Zhou Xinxin was already frightened and speechless at this time, he felt that death was so close to him for the first time since he was a child, he looked at the long sword in Song Zhiqiu's hand, his face couldn't help but turn a little whiter, trembling and begging for mercy: "This brother, no, this eldest brother, this grandfather, you don't remember the villain, let me go." We can talk about any conditions, and I don't want that "soul pill" anymore, as long as I can surround my life, you can open any conditions, uncle, do you think it's okay?"

"Take me to the place where the body is. Song Zhiqiu's words were cold, without any emotion, and pointed at everyone.

Song Zhiqiu saw that everyone didn't move, and he didn't say anything, but silently put the long sword in his hand on Zhou Xinxin's neck, making a small cut, and slowly oozing blood. Feeling the coldness in his neck, Zhou Xinxin was frightened at this time and hurriedly said: "Master, this master, wait a minute, don't be in a hurry to do it." ”

Then Zhou Xinxin turned his head and yelled at his subordinates: "Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear this master's words? Take this master to the place where the corpse is! Leave me alone!"

Zhou Xinxin was relieved to see that this group of subordinates had finally opened his mind, and said to Song Zhiqiu with a flattering smile on his face: "This master, you look like this, are you satisfied?"

Song Zhiqiu didn't say anything, just grabbed Zhou Xinxin's clothes and dragged Zhou Xinxin to follow. Along the way, Zhou Xinxin cried wolf, and on the road he walked, he could see a long bloodstain, which stretched far away. Where did Zhou Xinxin suffer like this, he had already fainted, his face was covered with tears and snot, and his buttocks were already blurred with flesh and blood, so how could he have a shape.

Song Zhiqiu didn't care, he still dragged Zhou Xinxin and followed everyone's footsteps calmly. But Zhou Xinxin's subordinates, seeing that their scalps were numb, they didn't dare to make a sound, and silently relied on their memories to find the place where the corpse was, but their steps were a little faster, and they all wanted to hurry away from this evil star. It's not that they didn't want to shoot together, but when they thought that the previous siege was easily dodged by others, and now they are still shooting, isn't that looking for death?

On the horizon in the distance, a round of sun was about to set, adding a trace of sadness and loneliness to the blood-red Tianhuo Mountain Range.

After walking for a while, a voice finally came from the front: "This master, we have arrived." ”

After Song Zhiqiu heard this, he threw Zhou Xinxin on a stone with a flick of his hand, and woke Zhou Xinxin up in pain, screaming, with tears in his eyes. Staring at Song Zhiqiu's back, there was infinite hatred.

Song Zhiqiu walked to the front and saw only a pool of blood, and asked aloud, "Where is the corpse?"

"After all, this is the Tianhuo Mountain Range, and after so long, I'm afraid the corpse has already been ......," Zhou Xinxin's subordinate explained

Even if he didn't need to continue, Song Zhiqiu also understood that the corpse had probably been eaten by the spirit beast, so only such a pool of dry blood was left.

Song Zhiqiu stood like this for a long time, until the moonlight fell on the land. Zhou Xinxin couldn't hold on anymore, seeing Song Zhiqiu still standing there stupidly, pouting, and making a look with his subordinates, he was going to sneak away first, go back to find more people, and teach this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

"Stop, shall I let you go?" Song Zhiqiu's emotionless voice came, making Zhou Xinxin, who was about to slip away, stunned, turned around and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying and asked, "Uncle, do you think you have anything else?" The little brother's ass was a little unbearable. "Now Zhou Xinxin's buttocks are still bleeding, it's not funny.

"You all come here, get down on your knees and apologize. Song Zhiqiu pointed to the blood stains on the ground, his voice was very flat, but no one could refuse at all.

Zhou Xinxin's body was extremely stiff, and he actually asked him to kneel, and he made a sneaky gesture to his subordinates, and then walked towards Song Zhiqiu with his head down, his eyes gloomy and vicious. At this moment, the strong man in the early stage of the meridians who was next to Zhou Xinxin suddenly stabbed at Song Zhiqiu with a sword, and the others also attacked Song Zhiqiu in response, and it turned out to be a sneak attack! However, Song Zhiqiu's eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he had known that they would do this, looking at Song Zhiqiu's calm eyes, this strong man in the meridian period had a bad premonition in his heart, and he sped up a few points, wanting to fight quickly.

Just listening to the sound of "Qiang", the sword light flashed, and the head of this meridian period powerhouse quietly fell to the ground, and his face still retained the fierce expression he had before his death, and the corpse fell to the ground. And Song Zhiqiu still looked calm, as if he hadn't done anything. When the rest of the people saw this, their hearts jumped out of their mouths, and they shouted, "Run!" and the crowd turned and fled.

It's just that no matter how fast they escape, can they outrun Song Zhiqiu? Song Zhiqiu glanced at Zhou Xinxin, who was distracted, and then turned into an afterimage and rushed out. The soft moonlight reflected on everyone's body, but the people who fled felt that the moonlight was extremely piercing, because Song Zhiqiu at this time was like a ghost, and every time the sword went down, there would be a scream in everyone's ears. Quietly harvesting life one by one.

