Xuanxia

Chapter 38 Great Compassion
Fu Qingzhou, holding the Yinlong Sword in his hand, walked slowly towards the Youzhu Cave step by step.

The fire on both sides of the cave walls jumped gently, making crackling sounds, but the cave was so deep that there was no sound at all, and it was unknown whether Elder Ma had opened the lock.

Of course, this cave is not that deep... Not long after walking, a huge stone door appeared faintly in front of them. The hunched figure of Elder Ma was in front of the stone door. He had his back to Fu Qingzhou, his shoulders heaving, probably fiddling with the lock of the stone door.

Looking from behind, it is hard to imagine that Elder Ma in front of the stone gate is still a "living person".

He had already torn off his upper body clothes, and his originally old and yellow skin was now covered with morbid and unhealthy red spots. Where the spots were, the skin and muscles seemed to be decades younger and exceptionally lively.

But in the places where there were no red spots, the skin and flesh had already rotted and cracked, and one could even see the white bones underneath the skin and flesh. But even so, not a drop of blood flowed out of the skin and flesh.

Fu Qingzhou suppressed his nausea and shouted loudly, "Elder Ma!"

Elder Ma stopped and turned his face slightly.

Under the loose long hair, the face had been completely distorted. The facial muscles were stiff and entangled, pulling the corners of his mouth high up, as if he was grinning a horrible smile.

Fu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, but the Dragon Drinking Sword in his hand, which condensed the power of the entire Phoenix Blood Pool, was still able to give him some courage.

"Don't try."

He said in a deep voice: "If you force the lock, you will die."

"I know……"

Elder Ma turned his head back and continued to fiddle with his stone lock. His voice was as hoarse and old as ever: "The sect master is a genius. He lit up the black star at the age of fifty. The fierce blood curse he engraved is so powerful that even I cannot break it..."

"But... the bones and blood I just devoured... can also feed it..."

Fu Qingzhou's scalp numbed. He gritted his teeth, stopped talking nonsense, picked up his sword and rushed forward!

The dagger shone coldly like water, ripples appeared in the cave, and it was bright!
But the next second, the sword stopped in mid-air.

Elder Ma didn't even look back, but Fu Qingzhou could no longer move forward - the tip of his sword was still several steps away from the target, but his whole body seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands, and he could not move no matter what.

"grown ups……"

Elder Ma said in a hoarse voice: "Your sword is very powerful, but... it can't stab me, don't try again... No matter whether your identity is real or fake, you gave me hope, so I won't kill you... Go away..."

With a humming sound, the Dragon-Drinking Sword flew out of his hand and stabbed into the wall of the cave. Fu Qingzhou was thrown back heavily and rolled for more than ten meters before stopping.

He didn't even know what the other party had done...

"Stop fighting and just go."

The smoker's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, and he advised in his ear: "If someone was restraining him like before, you could still give it a try, but forget about it now."

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and struggled to get up.

He stared coldly at Elder Ma's back for a few seconds, then strode forward and pulled back the Dragon-Drinking Sword. Elder Ma ignored him during the whole process.

Then, Fu Qingzhou turned around and walked out of the cave.

"Oh, that's right!"

The smoker was satisfied: "Get away from this place quickly. I'm counting on you. When has there been no bad people or bad things in this world? Can you control them? But you... Eh? What are you doing?"

Fu Qingzhou ignored its noise. After coming out of the cave, he came to the nearest bamboo and chopped it with his sword.

Then he started working skillfully - first he split the bamboo into strips, then he took off his shirt, took out the silk thread used for sewing from his clothes, and started to tie them up.

In just a few minutes, a simple bamboo bow took shape in his hands.

"You're fucking sick!"

The smoker finally understood and yelled, "You think you can fight with a broken bow and arrow? Ah? Ah? Now even if you give me a jade token, I may not be able to fight, you? You?!"

Fu Qingzhou still ignored him. After looking around, he began to pick up the spider silk scattered on the ground.

He had seen the spider web formation before. This kind of spider silk was extremely tough and elastic, and was perfect for use as a bowstring.

Finally, after the string was strung, a bamboo bow took shape.

He took a deep breath, picked up the bow, and strode into the Youzhu Cave again.

Up ahead, Elder Ma was still struggling with the stone lock, but now there were fewer red spots on his body and more withered and cracked parts.

What's worse is that a strange and evil red pattern has appeared on the stone gate, which looks like some kind of totem.

