If he could fully feel this special artistic conception, Chen Fan would feel that his combat effectiveness would be much improved.

The artistic conception of killing, just hearing the first two words, makes people feel awe.

Many monks have been killed all their lives, but many times they do so out of desperation.

People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed.

The first time Chen Fan killed someone back then, it was precisely because others wanted to kill him.

A lot of times people can't help themselves, and if you don't, you're going to lose your life.

Moreover, in the face of resources, few people can be calm. Everyone's eyes will be red when they see the resources. Everyone hopes that they can get key resources and become the strongest in this world.

Because only then can they ensure that they are not exploited by other people.

The white tiger looked extremely holy at the moment.

But there was an invisible light hanging over it, and a faint red aura floated beside it.

Chen Fan stood respectfully in front of him, the small droplets of blood in his heart were still floating.

Only when this little drop of blood was completely felt could his cultivation of the true intent of killing be completely consummated.

"How do you take the last step?"

Chen Fan looked at the statue of the White Tiger in front of him, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

The previous perceptions were all cramming, it can solve part of the pressure, there are related feelings, can come to his heart, let it think slowly.

But it's not the same in front of you.

If he wants to realize all this, he must change it through his own actions.

Someone had provided him with a path before, and he just had to follow that path and keep walking. But now if he wants to completely perfect this true meaning, the most critical step still needs to be taken by himself.

The monks in the rear all looked at the thin black back with envious eyes.

Many people wanted to come to this place, but after so many years, it seems that only the swordsman in black can do it.

"I've seen powerful seniors come to the vicinity of the White Tiger Statue, but it seems that the only one who really came to the statue is this boy in black. One of the monks seemed to remember something extraordinary, and when he said this, the monks around him fell silent.

They were still immersed in the joy of gambling.

But now, they feel as if they have witnessed history.

"It seems that this is really the case! At present, there are indeed powerful seniors who have come to the surroundings of the White Tiger Statue, but the only one who can stand in front of this statue face to face is this hateful boy in black!"

Many people showed expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Everyone hopes that they can become the key person to replace the other, but they can only look at each other's backs here and envy.

Chen Fan looked at the statue of the White Tiger in front of him, and the whole person had entered a state of emptiness.

It's not that easy to find the answer, it takes a little bit of thinking.

He sat on the floor, his eyes closed.

The law of killing that he had realized in the past was like flowing water in his heart, slowly reversing back. There was a red aura floating around his body, which looked rather faint, but in fact, the killing meaning in it was too strong.

Even if it is an asura from hell, when he sees this murderous aura, he will probably be shocked in the future.

This is pure murderous energy that comes from the origin.

If you don't have enough killing intent, you will definitely not be able to resist the invasion of such a killing intent.

Even if it is a monk with high strength, after the impact of such a killing intent, the whole person's mind will become shaken.

After all, people are not puppets, and under the influence of the external environment, people's minds can easily change.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, but he still couldn't find any reason in his heart.

It's too hard to feel this true meaning.

"It seems to be a little harder than I thought. ”

After Chen Fan slowly said this sentence in his heart, the light in his eyes did not fluctuate.

He is a very confident person.

If you make yourself suspicious of yourself because of such trivial things, then you don't have to go on the next path of cultivation.

The red light continued to circulate around his body, and there were only two true meanings here, and that was the word killing.

"What the hell is killing?"

Chen Fan's soul seemed to have jumped out of her body, and her thoughts began to play back.

He thought that he was in that dilapidated small city, Wanbei City, as if it was the name in his memory, and everything was too far away......

The black-clothed swordsman spent a very perfect childhood there, he was carefree at that time, and the Ye family also took good care of her. He thought he was the young master of the Ye family, but when he became an adult, his adoptive father did inhumane things to him.

When he was thrown into a mass grave, Chen Fan had actually accepted his fate. If it weren't for the gluttonous consciousness coming into his body, he would soon be buried alive.

Those days are a bit hard to look back on, but they do exist.

Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in his heart.

In the past, she seemed to be guided by such anger, but now he is too peaceful in his heart.

Even if he wants to return to the world now, it is almost impossible. The strength of an individual is rejected by the laws of the world, unless his power can oppose the laws of the whole world, otherwise all this is just a flash in the pan.

He remembered the first time he had killed, the warm blood fluctuating in his hands.

Those two hateful accomplices died at his hands, and at the hands of the Devouring Runes. The other party's strength was deprived by him little by little, and the black aura circulated in his body.

At that moment, he felt like he was the master of the whole world, as if he was able to devour everything in heaven and earth.

But in retrospect, what was it like to kill people at the time?

"What did it feel like when I killed someone for the first time?"

Chen Fan now asked himself in his heart, thinking of that incident in the past made him feel a little excited. But after going through too much, he found that his heart became a little cold. The sword in his hand had killed so many people that he couldn't remember what it was like to cut the throat of his enemy.

It's like cutting down a tree, and he doesn't have any fluctuations in his murderous heart now.

What Chen Fan has to do now is to regain the feeling of killing someone for the first time back then.

If he can't get back to that feeling, he might really fall short......