Douluo: Overturning the Gods

After entering the largest soul hunting forest managed by Wuhun Palace, Gu Zhi immediately took out the beast-repelling incense sealed in a clay pot. A pungent odor quickly dispersed, but with his sense of smell turned off, he couldn't smell it. Now he can maintain normal mobility just by relying on his inner breath.

Going upstream along the stream, he didn't encounter any dangerous soul beasts until dark. He did encounter a few teams hunting soul beasts, but Gu Zhi avoided them from a distance. There were many dangers in the soul hunting forest. It's just that soul beasts are as dangerous as soul masters.

The moon was thin and the cold wind was blowing by. Gu Zhi randomly found a big tree with a bird's nest and lay down. Next to him were three swans waiting to be fed. As for their parents, they were staring at him from a branch not far from the nest.

After communicating with the two Skylark Birds who had just reached a hundred years of cultivation with his eyes, Gu Zhi began to practice. In the past two and a half years, he had completed a special internal skill, using the power of the thunder and sound of the heavenly veins to stimulate the blood and energy to move the soul. The power circulates in the meridians throughout the body, and he can barely cultivate soul power without visualizing the martial soul.

In this process, Tianmai Leiyin can refine the impurities in the soul power, and in recent months he has found that the soul lake has become larger.

In other words, he had widened the lower Dantian. After carefully comparing the amount of Hals's thirteenth-level soul power, Gu Zhi felt that he had at least twelve soul powers.

As the morning sun rose, amid the farewell sounds of the five skylark birds, Gu Zhi continued towards the extinct volcano in the middle of the canyon. According to his footsteps, he could reach it today.

Just at noon, Gu Zhi came to a bamboo forest. He stood ten feet away from a Fengqingjianzhu, and carefully looked at the green bamboo, which was more than three feet tall.

This is a different species of sword and bamboo with dual attributes of wind and gold. It's a pity that it only has six hundred years of cultivation, otherwise this kind of soul beast would be qualified to be his first soul ring.

When he was about to walk through the bamboo forest, Gu Zhi saw something he least expected to see.

"You scream. The louder you scream, the more excited I am. Have you seen your man? He is not dead yet. He will take a good look at it."

An animalistic voice came from three hundred meters in front of Gu Zhi. It was a strong man over two meters tall. He was taking off his clothes.

In front of him lay a young woman in her late twenties dressed in purple. Her hands and feet were bent at abnormal angles. She seemed to have been damaged, and she was wailing miserably.

Behind him was a man holding a steel rod in his hand, with two bone-breaking knife wounds on his chest and back. He fell in a pool of blood, staring at the strong man with his eyes fixed on him.

Since entering the forest, I have not encountered a mandala snake, a wind baboon, or a tiger demon cat. I have not yet reached my destination. I celebrate that I am not a weakling, but I have encountered such a bad husband. , Gu Zhi's good mood disappeared instantly.

When the strong man took off his last piece of clothing, he strode forward across the distance of a hundred feet and shouted angrily, "You bold thief, how dare you do it in broad daylight."

"Fuck, it really stinks. You little bastard, get away from me." Luo Zhen was immediately suffocated by a smell that was worse than cat feces. His temper was gone, and the hot-blooded little brother died instantly. .

Gu Zhi released the Wuhun Curtain Blade and faced this strong man with swords in both hands. Judging from his soul power fluctuations, he was a great soul master. He had just experienced a one-on-two battle and his soul power should be less than 30%. He is strong enough to kill him with one sword.

"Boy, even if a tenth-level soul warrior dares to use my sword on me, I will twist off your head alive." As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Zhen released his martial soul. Two soul rings, one white and one yellow, appeared at the same time. A thick-backed sword that was four feet long appeared in his hand.

"Live by the sword, die by the sword." Facing the strong man running towards him, Gu Zhi said coldly. A thin layer of red soul power appeared on the blade. He held the sword in both hands and moved forward. Slash, a red sword energy visible to the naked eye cuts through the air and slashes towards the opponent.

