Time is gone, all things are reincarnated, life and death are vicissitudes, and the wheel is impermanent.

They don't have the foundation that immortal cultivators should have, they just let people forcibly inject spiritual power into their bodies, these spiritual powers can give them powerful power for a short time, greatly enhance their physical fitness, and even let some ordinary people without spiritual roots use immortal arts. But when these things that don't belong to them overtake their bodies, it will scorch their internal organs, and before long, these people will lose their lives.

Such a cruel immortal technique has always been listed as a forbidden art by a famous and decent sect like Penglai Academy, and Han Shi has only heard Xuanqing mention it once or two, and the other disciples have never even heard of it, because Xuanqing has not mentioned it to them at all.

Hanshi knew that these people were hopeless, and even if he didn't do it, these people wouldn't survive tomorrow.

"Ice breaks—" As the long sound of cold food tearing echoed between the mountains and forests, the quietly dim sky began to flash and thunder, and sharp ice picks began to descend from the sky on this fragile land.

With a dim glow, the icicle pierced the bodies of the men in black, tearing their throats and ending their lives once again. Everything was buried by the bleak ice mist, and although the men in black had residual spiritual power in their bodies, they were not real immortal cultivators after all. The power of cold food annihilated them in an instant, and as the senior brother of Penglai Academy, even though he was injured, he was still able to destroy these little minions.

As the billowing ice fog gradually dissipated, the last rays of sunlight in the sky were obliquely reflected here, passing through the bleakness of the ice fog and shining on the cold corpse of the man in black. The desolate suburbs are full of corpses, some of which are bleeding, and some are directly stuck in the ground by icicles, still dying, struggling desperately.

It was a desolate land, and the roars and wails painted a miserable symbol of the land.

"Are they all dead?" Lan'er took two steps back in panic, he had never seen so many corpses, nor had he ever seen so much blood. He felt a little guilty and a little uneasy in his heart.

Even Xuanyuan Popo and Liuyi took two steps back, a little shocked and speechless, feeling the same as Lan'er in their hearts.

"Are these all killed by us? we just need to teach them a lesson, why ......" Xuanyuan Popo was very disapproving of the killing of cold food, but now he also completely believed that these people were not from the Zhu San family.

"Xuanyuan Popo, wake up, if I don't kill them, they will kill us, they will fight us to the death with their lives, they will not run away until they die. ”

"How do you know they won't run away?" said Xuanyuan Popo.

Han Shi smiled disdainfully: "You are a mortal, what do you know? Can you feel what I can feel? Can you see what I can see? They were forcibly injected with spiritual power into their bodies, and they couldn't live tomorrow." Do you see the dusk? Even before the sun sets, they will die violently...... You say that a dying man is coming against us, can they not fight with us?...... And what about you, you don't know anything, just pretend to be benevolent here, hehe~"

Xuanyuan Popo looked at Lan'er, Lan'er nodded slightly: "What he said should be true, I can feel that they are not real immortal cultivators." Although Lan'er's cultivation is not as strong as cold food, she can still feel these subtle changes.

"Lan'er, why did you speak for him?" Liuyi said.

Before Lan'er could explain, a man in black suddenly struggled on the ground, and through the torn clothes, he could see the bursting meridians on his body. The pain made him suffer for the rest of his life, and it was really as expected by the cold food, and the meridians in his whole body began to burst. Tearing shouts, desperately rolling, biting his own arm, biting off the bright red flesh piece by piece. His eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot, and in the gaps between his teeth, all that remained was his own flesh and blood.

Step by step, he approached the place, staggering and unsettled, like a soulless corpse. Lan'er hid behind Xuanyuan Popo with some fear, it wasn't that he couldn't beat him, but he didn't want to see such a cruel picture.

"Xuanyuan Po, aren't you benevolent and righteous? Then you save him, save, use your benevolence and righteousness to save him. Hanshi said with a wry smile.

"Kill me, kill me......" The man in black wailed, he was in pain, as if a sword understood him, and it was the greatest gift to him.

"You wake up, you wake up...... Who the hell are you? Who harmed you, think about your family, think about ......" The man in black was completely delirious, and when Xuanyuan Popo mentioned his family, he was just in a trance, and then begged Xuanyuan Po to let Xuanyuan Po kill him and understand his pain.

Just as Xuanyuan was hesitating, the ice blade pierced the body of the man in black, and the breathing of the man in black gradually ended, but his expression was smiling, and he said thank you with his last breath. This is a picture that Xuanyuan Popo never dared to imagine, what a heavy pain it was, making death his only relief.

Han Shi pulled the ice blade out of his chest and looked at the man in black lying on the ground: "Don't force it if it's not yours, go against the way of heaven, no one will end well." Fate has chosen you, and obedience can make you safe. ”

However, Liuyi, who used to talk a lot, stood silently next to him at this time, his eyes staring at the man in black, this feeling of life and death, he seemed to be able to feel it from his heart.

Han Shi looked at Xuanyuan Po again, looking at his surprised face, Han Shi smiled disdainfully and said, "If you want to save people, you must first learn to kill." ”

"Quack, quack......"

When the smoothie mist completely dissipated, a low sound of footsteps came from a distance, and the low footsteps were full of murderous intent and blood.

"Well, if you want to save people, you have to learn to kill first. "A man in black appeared behind them at some point, tall and thin, dressed in a black robe, with a white dragon painted on it, and many exquisite runes. The sleeve-length jet-black hair was tied up by a white jade crown, and only a trace of the forehead was a vicissitudes of white.

However, this vicissitudes of white did not suppress his killing intent at all, but made him more intense and bloody.

A ghost mask overcame his face, revealing only two eyes full of murder, making him even more frightened, more terrifying, and more mysterious.

"Who are you?" Han Shi took two steps back, gathered the only remaining spiritual power in his body, and stood in front of Xuanyuan Po, like a mountain protecting them.