Chapter Ninety-Seven: Contempt for the Heavens
War!
War!
War, only war!
The path of a cultivator is like this, there is no mercy, as long as it is an opponent, as long as it is an enemy, after encountering, there is only one battle!
You live and die, and you don't die.
If you want to survive, there is only one way to go, and that is to defeat your opponent and survive yourself.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
There was no anger, only the murderous aura with high fighting intent boiling, whether it was Yang Ning, or the soul chaser, or even those beasts and demon beasts, no one flinched, trying their best to destroy the opponent.
Yang Ning is not qualified to retreat, he has only one way, defeat the opponent and survive by himself.
The monk's path is so cruel, there are no shortcuts, no skills, only real battles, only relying on their own strength to defeat the opponent and let themselves live without limits.
As for the soul chasers, they can retreat, if they are determined to leave, Yang Ning will definitely not be able to destroy them one by one.
However, they will not retreat, in their hearts, Mu Tianci is their heaven, the god in their hearts, as long as Mu Tianci does not let them retreat, they have to fight until they all die.
Because, they are Deadpool, and their lives do not belong to themselves, but to Mu Tianci.
And those beasts and demon beasts can't retreat, because they were originally captured here for the soul chasers to practice, and the surrounding area has already laid a net against them, even if they retreat at this time, it is impossible to get away at all, they will also be chased back, and then killed one by one.
Moreover, this level of battle, the blood that flew out, etc., had already aroused the bloodiness of the beasts, let them leave, they would not, this is the instinct of the beast, the difference between the beast and the human.
Even those demon beasts that had cultivated to perfection were also aroused by the beastly nature hidden in their souls, and it was impossible for them to leave halfway.
Besides, although they were caught here for the soul chasers to practice, they were tools for soul chasers. But, for them, how can the soul chasers not be?
The path of cultivation was originally a blood-stained path, made of blood and white bones, and there was no distinction between humans and beasts.
But all living beings who embark on this path have only one way, to defeat their opponents, to make themselves stronger, and to keep themselves alive.
"Kill!"
"Roar!"
The roar echoed between the heavens and the earth, the blood was rolling, and the sun in the sky seemed to have been obscured by the blood that rose to the sky, and although the golden sunlight was far away, it could not penetrate this rich bloody qi.
"The road of cultivation is long, and those who stand in my way will die!"
Yang Ning's voice was extremely indifferent, and every word turned into a force, echoing in the heavens and the earth, stirring in people's hearts, like a boulder, hitting people's hearts fiercely, making everyone feel like a lightning strike, and everyone felt that they couldn't breathe.
"Who the hell are you?"
Someone was asking again.
Yang Ning is too strong, the same Divine Realm, but crushing all their people in the Divine Realm, this is a group beating, seven or eight people beat Yang Ning alone, all of them are in the same realm, but they are not Yang Ning's opponents at all, and they were killed by Yang Ning, two of them.
Although Yang Ning was also injured, compared to the other party's casualties, it was simply insignificant.
In the same realm, and it was a few people who beat one person, but killed two of them, and injured several people, and got a little injured, what's the big deal?
The path of cultivation, the road of blood, the cruel road, paved with white bones and blood, is often accompanied by the withering of life, like the fallen leaves of the dusk, every moment, every moment, there are monks falling, there is life withering.
War!
Since you are fighting, how can you not get hurt?
Since it is a war, how can it not die?
What cannot be avoided is only to face it and be calm, otherwise, you will definitely lose.
The path ahead for a cultivator is dark, a place where the sun can't shine at all, but whoever steps into the cultivation world, can only move forward towards the darkness without hesitation, there is no way back, if you retreat, others will step on your bones and become a stepping stone for those who come after.
This is the cruel path of cultivation.
So, don't say that Yang Ning is just injured, even if he is dead now, there is nothing to say, after all, he has killed two people and injured several people, and he has already won.
Fortunately, he is still alive, and being alive means that he is not very miserable, and he can bear it.
Shout!
Yang Ning's body is like electricity, like lightning, like that ghostly travel, fast to the extreme.
Bang!
One of them was blown away by his punch, and suddenly the long sword in his other hand swept through, taking away the head of a man.
Blood, splashed high.
He is fearless, his eyes are firm, his whole person is extremely serious, he does not say a word, he does not smile, like a war machine, crisscrossing the battlefield, invincible.
"Ah......h
Someone screamed and screamed in pain, and was cut off by Yang Ning's sword, and the whole person immediately withered.
Practitioners are also human beings, and they will also bleed and feel pain, even if they are strong-willed, and if they lose their arms, they will have a temporary loss of concentration or blankness.
This, it is enough to be fatal!
Yang Ning would not let go of this opportunity at all, and a sword stabbed out, surrounded by sword light, and directly cut off the person's head.
The seven enemies of the Divine Realm, without half a burnt incense, had already killed three people, and the remaining four people, with frightened faces, looked at Yang Ning like a monster, feeling that their worldview had completely collapsed, this is an impossible thing, but now it is really happening in front of you, this kind of shock is incomprehensible.
People who win more with less and fight beyond the level have been known since ancient times.
However, after all, this kind of person is only a minority, and in the small Qingzhou Mansion, such people are rare, and only a limited number of people can do it. For example, Mu Tianci, the master of soul chasing, can do it. However, Yang Ning is just unknown, how can he do it?
I can't figure it out, when did Qingzhou Mansion produce such a powerful figure?
"I am the king of men, and I should kill all the enemies in the world!"
Yang Ning's voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the blood-colored sky that was dyed red by evil qi suddenly darkened at this time. The oppressive aura was pervasive, and a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, accurately blasting towards the top of Yang Ning's head.
Yang Ning felt something, suddenly raised his head, punched out, and shouted: "Thief God, do you want to take me?
Rumble!
The fist light collided with the thunder, and the terrifying energy spread out, impacting the enemies around Yang Ning, and everyone couldn't help but retreat one after another, looking at the man standing between heaven and earth in horror, his eyes were full of shock.
How powerful is this?
I don't even care about God, who else can I be?
This man is invincible!