"The second soul skill - Howling Wind Slash." Luo Zhen saw the three-foot sword energy and immediately paused. The moment the yellow soul ring lit up, he slashed out the sword and chopped off the sword that wanted to cut him off. Knife Qi.

He doesn't have a soul ring but can use such a long-range attack. Does this kid have a soul bone? How can a mere tenth-level soul warrior come to the soul hunting forest alone? There must be elders following him and looking at him.

Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed in Luo Zhen's eyes, "The first soul skill - Tiger Leaping Slash." He chopped his feet hard to the ground, and rushed towards Gu Zhi like an arrow from a string. The four-foot broadsword held high in his hand was in the air. A dazzling cold light is reflected in the sunlight.

so slow!

The figure of the strong man charging towards Gu Zhi was reflected in his eyes as if he was driving at 0.25 times speed. He only had to dodge sideways to chop off the opponent's head with his backhand, but he turned to the left. He dodged to the side, and at the same time raised his hand to slash out a blade of energy.

"If you want to die, it's easy." Gu Zhi wasn't pretending this time, he was asking himself why he didn't kill this evil man with one blow. The purpose of the sword's existence is to kill, but the sword is just a tool. The person who really wants to kill the opponent is the person.

He hasn't killed anyone yet.

The opponent at this moment has persecuted the man of a couple and wants to commit the crime. Killing this evil man is considered a just act, but can he represent the word justice? Kill your opponent with the belief of justice, but what if one day you become unjust?

Men are fickle!

"The second soul skill - Howling Wind Slash." After once again using the hundred-year soul skill to block Gu Zhi's sword energy, Luo Zhen could already feel the breath of death. His soul power was only enough to release the century-old soul skill once.

As for his opponent, although he didn't have murderous intent at all, he was very capable. There was a ridiculous idea swirling in his mind that this eighty-nine-year-old boy could kill a great soul master like himself with one sword.

Gu Zhi looked at the motionless strong man, holding the knife in front of him with both hands. He was still thinking, a gust of wind blew by, and the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, neither of them took action to break the stalemate.

The young woman in purple who was lying on the ground was so smelly that she stopped crying. She saw her lover lying in a pool of blood and took her last breath. He died with peace of mind because he saw the scene of the confrontation between the two.

"Little brother, his soul power is about to be exhausted. Now he can only release a century-old soul skill once. Please kill him." Watching her lover die, the young woman in purple begged in a mournful voice.

"Bitch, you are looking for death." Luo Zhen faced Gu Zhi and moved towards the young woman in purple step by step. Even if he died, he would have to hold her back.

He actually wants to kill people!

Gu Zhi took a deep breath. He was going to take this step after all. He didn't do it for justice, and he didn't stand above the law and morality. He just wanted to kill in his heart. Now he would use this person to quench the blood of Mu Ren. Kai Feng.

He started with a horizontal slash, and then slashed vertically with his sword. The two sword auras drew a slightly tilted red cross and flew towards the strong man.

At the same time, Gu Zhi's voice continued to sound. "Death is like the wind, always with me." He said as he raised the curtain blade and rushed towards the strong man.

There is a book that says that people who practice martial arts should cultivate three points of bad energy, so start from now on.

In order to save his soul power to use the century-old soul skill again, Luo Zhen chose to take on these two sword energies with his martial soul and physical body power alone.

"Kill!" He roared angrily and slashed at the cross sword energy with his knife. The cross sword energy was cut off by him in the middle but did not disperse. Instead, it turned into four one-foot-long sword energy and hit his chest. He was left with numerous stab wounds on his chest and abdomen.

However, when he saw Gu Zhi, who was less than three meters in front of him, he showed a sinister smile with bloody foam.

"The second soul skill - Howling Feng Slash." When the two were less than one meter apart, Luo Zhen suddenly swung his knife and struck it down with a powerful and heavy blow, leaving a clean and sharp knife mark in the air. He seemed to have seen the tragic situation of Gu Zhi being split into two.

