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Volume 1: Infinite Germination Chapter 163: Five Hundred Swordsmen

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    "Damn it, no matter how hard it is, I still got tricked!"

    Matsumoto Jiefu stood under the exchange light ball, his whole body wrapped in spiritual energy as bright as rotten silver. His soul body was washed away by the purest spiritual energy particles over and over again, until the entire person's sanity was completely destroyed.  Somewhat unconscious, it seems that one after another, familiar but strange dreams emerge from the depths of consciousness one after another, and then are slowly washed away.

    "Those are all the memory residues left behind by him in the process of devouring different spiritual bodies. He originally thought it was nothing, but now it seems that it is a huge hidden danger that makes him suffer endlessly.

    After a long time, Matsumoto slumped out of the exchange room.

    ¡°I can¡¯t, this feeling is coming again!¡±

    As soon as he came into the special rules of space, as his body gradually materialized and the feeling of flesh and blood gradually emerged, Matsumoto felt pain everywhere in his body, just like being punched by a hundred and eighty strong men.  The feeling of soreness, numbness and itching in the buttocks came one after another, which was extremely painful.

    All other pains are bearable. After all, Matsumoto is also a person who crawled out of a mountain of blood and corpses. Some small pains can still be endured, but the kind of soreness and numbness gushing out from the bones.  The feeling made him grimace for a long time and it was so unbearable that he had to press and rub his kidneys for a long time, sweating profusely, before he felt much better.

    I feel like an insensitive old patient in a nursing home, my whole body is broken

    He stood alone in the empty courtyard, looking at the few withered leaves on the green trees, feeling unspeakable frustration in his heart. There was an idiom to describe his feeling at this time, which was called "Want to Cry"  tears.

    The True Spirit Brand was formed, and he had only been in this infinite space for a few days. But as soon as he arrived in the space, based on his past actions and what he looked like, many contractors were so horrified that they wanted to run away.  The news reached almost everyone's ears immediately.

    In this infinite space, there are tens of thousands of residents of Pingyuan City, hundreds of Chinese contractors who died in his hands, and nearly a thousand fellow Neon people who died in his hands.  Believers, these people all want to sleep on his skin and eat his flesh, and swallow him whole alive.

    A person is walking alone in this infinite space where he is surrounded by enemies and everyone looks at him with weird eyes. If he doesn¡¯t have a little bit of courage, he will be scared to the point of peeing!

    Matsumoto Jiefu didn't care at all. Every movement of his almost perfect body was so relaxed, calm and calm. He looked at this magical space with an indescribable familiarity and comfort in his expression.

    It feels like he is the owner of this space.

    So much so that even though the other contractors wanted to kill him, they had to hold their breath and silence under his gaze, not even daring to take a breath.

    That kind of heavy and majestic momentum is simply suffocating!

    It wasn¡¯t until Matsumoto¡¯s figure gradually faded away that people couldn¡¯t wait to whisper to each other and start talking.

    "Why is the devil Matsumoto here too? He can fly! Should we hang out together in the future? Do we just shy away when we see him?"

    "He can also become a contractor? Doesn't it mean that he has a grudge against the owner of the space?"

    "Damn it, I died in the hands of this little devil at that time. Who formed a group with me to push him? Has anyone signed up?"

    Matsumoto listened to all kinds of similar remarks but turned a deaf ear to them. These cowardly guys were not in his eyes. His heart was filled with heroic passion at this time!

    I will get up from where I fell. Based on my experience, isn¡¯t it appropriate to play in this level of space?

    Becoming a god and becoming a saint is just around the corner!

    Just when Matsumoto was ambitious and wanted to do something big, his true spirit brand trembled, but he received a message from Milian City.

    This news made him feel like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and he was dumbfounded.

    "Matsumoto, according to our previous agreement, within one year of entering the space, you can upgrade your level at will. After one year, I will let you be resurrected once for free. During this period, if you face the problem of being trapped in the plot world,  Danger, you can be rescued once through the True Bright Brand, and the conditions for resurrection are automatically canceled. Do you still remember this agreement? I think you must be impatient to fight now, but out of recognition of your personal value, I want to  Let me tell you some bad news. Because you have swallowed too many spiritual bodies that are not purified enough, your soul now has accumulated too many impurities Originally, if you defeated me, it would not be difficult to make up for it.  , but now helloGo for it!  "

    After receiving the information from Miliancheng, Matsumoto instinctively felt that this should be a very big problem, but he did not expect that this problem would be so serious that it would shake his own foundation.

    After a systematic and comprehensive appraisal, Matsumoto realized that he was actually nearly terminally ill and that his soul had been seriously polluted. If he could not be effectively treated, he would die completely before he could reach the throne of God.  It¡¯s warped.

