As soon as these blood mist appeared, it seemed that there were some rules, and they all rushed to Mo Jianxin and merged into his body.

However, after the blood mist entered his body, Mo Jianxin's eyes gradually turned red, and the eyes that looked at the bandits, children, and women also turned into killing intent!

Before the woman could react to anything wrong, she was still begging him to save her child, and suddenly, at this time, the cold light flashed, and the woman's face had a shallow scar!

And that scar was caused by Mo Jianxin's broken sword!

Mo Jianxin, who is in 次 (rì), has a struggling god (qíng) in his eyes, and it turns out that after those scarlet blood mist entered his (shēn) body, there has always been a voice (yòu) guiding him.

"Killed... Kill them all... They're all acting... Like the sand pirates of the past... Look... Look... They were the sand pirates of the past... That kid... It's not a pity that he died... He's the child of a sand pirate... They're just acting... If you don't kill them, they'll kill you!"

Words like these had been intruding on Mo Jianxin's judgment, and those blood mist had made his murderous intent reach its peak at this time!

Finally, he couldn't control his consciousness anymore, and he slashed down again, but this time the target was indeed the kidnapping child!

Outside the ancient temple, in the attic where Ji Ling was

Ji Ling's face was a little pale at this time, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but at this time he showed a knowing smile, and after taking a pill, Ji Ling turned into a golden light and entered the Xuanyuan space Zheng

His steps were a little trembling, but they didn't seem to affect his heart at all, and he slowly walked in front of Jian Lao, and he said, "Master... In vain... The apprentice has done it, and I am here to report to the master, thank you for the teaching..."

However, before Ji Ling's words were finished, he fell in front of Jian Lao, fell asleep, looking at the scene in front of him, Jian Lao was a little stunned, slowly shook his head, and said with a smile:

"I, you, how can you do this step so quickly, it turns out that you are playing with your life again... I don't know how lazy you are, I think it's a little strange to go out as a teacher, you... There is a supreme-level monk who has just fallen asleep after his cultivation has not finished speaking..."

Looking at Ji Ling, who fell asleep and didn't hear what he said, Jian Lao shook his head helplessly, and then took him out of the Xuanyuan space, settled him on (chuáng), covered him with a quilt, and fed him an elixir, and then returned to the Xuanyuan space.

Inside the ancient temple

Seeing that he was holding the broken sword in his hand, not controlled by himself at all, and was about to stab the child's body, Mo Jianxin hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, and took advantage of the little clarity that he had recovered in an instant, and shifted the broken sword away from the child.

However, in the next second, it was still blood splashing, but the target became the robber who held the boy hostage!

Just after the sword in Mo Jianxin's hand pierced the robber's heart, the surrounding blood light finally disappeared in an instant, and his long-lost Qingming also returned to his brain...

Before Mo Jianxin could make any moves, the women and children in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the scene changed back to the ruined ancient temple.

As Mo Jianxin gradually frowned and clenched the broken sword in his hand, the ancient temple suddenly began to shake violently, and gradually the entire ancient temple turned into flying ashes, raising a thick layer, forming an extremely strong contrast with the pure white on this snowfield!

And what is even more dazzling than this contrast is that in the center of the layer of fly ash, there is an inky black long sword, the long sword has no other color except ink black, but this black looks extremely noble and indifferent, and the killing contains vitality!

Mo Jianxin put his broken sword in his left hand, and slowly walked forward, looking at the ink-black long sword in front of him, Mo Jianxin's heart was a little warmer.

He slowly drew his sword, as if feeling its breath......

Gradually, he closed his eyes, and he saw the heart of the sword as if he were present at this moment (shēn......

This is a peach forest, a peach orchard like a fairyland, the pink peach blossom petals gradually fall on the stream with the breeze, and in Mo Jianxin's world, the rare fragrance of birds and flowers gradually came to his ears with the breeze.

This gentle feeling made him want to linger here, stop at this moment forever...

However, his enjoyment did not last long, and the peach orchard became a battlefield for monks again!

In an instant, the battle in front of him was full of blood and rain, and the sword light, sword shadow and magic illusion enveloped the entire world!

In the blink of an eye, many enemies shouted and killed Mo Jianxin, who had not yet reacted to this instantaneous change!

Mo Jianxin, who was already a little peaceful in his heart, couldn't help but be aroused by the enemy in front of him, he quickly put his broken sword into the storage magic weapon, his eyes flashed with an extremely fierce and terrifying murderous aura, and he held the long sword and went towards the crowd to cover up......

Mo Jianxin himself didn't know how long this battle lasted, but he only knew that his shēn had been soaked in the blood of the enemy, and his shēn had a lot of new wounds......

As time passed, he felt tired for a while, but there were still so many enemies in front of him that it seemed that he couldn't kill them no matter how much he killed......

I don't know how long it took, Mo Jianxin, who had become tired and weak because of the war, finally fell in a pool of blood, and the last scene he saw was an enemy general slashing at him with a big knife......

"Whew... Suck... Call... Suck... Call... Suck it"

Mo Jianxin gasped as he looked at the ink-black long sword in his hand, however, he fell into the environment that the long sword had created for him

From a bird's-eye perspective, he looked at the battle over the battlefield full of corpses.

No one came to clean the battlefield, and no one came to collect the corpses, and only time was there to clean up the battlefield.

Year after year passed like this, and this battlefield began its vicissitudes of change, gradually sometimes a breeze and sometimes a storm, blowing the sand and burying these bones deep in the ground, (chūn) to autumn, autumn to (chūn), time is constantly passing, and this battlefield is no longer the slightest bit of what it was back then......

This one, there is a man here, and this man's appearance is exactly the same as Mo Jianxin!

He was wearing a black robe, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he dug out a large number of tree pits, and then he took out a bag of seeds from the storage magic weapon and scattered them evenly on each tree pit, and then he moved his fingers slightly to fill in the tree pits again. When he had done this, he smiled and turned (shēn) away.

After a few years, the seeds finally grew into saplings, and they swayed in the wind, as if telling the beauty of life......

Seven or eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and finally, these saplings have become big trees, and here, it has also become a peach forest......