You are really slow!

While Gu Zhi easily dodged the knife, he held the knife in both hands and slashed across the opponent's neck. He had been practicing knife skills for two and a half years, and he could feel a hair falling on the knife in his hand.

At this moment, the resistance encountered when the Mu Blade cut off the muscles and bones of the opponent's neck was clearly transmitted from the blade to his mind. He felt that it was as easy as cutting through a tree as thick as a bowl.

Two figures passed each other, and Luo Zhen felt a trace of coldness across his neck, just like the biting wind in winter, and heard a sentence in his last consciousness.

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."

The physique of this great offensive soul master was one or two times stronger than that of ordinary people. The two pillars of blood that rushed up from the neck of the headless corpse reached two feet high in the air, and then looked like two bright red fountains. Splattered all around.

Gu Zhi did not look back to appreciate the scene of blood splattering ten steps. He lowered his head and looked at the curtain blade without a trace of blood. At this moment, he felt one part regretful, three parts nervous, and the remaining six parts happy, nothing. Feeling the slightest bit of discomfort, it turns out that this is how it feels to end someone else's life.

This was his first time to kill someone, but it would definitely not be his last. He felt unworthy of judging others with justice.

Justice is sometimes just a high-sounding word, and benevolence, righteousness, and morality are even more of a luxury.

He is a swordsman with a murderous intention and just draws his sword to kill people.

"Thank you."

The hoarse and melancholy voice awoke Gu Zhi from his deep thoughts. He walked towards the young woman in purple, knelt down and connected her four dislocated joints without saying a word, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

After the young woman in purple struggled to get up, she touched the body of her lover who was still a little warm. She looked at the direction Gu Zhi was heading and asked, "Brother, are you going to that extinct volcano?"

Hearing this, Gu Zhi stopped and turned his back to her and nodded.

"There is an Earth Flame Turtle with two thousand years of cultivation there. As long as you don't get close to the lava pool in the center of the volcano, you won't be attacked by it. I want to bury my lover there."

The extinct volcano is now less than a hundred miles away, and it only takes Gu Zhi two hours to get there. Carrying the body of an adult, it would probably take four hours to get there. Thinking of this, he turned around and walked to the young woman, and lifted the body under her gaze.

"Let's go!"

There was silence all the way, and the winter sun set quickly. By the time the two of them and one corpse arrived at the extinct volcano, the sky was already dark. He handed the body to the young woman in purple and watched her bury her lover in the lava stream that was only one meter wide in front of her.

Cough cough cough, the strong smell of sulfur made the young woman in purple cough repeatedly, "Thank you, little brother, can you tell me your name?"

She wanted to commit suicide, and he felt a budding death energy from the woman in front of him, "My name is Gu Zhi, and I am here to hunt for soul rings. Sister, your family is still waiting for you, you should go home. ”

"Thank you for saving me. My name is Bai Jie. Brother Gu Zhi is really amazing. I have never seen a soul master who can kill a great soul master. You will definitely become a powerful soul master in the future." The voice suddenly stopped here. Then, she thought of the ups and downs and sadness she encountered on the road to becoming a soul master.

Bai Jie, this is the name. Looking at the past memories, Gu Zhi decided to comfort her a few more words, "My parents died on the way to be promoted to Soul Lord, so I came to the Soul Hunting Forest alone. Bai Jie Sister, remember your way home, someone is waiting for you at home."

Wiping away the tears on her face, Bai Jie turned around and said, "It's a joke for you. My sister will not commit suicide."

Nodding towards her, Gu Zhi didn't say anything more. The two of them spent the night quietly. On the morning of the first day, he gave Bai Jie a copy of the beast-repelling incense in his hand and watched her leave. This extinct volcano.

In a world where extraordinary power exists, laws and morality are on the verge of collapse. After watching the figures in the distance disappear, Gu Zhi turned to face the volcano, which was no more than a hundred feet high, and muttered to himself, "One day, this is what I will say. The rules of the world.”