Relatives and the master they admired the most all died because of evil spirits.

For these filthy and evil things, Mu Kui has only hatred in his heart.

He is 19 years old this year, and the third day of the tribulation is approaching.

At this time, Mu Kui had already made up his mind to die, but before he died, he wanted to vent heartily.

Standing up, lifting the knife, Mukui pushed the door and walked out of the cabin.

Outside, it was dusk and a breeze was blowing.

Standing in front of the wooden house, Mukui held a knife in one hand and closed his eyes.

The pain in his right arm from time to time could not make his expression half moved.

Minutes and seconds passed.

As the wind gradually strengthened, the branches and leaves of the nearby trees swayed in the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

The sound of the howling wind was like the wailing of evil spirits, and the whispers could be faintly heard in the howling wind.

At this moment, Mu Kui opened his eyes and looked ahead.

A pitch-black figure, swaying in the air, swept towards it at a blistering speed.

"Kill!"

At this moment, Mu Kui moved.

The remnant knife slashed forward, and a faint aura gathered into a sword qi rushed into the sky.

However, the evil figure dodged the attacking sword qi in a flickering manner, and its body fell, landing in front of Mu Kui, and attacking him.

In the face of the attack, Mukui had no intention of retreating.

And he took up his sword.

After Lao Dao's death, he had no fear and fear of evil in his heart.

Three years and three years, instead of hiding in a hurry and surviving in the world, it is better to fight happily.

"Kill!"

In the midst of the roar, the remnant knife broke through the wind, and the sturdy knife slashed at the surface of the evil body.

The remnant knife pierced through the ghost, tearing it in half.

However, as the ghostly figure shook, the body that had been split in half merged again.

The dark pupils looked at Mu Kui's eyes, full of longing for flesh and blood.

Seeing this, Mu Kui took the initiative to step forward with a knife.

The swordsmanship taught by the old Tao is displayed one by one at this moment.

Chop, chop, stab, collapse, point, chop, dance flowers, flirt wrist flowers, cut wrist flowers......

The shadow of the knife flickered, and the aura in the body was released through the body with each swing of the knife, turning into knife qi and slashing towards the evil figure.

At this time, Mukui's sword is one, only attacking, not defending.

The knife has no sheath, like a tiger without a cage.

Under the indomitable attack, the evil figure was cut down again and again, and there was no chance to attack at all.

"Whew!"

At this time, Mu Kui put away his knife and stood still.

Seeing this, the evil cult immediately seized the opportunity and launched an attack on Mu Kui with a roar.

"Die!"

Mu Kui suddenly twisted his body and slashed out the charged slash.

The sword qi bloomed with a brilliant white light, burning air as it advanced, turning into a blade of fire, and slashing the evil in half with a single sword.

The thick flames enveloped the evil spirit.

The wail suddenly sounded, and this time the evil body did not heal again, and the screams became weaker and weaker until they dissipated.

But Mukui was not happy about it.

Because he knows that this is only the beginning, and more tragic battles are yet to come.

After killing this evil head, he sat cross-legged and ingested the aura of heaven and earth to fill the consumption just now.

While waiting, several ghostly figures came from afar.

At this time, Mu Kui stood up again, looking forward with a horizontal knife, and there was only determination in his eyes.

Lao Dao once sighed that the future of mankind is worrying, this world is getting worse and worse, and it is not clear whether there are still branch Taoists in this world.

If he can find it, Lao Dao hopes that he can join them and fight for the future of the Terran together.

But Mukui didn't care about any of that at all.

He only knew that his relatives and the old way who adopted him all died because of evil spirits.

Kill evil spirits, just to vent anger, not for anything else.

What the future of mankind, what saves the world, it's all bullshit, he never cares.

The sword intent in my heart is condensed by hatred and waved because of hatred.

"Kill!"

As he shouted, Mu Kui's eyes turned red.

The killing intent rising from the bottom of his heart filled his heart, and at this moment there was nothing but evil in his eyes.

The three demons who arrived this time were stronger than the previous one.

In the face of Mukui's attacks, they appeared to be at ease, and from time to time they waved their claws to leave paw prints on Mukui's body.

Blood gradually stained the clothes.

However, Mukui did not take a step back, not even let out a cry of pain.

He has long abandoned life and death, and just wants to vent his anger before he dies, and fight heartily until death.

Bloody, Mu Kui's left arm was torn apart by the devil's claws swung by the evil in the battle.

But Mu Kui's expression was not moved in the slightest, but he grabbed the gap between the evil attacks that tore through his left arm and slashed out the charged slash.

Flames rose and devoured the evil beast.

"Hahaha!" The left arm was broken, but Mukui smiled.

Laughing maniacally, laughing hysterically.

A large amount of blood flowed, and Mu Kui's face was pale, but his expression was extremely hideous.

At this moment, he is more like an evil ghost than an evil spirit, and the evil in front of him seems to be his food.

"Kill!"

After a short breath, Mu Kui took the initiative to pounce on the other two evil spirits.

Killing the evil spirit made him extremely happy in his heart, and the pain seemed insignificant at this moment.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

As a large amount of blood passed and more wounds appeared on his body, Mu Kui's vision became more and more blurred, and the speed of swinging the knife became slower and slower.

Before he died, countless images flashed through his mind.

There are warm pictures when I am with my parents, and there are pictures of being reprimanded by the old Taoist for being lazy in cultivation...... In the end, these images dissipated like clouds of smoke and turned into evil in front of them.

"Kill!"

Mu Kui used his last strength to shout "kill", but his right arm could no longer lift the knife.

The tired body no longer obeyed, even though he desperately wanted to slash again.

The view gradually darkened the black......

"Is it over?"

"It's a shame that I want to kill more!"

I don't know why, but he didn't have the fear of facing death in his heart, only unwillingness...... and liberation.

This day, he knew it would come sooner or later.

Three years and three years, it seems unrealistic to be able to persevere until you grow old.

The only regret at this moment is that I didn't kill a few more evil people before I died.

"Mom and Dad, I'm here!"

"Master, did you drink the pot of wine that you sprinkled a few days ago, it is your favorite Huadiao, I won't have a chance in the future, save some drink."

Consciousness gradually became confused, and Mu Kui knew that it was really over.

At this moment, Mu Kui suddenly felt a force pulling at him, and then sucked himself into it.

When the darkness faded, the scene that appeared in front of him made Mu Kui stunned.

The gloomy sky was filled with dark clouds, a blood-colored drizzle was constantly blowing, and a blood-colored red moon hung high in the sky, and the red yellow earth was underfoot.

At this moment, a black shadow was suspended in the sky, staring down at him.

"Good thing, little one, the organization needs you!"