The god of war is creepy, as if this girl who has stood up again is a demon crawling out of hell. But there was no fear on his face, but a subtle hint of relief.

The pores in the back are erect, and every nerve in the body is tense, transmitting signals to the brain to retreat.

The wind was howling, and her hair was floating in the air, and her clothes were hunting and inspiring, it was a hurricane formed by the qi that swayed from her body, and her pores were gushing with qi that had never been more powerful than ever.

If you dye your hair white and the girl who is full of wind in front of her can play the role of a white-haired witch, no one is more suitable than her.

No, she was more indifferent than the white-haired witch, and the brutal tide in her red eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a deep pool like a cold pool. She abandoned her feelings, her joys and sorrows, and became a real, cold weapon.

"It worked.," muttered the god of war.

At this moment, the expression on this man's face was very complicated. Sanwu is a weapon he created, he personally extinguished Sanwu's desire for emotion, and shaped her into a "robot" who lacks common sense, has no communication skills, and is infinitely close to no joy or sorrow.

Sanwu is one of the more special first-class killers in the past dynasties, and in the history of the Ancient God Cult, there are no more than five seeds like her.

Yes, seeds...... The seed of the pole.

About a hundred years ago, among the Class-A killers of the Ancient God Sect, a Heavenly Vertical Wizard was born, an invincible Extreme Dao. During his active years, the Taoist Buddhist Association was a little brother.

It was an era when the Peerless Battle Spirit was sealed and the Demon Dao had not yet been born.

But after the fall of this Extreme Dao, there was no Extreme Dao master in the Ancient God Sect. He is an extreme path without a descendant. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't find the right person to inherit the mantle.

That extreme path was born with no love, no feelings, and the path he walked was only suitable for people like him.

We often use the words "inhuman" and "cold-blooded animal" to describe some people who are extremely sinful, but in fact, "evil" is also an emotion, albeit negative.

Do people without emotions really exist?

Perhaps, like the former Pole.

Such people are rare, not to mention one out of a thousand, the ancient gods have searched for qualified children all over the world, and for decades, they have never seen someone who is born with a heartless love.

The congenital can't find it, but the acquired may do, so they began to explore this aspect.

I also considered surgery to achieve this, but the conditions for surgery at that time were limited, and even if people without feelings were created, it was often accompanied by some sequelae. Such as signs of dementia, mental retardation, etc.

Later, they figured out a feasible plan to erase the emotions of individuals in the way of "education" the day after tomorrow. After countless experiments, it was found that this way is feasible.

Although it is difficult to succeed.

He was treated as a seed to be cultivated, and since he was a child, he has practiced the exercises of the Extreme Path, and has followed the path he has walked, step by step. But all the seeded players ended up stuck in the top S tier, because none of them could really break free from their emotions.

Until this moment, Sanwu, a weapon that has been tempered for more than ten years, has finally taken shape, and her future road is destined to be unimpeded. The divine army has been formed, but the master who should have mastered it has long since perished.

Sanwu rushed towards the god of war, so fast that she couldn't see the afterimage clearly, she spun in the air, and led her arm to pick up a semicircle.

"Bang!"

The god of war was raising his arm to block, and the qi engine that the two collided with was like a bomb, rippling in the wind and kicking up dust.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

Punch after punch, she was like a tireless machine, her expression blank, repeating her punches.

The spirit of the ten-year-old girl was weeping.

The fifteen-year-old girl's soul roared.

Kill you, kill you.

"Poof...."

The fist pierced the god of war's chest, destroying the heart to pieces.

The god of war froze suddenly, lowered his head, stared at the arm that pierced his chest, raised his head, and met the girl's indifferent eyes.

He grinned, silently, blood all over his gums.

Fourteen years ago, in the training camp of the Ancient God Cult, during the awakening ceremony of a ten-year-old child, the God of War, who is a first-class killer, went to "watch the ceremony" in person.

In the Cult of the Old Gods, there is a tradition that the previous generation of Rank A killers has the obligation and responsibility to choose their own successors.

