavier than hundreds of thousands of sect members."

"Since the old beggar walked in the Jianghu, I know my ability is limited, I cannot do everything, and it is impossible to punish evil to the end, but I ask myself that although I am greedy for drinking and eating, and muddled in small things, I have lived with a clear conscience and have never wrongly killed a good person."

"The two hundred or so people I killed in my life were all investigated clearly by the sect, and the evidence is certain."

Hong Qigong said sonorously:

"One person investigated, two people investigated again, there is absolutely no injustice; only then did the old beggar kill him."

"Helper Hong, do you mean that you would indirectly harm a good person's life because of answering Zhuang's question?"

Zhuang Buran laughed dumbly:

"Don't you think you have indirectly harmed few people?"

"Black Wind Twin Fiends practiced with living people, Ouyang Ke was greedy for flowers and lustful, helping the tyrant; don't you claim that the Beggar Sect has the most well-informed news? I think you already know, why did you watch coldly?"

"You also said that your ability is limited and you cannot do everything; since you say so, it is not the first or second time anyway, why do you feel that you should have a clear conscience this time and become an indirect murderer?"

He pointed at Hong Qigong with the tip of the knife and smiled:

"And say you are not for your own faith?"

"Sigh, people are in the Jianghu, and they cannot help themselves," Hong Qigong sighed and was unwilling to say more, only saying:

"The Jianghu is not all about killing and fighting; more of it is human feelings; the old beggar can only try his best to do his best within his ability."

"Hehe, Zhuang only looks at his own mood when killing people."

After Zhuang Buran finished speaking, he flicked both hands, and a steel knife pierced Hong Qigong's abdomen, and a steel knife entered the heart of the monk beside Yideng.

"Helper!"

Just as many Beggar Sect disciples wanted to make a move, Hong Qigong immediately raised his blood-stained hand, signaling not to be restless.

"Helper Hong, considering that you are still pleasing to the eye, I will not kill you, but you lied to deceive people, that is your fault."

"This knife is a small punishment, hoping that you will manage less of the idle business that you shouldn't manage in the future."

"Ci'en has already become a monk, why did Zhuang benefactor suddenly kill him?" Yideng put his hands together, his face showing helplessness.

"Probably because like poles repel."

Zhuang Buran said casually:

"A great demon who has done all kinds of evil, seeing a thief who has done all kinds of evil and betrayed his country for glory, it is really hard not to have itchy hands."

Everyone: "..."

The youth in the green robe leaped across the sky, reaching eight or nine zhang, and then disappeared from everyone's sight after one leap.

(End of chapter)