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[I am willing to make a life and death contract with you, even if I am reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes, I can meet again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info So Yan Lu, for my sake, stick to the right path. One day, I will stand with you in the sun and accept the admiration of the world......]

The aftermath was in my ears, but the little mushroom was gone. Even if he is admired by thousands of people, what is the point of leaving him alone?

The catastrophe came, the Divine Monarch was born, bathed in the golden light, but the demonic aura surged in his eyes.

Looking down at the group of cultivators on the ground who looked up at him, Yan Lu was in the divine realm, his heart was in the demon cave, and the blood of the thief of desire to kill was boiling. The golden light covered the sky, the magnificent power filled the land, the fierce killing intent swept in all directions, the sound of wailing and sorrow came one after another, and the blood bloomed like fireworks.

Little Mushroom tried his best to get on the right path and become a god, but he didn't know that as long as he had demons in his heart, the world would be hell.

Yan Lu's eyes were filled with blood, and the realm of Tongshen, which had just been promoted, fell back into the mortal dust in the frenzied killing.

The cultivators were slaughtered, a large number of masters fell one after another, and the cultivation realm was greatly injured after this battle, and I am afraid that it will not be able to recover within a hundred years. However, this is only the beginning of the nightmare. Although Yan Lu's realm was greatly damaged, his strength was still the same, even stronger than before. He slaughtered everywhere in the cultivation realm, and the first thing he bore the brunt of was the Xiuzhen sect that directly caused the death of the little mushroom in the first place, and hundreds of other cultivation sects, large and small, were also wiped out by him one by one.

The entire cultivation realm was completely plunged into a bloody period in which everyone was in danger. Combining the power of all the masters, they can't compete with Yan Lu, who has the strength of the Divine Monarch. Just when everyone was desperate, Yan Lu, who was called the "God of Killing", suddenly disappeared......

Before you know it, fifty years of silence have passed in a hurry.

In a small snow-covered city, a man lies motionless on the side of the road, his body almost buried by the snow, revealing only a few strands of tousled hair and dirty arms.

The door of a nearby shop was opened, and the shopkeeper walked out of it, caught a glimpse of the figure on the ground, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Bad luck." ”

He walked over and kicked a few times, trying to see if he was dead. As a result, he shrunk his body, and then stopped moving.

"If you're not dead, get out of the way, don't affect my business!" The shopkeeper kicked him down the stairs rudely with a hard foot.

The man moved on the ground a few times, then slowly stood up, a large cloud of snow falling from him, a messy hair covering half of his face, and a tattered garment draped haphazardly, revealing a strong muscle. A pair of bare feet stepped on the snow, leaving deep footprints.

The shopkeeper didn't expect this "beggar" to be so burly, standing up a head taller than him, which made people feel a little frightened. However, he didn't bother the store, and just walked away silently.

The shopkeeper waited for him to go away before he snorted disdainfully.

A group of children ran past the roadside, pinching the snow and playing with each other, and when they passed by the "beggar", they grabbed the snow and threw it at him, and some of the children even threw stones without hesitation.

The stone hit the "beggar" with a crackling sound, but as if he did not feel pain, he let the child chase and insult until he walked out of the city, away from the hustle and bustle.

He walked aimlessly in a blanket of snow, like a wandering spirit, feeling no tiredness, no hunger, no passing of time.

No one would have thought that he was the god-killing Yan Kill who washed the Cultivation Realm in blood and made people fearful. Fifty years ago, because of excessive killing, Yan Slaughter's heart was deeply demonic, causing his strength to backlash, becoming muddy, occasionally sober, occasionally confused, wandering alone in the world, walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and suffering ridicule and humiliation.

"Bastard, what kind of thing is Lu Qin! Relying on the support of the master and commanding us, do you really think you are amazing? Three men in Tsing Yi came from the mountains, and one of them was a man with a long sword on his back and scolded angrily.

"The master is eccentric, in terms of talent, which of us is worse than him?" Another diminutive man chimed in.

