"Master, you must believe in the flames, this time I will definitely become Suzaku, and you will be the first person in this world to obtain the Vermilion Bird Divine Body. ”

Seeing that Ling Ye didn't believe it, Agni Huo was in a hurry on the spot, and excitedly screamed at the male duck's throat.

"I believe that you will have eternal life? Do you think you are Brother Chun! This is clearly a pyramid scheme, Agni, you don't learn what you want, how can you learn these unethical things. ”

The doubts in Ling Ye's eyes were even thicker, he was not a three-year-old child, he would be deceived by Agni's empty words.

"Dear master, you don't believe that Agni can be, you must at least believe in yourself! You have a unique upgraded martial soul from ancient times to the present, coupled with Agni's thousands of years of experience and knowledge, as long as there are no accidents, your future is bright, and it is okay to be crowned emperor and emperor, is it not a problem that the master has no confidence in himself at all." ”

Agni looked flattering and slapped his ass.

"This can be had, although you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and you are a waste material, it is useless, but this master is indeed a generation of Tianjiao, and sooner or later it will rise, very good, Agni, what you said is very good, I will take you to upgrade in the future, and let you become a Suzaku." ”

Ling Ye nodded with a look of deep approval on his face.

"Master, you are right to think so, let's get out of here! I always feel that Old Ghost Lin is not dead, hiding in some corner and staring at me, which makes me chill. ”

Finally fooling Ling Ye, Agni wiped the sweat from his forehead and urged.

"What's the hurry! The master also passed on to me the inheritance of the way of killing, it is quiet here, just to comprehend the way of killing, and it is not too late to leave after I have completed my enlightenment. ”

Ling Ye groaned slightly, and said without any hurry.

"Okay then, master, you understand the way of killing, I'll take Xiao Yijiao to the hall outside to play!"

As he spoke, the fire grabbed the little winged Jiao with one claw, flapped its fiery red wings, and flew towards the outside of the stone cave.

"Agni this guy, it's really climbing high and stepping low, before he saw that I only had a yellow-level second-grade martial soul, he desperately mocked me, and now he saw that I had amazing potential, and immediately changed his attitude, but that's fine, otherwise Agni will be chattering all day long, and his ears will be calloused. ”

Ling Ye looked at the back of the flame and muttered to himself.

The next moment, Ling Ye sat cross-legged again and began to comprehend the way of killing.

Not only did Agni boast the first attack power of the way of killing, but even Shizun specially passed on his way of killing, which shows that the way of killing is indeed extraordinary.

Ling Ye had a faint expectation in his heart, and he checked his information about the way of killing in the Sea of Divine Sense.

There is no written description of the way of killing, only five scrolls.

Every picture scroll was extremely bloody, corpses were all over the field, terrifying, and at a glance, it made people have a fierce and tyrannical killing intent in their minds, as if they were going to invade the sea of consciousness, making him become a murderous demon king, which made Ling Ye feel shocked and didn't dare to look at it again.

The first picture scroll was okay, Ling Ye was still able to control himself, but in the next few picture scrolls, one by one, the killing intent was heavier than the other, making Ling Ye unable to control himself at all.

"These paintings should be gradual, and you can only look at one picture scroll at a time. ”

With this in mind, Ling Ye immediately put away the other scrolls and only looked at the first scroll.

The picture scroll is one zhang long and three feet wide, unfolded, like purgatory on earth, a swordsman with a long sword with scarlet eyes, like a demon king, killing the enemy in blood, not knowing the tiredness at all, killing thousands of people in an instant.

The blood flowed like a river, the corpses were all over the field, like a purgatory on earth, and the swordsman was scattered and stood on the mountain of corpses, standing straight, like a javelin, holding a long sword, piercing the sky, as if he wanted to declare war on the sky.

The swordsman gives people a momentum that although tens of millions of people are going to die, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, and the killing intent is extremely strong.

Seeing this, Ling Ye's face was extremely pale, and he couldn't bear the killing intent in the picture scroll at all, that killing intent permeated from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and even the smell of blood could be smelled, which made people feel sick.

If it weren't for Ling Ye's divine consciousness reaching the peak of the Martial Sect, I am afraid that he would not be able to support him to see the whole picture scroll at all, and when he saw half of it, his mind was damaged, and he was seriously injured and vomited blood.

The first volume of the Killing Scroll shows no moves, it is completely an artistic conception, an indomitable momentum, killing in all directions, even if the blood is flowing, it is not unremitting.

Although the swordsman was holding a sharp sword, he was more like an unsheathed sword, revealing a sharp sword aura and murderous aura all over his body, giving people a sense of irresistibility.

Ling Ye stared at the first scroll of the killing picture, hoping to understand the momentum and artistic conception of the swordsman.

If he can integrate this indomitable, although the momentum of tens of millions of people into his marksmanship, the Xingyi boxing marksmanship will multiply the power and kill all directions, and he can deal with the killing intent from all sides indifferently and defeat them one by one in the face of killing intent from all sides at the Demon Hunting Festival.

The next moment, Ling Ye seemed to enter the Killing Scroll 1 and turned into a swordsman, but what he held in his hand was a gun, a bright silver spear made of stainless steel

The tip of the gun is as cold as iron, and the edge is exposed, giving people a feeling of falling into an ice cellar, cold and piercing.

A blood moon hung high in the sky, and the entire sky was reflected in scarlet, which was terrifying.

