When Wen Yiming stood in front of Hong Zheng again, the life on the stake had been ended by ice, except for a few soldiers, a full fifty-two women, girls and children. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had never felt that killing people was so difficult, and every time he waved his hand to wipe his throat, he felt the breath in his body rushing around, and Zhenyuan was completely uncontrollable and wandered around his limbs.

The aura that had accumulated in his heart seemed to be growing in geometric multiples, devoured by the murderous aura that filled his body greedily, making him gradually unable to suppress it, as if those killing intent were about to be squeezed out of the pores around him to form a substance.

He can only forcibly operate the selfless mind method to suppress those uncontrolled killing intent, and once it is released, I am afraid that it will be discovered by the commanders of the military generals.

There were no tears in Hong Zheng's eyes, and some were only grateful with hatred, which was very contradictory.

"Thank you!" Hong Zheng said sincerely, but it burst out from between his teeth.

"Let's go!" Wen Yiming waved his hand and paused, letting the bubbling hot blood flow down his hand, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

He wanted to laugh, but his face seemed to be stiff, twitching the corners of his mouth but unable to pull his facial muscles, looking weird and hideous.

Amon and the others were stunned on the spot, and they saw at a glance that Wen Yiming was abnormal, and then found that fifty-two women and girls were silent, and seven soldiers also hung their heads and swallowed, and Wen Yiming's ice was still cut on Hong Zheng's neck, and blood splashed down Wen Yiming's elbow like a thin thread on the ground.

Sixty unarmed wasted captives, all of them were killed, and it was their boss who did it!

They could see that Wen Yiming was suffering greatly and suffering, but they couldn't say anything to consol him.

Zhong Xiaoshan had just arrived at the scene with Yiqing, and Yiqing, who was letting go of her hand, suddenly stopped, her big flickering eyes instantly rose with a touch of fright, and she shrank behind Zhong Xiaoshan, leaving only a small head exposed, looking at the hideous Wen Yiming with some strangeness.

Focusing on the automatic opening, Wen Yiming's heart was blank, but it seemed to be filled with something, and he couldn't calm down.

He put away the ice dagger and stood in front of a row of dejected corpses for almost ten minutes, then looked at his teammates who were coming, nodded slightly, and led everyone to dive towards the hidden mountain path pointed out by Hong Zheng.

In addition to the battlefield and barracks, the people of the Shadow Legion are as casual as ordinary people, especially after winning the battle, the superiors never restrain the soldiers below, burning, killing, plundering, and slaughtering the city as if it is a rule that has been handed down for a long time, which is very normal.

And when it was ugly, it was when they had passed the excitement and entered a deep sleep, except for a few wolf guards on duty at night, wandering listlessly, drinking wine and chatting around a bonfire, and there was silence everywhere.

Wen Yiming and the others dived all the way down the mountain without experiencing any thrills, and it only took an hour.

Taking advantage of the dawn, everyone continued to hurry, and they were not injured much when they tackled the problem, Ruyun Duo and Yue Qimei were even more intact, but they were too nervous and frightened, and their physical strength was too great.

Wen Yiming opened the aura of concentration within a range of three hundred meters, and when he noticed that he was emotionally stable, he shared the two concentrations with Amon and Saiyaren, and without saying a word along the way, his body naturally exuded a coldness, which was more of a anger that made people want to stay away.

When entering the morning, the sky turned white on a winter night in northern Xinjiang, and Wen Yiming forcibly suppressed the restless mood and recalled the map route of northern Xinjiang.

Hong Zheng said that let them go to Yongming Pass, which is a righteous force that can compete with the Shadow Legion, the Lion and Tiger Journey. According to the normal route of the map, you need to return to the official road from this place to pass through two cities, and then arrive at the main city of Crazy Shadow, Demon Rock City, and then pass through the barren battlefield to enter Yongming Pass.

It stands to reason that with his current assets, he can go to the nearest city, then take a flying mount to Magic Rock City, and then turn to walk to Yongming Pass. He chose a small road, although it was difficult to walk, but the route was much shorter, and the most important thing was that they were now deserters, and they did not dare to take the official road at all.

