She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement - Chapter 980

[Chapter 980 Every ghost cultivator is a spirit crosser]

crosser. His father saw that he had become the object of his mother’s hatred. He couldn’t bear it, so he took him to the God of War clan. In the end, by virtue of his performance, Zhan Wuya became Zhan Jiuxiao’s junior disciple, and was even favored by Zhan Jiuxiao, becoming the son-in-law of the God of War clan.

Zhan Wuya hated his mother, hated his mother for being indiscriminate, hated that his mother favored his elder brother and was harsh on him.

But in the same way, Zhan Wuya is also ashamed of his brother.

He didn’t believe that his elder brother was killed by him, but he understood that the reason why his elder brother was so weak was indeed because he robbed him of nutrition in the mother’s womb.

At this time, a petite hand emerged from the ghostly aura, and that hand was lightly pressed against Ye Qingyang’s chest.

Zhan Wuya felt a burst of cold and treacherous breath, along his skin, into his body.

Immediately, Zhan Wuya felt sweaty all over his body and his scalp was numb.

“Wu Ya.” The little boy’s voice was soft and weak.

Zhan Wuya’s voice couldn’t hide the pain and self-blame, “Brother, are you here to ask for my life?”

He thought the little boy came to ask for his life.

But the little boy said: “Wu Ya, my brother never blamed you, it was my brother who got you down. Wu Ya, you have to move forward bravely, don’t get bogged down in guilt towards your brother. My brother’s life is short, You have to take my share and live a brighter life.”

The elder brother in memory is also like this, always looking at him with a smile.

But he looked obviously a few years younger than himself.

“Brother.” Zhan Wuya squeezed the spear in his hand, and said with a choked voice, “You’re right, I should go forward bravely.” He suddenly grasped the hand on his chest, forcefully Pushing that hand away, he said with a choked voice, “Going forward, we have to remove all obstacles. Brother, I’m sorry!”

After finishing speaking, Zhan Wuya slammed the trigger, and with just one shot, the The evil spirit was beaten out of his wits.

The evil spirit dispersed, and a dark white long sword suddenly came out from behind the evil spirit, it directly aimed at Zhan Wuya’s life gate.

Sensing the ghostly aura of infinite chill contained in that sword, Zhan Wuya realized that this sword was not Ye Qingyang’s weapon, but Ye Qingyang himself!

This sword gathered all of Ye Qingyang’s energy.

At that moment, Zhan Wuya actually felt the threat of death.

Facing Ye Qingyang’s full blow, Zhan Wuya didn’t dare to underestimate him at all. He activated his spiritual power to the strongest state without hesitation, and then his body and the spear in his hand merged into one.

Zhan Wuya’s animal form is a black sniper rifle, but he is now in the realm of an emperor. His animal form gun has long had self-awareness, and he can freely change combat forms.

At this moment, after the spear and Zhan Wuya merged into one, they turned into a mecha tank man.

The mecha-tank man raised his mechanical right arm and delivered a fatal blow to the dark white long sword.

Boom—

the cannonball and the bone sword collided ruthlessly in the pitch-black void, and suddenly, the entire battlefield shook violently.

Yin Rong and the others subconsciously grasped the edge of the stands below them, so as not to fall to the ground.

In the void, Mrs. Bray and the others narrowed their eyes.

The destructive power of the battle between the strong at the emperor level is quite terrifying.

Slowly, the thick fog began to dissipate.

Everyone looked down at the battlefield below, and saw that the playing field was covered with countless cracks, which were intertwined like spider webs.

And Zhan Wuya, known as the number one genius of the God of War Clan, actually half-kneeled on the ground. He was still holding his gun in his hand, but his school uniform was covered with bloodstains, and there was a blood hole on his left knee.

It was a scar pierced by a long sword.

Blood gushed from his knees, staining the ground beneath him.

This is the important reason why he couldn’t stand up.

This appearance of Zhan Wuya is a rare embarrassment.

And what about Ye Qingyang?

The long coat on Ye Qingyang’s body was torn to pieces by Zhan Wuya’s gun, and under the torn sleeves, his arms were blown to pieces. Blood dripped on the ground, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain.

Ye Qingyang held a long sword in his hand, and used the sword as a crutch, propping it up in front of him.

Ye Qingyang was still standing, even though his body was trembling, he was still standing.

One side is kneeling and the other side is standing. In this battle, the answer is very obvious as to who is better.