The god of war knows that in the training camp, there are several children who are particularly good and smart, No. 1, No. 9, and No. 44, which are candidates for his suspended successor, as for who to choose, it depends on the ability and future performance after awakening.

It turns out that the vision of the god of war is right, and those candidates are the fastest among all the children to awaken. And the ability is either powerful or supernatural. can be on the qualification of a Class A killer.

He silently watched the awakening ceremony in secret, and planned to leave, the Grade A killer was busy with his tasks, and it was time to leave after reading it. But at this time, a little girl caught his attention.

She was fished out of the water by the instructor and unconscious.

"It's strange, obviously awakened, why is the movement so small, and you can't even shatter the water tank. The instructor muttered puzzled as she performed CPR.

When the god of war noticed her, she had already woken up, and the little girl was a little natural, her expression was stunned, and she had a pair of slightly hollow eyes. Like pale paper, hollow, but also clean.

"Who is she?" asked the chief instructor of the training camp beside him.

"No. 3, if I remember correctly, it is the orphan of the Yang family, the Yang family that you personally led people to destroy back then. ”

"How's it going?"

"Average in every way. ”

"From now on, she will be my personal disciple. ”

"But..... The Yang family's object-control ability is not strong, and she doesn't have that qualification. ”

The god of war did not answer his reason and left indifferently.

The next day, the chief instructor happily contacted the god of war, saying that he had really picked up a treasure, and that girl's ability was precision strike, an ultra-rare ability, and she was really a natural killer.

The Yang family's ability is to control things, and the girl is indeed an orphan of the Yang family, and what she awakens should be inherited from her mother's ability. Her mother may not be of blood descent, but she should have a good proportion of ancient demon genes in her body.

The chief instructor praised the God of War for his good vision, but in fact, the real reason for the God of War was never said, and he never said it to anyone.

Three are like his daughters.

The appearance is not the same, but a pair of eyes seem to be carved out of a mold.

After the god of war retired from the front line, he ended his career as a killer of the horse leather shroud with honor, and he, like the previous first-class killers, entered the upper echelons of the ancient god cult, formed a family, had his own woman, and had his own children.

It's a daughter.

But in an accident, the god of war was ambushed by the enemy and was seriously injured, and escaped from the encirclement with his strong strength, leaving his wife and daughter behind forever.

It was his best friend who betrayed him.

That year, his daughter was ten years old, which was the age when he saw Sanwu.

This is the daughter that God gave back to him..... That's what the god of war thinks.

Killers can't have friends, or even companions.

This is the lesson that the god of war learned after losing two of his beloved.

Executioners like them, with their hands covered in blood, cannot, and don't deserve friends.

Therefore, the first truth he taught the three nos was loneliness.

The pair of master and apprentice, or rather father and daughter, have their own thoughts and ideas.

The daughter felt that her father was cruel, tyrannical, and ruthless, and that it was a nightmare in life.

And the father has always taught his daughter a truth, a truth that a killer should understand, a truth that has left a deep mark in his life.

When I was ten years old, when I was fifteen years old, when I was twenty-three years old, when I was twenty-three years old, in the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and later on that night in Sanliban Village.

All he was doing was teaching his daughter a truth.

Two angles create two completely different people.

Every child has a rebellious period, every father has a stubborn side, and after many years, the daughter suddenly understands the hard work of her father, and the father also loses his edges and strengths as he gets older. They still have the opportunity to reconcile in a harmonious time, father and daughter.

Sanwu and God of War are not normal father and daughter, their conflict, there is no chance of reconciliation, there is no chance of mutual understanding.

Either the daughter goes through her life in a nightmare, or the father goes to hell with his teachings.

Today, this period of evil is finally cut off by her daughter.

The heart is destroyed, and without special treatment, even a bloodline like the god of war will face death like ordinary people, the difference is only that it dies faster and slower.

The god of war looked at the weapon he had built with his own hands and showed a pleased smile: "You finally understand the truth I taught you....."

With his head hanging down, his bear-like body hanging on Sanwu's arm, this former Class-A killer of the Ancient God Sect finally ended his life of glory and disgrace.

Together with the ancient gods and religions to which he once swore allegiance, they became the dust of history.