Finally, the man with two whiskers sneered: "What's the use of us complaining here? Finding a way to improve your strength is the right way. ”

At that moment, the short man suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the woods next to him, where a man in ragged clothes was sitting.

"What's so nice about a beggar?" The man with the long sword on his back asked curiously.

The short man gestured, "Is he wearing a storage ring on his finger?" ”

The other two turned their heads and saw that the beggar was wearing a delicate storage ring.

"Ha, when did the storage ring become so cheap that even beggars had it?" The man with the sword strode towards the man, grabbed his wrist and prepared to take the storage ring off.

Yan Lu woke up and clenched his fists, desperately trying to prevent him from taking his ring.

"If you know each other, call out the ring!" The man with the sword stomped on his chest, trying to remove the ring with brute force. For some cultivators with inferior character, ordinary mortals were like ants in their eyes, not to mention that the person in front of them was still a humble beggar.

"Haha, can you do it?" The short man next to him sneered.

"Would you like to help?" The bearded man looked at him for a long time.

The man with the sword on his back was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and when he saw that the beggar didn't know how to lift it, his heart was ruthless, and he suddenly took out the long sword on his back, and the silver light flashed and slashed straight at Yan Lu's arm.

Boom! The sharp long sword was unexpectedly bounced away, and Yan Lu's arm did not even have a trace of scarring.

The three of them were stunned by this scene, with a look of surprise on their faces.

"What's going on?" The short man couldn't help but take a step back, looking vigilantly at Yan Lu on the ground.

The bearded man pondered for a moment and guessed, "I guess this person has either taken some kind of elixir, or he has been refined into a furnace by someone. In either case, looking at his current appearance, he is no different from a wasted person. ”

After hearing this, the man with the sword on his back sneered: "Since this is the case, then let us give him a ride, so that he will not continue to suffer in the world." ”

As he spoke, he sacrificed his sword again, using his spiritual power to stab him in the heart. In an instant, blood splattered, and Yan Lu fell to the ground.

The man with the sword grabbed his wrist and tried to remove the ring, only to find that his fist was still clenched tightly, and he had no intention of letting go.

"Rub, it's tough." The man with the sword swung his sword for the third time, cutting off his arm mercilessly, and it took a lot of effort to remove the ring.

Yan Lu curled up in a pool of blood, grabbed the leg of the man with the sword with his other intact arm, and tried to snatch the ring back, and at the same time let out a hoarse voice from his mouth: "I...... Target...... Still...... To give...... I ......"

"Get out of here!" The man with the sword kicked him away and spat in disgust.

"Let's see if there's any treasure in this ring." The short man urged, "Okay, those who see it have a share." ”

"Okay." The man with the sword on his back broke the prohibition of the ring, and used his spiritual sense to scan around it, and then his face showed an expression of "sun dog".

"What's wrong?" The other two hurriedly came over.

"See for yourselves!" The man with the sword on his back angrily threw the ring at them.

The two of them used their spiritual senses to explore, and then they were stunned at the same time, in the huge storage space, there were not heavenly treasures and fairy grass spiritual weapons, but countless ...... Mushroom.

Just when the three of them were stunned, a strong murderous aura suddenly came from behind them, and then the neck was cold, and the three heads flew high, and in the blink of an eye, only three headless corpses were left standing upright.

Covered in blood, Yan Lu slowly walked up to them and took his ring back with a blank expression. Scarlet blood continued to flow from his chest and severed arm, and he was trying to heal, but his short-lived clear mind was confused again at this time.

Yan Lu looked at his wounds, then at the ring on his hand, and then hobbled towards the depths of the jungle, leaving a trail of blood along the way.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, an hour, two hours...... Yan Lu walked for a day and a night, and the blood also flowed for a day and a night, and finally he was exhausted and fell to the ground.

In the haze of consciousness, as if he saw a white shadow, he trembled and stretched out his hand, trying to touch it, but his arm fell weakly.

In front of his finger, a small white mushroom stood quietly.

He killed all the people in the world, and his hands were full of blood, only to realize in the end that he just wanted to own a small mushroom......