Francis's face was very pale, and he should have been happy to see these evil beings being killed, but such a strange and palpitating method, those painful faces, made Francis's simple heart undergo a dripping cleansing.

It is undeniable that Francis ran away from home and got an experience, but this experience is nothing.

If you want to become a strong person, you need to step on endless corpses, step by step, the glitz of the world, the vicissitudes of the world, look down on the changes, look down on the clouds, hone the soul to be extremely tenacious, talent is important, training is indispensable, no matter how talented a person is, if he has not experienced these, he will not be worthy of the title of 'strong' after all.

Just like the tiger in the zoo and the wild tiger that lives in the vast forest, even a fool can easily see which is higher or lower.

Zhao Chenling stood in the void, indifferently looking at everything below, for these evil, people who take pleasure in mutilating innocent lives or other creatures, he has no mercy, he kills easily, everything seems so bland, plain as if he is eating and drinking, not a one-sided slaughter.

Ten people!

One move of the Infinite Imprisonment Technique is to kill more than 10,000 people, and none of these 10,000 people are ordinary people, either evil humans, or fallen elves, etc., but they have one thing in common, their strength, compared to the rest of the human beings in the Magic Continent, is undoubtedly powerful, and the Dark Pope is known as the first existence in the continent.

Its strength was not so strong. But he has a good dark weapon in his hand, which can barely be called an artifact-level weapon, and with the power of the weapon, even the Western Dragon Clan has to avoid its edge.

"Thunder Rain Strike!" Zhao Chen didn't mind killing chickens with a knife and ending the lives of these people with this powerful thunder rain strike.

The Dark Pope was wearing a dark golden robe, holding a gorgeous staff, and wearing a dark gold crown, his aura was noble and evil, and his body faintly exuded a strong aura of blood and brutality, but at this moment. His long hair was messy, his yellow robe was torn a little, his face was extremely pale, his whole body was weak, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Beside him were the nine elders and Dharma Protectors of the Blood Mist Temple, who were even more unbearable than the Dark Pope. But they persevered.

Before they could rejoice, several incandescent thunderbolts came from the sky in the void, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared above them, and several thunderbolts crisscrossed and turned into a huge net of thunder and lightning, exuding the power of dark thunder. It seems to carry the will of the heavens to wipe out this group of evil existences.

"No!" The Dark Pope roared in horror.

How many years, two hundred years, or three hundred years. Or maybe it was longer, for the first time since the only time he had received the inheritance known as the 'God of Darkness', he was so powerless, this sudden appearance of the enemy, so powerful that it was terrifying. It made his heart tremble, although he had cultivated to the Fa God realm for many years, and even reached the peak of this realm, but in the face of this brilliant heavenly might, he could only watch and wait for death to come.

Unwilling, unprecedentedly unwilling, but powerless. Deeply powerless, he fell into the abyss of despair.

"Boom~!"

"Click!"

The space shattered, like papier-mâché, and was lightly shattered by lightning, and there was no comparison between the two at all.

The Dark Pope, the Dharma Protectors, the Elders, the frightened and shocked expressions intertwined on their faces, and the complicated eyes became eternal, because, in the next moment, they had been killed by lightning and lightning, and if it weren't for the charred corners of their clothes floating in the void, they would hardly have been able to prove their existence. …,

Despair, shouting, begging for mercy, cursing, everything, gone, dust to dust, dust to dust, where did they come from, and went to another place more suitable for them, that place, called hell!

Francis's strength has been greatly improved, and his level has soared wildly, and in just a few breaths, the Blood Mist Temple has become history, and Francis's strength has also been raised to a realm he never imagined.

Senior Great Swordsman!

That's right, Francis, who was originally just a small intermediate swordsman, has become a high-level swordsman in a short period of time, and his strength may not be as strong as those who have gone through countless trials in battle and cultivated to a high-level great swordsman, but this kind of strength improvement speed is enough to make anyone's heart palpitate and even fear.

It's just that the improvement of strength did not attract Francis's attention, Francis is still immersed in the boundless killing, not he killed, but his teacher Zhao Chen killed, witnessing all this, witnessing all this, made his soul feel unprecedentedly strong.

Zhao Chen's figure slowly floated over, and Francis couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes full of horror.

Zhao Chen stopped his figure and said lightly: "Are you afraid of me?" Think I'm the devil? Do you regret worshipping me as a teacher? ”

Francis swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple moved, but he didn't say anything after all, but the fear in his eyes never disappeared, and the gaze that looked at Zhao Chen was no longer the previous worship and respect, but more fear, perhaps, in his eyes, Zhao Chen was not much different from the people of the Blood Mist Palace.

