C6 Bracelet

As the red light entered An Yi Feng's Baihui, he felt like he had been possessed. His eyes flashed with a blood-red light, and a crazy, bloodthirsty thought took control of him. It was to 'kill' everyone here, to use their blood to avenge their dead father.

"Ah!

His entire body was covered in a thick bloody aura, his eyes suddenly shot out two red beams of light, and with a stretch of his hand, he lifted Steward Zhao up. With a few "kacha" sounds, Steward Zhao's eyes bulged out, and before he could even scream out, he perished. At this moment, the bracelet on An Yifeng's right hand lit up with red light again, and a wisp of Steward Zhao's soul was also sucked in.

Zhao Wuqi's eyes were filled with uncontrollable pain as he watched his father's corpse being thrown to the side by An Yifeng. He had never imagined that An Yifeng would be so fierce. He had first killed his own son and wife, and now, he had killed his own father without hesitation. Seeing his closest kin die right in front of him, he had no other choice but to roar in fury, "Demon! You're not a human, you're a demon! After you die, you'll definitely go down to the eighteenth level of hell!"

An Yifeng looked at the crazed Zhao Wuqi and laughed, "The moment you killed my father, you should have known what would happen today." He waved his hand to grab a person from the crowd and grabbed her neck with one hand.

When Zhao Wuqi saw the person in An Yi Feng's hand, he immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry. This person was none other than his old mother, "An Yi Feng, I beg you, don't hurt my mother. You can do whatever you want with me, I beg you, don't hurt my mother."

An Yifeng threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter tinged with deep sorrow. "Don't kill her? You want her to live? But when you killed my father, did you know what he was thinking? Do you think I would have thought of that? "

Zhao Wuqi looked at the devil-like An Yifeng. He knew that today, his entire family would not be able to escape this calamity. Rather than letting him torture him, he might as well end this himself and reduce the grief in his heart.

Zhao Wuqi was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide when something happened that made him feel hopeless. His entire body suddenly stopped moving. He could only let out a hoarse whining sound.

Mrs Zhao's hands gripped An Yi Feng's right hand tightly. She panted for breath and forced out a few words: "Little An, I know that Qi'er is unforgivable for committing such heinous acts. Since you've already killed his father and his wife and children, can't you quell the hatred in your heart? If you think it's not enough, I'll give you my life! Your father is a righteous person, so I hope that you will not ruin yourself out of hatred. "

An Yifeng looked at the blushing Madame Zhao and his heart ached for some reason. Since he could remember, there was a figure busily working in the village. She would help anyone who ran into trouble. If it was before, if anyone dared to bully Madame Zhao, he would be the first one to rush forward to help. But now it was different. Her father had been killed by her son, so no matter how good she used to be, she couldn't make up for it.

"Little An, wake up. Don't fall into the Path of Demon!"

"Enough is enough, stop talking." An Yifeng roared, "I don't care about the Devil Dao. I only know that your son killed my father and that I avenged my father's death. If I can't even avenge my father's death, then I'm truly a man." With that, he closed his eyes and exerted force with his right hand. With a "kacha" sound, Zhao's neck was broken and a strand of his soul was sucked into the golden dragon bracelet.

Zhao Wuqi saw his mother fall down once again, and his heart broke. The blood that flowed from the corner of his eyes was no longer tears. He wanted to scream but was unable to do so. That feeling of hopelessness filled his entire body, and helplessness filled his mind. Right now, he had finally experienced what it meant to live rather than die. He had finally experienced how his loved ones had all died. He could only watch and watch …

An Yifeng's entire body was covered in a layer of blood aura. The only thing on the bracelet was the blood-red color of the dragon eye, and as he continued to kill, the number of souls he absorbed from the bracelet increased. The entire dragon became extremely red, and its entire body became as translucent as a blood jade.

A maddening will rushed into An Yifeng's mind. Endless slaughter, blood, only then would he be able to release the hatred in his heart!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Right now, An Yifeng only had one thought in his mind, and that was to kill everyone in the world! What was right or wrong, what was righteous and what was morals had nothing to do with him, he was on the verge of completely falling into the Path of Demon.

Suddenly, the fire phoenix bracelet on his left arm lit up and a golden light flowed through the meridians in his body. A warm current immediately suppressed his will.

"Ah!

An Yifeng let out a painful cry as his body trembled. He looked at the corpses on the ground blankly and was so frightened that he immediately retreated a step. He muttered: "How can this be? I only want revenge. Why do I have the thought of slaughtering all the living beings in the world? " He stared at the golden dragon bracelet in his right hand with confusion in his eyes.

