After the Great War.

Long Aotian was injured and fled far away, like a lost dog, running in a hurry.

After Long Aotian left, his ruddy face was suddenly as miserable as gold paper, and with a "wow" sound, he also vomited a mouthful of vermilion.

It wasn't that he was injured in a battle with Long Aotian, but that he forcibly used the final forbidden killing move of the Hell Blood Demon God, and suffered a terrible backlash.

"Damn, this trick, do you have to 'turn into a god' to master it?" The emperor wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were unwilling.

If it weren't for the fact that he fought with the last sword soul, resulting in a serious injury that has not healed yet, he would not have let Long Aotian run away just now after fighting the backlash of "Demon Hell Blood Brake".

"No twelve, no twelve, wait for you, I'll make you look good sooner or later!"

Since returning from the Snow Mountain, the Emperor has already gone through countless classics, and he already knows what the name of the last sword soul is.

Emperor Jitian scolded in a low voice, his eyes were slightly red, and he pulled out the long knife that nailed the ground, and was about to leave this original bamboo woodland that had no grass.

Pulling up the meteor and falling, Emperor Jitian looked at the Brahma trench coat that had become a rag under his feet, he hesitated, and finally bent down to pick it up.

"It's surprising that it's not broken."

Emperor Jitian put away the rags, carried the Meteor Knife, and walked towards the nearby market.

When he came to a pig-killing stall, the emperor had already put away the meteors on the road, changed into a burlap coat and an ordinary pig-killing knife, and started the day of killing pigs and selling meat.

There were many pedestrians passing by his pig killing stall, and few stopped.

Seeing that there were no guests, the emperor brought a bench and sat down, sighing for a while.

"Avatar...... Fan? What the hell do you want me to do? ”

Emperor Jitian was extremely troubled, in order to break through the Yuan Infant Stage and be promoted to become a god, he did not hesitate to put down his face and become a dirty butcher.

He's been persisting for ten years, why doesn't he even feel like a god?

Obviously, Asura and Devil May Cry, one is a fortune teller, and the other is a ghost hunter, they all say that they already have the experience of turning into gods, and they can immediately make a breakthrough in the canal when they only wait for their cultivation to be mentioned.

And I don't know how many pigs I've killed over the years.

Why, I still don't have the feeling of comprehending the true meaning of the gods?

With a long sigh of melancholy, Emperor Jitian took out a pot of spirits and drank it with his head up, stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and lamented: "I was born to drink fierce wine, but I am the only one who has a grudge against the sky; Kick over the earthly road with two feet, and bear the debts and sorrows on one shoulder......"

Thinking of the day when he turned against Devil May Cry and Asura.

The fierce light in Emperor Killing Tian's eyes flickered, and he whispered, "Wait, wait...... The blind, the ghost-keeper, the sword-bearer...... Wait for you, sooner or later, I will let you be in the vegetable market, shouting: I'm sorry, Brother Killing Heaven......"

"Old Emperor, bring me three catties of pig's head meat." A familiar customer came to the Emperor's stall.

"Okay." When Emperor Ji Tian saw a customer coming to the door, the gloom on his face suddenly disappeared.

Jumping up from the bench with a smile on his face, he picked up a pig-killing knife, took the pig's head and put it on the cutting board to clean up for a while, and finally packed it and handed it to the man, and said with a smile: "Thirty yuan." ”

Emperor Jitian stared at the customer tightly, and while talking casually, he reached out and took a rag and gently wiped the pig-killing knife.

"Dangchang."

It was not the sound of a copper plate being thrown onto the stall, but the sound of a pig-killing knife suddenly breaking into two and falling on the stall.

The emperor was stunned when he wiped the pig-killing knife, and the guest was also startled, so he quickly took out thirty yuan and put it on the stall, picked up the pig's head meat and hurried away.

"Strange, why did the knife break?"

Emperor Jitian muttered in surprise in his eyes, and then looked down at the rag in his hand.

"This ...... Looks like that windbreaker, right? ”

Emperor Jitian quickly recognized the origin of this rag, not the broken Yanma shoulder pads, but the Brahma windbreaker that he was reluctant to throw away just now, and finally picked it up......

But how can the Fanfeng trench coat have this ability, rub the pig-killing knife, and it can be broken in two?

Emperor Jitian sensed that something was wrong, his eyes were fixed, he didn't care about collecting money, and his divine sense was revealed, so he immediately began to carefully investigate this Brahma windbreaker.

Soon, he found a trace of very strange sword qi from the earliest broken place on the Fanfeng windbreaker, and the sword qi exuded a categorical smell.

There was no need to think about it, Emperor Jitian also knew that this strange sword qi must have been left over from the Twelve Immortals.

Emperor Jitian's eyes flashed, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He immediately thought of the inexplicable Long Aotian just now, and the rumors he said, what cut off my Jaguar's head, what residual murderer's breath, and finally, he pestered himself to ask about the origin of the meteor fall......

At that time, he just thought it was vulgar under the crazy and bald scoop, and didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't expect that he would take the blame for the sword soul.

"No Twelve!" Emperor Jitian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, "I'm going to make you look good sooner or later!" ”

……

Long Aotian rushed through the grove, looking back from time to time.

In the end, when he saw that the emperor had not caught up, his tense nerves were relieved, and the injury could no longer be suppressed, so he immediately knelt on the ground and vomited a large mouthful of vermilion.

Long Aotian lay on the grass paralyzed for most of the day.

Half a day.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and let out a long breath of turbidity, his face full of red dust.

It's been another long time.

Long Aotian no longer doubted life in despair, and got up from the grass.

But as soon as he recalled the ferocity of the previous world-destroying demon sword, his eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of jealousy and fear.

After his eyes flickered a few times, Long Aotian shook his head slightly, shook off those negative emotions, and whispered in a low voice: "It's a pity that the emperor's mouth is too hard, and I can't pry any news, but for the sake of him being a tough guy, I will only give him this lesson today, and I won't take his life." ”

Long Aotian was depressed and aggrieved, since his Jaguar head was cut off by the unknown murderer, he had gone straight to bad luck.

The day before yesterday, he fought with Jin Yu Mantang, and finally left with a narrow victory, and today he fought with the emperor to kill the sky, and left in a tragic victory, I am afraid that at this time he will encounter the real murderer who cut him Jaguar, and he will not be able to easily take the life of the little dog, I am afraid that he will lose both.

"Cultivate for a while first, and then take your dog's life." Long Aotian wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists, and said with hatred.

"I hope you can always avoid me, and I hope God will bless me not to find you, otherwise, the poor monk will definitely make you look good!"

……

Ren Jian walked in the woods and suddenly felt an itchy nose.

After he reached out and gently rubbed his nose a few times, he sensed the longing of a group of people.

That kind of longing that will never be forgotten is extremely strong, so that he can feel the bitter longing and sadness thousands of miles away.

"Who's thinking about me?" Ren Jian wondered.