The sixth question asks about the death of life and death.

Xia Ji was immersed in the perception of sword intent, and his body was wrapped in a dark killing aura.

The killing aura grew thicker and thicker, like a vortex, dragging his consciousness into it.

Suddenly, an atmosphere that made people unable to relax and lose all vigilance came.

From the whirlpool came the seductive voice of a kraken, and the voice was shouting.

"Kill, kill, kill everyone who makes you angry. ”

"Kill, kill everyone who makes you miserable. ”

"If there is no one in the world who is not afraid of you and is afraid of you, then the whole world respects you and respects you. ”

Xia Ji only felt as if he had stepped into the void.

The corpses around him disappeared, the full moon in the sky was gone, and only these few demagogic female voices came from my ears, saying every word as if she was thinking about herself, and every sentence was disintegrating her own doubts.

As soon as he wanted to say that "killing will only make people lose their minds", the voice told him early that "killing is not a loss of reason, but absolute sanity." ”

He also wanted to refute "Killing is for the wicked world", so the voice said early, "Killing is to purify the world, it is to redeem yourself, let's kill." ”

Xia Ji only felt that all his scruples were being picked up layer by layer by this voice, if he hadn't been determined, he would have succumbed a long time ago, and he would have sunk into the killing path.

The most important thing is...

He found himself unable to open his eyes.

Moreover, there is a pair of cold and delicate hands covering his eyes.

There seemed to be something standing behind him, whispering softly in his ear.

Whispering, intimate.

There was a strange smell in the air, like formalin where corpses had been preserved, mixed with the smell of burning gasoline and some strange scents of new flowers.

It was as if he was in a nightmare, pressed by a ghost and unable to move.

In an instant, his will resisted hundreds of times, and the whisper gave hundreds of replies that made him sink a little deeper into the path of murder.

Xia Ji's will became more and more vague.

He even felt that if he were someone else, he would have lost his mind and been instilled into a machine that only knew how to kill.

And at this moment, he only felt that in the darkness of the void, a rainbow-colored light exploded.

The light swept away, removing the darkness.

Far away, the giggling of a woman could be faintly heard, ethereal.

Xia Ji opened his eyes indifferently, the darkness of nothingness disappeared, the light was gone, the full moon was still overhead, and the smell of blood was still in the air.

Turning his gaze around, he remembered the direction of everything around him, even if it was a piece of grass, so... No one has ever come close to themselves in reality.

So... That hand?

The woman's voice?

That whisper?

It seemed like a dream.

But I was just a realization, how could I have such a real experience?

This sudden arrival made Xia Ji feel a strong threat.

He bowed his head and clenched his fists.

The big win just now didn't make him feel the slightest bit excited.

This world is indeed full of many unimaginable existences.

The mind moved.

The Hundred Battle Knife was suddenly pulled out, and the blade was stained with a layer of imperceptible black smoke, coiled and entangled, as if it was ethereal, and it seemed to be real.

Because of the existence of black smoke, the entire Hundred Battle Knife is exuding a terrifying power, I am afraid that once I draw the sword, this murderous aura can make some people who are not strong-willed completely fall to their knees.

And even if a master of the same level fights against himself, I am afraid that in the face of such a level of murderous aura, his strength will be weakened.

What is hidden in this black smoke is the killing aura, which is the murderous aura that is condensed.

And the root cause turned out to be himself.

"Is this the effect of that woman's whisper?"

Xia Ji groaned.

Although he didn't know what was standing behind him just now, let's call it a mysterious woman.

He continued to think.

"But in the previous five realizations, there had never been such a special situation.

So was it triggered by some special condition, or was it a chance event like an 'adventure'?

The answer only needs to be to look for the Dao Master and ask him, 'Is there anything abnormal in your sixth sword question', then the truth may be known. ”

Taking a deep breath, he sheathed the Hundred Battle Knife, and the black smoke dispersed with it.

Xia Ji silently wrote down a few key words in his mind: "whispering", "mysterious woman", and "death".

After doing all this, he began to quickly reflect on his internal strength exchange talent.

What is called an item that can be exchanged for internal force and belongs to oneself?

What you bought, it's obviously your own.

And if you defeat the enemy yourself, the loot you capture also belongs to you.

Perhaps, there will be some more small experiments after that.

After taking stock of the harvest of this battle, Xia Ji was about to get up.

Suddenly, I found that the status bar in my mind had changed again.

This time, there is an extra state!

【Summer Pole】

[True Qi: 377 units]

[True Meaning: Death -1 Unit]

Xia Ji: ???

What does this really mean?

Close your eyes again and feel the changes in your body and mind.

The previous six perceptions seem to have been diluted, as if they were neutralized. Only the breath of death remains.

This death aura can be attached to the sword, and it can also be attached to the true qi.

Xia Ji felt that all the feelings he had crossed over seemed to be for this whisper.

It seems that I asked six times and then got an answer.

And the six questions and one answer form a cycle, and this "1 unit death" is obtained.

This world is really like a mystery.

Pausing his thoughts, Xia Ji got up.

The green light under the long grass has swallowed all the fresh dead air, but the body has not grown, and it still maintains the size of a palm, presumably not reaching the conditions of "evolution to the next level".

Swallowing the poisonous unicorn in one gulp, Xia Guang stood up.

In the distant wasteland, at the entrance of the strange canyon bordering the slaughterhouse plain, many people in the rivers and lakes of Yan costumes are retreating.

I thought that chasing the knights of Wei was to beat the water dogs.

As a result, the mortality rate was flat.

It's not going to work.

The knights of the Yan Kingdom decided to retreat first and meet with the three thousand elite soldiers of their own country.

In this scene, although Murong Cha was killed on the spot by the Great Wei Shengzi, the performance of the Yan army completely repaired this later.

Now, the Son should have been beheaded, and the dead can't die anymore, right?

Then, the first batch of Yan Knights who appeared at the entrance of the Strange Number Canyon saw the distance and suddenly stopped.

The second batch also stopped.

The third group of people pushed and shouted, "What are you doing here, let's go, how can those bitches in Wei State raise them like they have been beaten with chicken blood, and they are chasing after them." ”

"When they chased after them, they really found their own death, and when my Yan Guotie rode for a while, those fools all had to die. ”

"Well?!! how did the people in front stop. ”

"Hurry up, don't stop!"

"What's the hair?"

Deng Zezhen is a member of the periphery of the Dayan Binghe Gang, he is short and flexible, and when he saw that the narrow intersection was blocked, he ran from the crowd to the front, and then he saw the reason for the front to stop.

Then, like the people around him, he stopped, blocking the front, and let the knights behind him shout "Don't stop", also indifferent.

The scene in front of me was too shocking.

Shocked, he almost wondered if he was hallucinating.

It wasn't until he rubbed his eyes and slapped himself twice that he was sure it was real.

In fact, he had never seen such a shocking scene in his life.

A young man wrapped in a black and gold robe, holding a knife and wearing a mantle.

The full moon above his head, Masaaki.

The six thousand corpses of the Yan Wei soldiers at his feet were like a mountain.