There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 151: Xia Ming, I am Zhao Liuche.

Staring at the true appearance of Pò Liùhán.

Xia Ming's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp.

To be honest, Pò Liùhán's true appearance is a bit hard to describe.

His appearance is no longer a matter of being good-looking or not.

He is terrifyingly hideous!

He is the kind of person who can make children cry in the middle of the night!

Pò Liùhán's eyes were gouged out, and for some reason, the terrifying hollows where his eyes used to be still bear the traces of that time.

There, Xia Ming saw deep scars.

In the depths of those eye sockets, there even remained an incredibly clear fingerprint!

Perhaps because he himself had his eyes gouged out, Xia Ming felt a sourness in his left eye when he saw those terrifying eye sockets.

In a daze, he seemed to see the appearance of He Niansheng holding a knife.

The pain of having one's eyes gouged out is unforgettable.

However, compared to the ferocious wounds of those eye sockets.

What made Xia Ming even more uneasy was Pò Liùhán's vertical pupil.

His vertical pupil extended from his forehead to the center of his eyebrows. In the pitch-black crack, there was a dull and cold gaze.

Vertical pupil, horns, translucent neck, and a baby wrapped in a belly belt!

This kind of Pò Liùhán called Xia Ming a demon!

As Xia Ming's gaze became more focused, a strange voice slowly echoed in his mind.

[Shh...]

[Hahaha!]

[Did you hear that? He said we are demons!]

At the moment the voice sounded, Ātūn in Xia Ming's middle dantian also slowly raised his head.

And behind Xia Ming, the figure of Muchuan also appeared quietly.

Blinking his clear big eyes, Muchuan looked at the hazy figure behind Xia Ming with great confusion.

That pitch-black figure, with both hands resting on Xia Ming's shoulders, seemed to be saying something bad.

At the same time, Pò Liùhán's vertical pupil slowly opened.

On Xia Ming's body, he sensed a feeling that something was not right.

But when he looked carefully, he didn't see anything.

...

[Demon? What is a demon? Who is a demon?]

[Shouldn't Zhao Xiu be killed? If we don't kill him, how many more people will he kill?]

[Zhao Xiu! He is a Zhao! A Zhao who kills!]

[And we are immortals!]

[We are the only True Immortal in the world!]

Listening to the voices in his mind, Xia Ming nodded firmly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"What we cultivate is True Immortal!"

As soon as the word "we" came out, Xia Ming froze.

Hmm?

Something's not right.

Where did the word "we" come from?

Who the hell are you!

"Who! Who the hell is talking in my head!"

Without any warning, Xia Ming stood up abruptly.

"Damn it! Whoever is talking in my head, get out now!"

"If you don't come out, believe it or not, I'll destroy your home! You son of a bitch!"

Looking at Xia Ming smashing the stone table with a palm, Pò Liùhán was also stunned at this moment.

This slap from Xia Ming directly dissipated half of his drunkenness.

With a slightly calmer mind, Pò Liùhán planned to continue observing.

He needed to make sure.

Is Xia Ming crazy or drunk?

The former is fine, but the latter would be troublesome.

After all, a Demonic Cultivator who is not crazy is abnormal.

Then, in Pò Liùhán's shocked gaze.

Xia Ming began his performance:

...

The shocked and angry Xia Ming saw the confused Dà Xīnmó beside him again.

Grabbing Muchuan's slender little hand, Xia Ming's restless heart finally calmed down a bit.

Pulling Muchuan to his side, Xia Ming whispered again.

"Hey Muchuan, did you hear someone talking just now?"

Lowering his head and looking at the small hand that was intertwined with Xia Ming's ten fingers.

After hesitating for a long time, Muchuan finally pointed to the slender shadow of Xia Ming.

Following Muchuan's small hand, Xia Ming suddenly felt his scalp tingling and his hair standing on end!

In that slender figure, he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of deep and unusual eyes.

"What the hell are you!"

"Shut up! Who the hell are you!"

"I am Shǔdàoshān! You better get out!"

"If you don't come out! I'll use a Five Thunder Talisman to kill you!"

Step by step, Xia Ming slowly retreated while protecting Muchuan by his side.

Finally, Xia Ming saw the true appearance of that thing.

It was a blurry humanoid black mist.

The facial features were indistinct, only the eyes emitted a terrifying cold light.

"What the hell are you!"

Raising his head slowly, the black mist figure stared at Xia Ming without blinking.

Word by word, the voice of the figure was exactly the same as Xia Ming's.

[Me? Xia Ming, I am you.]

"Nonsense! What the hell are you!"

As he spoke, Xia Ming directly activated the Thunder God's Divine Eye.