After three hours of hurrying, he has been fleeing at high speed since he got off Yutang Mountain, and he has never rested. Saiyaren had been serving as a scout in front of the team, and at this time he found a relatively hidden mountain stream as a place to rest.

sat on the ground at will, took out dry food to replenish physical strength, and then silently meditated and cultivated to recover the consumed true yuan.

In order to prevent emergencies, it is necessary to maintain abundant energy and state at any time.

Only Wen Yiming did not recover from cultivation, he couldn't calm down, his body was always filled with a sense of anger, he knew very well that cultivation in this state was easy to go mad.

A quarter of an hour later, when Wen Yiming got up, everyone knew that they were ready to go, and they stood up, but they saw Wen Yiming suddenly look at the depths of the mountain stream and dense forest in front of him, frowning slightly, and a strong aura of evil breath came out of itself.

"Boss, what's the situation?" Sai Yaren didn't know why, when he was resting just now, Wen Yiming put away his aura of concentration, and he didn't know about the situation around him.

Wen Yiming had just turned on the aura of concentration when he was about to continue his journey, and before he could share it with Amon and Saiyaren, he found a stunning woman in silver and light armor in the dense forest in the distance, standing on a moss-covered boulder, bowing her head and stroking the frost-like short sword in her hand.

"Chu Yarou!"

At the same time as Wen Yi let out a sound, the turf under his feet exploded, and the wind took off and shot out, and the dragon spear in his hand was diagonally behind him, and the strong evil aura instantly and invisibly swirled around the dragon lance.

Everyone was shocked, Zhen Yuan mentioned it and followed, but they didn't sacrifice their blades, Chu Yarou and they had all seen it, the cultivation of the second layer of the Great Martial Arts couldn't even make a move in the hands of the boss.

Zhong Xiaoshan is extremely fast, but he is the only one who knows Chu Yarou's strength, Wen Yiming's mood has been unstable for three hours, and if he is careless, it is easy to capsize in the gutter.

Wen Yiming couldn't control the strong desire to kill in his heart, and wiped out the lives of fifty-two innocent ordinary people with his own hands, like a poisonous lead iron pressing on his heart, bringing endless chaos and chaos to spread all over his body.

Three hundred meters was close in less than five steps under the outbreak of the wind step, and when Chu Yarou raised his head, Wen Yiming was already nearly fifty meters.

The short sword was hidden in the cuffs, she chuckled silently, and the afterimage on the bluestone was still the same as the crushing under her feet.

Wen Yiming did not break out any skills except for the wind step, and the second floor of the Great Martial Arts was a matter of one shot, and he directly shook his hand and shot out of the gun nearly fifty meters.

He suddenly realized that when the secret path was not good, the dragon spear had blasted away the afterimage.

Putting away the gun, Zhenyuan turned wildly, leaned over and slid out, Wen Yiming was shocked into a cold sweat, and he felt a cold feeling on his waist without looking down.

Chu Yarou stood five meters beside Wen Yiming with an expressionless face, and the short sword disappeared into the cuff again.

Wen Yiming touched his waist and abdomen, and his chaotic emotions seemed to be dispelled a little by fright, and the clothes around his waist had been cut and shredded, and he was almost cut into two pieces on the spot.

"You've already killed them, why are you leaving?

Chu Ya's soft voice is like mountain stream spring water, clear and gentle, but full of undoubtedness.

Wen Yiming shook his head and was silent, focusing on the aura that had converged to the range of 100 meters, secretly frightened, in addition to Chu Yarou's combat power, he also felt incredible at the masters of his generation who had appeared in the past few days.

Long Xiuzhu has already made him admire, but he is the same way, a fierce fighting style, this is his strength, he is not afraid at all, and Chu Yarou's body is weird, fast as the wind, and his reaction is amazing, it is completely a yin and evil fighting style, and in just one move, it can be seen that his combat power is not under Long Xiuzhu.

"The two best wolf attack squads have arrived on the Wind Shadow Beast, now come back with me and make sure you're okay!" Chu Yarou's words made Zhong Xiaoshan and the others who rushed over change color.

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