Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Invincible begins with sacrificing the patriarch. Chapter 213 of the main text volume. Abandoned villages and dilapidated ancestral halls.

Boss Xiao, who used to be flamboyant and flamboyant like a bright pearl in the world of mortals, leaned on the incense table, his eyes were still as bright as standing on a stage, he looked at the gate, as if waiting for Zhou Dao's arrival.

Xiao Yuteng knew that with Zhou Dao's strength, he would definitely find this place.

So he didn't hide, nor did he want to hide.

"What did you do?" Zhou Dao frowned.

The strength of Xiao Yuteng's soul is almost the only one he has ever seen in his life. It stands to reason that even if he breaks the [Devil Demon Spiritual Officer], at most he will lose his cultivation, and he will definitely not fall into the current situation of exhaustion.

Judging by his appearance, even if Zhou Dao didn't make a move, this Boss Xiao wouldn't survive tonight.

"I cut off my soul, leaving a little source." A relieved smile appeared on Xiao Yuteng's pale face.

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he cut off his soul, which is tantamount to courting death.

"I don't understand." Zhou Dao shook his head.

A person like Xiao Yuteng looks down on fame and fortune, and only cares about drama, coupled with his cultivation, he is extraordinary and refined.

He is like a ray of incense in this ancestral hall, ethereal and elegant, although covered with dust, there is a glimmer of light, which cannot be ignored and gives rise to many reveries.

Such a person should have a bright future, why would he risk the world's displeasure, abandon life and death, and do such a terrifying act tonight.

If it wasn't for Zhou Dao's attack, those high profile figures in Pingjiang City would all be seduced by Xiao Yuteng.

Such a heinous crime is beyond the tolerance of heaven and earth, and there is no place for him in the Great Qin Territory.

In other words, he was going to die no matter the cost.

"Don't you understand?" Xiao Yuteng smiled sadly. He raised his head, focusing on the darkness like a curtain, looking at the moon and the stars.

"Do you remember that play tonight?"

"Silver Toad Swallows the Moon!?"

"When I was born, my parents were gone. The people in the village raised me. They raised me, but they got more from me..."

Xiao Yuteng's deep and slightly magnetic voice flowed slowly under the moonlit night.

"When I was very young, I showed a talent that was different from other children. I can see things that ordinary people can't see, which is the so-called ghost."

"The people in the village are afraid of my ability, but they have earned a lot of wealth by relying on me. They raised me like a monster. Even so, I am still very grateful..." Xiao Yuteng smiled palely.

"But one day, a rich businessman came to the village. He got a strange disease and needed a medicine primer. A boy like me who can see wandering spirits is the best medicine primer..."

"The wealthy businessman offered a price that the villagers could not refuse, and they donated me like an animal without hesitation..."

Having said that, Xiao Yuteng paused and coughed, the corners of his mouth could not stop bleeding.

Zhou Dao was silent.

People's hearts are like demons, he thought of the silver toad on the stage.

"That night, I collapsed, crying and wailing, like crazy, I don't know what happened, when I woke up..."

Xiao Yuteng shook his head: "They are all dead... They are all dead... This village has been abandoned since then."

"At that time, I was terrified, and ran into the mountains crazily, wandering like a beast, maybe I shouldn't have lived in this world...until I met that man..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yuteng smiled, his smile was so warm, his eyes were bright, like a warm sun in winter.

"He took me back,

Not only is she not afraid of me, but she washes off the dirt on my body and caresses me until I fall asleep. "

"That was the time when I slept the most soundly in my life. From then on, my life started again. He sent me to learn the mystical art of the soul, so that I could learn opera, and even be on the stage, becoming a star among the stars." Such a famous actor..."

There was a bright light in Xiao Yuteng's eyes, which was a kind of attachment and reluctance.

"So there is someone behind you!?" Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

For a master like Xiao Yuteng, there are behind-the-scenes instigators, what kind of person is that?

"does it worth?"

Xiao Yuteng nodded: "There is a saying in this world that a scholar should die for his confidant... Maybe this is my best destination..."

While talking, Xiao Yuteng raised his hand, and a brocade handkerchief flew out and landed in Zhou Dao's hand.

There was a strange portrait painted on the brocade handkerchief, it was the [Devil Demon Spiritual Officer], and there were dense annotations and runes around it.

"Subduing Mo Lingguan!?" Zhou Daoqi asked.

This is an extremely powerful mystic art, not inferior to Yasha Ghost King, even stronger.

"The young man that night was pretty good, he was quite similar to me when I was young, so it's predestined, so leave this to him." Xiao Yuteng said softly.

Zhou Dao was silent, he knew that the boy the other party was talking about was Jiang Yuan.

In terms of talent, Jiang Yuan is indeed somewhat similar to Xiao Yuteng, with unlimited potential, but the same youth and hardship.

"Who is behind you?" Zhou Dao asked in a deep voice.

There is an invisible master hidden in Pingjiang City. This person is able to control Xiao Yuteng and play with all the prominent figures in Pingjiang City. Thinking about it, it is really scary.

"A scholar dies for his confidant, and if he knows me, he will repay him with death..."

Xiao Yuteng sang softly, staying to the end, just like this wisp of fragrance, intermittently and continuously, finally disappearing.

He died, died in this former homeland, and after many years, he finally returned here.

The so-called fate, probably so.

Xiao Yuteng's life is just like what is sung in the opera, at the moment of life and death, youth is like a dream, in a blink of an eye, it ends in silence.

"In life, everyone has obsession..."

Zhou Dao whispered, and suddenly remembered what the leader of Ping'an Town said that day.

Xiao Yuteng's obsession must be the person he met in the mountains more than ten years ago and brought him to sleep peacefully.

"Fucking obsession." Zhou Da spat, flicked his fingers, and his blood was on fire, setting the entire ancestral hall on fire.

He turned around and left, striding forward, disappearing into the vast night.

...

Pingjiang City.

In a small three-story building.

The dim candlelight swayed with the wind, and a thin figure leaned on the railing, looking at the scenery outside.

"Master, Xiao Yuteng is dead. He has failed to collect enough souls."

At this moment, a man in black came over and bowed down respectfully.

He was dragging a wooden box in his hand.

The night wind blew, shaking the dead tree in the courtyard.

In front of the railing, the thin figure was silent.

"He cut off his soul and left it to the master." The man in black said again.

"Understood." The thin figure didn't even look at the wooden box: "Send it to Yuan Shaoqing, I hope he won't let me down."

"Obey." The man in black hesitated to speak, and finally retreated respectfully.

In the distance, the full moon is falling to the west, and the night seems to be about to dissipate.

The thin man looked indifferently into the distance.

"The demons in the world of mortals, there are always such idiots!!!"

There was a sudden sigh, without any emotion.