"So, I have no choice but to use my blood relatives as blood food to achieve the Blood Sea Dharma." Zhao Qianyuan's eyes turned red and fierce: "Child, come and help me achieve success!" …… Chapter 12: Killing Wang Liao Tick. Thick black blood dripped down. A blazing fire under the medicine cauldron nearby shone brightly, and the blood reflected a faint light in the air. After the Mad Emperor finished telling his plan, he took out a sharp knife and returned to the heavy medicine cauldron. He poured various powders of fine medicinal materials into the boiling oil and water in the cauldron. For a moment, the rich aroma of medicine filled the dull and dim room. The pungent smell of the medicine made people choke, and Xi Heng coughed several times in succession. A few light coughs stretched the muscles in her throat, making her more conscious.
She moved her wrist a little more. Although it was still difficult to lift it, at least she had a little more strength. Xi Heng looked at his bleeding wrist, still thinking about how to survive. You may have been poisoned or had your acupuncture points pressed, and your meridians are blocked and you can hardly move. As long as the meridians are unblocked and some blood and qi are restored, the body's movements should be restored... But the cut wrists continued to bleed, making the body increasingly weak. Whatever you want to do, you must do it as soon as possible... In the distance on the left, the crazy emperor was still throwing various medicinal herbs into the oil pan, one pot after another, with almost no end. Xi Heng bit the tip of his tongue at this moment to stimulate some strength. Thinking about the elixir of life left over from his previous life, a slightly glowing inventory appeared in the dim space before his eyes. This pill has the effect of increasing qi and unblocking meridians, and perhaps it will be of some benefit to the current situation. She stretched her hand upwards with all her strength and barely managed to grab the medicine box. She opened it, took out the shiny black pill inside, and moved it upwards little by little. "Poor~" A voice was heard, and Xi Heng immediately hid the pills. Zhao Qianyuan finally finished pouring the herbs and returned to Xi Heng's bedside: "You have been wandering around for ten years without any trouble, but you return to your hometown when I need flesh and blood. This is fate, maybe you were born to help me achieve enlightenment..." "Heaven is so cruel." He first showed compassion, then laughed crazily with red eyes. Then, he slowly approached Xiheng. Just as Xi Heng was about to use all his strength to deliver the medicine into his mouth in panic and try every means to resist. The other party bent down, picked up the basin of blood that flowed from Xi Heng's wrist, then turned back to the medicine cauldron and poured the thick blood in the small basin into it. But after a moment, the sizzling sound in the medicine cauldron turned into gurgling sound. Zhao Qianyuan took a long wooden spoon and stirred the ingredients in the cauldron slowly.
Xi Heng did not sit idle. Looking at the other party's strange back illuminated by the firelight, he slowly put the turbidity-eliminating pill into his mouth, chewed it bit by bit, and swallowed it dry. The pill took effect quickly after entering the stomach. A warm breath began to flow in the dantian and gradually spread, flowing along the meridians to the increasingly cold limbs and bones. The blood vessels in the chest trembled with the heartbeat, and even the fingertips in the palms of the hands could feel a faint beating. His whole body trembled and drops of cold sweat broke out. The originally blocked meridians were cleared by the hot breath, and the weak muscles and joints gradually regained sensation, feeling numb and itchy. A stream of black blood spurted out from the wound on Xi Heng's wrist. Then, the blood that was originally flowing seemed to solidify, and the sound of blood dripping became slower and slower. Xi Heng heaved a long sigh of relief. She felt her body regain warmth, and the originally pale skin on her arms also became a little more rosy. Following a slight tingling sensation, Xi Heng clenched his fists, and his body movements gradually became smoother, as if he had suddenly recovered from a serious illness in an instant. "Huh..." The girl exhaled hot breath in a very thin voice, turned her stiff neck, and looked to the side at the Emperor of Great Zhao who was still stirring the medicine pot. "It's almost there, it's almost there, this is all spiritual energy, I'm almost there..." Zhao Qianyuan sniffed the rich medicinal fragrance that filled the room and took a deep breath each time, as if he wanted the medicinal smell to seep into his internal organs and dantian. Xi Heng behind covered her nose and lips. The bitter smell of medicine and blood in the room made her quite disgusted. She frowned slightly, and slowly sat up from the bed to cover the sound of her own movements, looking at the sharp knife that was placed steadily on the red table beside her. There were still a few traces of her