Chapter 52: Stifling

A gust of wind blew over, and He Yiming's body and the terrifying sword on his back seemed to have no weight at all, and it floated up with the wind.

His eyes closed slightly, and he carefully sensed the remaining breath in the air.

After breaking his hand, Lu Xinwen ran away as if nothing had happened. Others might not be able to see anything, but He Yiming had clearly sensed that the originally huge, almost overflowing breath of life in Lu Xinwen's body was completely cut off by this knife.

The power of the sword light actually reached this level, even He Yiming himself did not expect it.

Of course, if Lu Xinwen had not fought with He Yiming in advance and did not expect that he had such a terrifying trick, then he would not have been killed by He Yiming in a nearly secret attack.

He Yiming actually admires this old man very much.

Not to mention anything else, just when the body functions have completely extinct, he is still able to seize a great vitality and escape so far at an unparalleled speed. This situation is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Perhaps, only such perseverance and such willful quality can make him qualified to be promoted to the innate.

After a while, He Yiming's eyes opened slightly, and he had sensed the direction of Lu Xinwen's departure through the remaining breath. And he found that this feeling was getting stronger and stronger because he was gradually approaching.

Of course, the aura of death spreading in the air is getting stronger and stronger, which can also show how long Lu Xinwen can no longer support her.

As his mind moved slightly, the innate energy in He Yiming's body was already tumbling like a big wave.

Straws of true qi rolled like flowing water in the meridian acupoints. As this true qi flowed, the shape of He Yiming's body also changed incredible.

The muscles on his face quickly shriveled, and his hands and feet became like wooden stakes. At first glance, it seemed like he had become a different person.

After the Xu family's dead wood skills were promoted to the innate realm, they became more and more incredible. When the innate true qi was circulating in this way, He Yiming's body was undoubtedly like a wooden stake.

A large amount of aura emanated from his body, but this aura seemed to be completely different from the aura of human beings, but was exactly the same as the surrounding mountains and forests.

If a congenital strong man came to him with his eyes blindfolded, then ninety percent of people would regard him as an extremely dense ancient tree that had lived for thousands of years.

When Lu Xinwen stopped, he used the powerful true energy sensing that was before his death to be revived.

The reason why he gave his origin and parchment to Fan Haori with confidence was that he had no one to trust in this place, and more importantly, he was sure that He Yiming did not chase him.

He Yiming's skills in both the earth and the water system are already very amazing. Therefore, what Lu Xinwen explores in his true energy sensing is the earth system position and the water system power. If He Yiming approaches, then the water and earth system aura around him will be a hundred times stronger than other places.

When He Yiming mentioned the gathering of the dead wood skills, although the wood-type aura around him was as strong as the lights, no matter how Lu Xinwen guessed, it was impossible for him to guess that this was He Yiming.

When he was dying, he felt incredible that He Yiming could practice various different attributes of martial arts alone, but because of this, he even less thought that He Yiming was able to practice wood-based martial arts again.

Since he could not sense any changes in these auras, in Lu Xinwen's view, He Yiming must have given up chasing.

However, he did not know that what He Yiming understood was not only the true qi of the three systems of earth, metal and water, but the body of five forms.

So when He Yiming approached slowly and little by little, Lu Xinwen and the others still knew nothing.

Of course, after exercising the dead wood technique, He Yiming even stopped breathing, and the breath of life belonging to humans on his body was suppressed to the extreme. This is difficult to achieve even the breath holding technique.

Hiding quietly a hundred meters away from them, He Yiming's true energy spread through the energy of the surrounding trees. In this jungle-covered place, even if the wood energy between heaven and earth is stronger, it is impossible for anyone to suspect it.

When he listened carefully, he immediately took all the conversation between the two of them into his ears.

At the beginning, He Yiming was calm, especially when he heard Lu Xinwen's words that prevented Fan Haori from taking revenge, he had decided to let these two people go. However, he absolutely did not expect that when Lu Xinwen died and only Fan Haori was left, he would make such a cruel oath.

What did they say that they wanted to exterminate the Yuan and He families and let themselves live in eternal pain.

If he really did this, He Yiming's second half of his life would definitely be as he wished and would live in pain forever.

When he thought of this, He Yiming's heart suddenly felt murderous intent.

Even when he heard that the Xiao brothers wanted to ask Lu Xinwen to destroy the He family, his murderous intent was not as firm as he was at this moment.

Especially after hearing Fan Haori's seemingly loud voice, he realized that there must be only one between the He family and him who can survive, and this hatred can no longer be resolved.

With a slight movement of his body, he jumped over like a wooden stake.

When I was in mid-air, the dead wood skill in my body had become the rippling skill that was winding like a stream and gurgling.

The muscles on his body quickly bulged up, and they had returned to their original state just a few ups and downs. If he had changed his coat on his body at this moment, then no one would have been able to associate the thin and thin person with him again.

Although the martial arts were transformed, He Yiming still landed silently.

After confirming that Lu Xinwen had died, He Yiming's movements naturally relaxed a lot and he would never be careful anymore.

A mere seventh-level inner strength fan Haori is not worthy of his fear.

After turning a corner, he had already arrived outside the valley. At this time, Fan Haori was digging a hole. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to bury Lu Xinwen on the spot.

He Yiming sighed softly and penetrated his arms.

His sigh did not make any sound, but Fan Haori, who was digging a pit, stopped as if he was aware of it. His movement suddenly froze, and then slowly turned around.

When he saw He Yiming in front of the valley, the blush on his face that was originally caused by excitement suddenly faded away in an instant.

Then, his eyes were full of resentment, and they looked chilling.

Under his attention, He Yiming frowned slightly, and he didn't like this gaze very much.