When An Yifeng was in a daze, the magic technique he had cast was automatically released. Zhao Wuqi, who had been trapped by him, rushed over like a madman, waved his hand and beat him, "Give me back my wife's life, I'll kill you!"

An Yifeng was startled by the sudden appearance of Zhao Wuqi. He immediately came to his senses, grabbed him in his hands, and said with eyes full of anger, "It's all because of you! I am unable to return your family's life back to you, but I can send you to see them. " After saying that, he swung his body and sent Zhao Wuqi flying. Zhao Wuqi then crashed into the wall and fell onto the ground. He then spat out a mouthful of blood and stopped moving.

An Yifeng knew he would surely fall to his death, so he didn't go forward to investigate. He took one last look at the corpses on the ground and let out a deep breath as a wild laughter escaped from his mouth, completely releasing the depression in his heart.

A fiery cloud appeared at the bottom of his feet, carrying him towards his own home.

Within the Zhao manor, the courtyard was filled with corpses. A thick stench of blood filled the air, and Zhao Wuqi, who had his bones broken, lightly moved his finger in a miraculous fashion …

An Yifeng slowly landed at the door of his own home, looking at his incomparably familiar home.

It had been six years, a whole six years since he returned. His home was still here, but the person who cared about him was no longer there. He gently touched the familiar wooden door as a cold feeling filled his heart. He had dreamt about his return many times but now it was like this.

He pushed open the door and sat in the living room. As he looked at the furnishings, two streams of clear tears flowed down his cheeks. A familiar scene appeared before his eyes.

"Xiao An, hurry to the kitchen and see if the medicine is ready. Auntie Wang is still waiting for it."

"Daddy, wait a minute, I haven't wrapped up all the medicinal herbs here, and now you're telling me to look over there. How old am I? How can I possibly be able to come back here?"

"Stinking brat, all you know is how to talk back to your father. Hurry up and go!"

"Hehe!" "Dad, I think it's best if you find a partner, otherwise you'll have to tire your son out."

Ha! Ha! Ha! The village aunts all let out a happy smile as they gently caressed the child's head. Their faces were filled with affection …

"No, I cannot let my father die like this. I must think of a way to save my father." An Yifeng stood up with a 'whoosh': "Second Uncle's cultivation is higher than mine. He will definitely have a way to save father." Thinking of this, he no longer wasted any time and turned into a streak of fire as he charged towards Hurricane Ridge.

Before the sun set, An Yi finally made it back to Hurricane Ridge. Upon seeing Su Qian, he immediately knelt down, "Second Uncle, tell me, is there any way to save my father?"

Su Qian looked at him as he hurried back with a worried look on his face. He realized that An Yifeng had a bloody aura around him and that his temperament was very different from before. He sighed and said, "Child, do you really want to save your father?"

"That's right, I can't let my father die just like that. I must think of a way to save him! I know that you, Second Uncle, do not have the ability to save father, but I know that you definitely know the method to do so.

"Child, you're right. Second Uncle truly did not have the ability to save your father! "Because I don't have enough Fa Li, so I don't have the ability. If you want to save your father, you can only rely on yourself."

"Relying on myself? What do I have to do? " An Yifeng asked urgently.

"Only when your cultivation has reached the Yuan Spirit stage can you possess such ability!" After Su Qian finished speaking, he had a helpless look on his face.

An Yifeng's face revealed a look of disappointment when he heard this. Primordial Spirit Stage. How far away was that? How many Primordial Gods were there in the entire Profound Heaven Continent? How long had he been training? This was even harder than ascending to heaven.

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes!" Su Qian said with certainty, "There's still one other way, and that is the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill. As long as you can obtain the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill, you can also save your father."

An Yifeng was overjoyed when he heard this. "Where can I get a Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill?"

"Divine Sword Pavilion. Only the Divine Sword Pavilion's Pill Sect has the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill. You can only obtain it by heading to the Divine Sword Pavilion. But …

An Yifeng saw that Su Qian wanted to say something but hesitated, and immediately asked, "What is Second Uncle doing? "You better hurry up and tell me."

Su Qian sighed, "This Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill is a miraculous medicine, if you want to take it, it will be extremely difficult!" Furthermore, you are not a disciple of the Immortal Sword Pavilion, and they will not give you medicine. Even if you were to become a disciple of the Immortal Sword Pavilion, I am afraid you will not even be able to get this medicine. "

An Yifeng stood up, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fists tightly. His entire body radiated with an unprecedented momentum. "If I can't get this pill, I'll need to use my own strength to refine the Nine Reincarnation Soul Pill."