Start: Confined By The System And Become Mentally Ill

"Are you polite?"

Lu Chuan was interrupted while listening to the music, and turned around to sit at the dinner table with an expressionless face.

He raised his eyes and looked at the army that was about to approach the mountain gate.

The army came in huge numbers, flying in the sky and running on the ground. It was extremely lively, no less than the vegetable market during the Chinese New Year.

Lu Chuan slowly picked up the chopsticks and lightly dipped a drop of chili oil in the water.

Then he flipped his wrist slightly, and red chili oil shot out from the chopsticks.

The chili oil went towards the person who made the sound, and the air in its path was pulled and distorted visibly to the naked eye.

"Nangong Chuxue, don't be a coward, come out and give us an explanation, why all our people died in the Maple Leaf Secret Realm, but you, Mingyue Pavilion, didn't survive..."

The leader hasn't finished speaking yet.

A flash of red penetrated directly into his mouth, and then rushed out from the back of his head.

White brains, mixed with blood, spurted out from the small hole, shining in the sun.

"boom!"

The leader fell hard from the back of the monster at his crotch, and his pupils began to blur.

Until his death, he never understood why there was a smell of chili oil in his mouth.

The leader died suddenly, and the advancing army was shocked to a halt.

Looking at the dead body, everyone felt chills all over.

This leader, a master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, why did he suddenly die so mysteriously?

Everyone looked up at the mountain gate of Mingyue Pavilion.

A bad old man was listening to music, drinking, and cooking hot pot.

However, they didn't have time to think too much.

That bad old man picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and then slowly stood up.

The moment he stood up, the world suddenly darkened.

The sun was clearly shining brightly in the sky, but the whole sky turned strangely dark.

It was as if the whole world was covered with a layer of black gauze, and a hazy and strange feeling came over me.

An invisible pressure came down hard like the sky was falling.

It was as if the entire sky collapsed at this moment.

At this moment, everyone just felt that there was something very heavy on their shoulders.

The entire army was pressed to the ground, clinging tightly to the earth and unable to move any more.

No matter how they struggled, the only response was endless despair.

The scariest thing is that they open their mouths and want to say something.

However, the mouth was opened, but no sound came out.

In the whole world, there is only the sound of the piano.

At this moment, they realized something.

They tried to escape, but it was too late.

Everyone could only watch the old man walking slowly, unhurriedly and leisurely like an old farmer taking a walk after eating.

"In my hometown, there is a saying."

Lu Chuan strolled to a stop not far from the crowd.

A voice of three points of ridicule and three points of disdain rang out.

"Surrender loses half the battle."

"There is also another saying: when you go out to fool around, you have to admit your mistakes, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten."

When Lu Chuan said this, he suddenly laughed.

Looking up to the far end where heaven and earth are connected, his eyes suddenly felt a little lonely.

Hometown, such a familiar yet unfamiliar word.

Lu Chuan slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin and thinking about far, far away places.

However, the people and things in my hometown are already very vague.

One hundred thousand years is too long for one person.

After a long time, Lu Chuan finally came back to his senses.

Looking at the frightened eyes in front of him, Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh.

"In this world, there is no such thing as regret selling medicine."

Lu Chuan stood up and drew out the wooden sword from his waist.

Then he inserted the wooden sword hard into the ground.

After doing this, Lu Chuan turned around and walked to his dining table.

As he walked, he raised his withered old hand and waved it gently, saying goodbye to everyone for the last time.

"Sword 2: Earthly Sorrow."

Ah Fu, who was far away, saw this scene and shouted excitedly.

"I knew that you old guy, in that small world, remembered the twelve sword moves."

"Senior Donkey, what are the twelve sword moves?"

A little girl asked curiously.

Ah Fu usually wouldn't pay attention to these yellow-haired girls, but now, he is in a very good mood.

Ah Fu waggled his big tongue, stared with wise eyes, and explained to the little girls.

"Twelve sword moves, the ultimate in killing, were created by Lu Chuan in his early years."

"The twelve sword moves are divided into the three realms of heaven, earth and man, the three realms of gods, ghosts and demons, and the four emotions of wind, flower, snow and moon."

"That's not right, Senior Donkey, there are only ten of them!" The little girls were a little confused.

Ah Fu looked at Lu Chuan who was walking slowly and smiled lightly.

"Hehehe... No living creature wants to see the last two moves of the Twelve Swordsmanship for Killing."

The little girls looked confused, they were so bluffing, but nothing seemed to happen.

However, next, everyone saw a scene that would wake them up from their dreams.

…

With the wooden sword as the center, black sword energy swirled around at this moment.

The surface of the earth began to surge gently like ocean waves.

"boom!"

A muffled sound sounded.

The turbulence on the surface began to accelerate, and the entire ground began to violently crack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The entire surface of the earth was turbulent and suddenly exploded.

The black sword energy filled the entire field of vision, rolling the exploded ground into the air, forming a huge black tornado.

No one in the mob that was pressed on the ground was spared, and they were all swept up into the air.

The black tornado, like a roaring black dragon, rolled up more than two thousand lives and flew freely in the air.

Then, everyone saw this horrific scene that they could not let go of for the rest of their lives.

The bodies of those who were caught in the tornado began to shatter under the cutting of the sharp black sword energy.

They seemed to have been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, their limbs were shattered and their torsos were in pieces.

At this moment when he was swallowed by the sword energy, he could no longer distinguish what pain was.

What's even more strange is that only the bodies of these people were cut into pieces, but their heads were still intact.

Until they lost their lives, the facial expressions of those heads remained distorted in extreme pain.

All this was done in silence.

Only Qu Youran's out-of-tune piano sound bid them farewell.

The moment the black tornado dispersed, all the minced flesh and blood gathered together.

The remaining black sword energy was polished into a huge meat ball.

And those heads that have not been crushed are embedded on the surface of this meat ball.

The wide open mouth, the twisted expression, the eyes of endless despair after panic.

These dead heads are silently describing a brutal killing.

When the meat ball fell from the sky.

The wooden sword stuck in the ground trembled slightly.

The wooden sword dragged a bit of black light and accurately arrived at the landing point of the meat ball.

The wooden sword held it up with its hilt, and the ball of flesh, which contained more than two thousand corpses, fell silent.

From this moment on, there was an additional landmark in front of the mountain gate of Mingyue Pavilion.

Later, people gave it an intuitive and resounding name, "Corpse Pill".

Many years later, countless people came here to gain enlightenment.

Because in the "Corpse Pill" and the wooden sword holding the "Corpse Pill", the supreme sword energy of the forbidden person remains.