"You're actually here. I didn't expect you to be able to hide it even by Lord Uncle." As if a sound popped out from the cracks of your teeth, anyone could hear the resentment inside.

Since He Yiming was following him, he must have heard his last sentence. Since he knew his plan, Fan Haori knew that He Yiming would definitely not let him go.

"Yes, I'm here." He Yiming looked at Lu Xinwen who had closed his eyes and said slowly: "Actually, he didn't have to die. If your Fan family didn't want to seek the Yuan family's family business, then he, his three disciples, your father, and you... didn't have to die."

For some reason, endless emotion suddenly surged in He Yiming's heart. If some words were not spoken, it seemed to bring him a suffocation.

Perhaps, this is related to the death of a powerful innate person at his hands.

The originally majestic Fan family was greedy for things that did not belong to them, so even if there was a innate strong man helping him, they could not escape the fate of extermination in the end.

Although He Yiming is not old, he has learned something during the time he spent with Yuan Chengzhi.

If Yuan Chengzhi would let the Fan family go, unless the sun comes out from the west and sets in the east.

With Yuan Chengzhi's character, not only will he annex all the foundation of the Fan family, but he will probably not let go of the Fan family's remaining resources.

However, they provoked all this on their own, and even He Yiming could not intervene.

All they can do is to gain their own share in this feast for granted.

A trace of abnormal red appeared on Fan Haori's face, and he sneered: "Our Fan family is strong, the Yuan family is weak, and there are people who send them here to take the blame and excuses. Why can't we gain their foundation? But what we didn't expect was that the Yuan family would actually invite you..."

Hearing his naked and unconcealed explanation, He Yiming's heart suddenly trembled.

Today's Yuan family is also the He family in the future?

Although the He family is thriving today, if one day the He family is weak, then there will definitely be other families who want to replace them.

At this moment, He Yiming had a vague goal in his heart. He must make the He family a great family that has been passed down for thousands of years, just like the Linlang Lin family and the Huowuxie family.

Only such families with complex personal connections, mixed forces in various places, and unlimited backgrounds can deter and cope with the challenges of these waves of emerging families.

Although Fan Haori mocked her, she didn't dare to move her body at all.

Even if he was in a state of destiny, he would not want to die immediately. Therefore, he did not dare to move at all, otherwise if He Yiming's misunderstanding, he would not even want to resist a move.

Fan Haori's eyes drooped slightly, falling to his mind.

Here, there is a pampering paper, which Lu Xinwen gave to him before his death. The old man's wish is to let him inherit his unique skills. Even if they cannot be passed down through the ages, they cannot be decided by him.

But at this time, Fan Haori's only thought was how to destroy this map without any trace.

He will die by himself, but even if he dies, he cannot leave this map to He Yiming, let alone let him find the cave and obtain the relics of Lu Xinwen.

His eyes were rotating rapidly, and even a trace of sweat had oozed out of his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he said, "Master He, I know I will die today, and I dare not ask for forgiveness, but please allow me to dig this pit and bury Master Lu Xinwen first, and then cut it off on his own."

He Yiming pondered the only thing he did, and said, "Okay."

Fan Haori hugged his fist, turned around, picked up a rough stone strip, jumped into the half-digged pit, and continued to dig.

He pretended to unconsciously take a look in the direction of He Yiming, but saw that his eyes were still on Lu Xinwen's body, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

He was secretly happy, turned around to block He Yiming's vision, and reached into his arms with his hands and feet.

With his seventh-level internal strength, he could completely destroy this map with just a force. Even if it fell into He Yiming's hands, he would not have thought of finding anything useful.

However, when his fingers just touched the parchment, his face was a little relieved, a bit ferocious, and a little proud smile frozen in an instant.

Because he suddenly realized that he could not move. Not only was his internal energy unable to operate, but his body could not move at all.

He Yiming's figure walked out from behind him, looked at him with a frank look, and said, "Since Brother Fan knows that he will die, the map given by Brother Lu should be useless to you. So..." He sighed and said, "Leave this map to me to save. I will let Brother Lu's wish come true and not let his knowledge be cut off."

Fan Haori's face suddenly turned ashen. His body fell down softly, but his mouth could move. His eyes were so angry that his face was like red iron pieces. His snow-white teeth were biting his thin lower lip stubbornly. If his eyes could really burn people, He Yiming's body was probably already full of fire.

"You, you must snatch even the things from Lord Uncle, and you will not die a bad death."

He Yiming smiled and said, "Brother Fan, didn't you just say that the Yuan family is weak and the Fan family is strong, so you will naturally replace it. Now that you are weak and He is strong, why can't you replace it?"

Fan Haori was stunned. His lips trembled a few times, the corners of his eyes suddenly cracked, and two bright red liquid flowed out. Then he burst out loud, and the laughter came from afar, until his throat became hoarse and unpleasant, like rubbing gold and stone.

Finally, his laughter gradually became low, and he murmured: "Retribution, retribution, we have retribution, you will definitely have it in the future."

His voice fell down, and he suddenly spit out half of his tongue, and a large amount of blood surged out of his mouth.

He Yiming did not stop him, but showed a hint of pity in his eyes. He looked at him silently.

Not long after, Fan Haori's body twitched a few times and he never moved again.

He Yiming shook his head slightly, reached out to grab it, and picked up the simplest stone strip that Fan Haori had thrown away. He jumped into the pit, and then Fan Haori's work was done, and in a few strokes, he dug out a deep pit.

After the He family, there were forests leading to endless mountains, so He Yiming knew that if he wanted to bury corpses in the forest, he had to dig deep pits. Otherwise, wild beasts would drag out the buried corpses and eat not even a bone left.
To be continued...