"Destroying the Blood Mist Temple for the sake of the teacher, is it a good thing or a bad thing for the humans on the continent and the rest of the peaceful creatures?" Zhao Chen put his hands behind his back, "Answer me." ”

The fear in his eyes subsided a little, and Francis said, "Yes, it should be a good thing." ”

"A good thing?" Zhao Chen continued to ask, "So, will the humans on the mainland regard Wei Shi as a demon or a savior?" ”

Francis pondered for a moment and said, "Savior, because the teacher has solved the threat to humanity." ”

Nodding, Zhao Chen asked again: "Since this is the case, what difference does it make to kill them for the teacher?" One by one, one punch is killed, and one group is destroyed by one move, but after all, you can't escape a dead word, do you think, is there a difference? The process is different, but the result is the same, nothing more than death! ”

His face gradually returned to normal, and Francis said in a deep voice: "But is this too cruel for them?" The kind-hearted Francis still stubbornly believes that Zhao Chen's approach is not correct.

"Cruel?" Zhao Chen's face couldn't help but show a hint of sneer, and said disdainfully: "You think this is cruel, but the teacher thinks that killing them so simply is simply cheapening them!" ”

There was a lot of confusion on his face, and Francis couldn't help but wonder.

"Do you know what they did to humans, to those peace-loving creatures, to those humanoids?" Zhao Chen's tone gradually became heavy, "Some people are eaten alive, some people are refined into puppets, some babies are just born, they are killed, and even sucked brain marrow, and some women are kept as sex/slaves in captivity......"

As Zhao Chen continued, Francis's face became more and more ugly, pale and turned to iron blue, endless anger surging in his chest, and his fists were clenched unconsciously, as if there were damn ants in his hands biting the palms of his hands.

"Damn, they damn it!" Francis gritted his teeth.

"Do you still feel cruel to be a teacher?" Zhao Chen asked lightly.

Francis took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, you are right! It's the disciple who misunderstood you! These people, even if they die 10,000 times, it is not a pity, just let them die, it is cheaper for them! ”…,

Zhao Chen nodded with satisfaction: "The teacher is telling you this, just to let you know that some people who should be killed, don't have mercy, they are not qualified to enjoy our mercy, death is the destination they deserve, what we have to do is to use the weapons in our hands to bring them the final judgment!" Although we are not the laws of heaven, we only need to conform to our hearts and the unresolved conscience in our hearts when we do things. ”

"Disciple remember the teacher's teachings!" Francis said respectfully.

"That's it, you are very similar to before you were a teacher, but I believe that after experiencing a lot, you can also understand some truths from it." Zhao Chen waved his hand, "Now as a teacher, I just tell you some truths, but you may not be able to understand, only if you really experience it, you can understand it." Let's go, I'll take you to experience it again. ”

After speaking, Zhao Chen took Francis to shuttle out of the Magic Continent and came to another small world.

……

Two days later, two mysterious visitors arrived in the Magic Continent.

One is a young man dressed in rough cloth, his temperament is hidden, his body contains terrifying power, his momentum erupts, and the surrounding space is affected, slightly distorted, although not handsome, but extremely attractive; The other is tall and strong, with a face like a knife, solid muscles, a swordsman's costume, full of bloody breath, and extremely powerful, but compared with the first youth, there is no comparison at all.

These two people are Zhao Chen and Francis, who have experienced countless battles in two days.

After leaving the Magic Continent, Zhao Chen did not endlessly look for evil creatures to kill, but looked for some relatively high strength, and naturally gained more experience, and Francis was not idle, after leaving the Magic Continent, Zhao Chen would always let this disciple kill people, which may not have the idea of honing.

Now Francis, although the character is still the same, but the heart has changed a little, kindness is inevitable, but it is no longer the kind of kindness without moderation, in the face of the person who should be killed, he will be very decisive to raise the weapon in his hand, and then, kill him.

The heavy sword in his hand was forged by Zhao Chen according to the Xuantie heavy sword described in Old Man Jin's novel, and it took a lot of precious materials to finally create it, it is a high-level artifact, and the level requirements are also very low, although Francis cannot exert its full power, but it can also bring him several times the increase in strength.

"Junior Sword God, that's it for the time being, when you master your own strength, I will take you to improve your strength as a teacher." Zhao Chen said to Francis, who was beside him.

In the past two days, the reason why Francis's strength is still not high is because Zhao Chen spent a lot of time letting Francis participate in the killing by himself, enter the killing, and then transcend the killing and maintain that enthusiastic heart, which is more important than improving Francis's strength. rq