Zhou Xinxin sat quietly in place, looking at the head that still retained its expression, listening to their screams, his face turned pale with fright, and he wanted to escape, but his legs didn't obey the call, he couldn't stand up at all, he couldn't stop trembling, and gradually the screams were faint, until there was no scream.

Zhou Xinxin, who was distracted, heard the footsteps coming from a distance, and hope ignited in his eyes again, the first is that his subordinates solved Song Zhiqiu and came back to save him? But when he thought of Song Zhiqiu's appearance of slashing the meridians with a sword, his eyes dimmed again. He knows those of his subordinates best, and he can usually be powerful, but when he encounters a strong person like Song Zhiqiu, he undoubtedly has no power to resist at all. Now Zhou Xinxin can only hope that Song Zhiqiu can take care of his father and let him live.

Sure enough, a figure gradually walked out under the shadow of the tree, it was Song Zhiqiu, still with that plain look, looking at Zhou Xinxin. Now Zhou Xinxin really regrets it, how can he coincidentally see the process of this person taking the "Soul Pill", and coincidentally have the idea of killing people and seizing treasures, and now Zhou Xinxin really wants to slap himself a few times. Seeing Song Zhiqiu looking at him, he hurriedly rolled over on his knees, hugged Song Zhiqiu's thigh and began to howl wolf: "Uncle, it's a small one who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and the water has washed the Dragon King Temple!

After that, Zhou Xinxin quietly raised his head to see Song Zhiqiu's reaction when he heard his father, but Song Zhiqiu's reaction made him desperate, only to see that Song Zhiqiu's expression still did not change, but said lightly: "Kneel, kowtow, apologize." I'll let you stop at the stop. ”

"If I do this, will you let me go?" Zhou Xinxin stared at Song Zhiqiu as if he had grasped a straw of hope.

Don't make me repeat that. Song Zhiqiu said

"Okay, okay, I apologize, I apologize. Zhou Xinxin got up tremblingly, walked to the dry bloodstains, plopped, knelt down, kowtowed while still chanting words in his mouth: "I'm sorry, sister fairy, it's the little brother I'm blind, it's the little brother I'm wrong, please forgive me if you know Jiuquan, and you didn't kill me, the person who killed you is dead, so forgive me......"

Song Zhiqiu looked at the scene in front of him, raised his head to look at the moon, slowly closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry." ”

Time passed quietly, Zhou Xinxin's head was already covered with blood, and his head was dizzy, but Song Zhiqiu didn't speak, and he didn't dare to stop, for fear that he would do it if he didn't agree with him.

"Alas. Song Zhiqiu sighed and turned to leave. walked farther and farther away in Zhou Xinxin's sight until he disappeared. I just saw that when Song Zhiqiu turned around, he seemed to throw something out, but Zhou Xinxin, who had lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, didn't think much about it, and now he just wanted to hurry down the mountain, return home, and bring someone to Song Zhiqiu to take revenge.

How could Song Zhiqiu let Zhou Xinxin go? It's just that he already disdains to do it himself, such a despicable and spineless person, killing him will only insult his sword. As for the thing that Song Zhiqiu threw down just now, it was the spirit beast inner pill, and the spirit beast inner pill did not have much attraction to the same spirit beast, but for the demon beasts that had not yet developed their spiritual intelligence, the breath of this spirit beast inner pill was enough to make them crazy, and what would happen to the human monks in the center was already self-evident.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a burst of demon beast roars and Zhou Xinxin's screams to be heard, but they stopped abruptly after a moment, leaving only the roar of demon beasts echoing in this area.

Song Zhiqiu sat quietly on a human-high stone, silently thinking about everything that happened today. "So that's what it's like to kill someone. Song Zhiqiu groaned. Looking down at his hands, he was still trembling slightly, and he couldn't stop. This is the first time Song Zhiqiu has killed people in so many years, although they are all damned people, but when the hot blood is sprinkled on Song Zhiqiu's face, there is still a strong visual impact and discomfort.

Only those who have been killed with consciousness are qualified to raise their swords. This is the belief that Song Zhiqiu set in that early morning, and today he himself acted as a sword-raiser, only to find that he used to think too naïve, too naïve, and thought that he could handle it well, but in fact, ......

Song Zhiqiu sighed secretly, took out the piano "Xia Qiu" given to him by Song Zhiqiu from the ring, put his ten fingers on the strings, and plucked them flexibly. Gradually, a beautiful sound of the piano echoed between this small world, but this sound contained desolation and unease. Desolation was thinking of the friar, who was upset but died, and in the end even her body was eaten by the demon beast, leaving only a pool of dry blood, proving that she once existed in this world. Anxiety is the discomfort in my heart for the first killing, and the fear that I will never see my family again. But since you have killed someone, you will have to walk in the world with the mentality that one day you will be killed.

After a while, the sound of the piano became high-pitched, and the determination was infinite, as if there were thousands of troops, and it was endless. Now that he has decided to embark on the path of cultivation, he will continue to walk firmly! Become stronger than anyone else, so that no one can threaten or hurt him, so that even if he really dies under the sword of others one day, then he will have no regrets!

The sound of the piano slowly stopped, leaving only the slightest afterglow echoing in the world.