blood on the blade. Xi Heng slowly reached out his hand, and his slender white fingers grasped the dark, round handle of the knife, slowly holding it. With a knife in hand, the desire to kill naturally arises. Her eyes gradually became cold, and she stood up quietly, staring at the enemy in front of her who was using her blood to make medicine. The Great Zhao Emperor still faced the medicine cauldron and took deep breaths continuously. Even though his lungs were burning from the steam, he refused to move an inch. The girl approached silently, step by step. "It's still lacking some spiritual energy... It should be supplemented with blood essence and meat essence." Zhao Qianyuan held his breath and tasted the bitter and bloody medicine carefully, muttering to himself in a strange tone: "Do I really have to throw my whole body in?" The bloodshot in his eyes became more and more dense. After taking another breath of spiritual energy, he slowly turned around. "Who will be thrown in?" Xi Heng, with long hair and a bloody knife in his hand, suddenly appeared in front of the other party. Before the other party could react, he stabbed fiercely with the sharp knife in his hand - puff! The sharp knife penetrates the flesh very smoothly. This knife is obviously much sharper than ordinary weapons. Zhao Qianyuan was stabbed in the stomach by the blade. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted. His eyes turned red and he roared and bared his fangs and claws at Zhao Xiheng. Xi Heng drew out the blood-stained knife again, and activated the body skills and combat awareness he had trained in the Red Line Sword Academy. He leaned forward and slashed with the blade - The sharp blade whistled in the air, leaving a hideous scar of more than ten centimeters on the opponent's arm, and drawing a large amount of blood.
The opponent's blood was also spilled into the medicine cauldron next to it, and it seemed as if a chemical reaction had occurred, making the gurgling sound more intense. "How dare you hurt me!" The mad emperor roared, grabbed the thick wooden spoon stained with blood from the pot and hit Xi Heng directly. As Xi Heng took a step back, the opponent instantly changed his attack from a chop to a stab and stepped forward fiercely to attack. The girl noticed the opponent's change of moves, but her body was unable to dodge as she wished, and the spoon hit her directly in the heart. She covered her chest and took several steps back, her eyes becoming more serious and fierce. Although the other party was not a warrior either, his practical experience and understanding of martial arts moves were obviously much better than hers. "I clearly gave you Qianmisan! Why are you still able to move?" Zhao Qianyuan asked angrily. This kind of unexpected thing was the most unpleasant to him. Xi Heng stared at the wounds on the other person's abdomen and left arm, both of which were bleeding profusely. Although she herself was hit and felt severe pain in her chest, at most she only broke a bone. In terms of injuries, hers were obviously less serious. "Because I want to kill you!" Xi Heng took a step forward, fearless of his own safety. After getting close, the opponent used a wooden spoon to chop it open. The girl took a side step and blocked the sharp blade and the wooden spoon with the reverse grip. With a swish, the wooden spoon was cut in half by the blade. Xi Heng then turned the sword and stabbed at the neck of the person in front of him. But when she moved, the other party also turned the half of the wooden stick and stabbed her - Xi Heng moved his hand to block, but before he acted, he used his own consciousness to forcefully break through his subconscious defensive movement and continued to thrust the sharp knife forward. Zhao Qianyuan's eyes widened with anger, as if he had never expected Xi Heng to dare to die with him. He immediately moved away and tried to retreat. But the blade has already fallen - In the reflection of the blazing fire, the sharp blade was like a rainbow piercing the sun or a comet striking the moon, leaving a red line of blood in the sky, and then it pierced straight into the emperor's neck. Two "puff" sounds were heard at the same time, and Xi Heng suddenly felt his whole body lose strength. She stopped and looked down blankly, and saw that a cut and sharpened wooden stick had pierced her abdomen and came out from behind... "You...you..." Zhao Qianyuan took a step back and covered his neck, which was bleeding, with his hands. His voice was blocked by the blood foam and became extremely hoarse. He desperately pinched his neck to try to stop the bleeding, but his head turned purpler and purpler. But after a while, he fell backwards to the ground. I don't know if he strangled himself or bled to death... Xi Heng watched the other person fall to the ground and die, then looked up at his blood-stained hand and knife that were still held up. She slowly lowered the blade, and squatted down little by little, enduring the pain. The girl looked down at the wood that had pierced her abdomen and wondered whether she should pull it out.
