Chapter 958: The Reunion of Ancient Bloodlines (Two Updates!)

Chapter 958: The Reunion of Ancient Bloodlines (Two Updates!)

Chen Guapi's consciousness slowly awakened from the darkness, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a somewhat unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

Chen Guapi looked at the wooden ceiling in front of him, which seemed to have some dark lines.

But when he tried to study them carefully, he found that he couldn't see them clearly.

Chen Guapi didn't pay attention to these lines anymore, he knew that they were something out of his control for the time being.

Then he got up from the cold floor.

At this time, he realized that he had come to a rather grand tavern:

This is a typical wooden structure building with relevant oriental characteristics, which Chen Guapi thinks fits his aesthetics very well.

At this moment, Chen Guapi noticed that there were still some people lying in the tavern.

Some were known by Chen Guapi, who were his comrades-in-arms in the same period.

As for the others, he was a little strange.

In particular, Chen Guapi noticed that four people had already awakened before him.

Although they were not standing together, Chen Guapi felt that they should know each other.

And they have a very striking feature: they are all hairless.

Especially inside, there is also a female player.

As if aware of Chen Guapi's gaze, the female player turned her head.

Her eyes looked calm, and there was no negative emotion of being peeped.

However, Chen Guapi didn't feel that she had no emotional fluctuations, but she had perfectly concealed them.

Chen Guapi smiled apologetically at her, he felt that it should be quite painful for a woman to lose her hair.

Of course, he didn't discriminate against the other party, but he felt a little strange.

However, Chen Guapi did not greet the other party, because he could feel the awe-inspiring temperament of the other party.

Temperament is difficult to describe in detail. Compared with those simple expressions, Chen Guapi feels that it is some kind of spiritual power of the other party.

At this moment, Chen Guapi heard one of the male players speak:

"Senior brother Yin, has the master explained?"

He was talking to another male player who had woken up before, and Chen Guapi noticed that the other player seemed to be holding a sword in his hand.

In addition, there is a sword on his back.

For some reason, when he saw the sword behind the opponent, Chen Guapi felt some indescribable emotions in his heart.

Those ancient, indescribable emotions surged in his chest.

hostility? anger? hate?

It is difficult to describe this complex emotion with ordinary words, but Chen Guapi has a vague realization:

He felt that the blood in his body knew this sword...

"What do you explain? The master doesn't care about these things..."

After the male player said something to the opponent, he turned to look at Chen Guapi.

His eyes were similar to those of the female player next to him, they were also calm and emotionless.

But from his eyes, Chen Guapi could feel some kind of sharp and indescribable aura.

Killing intent?

No, Chen Guapi's pupils constricted suddenly.

Even though he had never seen anything similar, a concept clearly emerged in his mind at this moment:

Sword intent!

If sword intent really existed in this world, it was probably what appeared in the eyes of the male player.

The male player pointed at himself with the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then said:

"Yin Zhong..."

"And you?"

"Chen Guapi..."

Chen Guapi looked at Yin Zhong and said calmly...

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"Have you started yet?"

Sun Daoren stood on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind made his Taoist robe sway in the wind.

In fact, Sun Daoren hesitated when the relevant personnel asked him about the information of the plane guide.

Although Yi Qiu's rewards for the extraordinary way in the relevant public secret realm belong to the pure way of killing.

But this is not the relevant inheritance of other civilizations, Sun Taoist knows its origin.

For a cultivator like him, such a road is undoubtedly full of enough attraction.

Sun Daoren knew that at that moment his heart was moved.

Cultivating the Tao is not about annihilating the seven emotions and six desires. Perhaps in the final, indescribable stage of integration of the Tao, those human desires will be gradually lost.

But that's what the final stage is showing, not the prerequisites for it.

Anger arises just like a sage.

A Dao heart is not a natural white jade flawless.

It needs to face the test and baptism of various temptations in order to become more tenacious.

But blindly forcing it to be placed in an environment without disturbance will only slowly cover it with the dust of ignorance.

If it is as crystal clear as white jade itself, why worry about dust giving it flaws?

Sun Daoren finally made his choice, and he didn't think that would change anything.

In other words, he felt that it was not his way.

Although he was full of some kind of confusion about the future path, he had already begun to describe it in his heart.

He imagined the scene of himself traveling to the North Sea at dusk, and he imagined the scene of himself wielding his supernatural powers to destroy demons.

But in the vague concept that those pictures put together, he is not a bloodthirsty person.

That is indeed a way, but it does not belong to him...

His way needs to be walked slowly by himself.

"Are you regretting? It's rare..."

Taoist Jingxiu walked over from the rock, she looked at Taoist Sun standing on the cliff and said so.

"Regret? You're still as smart as...but you're wrong."

Sun Daoren turned around, and he looked at the daughter of the master Taoist.

At this time, Jingxiu unexpectedly discovered that there was a mysterious aura in Sun Dao's eyes.

He is like the fairy walking out of the painting, watching the suffering of all living beings.

"You can do one but you can't do two."

"That is a 'skill' for others, but it is a 'law' for me..."

"Go for it, and when you can let me draw the sword - I will give you this sword."

Sun Daoren took out a sword from his long sleeve, which Sun Daoren obtained from the Kunlun Mountain Taoist Temple.

He is not coveting the supreme sharpness of the two swords in one, but a certain nostalgia for the past.

"Remember, this is what you said!"

Taoist Jingxiu looked at Taoist Sun, and then left.

Sun Daoren looked at her leaving figure and shook his head. A wise man is always scheming, but in the end there is something missing.

Sun Daoren did not doubt that she could go to a higher level, and even surpass him.

However, the talent of being too intelligent will inevitably make her lose something.

The road of chasing "Tao" is bound to be complicated and bumpy.

It has never been a road that can lead all living beings to the sky...

"However, Uncle Qi, I'm afraid you will miscalculate this time."

Sun Daoren looked at the sky that seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, but he was still able to observe the tiny stars.

But as for the macro track about that person, I can no longer find it...