People have no distinction between good and evil, no matter love or hate, everything has cause and effect, plants and trees have love, good to extremely evil, can be for the world, do great unfilial piety, evil to extremely good, millions of corpses, just for a line of fate.

A hundred years of life, how many fates, but there are a few good fates for a lifetime, most of them are bad fate, a hundred years, a sigh, life is full of regrets.

Life is short, the road is long, dealing with wine as a song, there is no right or wrong, when the hair is white, how not to be happy.

May a lover have a good life, may a righteous person have a good death, and may a loving and righteous person have a peaceful life.

Tie a hundred years of good fate, when the night comes to the fragrance of flowers, this dream will not be dispersed, and then put a jar of wine, drink this life.

"I'll just sit here, waiting for you to kill them all, a man, he doesn't even dare to fight hard for his own women to be bullied, is he still human?"

Nan Bing was in tears, she was forcing Qin Hao, from her standpoint, Qin Hao was too partial to those people, they were disrespectful, with evil thoughts, very obscene, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were very human, they would have been poisoned at this time.

She felt wronged, she was being bullied, did he have this attitude, this made her unacceptable.

Qin Hao just drove away, without even punishing him, just watching those disciples flee, they have completely lost their humanity, and they are just harming more people if they live.

She had a firm attitude, sat in place, and had already become a tearful person, the person she loved the most, she felt that Qin Hao didn't love her enough.

Qin Hao struggled to stand in place, he trembled and wanted to hug Nan Bing, but she pushed him away and didn't let him get close.

Nanbing, like a bloody rose, is very charming and ruthless, for those who care for her, she will smell a faint fragrance, and for those who are not good, just touching it will be stained with blood.

She is very proud, and she does not allow her man to lift a knife and kill people.

But she also loves Qin Hao very much, if he really can't do it, then kill himself, it's really boring to live, anyway, it can also make him feel guilty and make changes.

"Why, why ,......"

Qin Hao was confused and at a loss, he didn't understand why human nature was so dark, but he couldn't do it, those people were refugees, it was miserable enough, he really didn't have the courage to face the countless screams.

"The road of evolution, don't seek pleasure, even the minimum dignity is lost, what's the use of evolution, it's too boring to live, and it's a hundred deaths. ”

Nan Bing shouted, she raised the long knife, the scabbard was still far away, her tears seemed to have flowed, her hands suddenly forced, the long knife penetrated her body, through her abdomen.

"No!"

Qin Hao panicked, his heart was completely messed up, aggrieved, confused, irritable, sad, self-blame, resentful, helpless, and all kinds of emotions emerged.

He hugged Nan Bing desperately, only the gentle side of the girl in his mind, why was it so decisive, how could a woman be so strong.

"I promise you, I promise you... Please, don't do this, don't do this. ”

The purple wings spread, like a roc day by day, and a touch of fluorescence rose from the sky and rushed into the crowd.

Killing, only killing, one-sided slaughter, Qin Haobai will shine, he hit the White Emperor Fist, like a big sun, shining on the world, but the people who are illuminated by this light all burst into blood mist.

Demon King, Death!

Countless people were screaming and fleeing, and the purple wings, the sharp fangs, and the wooden masks became the shadows of everyone.

It was like coming from hell, Qin Hao was bathed in blood, all kinds of emotions were constantly declining, he turned into a god of death, only continuous killing, it became a habit, that kind of pleasure, made him forget everything.

He licked his tongue, and the taste of blood, with relish sweetness, also had a fishy smell, rolled into his throat, and tasted it carefully, like the best delicacy in the world.

He was in tears, and when the tears were completely gone, he was left with madness, killing them all, and returning the world to a clear place.

He fantasized that he was righteous, helping the refugees to be freed from this unbearable body, that evil soul.

He thought of the strange little monk, and he learned that action, forming a palm with one hand, standing in front of his chest, bowing his head slightly, and chanting in his mouth, "Amitabha." ”

He laughed and couldn't hold back.

Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but his fist never stopped, the ground was already a river of blood, and countless white bones and corpses, like ownerless things, were sprinkled all over the ground.

"Haha, kill all of you, cross the sea of suffering, and retake the road of the world. ”

It was as if he had gone completely insane, and his methods became more and more cruel, and he did not spare even those children, and he grabbed a young life with his own hands, and tore it in half, and his mother was the young woman.

At this time, the young woman watched her child being torn apart, but she didn't even have the courage to take revenge, she followed the crowd and fled frantically.

"It's her, it's this monster that this provoked. In the crowd, someone recognized the young woman and shouted.

"Kill her, kill her, make amends to the monster. ”

"If you want to die, you have to take us and kill her. ”

"She also has a child, and she killed her child first. ”

"A wild seed born to a wild woman. ”

The crowd was boiling, everyone was blaming her, and the young woman was beaten on the ground by the crowd, covered in blood.

But these beaters didn't think about it at all, after all, Qin Hao killed so many people, but they didn't want to take revenge on Qin Hao, not a single one.

Killing one person is a crime, slaughtering 10,000 people is a hero, and ambushing corpses for thousands of miles is a masterpiece.

How many people he killed, maybe no one can remember, in short, seeing this scene, I just feel that I still killed less, and I didn't let go of any of them, and killed them all.

Some people have already begun to kneel, with their faces on the ground, chanting Qin Hao as a god, praying that Qin Hao will take him out of the sea of suffering, and he is willing to follow the side of the god and swear allegiance to the death.

There are also people who offer wives and daughters, who want to dedicate themselves to Qin Hao, hoping to exchange their lives.

Some people even directly took action, killing the old and young around them, aiding and abusing.

Life is white, ugly, and only cold-eyed.

Qin Hao's smile became brighter and brighter, and he raised his hand as if to appease those who were willing to serve him.

But in the next moment, the slaughter resumed, and the White Emperor Fist was like holy light, wanting to completely purify the world and return this world to a clean place.

He burst out with all his might, I don't know if it was for the sake of so-called moral justice, or to vent that shameful guilt.

The blood mist drifted away, blood stains could be smelled everywhere, there were no living people in a radius of ten miles, there were stumps and rotten bodies everywhere, broken bones everywhere, even the wailing was gone, there was silence.

Only Qin Hao walked out of the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he was covered in bloodstains, not a drop was his own, all of them were refugees, those unarmed hungry refugees.

His face was as cold as Nan Bing, as if he had found the same kind, he looked at Nan Bing from afar, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

He came to Nan Bing's side, buried his head in Nan Bing's arms, seemed to be very tired and tired, and wanted to rest, his breathing gradually slowed down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Nan Bing gently stroked his head, and said in a very soft voice, "Immortal karma for thousands of years, all in killing, the world has never been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain." ”

After Qin Hao heard this, he silently shed two lines of tears.

The young man who once loved to laugh, was timid, and kind was completely dead.