In a long and narrow valley, Ling Ye held a bright silver spear and faced thousands of troops.

Countless soldiers and horses were dressed in black armor and armed with spears and knives.

The spear is like a forest, the long knife is sharp, and a killing aura arises spontaneously and spreads.

"Kill!"

A loud shout was like thunder on the ground.

Stomp and tread.

Thousands of troops and horses started one after another, and the thousands of horses slammed on the ground, making a muffled sound like a drum, like thunder, knocking on Ling Ye's heart, making his blood boil.

Shouting to kill the sky, the sword light flickered, and Ling Ye was not afraid in the face of thousands of troops and horses.

Woohoo.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, one after another, endlessly.

Before the iron cavalry could resist, thousands of black arrows shot up into the sky, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, shooting towards Ling Ye like flying locusts, as if they wanted to shoot Ling Ye into a sieve on the spot.

"Hahaha!

Ling Ye's eyes showed a fierce battle intent, as if he had turned into a swordsman who had slaughtered a thousand armies, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.

With that, Ling Ye immediately rushed out with a bright silver spear in his hand, and the bright silver spear in his hand danced wildly, like a silver plate, reflecting the scarlet moonlight, and also bouncing off countless black arrows, making a crackling sound.

After three bursts of arrows, the heavily armed iron cavalry in full armor had already rushed to a few feet in front of Ling Ye, as if a rapid charge could crush Ling Ye's body and crush Ling Ye into a meat patty.

Ling Ye was not afraid, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his eyes glowed with a bewitching red light, like a swordsman in the first scroll of killing.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Ling Ye shouted three times and rushed straight into the heavy iron horse.

A startling scene happened.

The knights originally thought that Ling Ye would be hit by the heavily armed iron cavalry and fly to vomit blood, but Ling Ye held a bright silver spear and shot at the knight who rushed first.

Boom.

A deafening loud bang rang out, mixed with screams and the neighing of horses.

The knight and the horse could not withstand the force of the bright silver spear, and were beaten to the ground on the spot, and were crushed by the heavy cavalry that followed them, and were crushed into meat cakes on the spot, and they could not die again.

And Ling Ye rose into the sky with the help of the power of the anti-shock, rising to a height of several zhang in the air, narrowly avoiding the crushing of the heavily armed iron horseman.

"In heaven, everyone wait for him to come down and shoot him to death!"

Followed by the heavily armed soldiers, forming a phalanx, holding fine iron spears, piercing the sky, spears like a forest, no matter how Ling Ye fell, it was impossible to escape death.

Seeing this, Ling Ye showed a strange smile on his face, and then fell straight down with a free fall movement.

Ling Ye naturally wouldn't sit still, he clenched the bright silver spear with both hands, and kept sweeping the diagonal pick, sending out one spear after another.

Woohoo.

The scarlet spear burst out of the air, making a rapid and brief sound of breaking the air.

The spear slashed down with overwhelming momentum, and wherever it passed, the heads of the fine iron spears were not swept away.

In an instant, the cold and icy spear forest was devoid of spear heads, like a tiger without fangs.

"Retreat!"

At the sound of the order, the heavily armored soldiers retreated like a tide, in unison.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

Ling Ye landed steadily on the ground, and the aftermath of the collision rippled in all directions, spreading out, setting off a violent wave of qi that swept in all directions.

For a time, the sand flew away, covering the sky and the sun.

Ling Ye's body stood straight, like a pine and cypress on the edge of a cliff, towering and straight, piercing the sky, black hair dancing wildly in the wind, purple robe hunting, eyes scarlet like blood, like a young killing god, exuding a cold killing aura, which made people shudder.

"Sword and shield soldiers, up!"

The sword and shield soldiers in black armor held a shield in one hand and a fine iron steel knife in the other, and they surrounded Ling Ye from all directions.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, Ling Ye didn't wait for the shield soldiers to come together, and rushed into the crowd with lightning speed with a bright silver spear in his hand.

The spear dance is impermeable, and the water can't be splashed.

The shadow of the gun flickered, the sword light and the shadow of the sword, and the sound of gold and iron clashing came and went, endlessly.

Wherever Ling Ye passed, there was an extra hole the size of a bowl at the mouth of the sword and shield soldiers, and blood flowed out, and the earth quickly converged into a river of blood.

The sword and shield soldiers were not afraid of death, and kept rushing over, and the corpses were piled up more and more, like a small hillside.

Ling Ye was covered in blood, holding a bright silver spear, standing on top of the corpse mountain, his eyes were scarlet, like a murderous demon king.

Seeing that Ling Ye could not be captured, the sword and shield soldiers also retreated like a tide.

"Archer! ready!"

Hundreds of zhang away, the archers were wound up in a phalanx, drawing their bows, and the movements were like flowing water in the same go, all in one go.

"Put!"

Woohoo.

The sound of breaking the air is loud.

Countless dense black arrows shot up into the sky, like flying locusts, covering the sky and the sun, and after flying past the highest point, they shot towards Ling Ye with an unstoppable momentum.

"Good time!

Ling Ye shouted, did not retreat, but advanced, with an arrow step, he rose to the sky in the face of the rain of arrows, and the bright silver spear in his hand danced impermeable, and the water could not be splashed.

Sonorous.

The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, but he couldn't get close to Ling Ye's body.