The corners of the eyes cracked, and a flash of electricity.

A purple light directly pierced through the silhouette in the black mist, shattering a huge boulder.

Seeing this scene, Xia Ming's gaze tightened.

His mind sank, and Xia Ming then urged layers of evil thoughts, continuously attacking the shadow.

Unfortunately, spiritual attacks and soul impacts had no effect on this thing.

Xia Ming's heart sank little by little.

At this moment, the voice of the figure sounded again.

"[Xia Ming, you're really boring.]"

"[Xia Ming, you're using my body, and you're still asking who I am?]"

"[I am... Zhao Liuche.]"

Boom!

As the ears rang, Xia Ming's body trembled.

Then, his pupils immediately dilated to the extreme.

"Hahahaha!"

Shocked to the extreme, Xia Ming actually laughed again.

"What did you just fucking call me?"

"You're even worthy of the surname Zhao! That thing called Zhao died a long time ago!"

"Died! Do you understand? Besides, who told you this body is yours!"

...

Listening to Xia Ming's crazy voice, Poxiu Han's expression changed abruptly.

Poxiu Han now firmly believed that Xia Ming was his long-lost younger brother whom he had never met!

Moreover, Xia Ming's illness was his eyes!

He could see things that others couldn't see. The world in his eyes was different from others'.

Zhao... Zhao Xiu!

Murmuring the name Zhao Xiu, Poxiu Han probably guessed the reason.

Xia Ming condensed a Gold Core in Zhao Xiu's dantian.

Zhao Xiu's dantian might be the cause of Xia Ming's illness.

While Poxiu Han was speculating, the shadow over there slowly spoke again.

"[Xia Ming, Xia Ming, what does it mean to die?]"

"[Memory is the meaning of life. As long as memory exists, that means you're alive.]"

"Yesterday's Zhao Liuche, today's Xia Ming, aren't they the same person?"

"[Xia Ming, don't you understand? Memory is everything.]"

"[I am you, you are me, we are originally one.]"

"[Xia Ming is Zhao Liuche, Zhao Liuche is Xia Ming.]"

"[What are you resisting?]"

While the shadow was speaking, its gaze kept scanning the Mu Chuan beside Xia Ming.

It seemed that it also had some resistance and dissatisfaction towards Mu Chuan's existence.

Not being fooled by the shadow, a cold light flashed in Xia Ming's eyes.

Then he looked at Mu Chuan beside him.

"Mu Chuan! Kill him!"

Upon hearing Xia Ming's words, the shadow also suddenly stiffened.

Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, and then at the shadow in the distance.

In the end, Mu Chuan still shook her head slowly.

Because Mu Chuan could feel that if she killed that shadow, Xia Ming's True Spirit would be greatly affected.

However, what Mu Chuan didn't know was that her hesitation directly confirmed Xia Ming's guess in his heart.

Xia Ming was now extremely certain.

This Zhao Liuche was the devil in Goldfinger's creation!

From beginning to end, his Goldfinger was hinting at Zhao Liuche's identity.

The illusory image of the monument created by the immortal also directly confronted him.

Zhao Liuche! Zhao Liuche!

Bullshit Zhao Liuche!

"I am Xia Ming!"

"Extreme Dao! Sacrifice!"

Xia Ming fiercely threw a punch.

As the flesh and blood disintegrated, a ferocious blood dragon roared out.

Looking at the deep gully plowed by the blood dragon, Xia Ming's eyes were full of cold and fierce light.

"None of you can deceive me!"

"You want to drive me to schizophrenia! And then make me acknowledge your existence, right?"

"Spit! You're dreaming! Fucking daydreaming!"

"I, Xia Ming, will one day! One day!"

"Kill all of you!"

...

Seeing this, Poxiu Han's face was filled with worry.

Where could Poxiu Han not see it?

His younger brother was seriously ill, very seriously ill.

Think about it, what you see is always scarier than what you hear.

Xia Ming's mutation was in his eyes, and he had to bear more burdens.

Looking at his crazy younger brother, Poxiu Han was caught in a dilemma.

He was hesitating.

Should he bring Xia Ming to Immortal Lord?

If he did... with Xia Ming's personality, would he be willing?

If he didn't... what about Xia Ming's illness?

While Poxiu Han was hesitating, he saw Xia Ming swallow a blood-colored pill.

Then.

In the shocked gaze of Poxiu Han, Xia Ming started laughing wildly again.

"Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew it! You're fake!"

"As soon as you eat the blood pill, you're done for! You dog! Trying to deceive me! Dream on!"

"Damn it! This blood pill can't be stopped for even a day!"

(End of this chapter)