    With such a serious disease rooted deep in the soul, you can imagine how troublesome it is to treat, and how lingering and long-lasting the process is, which can make people want to die.

    The meager savings that came from the agreement with Milian City were quickly spent. Matsumoto's heart was filled with violent emotions, so much so that he rushed into the plot world every day and killed without mercy.  It attracted the attention of the will of the plane again and again, and the momentum became particularly terrifying.

    Every time he comes out of the plot world, he is covered in blood, and his murderous intent is so terrifying!

    In the eyes of others, his little life as a young man, Matsumoto Jiefu, was so pleasant. As soon as he returned to space, he would call several ladies back to have sex. Who knows the pain in his heart?

    That feeling was so painful that he couldn¡¯t express it to others. It was so terrible!

    After taking a deep breath, Matsumoto walked towards the door helplessly. It was important to make money by treating diseases, and he had to do another hard job.

    Matsumoto Jiefu feels that he has become the ace fighter of space now. He can give himself difficult tasks without fear of crushing me to death!

    On his last trip, Matsumoto was sent to a very deceiving neon mythical plane for research. Neon is said to have eight million gods, and any supernatural demons and ghosts will be revered and worshiped by people. Just imagine how many possibilities there are in this mythical plane.  Damn it, Matsumoto Jiefu had not entered that plane ten minutes before he encountered groups of monsters, floating spirits, dog gods, and hanging dead ghosts, which made Matsumoto's head big.

    If it weren¡¯t for the high rewards for these exclusive tasks, Matsumoto would have accepted it only after he was exhausted!

    ¡°Damn it, it¡¯s not that the cost of medical treatment is huge, how could Matsumoto tolerate such inhumane exploitation

    This is the true feeling of being dependent on others and having no control over yourself. Matsumoto is full of pride.

    Although he felt disappointed, he could not lose his face when he left the house. Matsumoto's face became sullen due to inertia, and he walked to the threshing floor under the glances of the contractors along the way.

    Just when he was about to step into a teleportation array, two people appeared in front of him.

    Matsumoto's eyelids twitched and he laughed out loud, "Okay, very good, Mieko, you actually have the courage to appear in front of me, you are really brave!"

    The familiar voice that sounded like gold and iron made the woman feel scared subconsciously.

    In front of her was the pale-faced Mieko Kaneda. She was wearing a simple and elegant kimono. She lowered her head and followed behind a young Nidan Hu Nihong. When she heard Matsumoto's laughter, she couldn't help but tremble.

    She bowed deeply subconsciously, but was in a daze for a moment. She didn¡¯t know what to say, so she lowered her head and said randomly, "Hai, Matsumoto-kun, long time no see! Mieko misses you very much!"

    "What are you afraid of? It's just a dead ghost! Miezi, don't you remember, you stabbed this bastard to death with your own hands! I have to say, he is really a jaw-dropping coward!"

    Rendanhu said something coldly, stretched out his big hand and hugged Miezi's slender waist, "Matsumoto, I heard that you have been seriously ill recently. You often shop in the market to buy some precious medicinal materials. You  Aren't you going to die completely? By the way, you are really well hidden. I have set up spies in many plot worlds but have not been able to find your ghost. As a famous big shot, you are too timid, right?"

    As he spoke, Rendan smiled infatuatedly, and caressed Miezi's erect breasts with his hands without concealing it. He said with a trace of cruel satisfaction, "Miezi used to be your lover. I have to say, you  The training is good and I feel comfortable using it. When I think about how many cuckolds I can personally put on for you every night, I feel like I have avenged my father. You damn bastard, my father once believed in it so devoutly.  You, serving you, you actually ate him!"

    Matsumoto listened expressionlessly as this Rendanhu tried every possible means to stir up his emotions. He didn't even feel a wave of emotion in his heart. He just kept sneering. He knew that this kid had the guts to come to him, so he must have laid a trap that he thought was perfect.  Ambush, but am I, Matsumoto, afraid of these losers?  Just a joke.

    He waved his hand and stopped Rendan¡¯s chattering.He said in that indifferent voice without caring, "I've killed idiots like your father, not even ten thousand, but eight thousand. Who knows which one you're talking about. Okay, boy, there's no way in this space."  Killing people, I guess you are also very anxious, let's go, I want to see what arrangement you can come up with to make you so confident. Could it be that you have buried five hundred swordsmen for me in a certain plot world?  ?¡±

    A glimmer of suspicion flashed in Rendanhu's eyes. He felt that something was wrong with this tuberculosis ghost. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, but then denied it. This guy is dead this time!

    "Matsumoto, I hope you can be like a samurai, so upright that everyone can do it!"

    As he spoke, he led the way, and with a flash of light, he was transported into a certain plot world.

    Before he woke up from the dizziness after the teleportation, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a bright red heart had been cut out!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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