This sword is smashed, and it is no longer slashed!

There is no such sharp edge, but the heavy power makes Zhou Ming extremely desperate!

This hit carried the power of the Kunpeng Technique in the Dapeng from the sky, the figure was like a streamer, and the breath of the stars flickered above the stars, and the sword was circulating, and the sword shadow was incomparably vast!

At the last moment of his life, Zhou Ming didn't even have time to make a sound.

Horror crawls all over the face, and the vocal cords are blocked in extreme fear, and the person is actually unable to scream and make a sound.

He wanted to scream, extremely puzzled, why this garbage suddenly became so strong!

It's only been a few months, and a few months ago, he could easily kill him, this is still a mortal who hasn't set foot on the path of cultivation, but in a few months, he is so vulnerable in the hands of this waste!

He always felt that Lin Que was just a good fate, saving Mu Yuyan, killing the devil, and befriending the third master of Ning Wangfu, he felt that he was just stepping on shit luck.

It was only at the moment of death that he finally understood his ridiculousness, but he had no time or opportunity to regret it.

A mocking smile flashed at the corners of his mouth, obviously mocking himself.

Seeing the sword shadow fall like this, an astonishing sharp pain surged into his heart, he completely lost consciousness, and under the severe pain, his body was annihilated.

Blood splattered, this sword smashed down, Zhou Ming's body exploded directly, erupted from his body, and the whole person exploded into a blood flower with a bang!

The sword qi lingered on Lin Que's side, and the blood flower did not reach his body.

He looked at the scene of the brain-splitting in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little disgusting, the last time the murder was directly filmed into slag, this time it was a lot of blood, and the intestines and brains flowed all over the ground.

I slowly calmed down.

The system, which hadn't been seen for a long time, spoke in his heart: "Ding Dong, the second killing...... Get rewarded...... No reward!"

Lin Que was stunned for a moment, and then laughed angrily, the system's mouth was too broken: "There is no reward for saying a hammer!"

"Not this time, but for the tenth time!"

"Can you still kill people?" Lin Que was stunned, didn't he encourage himself to kill.

"The so-called killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is the best! The host can get a massive amount of energy rewards for killing hundreds of millions of people one day! There is a reward for killing ten people, there are also a reward for killing a hundred, thousands, ten thousands, ten thousand, millions, all of them!"

Lin Que thought for a while: "You obtained the power of death from the dead, so the corresponding rewards appeared?"

He somewhat understood how this system worked, except for his broken mouth, it basically followed some rules between heaven and earth.

"The host is so smart! he is worthy of being a person who has gone through nine years of compulsory education!"

“......”

Lin Que was speechless, looking at the corpse in front of him, and pondering the words of the system in his heart.

There is a reward for killing enough 10 people, and there is a reward for killing 100 people, which is quite a considerable income point!

At that time, the first kill gave 1000 energy points, and the back should not be less than the first kill, so it was a waste to miss such a large number of energy points, you must know that the system is still owed 5000 energy points.

Of course, with Lin Que's character, he would never kill unarmed mortals to complete these tasks.

Lin Que is not a virgin, but there is a bottom line, if he wants to kill the old, weak, sick and cripple the poor people, he will never be able to do it.

"You can ...... to kill the bandits"

"The system is warmly improved, only by killing monks can there be rewards, and only then can they be counted as heads! Mortals have no power to die!"

One sentence blocked Lin Que's thoughts.

"Mortals can't do it......" he frowned, there are indeed monks who go to be bandits, but there are too few.

While thinking about it, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Demon Gate!"

The twelve sects are forming a real alliance to exterminate the Demon Gate, and they are following the army to collect people's heads, not to mention ten people and hundreds of people, and thousands of people are probably killed!

The strength of this demon sect is better than any of the twelve sects alone, and the number of disciples is extremely large, not to mention tens of thousands!

The people who killed the Demon Gate, Lin Que didn't have any guilt in his heart.

The path of cultivation of the disciples of the Demon Sect does not know how many mortals or monks they have stepped on.

Most of them practice blood skills, and if they want to improve their realm, they rely on killing people, and every demon disciple has blood on their hands!

The ascension of the first-level realm of many Demon Sect disciples even relied on killing their parents, killing their brothers, and killing their sisters!

......

While thinking about quickly leaving here, Lin Que did not return to Qingyang Sect, but walked towards the west.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a bald monk who claimed to be unparalleled in defense, and he was famous in the imperial dynasty, and I had to ask him to learn the spiritual art related to defense. ”

Even if it is to follow the righteous path army into the demon gate, it is very dangerous to do it, it is not enough to have a body method, Lin Que needs a defensive spirit technique, otherwise it is very likely that he will die after an aftermath under the attack of a high-realm powerhouse!

Moreover, a defensive supernatural ability is also quite important in itself.

Ryoma walked forward and spent several days finding the temple where the bald head had been.

System Boost: "No Revenants!"

Lin Que was stunned, the bald monk didn't care about the temple at all.

Only where the obsession is deep will there be a dead soul, and the realm of this monk is definitely enough to support the existence of the dead soul, and there is no doubt here that it is somewhere else.

I walked around this temple for a long time and inquired about all kinds of news.

Because it has only been more than a hundred years since the monk's death, all kinds of news are still very complete.

According to the words of the current host, this bald head is not a monk, and he has never really become a monk, but has just shaved his degree.

"He had something on his mind and couldn't really enter the Buddha's door, but he wanted to enter the Buddha's door, so he stayed here. ”

He listened to the lectures of the previous presiding officer all day long, and every once in a while, the presiding officer would ask him if he had really let go, and at this time he would always struggle for a long time, never really let go, and never made up his mind to really become a monk. ”

Listening to the old monk's words, Lin Que couldn't help but be a little surprised.

What does this bald head mean? It's weird.

"Does he go anywhere else?"

"It is said that he never left the temple, but he often closed himself in his room and did not appear for a long time, and the presiding officer once said that he kept sighing inside and could not let go of what was in his heart. The old monk folded his hands and said.

"Can you take me to his room?"

"Yes. ”

The two walked crookedly all the way, and soon came to a dilapidated house: "This place has been uninhabited for a long time. ”

Lin Yuan turned his head and stepped into it, a breath of time quaint came in, and the whole room was very clean, and there was almost nothing.

A bed, a table, a bench, nothing else.

Lin Que's eyes were full of pupils, looking around the room, inch by inch, and almost no abnormalities were found.

And when his eyes skimmed over the pillow on the bed, he suddenly noticed something different.

There is a red thread hidden in this pillow!