Forget it, I'm already dead, pulling it out will only make me die faster... Gumbling. From the medicine cauldron next to it, there continued to be a sound like the boiling lava of hell. Xi Heng sighed, his voice becoming weaker and weaker: "...I shouldn't have come." She closed her eyes, ready to wait for death and reload the save file, but suddenly she felt a strange air flow in her body. The Qi flows along with the blood, penetrates into the meridians, and gradually returns to the Dantian. Xi Heng was puzzled and tried to move the energy. He felt as if the energy was being held by himself and he could move it freely. "Is this the power of the Huazhuo Pill? But how can the power be activated..." She muttered to herself as she let the blood and qi flow through the meridians on her fingertips, letting some of it out. When you open your eyes, you can see red threads spreading out at your fingertips and gradually gathering into an extremely thin red line. "Red line..." Xi Heng opened his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly became much clearer: "This is Qi and blood!" "I have mastered the Qi and blood... When?" Xi Heng regained her spirits as if she had regained her consciousness. Recalling the two life-and-death contests between her and the mad emperor, a few words she had heard in the Red Line Sword Academy emerged in her mind - "The sword of sacrifice... the great opportunity of the sword of life and death." "Give up everything, just to swing the sword and kill the enemy... the true red line sword intention." "Does that count as a sword of sacrifice?" Xi Heng whispered, "Obviously, I didn't use a sword." She raised her right hand and waved the bloody dagger in front of her, coughing up blood and laughing in a few hoarse voices. "Finally... I entered the martial arts world before I died." After many twists and turns, the goal of this life was suddenly achieved, and the previous gloom was swept away. A thumping sound was heard nearby. Xi Heng thought it was the footsteps of someone approaching, but when he turned around, he saw a red book falling from the table, raising a cloud of smoke and dust. There was confusion in Xi Heng's eyes, and he forced his increasingly weak body to stand up and walk over there. She didn't know how long she walked, she couldn't tell whether it was half a minute or a minute, but in any case, she touched the red book before she died. She slowly squatted down and used her fingers to turn the pages. The cover of the book felt soft like human skin. In the light of the fire that was getting dimmer due to lack of fuel, Xi Heng could clearly see the ancient text and some strange patterns and lines on the book. She rubbed her eyes with her blood-stained left hand, and her vision became clearer, and she could see the words on the cover of the book clearly. "Blood Sea Method..." she whispered. "Is this the magic skill that the mad emperor practiced..." Xi Heng grabbed the book, turned a few pages and tried to read, but his vision became increasingly blurred due to the weakness all over his body, and he could no longer see the small words on the pages. A strong feeling of sleepiness made Xi Heng lie down on the spot and slowly fall asleep. The last sound I heard before I fell into coma was the thick wooden door being pushed open with a long, sharp creak.
A moment later, the eunuch's terrified scream was heard again, harsh and annoying. “The Emperor, the Emperor! The Emperor has passed away—!!” …… Chapter 13: Reincarnation