When Jing Jiaren saw that Ye Qingyang was able to hurt Zhan Wuya like this, a complicated expression appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

Jing Jiaren couldn’t help but recall the useless image of a young man kneeling outside her house seeking protection twenty years ago.

At that time, in Jing Jiaren’s eyes, he was like a bereaved dog.

Ye Qingyang in front of him was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, and his image was still in a mess. But Jing Jiaren looked at him, and could no longer feel the decadence and despair that a bereaved dog should have from him.

Although he was injured, his calm and indifferent temperament showed his strength all the time.

The once teenager has really grown up.

At this time, Jing Jiaren suddenly noticed a person standing up in the stands next door, and that person flew directly onto the stand and ran towards Zhan Wuya.

“Wuya!” Zhan Jiangxue flew to Zhan Wuya’s side, bent down to support Zhan Wuya’s arm, seeing that Zhan Wuya’s knee was bleeding all the time, her eyes were red with anxiety. “Wuya, can you still stand up?”

Zhan Wuya held Zhan Jiangxue’s arm instead, and said, “Give me a hand.”

Zhan Jiangxue quickly supported the other party, and used his strength to help him up.

Zhan Wuya put away his animal posture, clasped his fists with both hands, and tremblingly nodded at Ye Qingyang and said, “I’m the loser of this battle, Ye Qingyang, you have passed the challenge.”

Hearing this, Ye Qingyang nodded. He was holding the bone sword and was about to turn around. He suddenly raised his head and said to Zhan Wuya, “There are many people who are obsessed with reincarnation and refuse to be reincarnated. In the ghost way I practice, what I refine are real undead.”

These words sounded a bit out of the blue, at least Zhan Jiangxue couldn’t understand.

But Zhan Wuya instantly understood what Ye Qingyang meant.

“Wait a minute!” Zhan Wuya called to stop Ye Qingyang.

Ye Qingyang had already turned around, ready to challenge the hundred casual cultivators who had passed the challenge.

Hearing Zhan Wuya calling him, Ye Qingyang didn’t turn to look at him, but stopped.

Zhan Wuya’s pupils trembled slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice: “Then what I saw earlier.”

Although he had already guessed in his heart, Zhan Wuya couldn’t believe it was true, he needed Ye Qingyang’s nod affim.

Ye Qingyang finally turned around.

He stared at Zhan Wuya’s pale handsome face, and said, “He is worried about you, and asked me to convey a word to you.”

Zhan Wuya hurriedly asked, “What?”

Ye Qingyang said, “Wuya, I never I didn’t blame you, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of me, you can live well so that brother can be reincarnated with peace of mind.”

Zhan Wuya was stunned.

Ye Qingyang turned his head away, staggered step by step, and walked towards the hundred casual cultivators.

Everyone in the world looks down on Guixiu.

But what is a ghost cultivator?

Inherit the obsession of the undead, refine the energy of the undead, and solve the long-cherished wish of the undead.

Every ghost cultivator is a spirit crosser.

It’s ridiculous that monks all over the world think that ghost cultivation is a crooked way of evil spirits. As everyone knows, the evil spirits that the ghosts cultivated were the deceased whom they had loved deeply and could not let go of.

“Wuya, why are you talking so much nonsense with that ghost cultivator?” Zhan Jiangxue didn’t know about Zhan Wuya and his brother’s affairs, and hearing Zhan Wuya and Ye Qingyang, a ghost cultivator, chattered, she couldn’t help feeling Displeased.

In Zhan Jiangxue’s eyes, senior brother is an righteous monk, the god in the hearts of the disciples of the God of War clan, and the person she admires the most.

But what about Ye Qingyang?

It was a piece of white jade that had fallen into the mud. Even though the inside of its shell was white, its outside was still dirty.

There shouldn’t be any communication between orthodox monks and ghost cultivators.

When Zhan Wuya talks to Ye Qingyang, he is surrendering his status.

Zhan Wuya shook his head towards Zhan Jiangxue, he said: “Don’t say that, he is not a heinous person.”

Zhan Wuya always reads people and things carefully, and he doesn’t believe in hearsay and rumors. He knows better than anyone how much water is full of rumors.

The Ye Qingyang he knew didn’t blink when he killed people, but he killed his enemies, he killed the enemies of his entire clan.

As for the other innocent people, he usually stopped when he clicked.

Ye Qingyang is not the kind of evil-doing and heinous big devil that the rumors said.

(end of this chapter)