Li Siwen, who stood with his sword, was surrounded by these dead corpses.

From those fresh and clean faces, it can be seen that they were no different from ordinary people before they died, why are they now reduced to the tools of a bug?

Because of greed.

Because of this desire. Greed in the City of Hope.

If you don't enter this little world, you don't enter this desire. In the capital of hope, they will still live an ordinary life, doing what ordinary people will do, and three meals a day are plain.

Li Siwen seemed to see what each of them looked like before they were alive.

His heart wavered a little, and his hand holding the sword loosened a little.

Cha.

The first corpse clawed and grabbed him on the back.

But I'm sorry that I didn't show a crimson mouth, and I didn't shed a little bright red blood.

The big bug hiding behind the dead body writhed. body, because it did not smell the expected bloody gas.

If there is the first trace of blood, it will make those dead corpses crazy, and the enemies they treat will be torn to shreds.

But none of this happened.

Those dead corpses, suddenly like crazy, rushed towards Li Siwen en masse.

A group of monsters with no pain, no feelings, only the command to attack the enemy and tear the enemy, especially these people's faces are still changing through the air cyclone that is stirred around them.

Li Siwen's eyes flashed countless faces that he was particularly familiar with, including parents, relatives and friends.

Those were the people he valued most in this world.

This kind of spell that disturbs people's hearts, Li Siwen just wants to sneer, how can I Immortal Venerable be disturbed by this kind of street illusion, something that can't be put on the table.

The Qingtian Sword in his hand suddenly became several times larger, and the sword light was at its peak, showing a blue-purple color.

With a sword roar, a trace of blue-purple Limang cut through the dead body that surrounded Li Siwen.

Dozens of corpses fell to the ground with a single sword, each of which was cut from the left shoulder to the right waist with a sword, and broke into two pieces in unison.

The big insect that controlled the corpse legion felt bad, and a roar of anger formed an air wave that transmitted to the ears of these dead corpses.

These corpses suddenly straightened up, and their pale skin slowly bulged. Red veins appeared. Red veins dotted the surface of the corpses' bodies, making it look like a web of blood had netted the outer layers of their stiff bodies.

The white corpse turns into a red corpse, and the power can be imagined.

The old beggar and Liang Muyan stood on the periphery and looked at the truth.

Liang Muyan pinched a sweat for Li Siwen, she knew that if Li Siwen died, she would not be able to live alone, even if she wanted to survive, she would not be able to survive in this bizarre little world.

After all, she is not very capable, and it is here that Liang Muyan, who has always focused on game life, has the idea of concentrating on studying martial arts.

Not for anything else, just to be able to fight side by side with Li Siwen in the future, and not to be a drag on him.

The old beggar took another sip of wine and sighed loudly: "Hey, this offspring surnamed Li is really commendable, and he can force out the red color refined by monsters. The ghost puppet can continue to kill, but I see that his strength is almost exhausted, and he can't escape a dead word left and right. ”

"Shut up."

Liang Muyan yelled at the old beggar: "He won't die, you never know how strong he is." Shut your mouth and wait for him to return victorious. ”

"Huh." The old beggar smiled disdainfully, and although his laughter was a little contemptuous, his eyes were full of regret.

It's been too long since it's been so lively, but the old beggar knows in his heart that it is impossible to kill thousands of ghost puppets, even if this kid surnamed Li has a lot of high opinions, but he will definitely not be the opponent of this bug and the army of ghost puppets.

It's only a matter of time before people die.

While the old beggar was drinking, sighing, and lamenting, the heavens changed.

"It's over, this dead insect not only turned the white corpse into a red corpse, but also attracted the celestial phenomena, Li Xiaozi is finished, and he has to deal with these demon-like red corpses, and he has to resist the heavenly thunder that will come immediately.

If I'm an old man, I'm a hundred years younger, and I can't resist it.

Little girl, let's prepare for the aftermath of Li Xiaozi. ”

As soon as these words came out, Liang Muyan's eyes looked at the old beggar like a sharp knife.

"If Li Siwen dies, don't worry, I will bite you to death before I die, an old beggar, brew your heart into wine, and pour it for Li Siwen to drink."

When the old beggar heard this, he immediately covered his heart with his hand and his mouth with the other, indicating that he would no longer speak.

