Successor Goddess of Death (Series 2)
188. The End of the Plague
He made the same Seal as before him to protect Xue Hongli, the boy was still not awake.
He checked the child's body temperature and his temperature was normal, meaning that the child did not have a fever. Accepting this fact made her a little calm.
Having a disciple who was 10 years younger than her made her seem like she was taking care of her own sister.
He himself sometimes felt that this Xue Hongli was forced to think more mature than his original age, probably due to the pressure from the environment that forced him to think maturely.
Sometimes it looks sneaky and manipulative, but the truth is that the child is plain and gentle. It was all there were masks that were naturally formed by Xue Hongli.
If anyone wanted to know why he could be so familiar with what Xue Hongli was going through, it was not because he asked the boy.
Rather, this was his personal experience. It is the environment that compels them to be manipulative.
He would slowly land to bring Xue Hongli and ask the boy to take off his mask.
Because, using a mask is very tiring, so painful, then there will be nothing to achieve.
He stood up with a slightly puffed breath. After which he once again looked towards Xue Hongli before his fullest walk out of the window.
He jumped up, his eyes turned red. Black smoke shot out from his entire body, for a lifetime, he had never used his Devil bloodline.
Not a person on that street other than the undead, he raised his hand. Black smoke spread and suffocated anyone who was there.
The undead thrashed, the power of the undead is very troublesome if they have to face one by one.
Mostly, they were cultivators. The undead from another road slowly gathered land. He felt that something wanted to control him.
He tried to stay conscious and not let his guard down or his body would not be able to bear the consciousness of the Devil that was in his body.
This body of his, can be said to be very strong. It bears the three consciousnesses, the God consciousness belonging to it which is the inheritance of its father and the Devil consciousness which is the inheritance of its mother. While the latter was the Human Consciousness that he used to use.
He felt his head ache greatly but could do nothing but endure.
There were over 1,000 living corpses, all of them kneeling before him. They bowed and said something slowly.
"Honor to the New Master, please give the order !" Said the undead.
"Okay, I'll give you an order. Come with me !" Say it coldly.
He led the undead army through the inter-dimensional door, the inter-dimensional tunnel seemed crowded.
The undead stood obediently, not long after they had reached their destination.
He opened the inter-dimensional door that showed a place so thick with ice, he led the undead into it.
"Stay here and practice. Don't try to leave or I won't hesitate ! Do you understand ?" Ask her coldly.
"Understand Master !" The undead spoke in unison, entering into a circle of ice storms.
He looked around coldly, this place was no longer the same as the one he remembered. This is the dimension where his father, his friends and his memories.
Even when he had not entered, he chose not to enter. Rather than just looking from the outside, there was no trace of any light in his dark-black eyes.
"This place is just an icy place with no memories whatsoever. This is not the place I want to be anymore. " Murm her before returning to walk into the inter-dimensional door.
He returned to the dimension that he had just known his name was the Iron Sword Dimension. A name that is very easy to remember and very simple.
It is said that the founder of the dimension was a simple hermit who only carried an ordinary iron sword.
Even though it was just an ordinary iron sword, it was extremely powerful. He defeated his enemy with an iron sword.
Now, the state and condition of the iron sword hermit could neither be found nor sought again. But, since the iron sword ascetic came from that dimension, so it was named the Iron Sword Dimension.
He felt like his head was dizzy, nothing could be seen clearly. He bit his tongue firmly to keep him conscious.
After returning to the Iron Sword dimension, he ate some sort of medicinal pill and plucked out the protectors protecting the city.
He entered the inn unbeknownst to many.
He saw Xue Hongli was still sound asleep and feeling calm, then he sat down and cultivated. His head still feels dizzy.
His memories returned at the moment when the consciousness of Xue Fenghuant and Yun Sichou were colliding. The problem was, he did not know which one was on the side of the Devil and which one was on the side of the Gods.
On his basis, even though he did not doubt his father. But, she still felt there were many flaws in her father's story about his mother.
No one officially confirms and proves that what scared her all this time was her mother.
Her father's words also cornered her mother too much, it all felt unreasonable. Her father was a High-Level God and at that time, her mother was a Low-Level Devil.
How could her mother possibly hold back her father ? This all feels awkward. He'll find out for himself.
On his basis, it doesn't matter what he believes in the person. He still could not help but suspect.
Because, he could only trust himself. This word has been planted in his head since childhood.
"You can only believe in yourself. " Murm her while closing her eyes.
He continued to cultivate, his body becoming colder but the black smoke surrounding him was already completely gone.
Sweat was pouring down on Xue Wang Ji's forehead, Xue Hongli who had just woken up was shocked to see his Shifu in a slightly miserable state.
His face seemed to be holding back pain and sweat was pouring profusely from his face. Xue Hongli tried to get out but could not.
There was still a protector made by Bing Yue, Hongli tried to shout. But Xue Wang Ji was unable to hear him in the slightest.
Because he was drowning in a miserable dream.
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