Moreover, these lines are still extending...

Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly: "I don't know how Meng Zhugang delivered food and vegetables to this damn place before, and how he contacted Long Dabei? Forget it..."

He shouted, "Ma!"

Elder Ma turned his head again: "Why are you..."

The next moment, a cold light flashed!
Fu Qingzhou placed the Yinlong Sword on the bamboo bow, and shot the sword out just like he had shot arrows thousands of times in the past!

The sword was heavy and the bamboo bow was simple, so when it was shot out, the bamboo bow broke on the spot and the bowstring also broke directly. But the sword was still shot out.

Elder Ma's face finally changed. The sword was coming much faster than a martial artist at the third level approaching with a sword. He did not dare to delay and swung his right hand without a palm, instantly creating a gust of wind in the cave.

The strong wind was so powerful that all the torches on both sides of the cave were extinguished instantly. Fu Qingzhou was also hit by a huge hammer and flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But how could the Dragon Drinking Sword, which drank from the Phoenix Blood Pool, be blocked so easily?

The sword's sound was like a whistle, and it stood firm on its way in the strong wind without changing its direction!
Elder Ma didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and finally turned around completely, revealing the terrifying big mouth on his chest.

The big mouth opened, and the mouth was as dark and boundless as an abyss. The strong wind in the cave instantly turned into suction!

Fu Qingzhou lay on the ground, digging his fingers into the ground to prevent himself from being sucked in, and raised his head with great effort: "I must stab him to death..."

Zheng!
With the sound of sword ringing, the Dragon-Drinking Sword pierced into the big mouth on Elder Ma's chest.

The suction disappeared, and the fangs on both sides of the big mouth moved slowly, as if savoring the taste.

Elder Ma's twisted facial muscles twitched.

Then, cracks began to spread across his body, and the fangs on both sides of his big mouth on his chest began to tremble instead of wriggling, and then those fangs began to fall one after another.

"It's done!" The smoker was overjoyed: "There's something, there's something!"

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Didn't you just say that I have no hope?"

“Hehehehe…” The smoker laughed dryly: “Even gods can make mistakes sometimes…”

Elder Ma twisted his body slightly, his expression became more and more painful, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes: "Why, why..."

Fu Qingzhou slowly got up and panted, "No reason, you are just wrong. If you are wrong, there will be countless people to stop you."

"wrong……"

Elder Ma's eyes were filled with complex expressions, but then all the emotions in them turned into unwillingness: "What have I done wrong?"

"What I am fighting for is nothing more than the future of the Wandu Mountain... and the countless Miao people in the Shiwan Mountains!"

He took three steps back and leaned heavily against the stone door. Then he suddenly raised his left hand and slammed it hard on the stone lock!

Fu Qingzhou immediately understood what he was going to do: "No!"

He started running towards the stone gate, but the distance... was too great to make it in time.

"Hehehe..."

Elder Ma's smile was uglier than crying: "Long Dabei...promise me..."

The next moment, all his flesh and blood collapsed.

It was as if an invisible black hole appeared in his body, swallowing up everything about him. The first thing to disappear was his lower body, then his waist and abdomen...

At the same time, the red lines on the stone gate also spread at an extremely fast speed, finally covering the entire stone gate in two or three breaths, and finally turning into a pair of huge blood-red eye totems.

Click.

The stone lock fell and hit the side of Elder Ma, who was left with only his body above the chest.

Fu Qingzhou stopped in his tracks, extremely frightened.

"What are you running for? Stand there!" The smoker screamed, "Bah! What are you standing there for? Run!"

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t want to run.

It was just that there seemed to be an extremely mysterious force attracting him from the slowly opening stone door. He couldn't move his eyes or legs. There was a strange and inexplicable impulse telling him that he must wait here and watch, watch...

"Ugh……"

A heavy sigh came from inside the stone gate.

Hearing this sigh, Elder Ma's eyes lit up: "Promise me...promise..."

"Bitterness..."

The voice sighed again: "It is suffering for fame, it is suffering for profit, it is suffering for birth, it is suffering for death, great suffering... great sorrow."

The stone door opened completely, and the outline of an extremely burly figure slowly emerged.

"I promise you, the Miao people will not suffer anymore..."

After hearing these words, Elder Ma was finally satisfied, and the divine light in his eyes completely disappeared.

But he didn't hear the second half of the man's words.

"...I will send them to paradise...there will no longer be any sorrow or suffering there."

(End of this chapter)