Liang Muyan saw that the old beggar had finally shut up, so he turned his head and continued to stare at the battle situation on Li Siwen's side.

The Qingtian Sword kept waving, and the blue-purple sword light slashed towards these dead corpses one by one, but there were too many of these dead corpses, and every time Li Siwen cut back a group of red corpse puppets, a group of red corpse puppets would come up, just like an endless number.

At this time, the clouds above Li Siwen's head had almost gathered, and there were lightning flashes in the clouds.

The disgusting big bugs hiding behind these thousands of red corpse golems swung their tentacles and moved regularly, like some kind of summoning ritual.

As the clouds get thicker, the thunder and lightning brewing in the clouds become denser and more numerous.

After a muffled thunder, a white flash slashed straight at the position where Li Siwen was standing, less than a meter away.

It is said that ghosts are afraid of thunder, and it is really good, this not too big lightning slashed over, and it did not split Li Siwen, but it killed a few red dead puppets that relied on Li Siwen's recent days.

When the lightning in the clouds appeared again.

There was a crackle, the earth was shaken, and the ground trembled.

Li Siwen held his sword upwards and said, "What I am waiting for is this lightning." ”

There was a popping sound.

The huge white lightning bolt slashed directly at the Qingtian Sword held by Li Siwen in his right hand.

The Qingtian Sword, which was one meter long and three inches wide, suddenly became larger, and the sword body successfully pulled the huge thunderbolt.

Suddenly, a white light burst out, and every ray of white light emitted from the sword body was a cage shaped by the power of thunder and lightning, and the cage was scattered from the person to the bottom, leading into a huge net woven by lightning and lightning.

The net was firmly wrapped around the red corpse.

All the dead bodies were illuminated by Lei Mang, thinking that his slow soldiers had arrived, until the insect found out that the thunder and lightning it had pulled by itself had actually become Li Siwen's helper. When the insect thought of this, it raised its head to the sky and shouted, and there was a little hesitation and unwillingness in its cry.

But it was clear that the bug had already screamed.

This was an order to escape, and the first reaction of some of the corpse puppets standing on the periphery who had not been reddened was to escape.

But at the moment when they wanted to escape, the memorization made of the Thunder Domain had already been completed.

The sound of a sizzle sounded at the edge of this power grid made of thunder and lightning.

The corpses that were close to the edge of the power grid were all damaged, and under the voltage generated by the powerful lightning, they turned into dried corpses in an instant, and some of them were even burned directly to soot.

Thousands of red corpse puppets, the old beggar stabilized his mind, and yelled at Li Siwen: "Li boy, don't kill too much, it's hard to pay back the killing, and you have to lose your life, be merciful under the sword." ”

Be merciful under the sword.

These four words Li Siwen often uses to remind himself, but for those who provoke him again and again, and even those who want to treat him as a waste, he will not let go of any of them.

The red corpse puppet of the army of thousands of people can't be killed, so what if I kill it.

Li Siwen stood at the center point of this group of red corpse puppets and shouted at the Qingtian Sword that was constantly emerging.

The thunder-breaking sword is the first momentum.

Thunderbolt Prison.

Harvest.

With a bang, tens of thousands of prison electric ropes composed of thunderbolts were retracted together.

There was no time for these red corpse puppets to scream, and in a few breaths, thousands of red corpse golems turned into powder, and some of the red corpse golems that had not been completely burned to ashes curled their charred corpses on the ground, and reached out to the big bugs that had been standing behind them.

Li Siwen is not a kind person, and he doesn't need to be kind, because sooner or later, his kind nature will become a weapon used by others, and it is also very likely to break his sharp blade.

Therefore, if a person has no desire, he is strong, and if his heart is like iron, he is strong.

I think he was obsessed with Qingtian Sword Slaughter. When he killed the original inhabitants of the entire planet, every one of those inhabitants was a living person, but he never hesitated to kill them.

The immortal road of the ages, who didn't step on the white bones and walked to a high position.

Therefore, he will not show mercy to the living, and he will not show mercy to these dead corpses.

At this moment, the old beggar saw the word ruthless in Li Siwen's eyes, and then looked at the thousands of charcoal-like corpses burned to ashes behind Li Siwen.

Ay!

Slaughtering thousands of people with one sword, without blinking an eye, this kind of person's state of mind is too powerful and too terrifying.