Above the void, countless virtual statues of gods and Buddhas have become thinner and thinner, and their number has become smaller and smaller.

The golden light on Huineng's body began to dim, and he was no longer able to do it.

However, his dedication to Qin Feng made him still struggle to support.

He didn't believe that Qin Feng could keep emitting that blood-colored sword.

He didn't believe that Qin Feng's true yuan would be so strong.

Indeed, Hui Neng thought well, Qin Feng couldn't be like this all the time, but it could last for a long time.

But Qin Feng didn't have the heart to play with Hui Neng anymore.

He's been delayed for too long.

"Old monk, if you continue to consume me like this, more people will die. ”

Qin Feng swung a few more blood-colored blades, then slowly stopped, and smiled at Hui Neng.

"What?"

Huineng was puzzled, his mind had always been on Qin Feng's body, and he didn't pay attention to what was happening at sea at all.

"Hehe, you look down. ”

Qin Feng pointed to the sea under the void, and Hui Neng looked in his direction, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

The original horizontal eyebrows are no longer cold, but there are a little more kind eyebrows on his face.

"Alas!"

"What a sin. ”

The essence light on Huineng's body dissipated, and he turned into an old monk again, folded his hands, bowed slightly towards the sea, and then looked at Qin Feng.

"The donor's cultivation is profound, but the killing is too heavy, and the blood and qi on his body are dark, so let's restrain it in the future!"

"The old monk is gone!"

When the words fell, Hui Neng didn't look at Qin Feng, he stepped out, and his figure dissipated into the void.

Qin Feng's face was flat, and there was still a faint evil smile on the corner of his mouth, scoffing at Huineng's words.

Killing?

What's that?

What he wants to do, the gods and Buddhas are unstoppable.

The people he wants to kill, heaven and earth cannot be saved.

Weakness is original sin.

Killing to stop killing is the right way to practice.

This is a wise saying that Qin Feng has summed up for thousands of years.

Bowing his head and looking at the countless frightened fleets of various countries, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth couldn't help but sneer thickly.

"What a greedy bunch!"

"Since you are not afraid of death, then go and die!"

Then, the Blood Soul Knife in his hand suddenly shattered, and countless tiny blood beads began to transform into a blood-red long knife phantom, with the killing intent of Senhan, like a sea of blood, shrouded in the sky above this sea area.

"Go!"

As Qin Feng drank coldly, countless blood-colored swords densely swept from the sky, shrouding countless crazy careerists in the shadow of death.

"Oh God, no, no, you can't do that. ”

A staff officer on the flagship of the United Fleet of the United States looked at the crimson sword in the sky, his face trembled, and he roared.

"Oh my God, this is not a gift from God, this is a devil's funeral. ”

"We are all undertakers. ”

"Death has struck. ”

There were soldiers standing on the deck of the battleship, looking at the red sword light flashing in the sky, and groaning in despair.

Finished.

It's all over.

Their greed killed them.

The soldiers on the countless decks all stared blankly at the spectacular scene in the sky, the red curtain that saw them off.

On the island country's self-defense fleet, the short middle-aged commander looked at the blood-colored sky, his eyes were no longer focused, and he was still muttering to himself.

"Come, come, the time is coming to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. ”

With a perverted flush on his face, he slowly drew a sharp, delicate long knife hanging from the cabin, and knelt on the ground, the hilt upside down.

"Poof!"

The crimson blood flowers shimmered blindly under the white knife light, and wisps of blood crossed the corners of his mouth.

He committed suicide by seppuku.

.........

Thousands of nautical miles away, the flagship of the Chinese Fleet is floating and sinking among several frigates.

In the control room, there was dead silence.

Everyone couldn't help but stop breathing.

No one made a sound, everyone quietly looked at the distant sky through the transparent hanging window.

Blood-red glare as a place where a death funeral was taking place.

Even if they couldn't see it with their own eyes, the staff officers could imagine the desperation of those people.

It was nothing short of a naked massacre.

This is the punishment of the immortals.

This group of careerists paid a terrible price for their madness.

After a long time, a young staff officer stood up, slowly walked to the middle-aged man at the front, and saluted with an extremely respectful expression.

"Chief, your wise decision saved the entire fleet and saved the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. ”

"I sincerely apologize to you for my presumptuous remarks. ”

As he spoke, he took off his military hat and bowed ninety degrees.

At the same time, the other staff officers suddenly stepped forward, all took off their hats, and bowed.

"You are a qualified commander!"

"And we're not qualified staff officers!"

Heavy voices resounded in the control room, and the middle-aged man looked at the sky in the distance, but he was not half proud in his heart.

On the contrary, boundless fear and confusion pervaded his chest.

From the Iron Horse to the Gun to the Superconducting Nuclear Bomb, the world's greatest power is constantly evolving, and there is no doubt that each time will bring unprecedented changes.

So, what kind of changes should this power that is comparable to that of immortals bring?

What will the world look like?

Middle-aged people have longing in their hearts, but they are also afraid.

The new revolution will undoubtedly lead to the development of civilization, but at the same time it will represent a great disaster.

How many people will survive with such a powerful force, and how many will lose their lives?

What kind of changes will take place in the course of civilization?

.........

Qin Feng didn't have the slightest good impression of these war careerists, although he was not a good person, but the people he killed were generally not good people.

More or less, they all have some selfish motives and other purposes.

Qin Feng didn't care how many people would die under the big battle between him and Huineng, anyway, there were countless people who died in his hands.

The evil of the devil has filled his soul.

However, demons generally attach great importance to their private possessions, and do not allow anyone to touch them.

He is the same, for the people who have a relationship with him, Qin Feng cherishes it very much.

He's such extremes, such paranoia.

Wuzhou, Jiangnan, red leaf villa area.

Qin Feng returned from the sea, descended from the void, and slowly pushed open the familiar door.

Even if he hasn't lived here for a long time, because of Luo Chengcheng's relationship with him, he has a sense of belonging here.

It was noon, Qin Feng thought that Luo Chengcheng had gone to the company, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the villa, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Ice and snow, eyes full of ice and snow.

Expensive sofas, glass chandeliers, low coffee tables, even fruit bowls on coffee tables, carpeted floors, refrigerators, walls, everything is covered in white snow and ice.

It was the height of summer, and the sun was shining outside the villa, but the inside of the villa had become a world of ice and snow.

The biting temperature contrasted sharply with the scorching heat outside.

"Allure~~"

Qin Feng's heart tightened, afraid that something would happen.

He stepped out and came to the bedroom on the second floor, pushed the door in, and Luo Qingcheng's figure suddenly came into view.

At this moment, the wonderful person in front of him is really difficult to describe in words.

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