From this day on, the dragon spirit began to watch Ye Tianjue's life as an illusory third person, and he wanted to know why he possessed this person, this person gave him a familiar and strange feeling, a feeling that even he couldn't tell.

A day later, Ye Tianjue figured out what had happened to him in the past ten years, the Bloodthirsty Sect had ceased to exist ten years ago, and he could be said to be the last disciple of the Bloodthirsty Sect, no, he was not a disciple, he was just a miscellaneous servant, and Ye Tianjue began to plan for his future.

Two years later, Ye Tianjue entered an unpopular sect with his hard work-Lingyun Sect, when he was twenty-two years old, the number of disciples and teachers in the whole sect would not exceed 1,000, and this became the starting point of Ye Tianjue's life.

Lingyun Sect not only has few people, but also few resources, in Lingyun Sect, the resources are all won by strength, Lingyun Sect will have a batch of cultivation materials appear in the square of the sect in the middle of every month, at that time it is like a mad dog snatching food, the sect stipulates that as long as there are no dead people, but there are many missing arms and legs every month, of course, there is still a breath on the spot, but it didn't take long to die after the end.

Ten years later, Ye Tianjue was thirty-two years old and entered the samurai, in this short ten Chinese New Year's Eve, Ye Tianjue has become the mortal enemy of almost all the disciples in the sect, he is like a wolf who eats people and does not spit out bones, every time the most resources are won by Ye Tianjue, he has experienced the life they have not experienced, but it is not without miscalculations, there is a resource grabbing war that makes her left hand gone.

But everyone's loss is not small, for Ye Tianjue's hand, many people are also missing arms and legs, everyone vaguely remembers Ye Tianjue's eyes when he twisted his left hand, and everyone gave him the title "Ghost Man-Asura"!

Five years later, Ye Tianjue entered the martial arts, he was thirty-seven years old that year, he could be said to be the youngest martial artist in the sect, and he also became the junior teacher of the Lingyun Sect, but he was not satisfied with the status quo.

Seven years later, Ye Tianjue's life took a turn for the better, he offended a super force because of a trial, all the meridians were interrupted, and he was cut off from martial arts in this life, but the fire and enthusiasm in his eyes did not weaken, but became more victorious.

What makes him glad is that Lingyun Sect did not give up on him, although he can only survive as a miscellaneous servant in Lingyun Sect, he has stepped into the physical arts, physical skills are his last hope, although physical skills can not prolong life, but in terms of combat effectiveness, it can be said that it is no worse than martial arts, and he now only thinks that he has used the previous twenty-two years to take his life.

He still has some related physical skills to practice, and he has also read a lot of relevant information about physical skills, but he had no plans to practice physical skills before, but now it is different, physical skills are his last path.

Physical skills: health, training, rigidity and softness, divine power, breath, internal strength, divine bravery, psychic, divine transformation, unity, and changing life against the sky.

Ye Tianjue didn't know where to take out a black book, even the words were black, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it clearly, this book aroused Long Ling's interest.

"One Sword Cultivates ......"

"Dragon Spirit, wake me up!!"

Suddenly there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Long Ling wanted to finish it, but with this call, the scene in front of Long Ling's eyes suddenly turned into pieces, and Long Ling's body was stretched and rolled into the darkness, and he took a last look, seeing Ye Tianjue staring in his direction, his lips moved.

The dragon spirit was startled, and he didn't know if Ye Tianjue was intentional or unintentional, but the next moment the dragon spirit lost consciousness.

"Hmm......"

Long Ling let out a soft snort, but the sound was so small that it was almost inaudible, Long Ling wanted to open his eyes, but it was a little difficult, he felt that his face was bloated and very painful, and he couldn't help but grin a little.

"Haven't you woken up yet? Damn, what the hell is going on? Slap...... Two hundred and forty-ninth palms!"

Long Ling suddenly felt the left side of his face tremble, the whole person trembled, the crisp applause echoed in his ears, and Long Ling's whole person was blindfolded, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Again...... Syllable...... 250 Palm ...... Syllable...... 251st Palm ......"

In an instant, there were two palms again, and Long Ling clearly felt that his face was twice as swollen.

"Stop !!"

The dragon spirit endured the pain and cried out.

"Oops, thank goodness finally woke up. ”

Long Ling's eye sockets have been deformed by Dongfang Wuxi, Long Ling only showed two eyeballs, he pointed at Dongfang Wuxian angrily and couldn't speak, but the next moment he looked at his arm in a daze, his arm was full of blood, his pupils couldn't help but tremble, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Just ......... What just happened? Why did I ...... on my hands? It's all blood?"

"Why don't you remember?"

Dongfang Wuxian was a little surprised, this person didn't know anything, but it was right to think about it, if Long Ling was conscious at that time, he would definitely respond to himself.

"That's ......"

Dongfang Wuxian simply lay down beside the dragon spirit and told everything that had just happened.

"Sure enough, it happened, I ......"

"What the hell happened to the dragon spirit?"

"I ...... I don't know, I don't know anything. ”

"Alas......"

Dongfang Wuxian saw that Long Ling refused to say anything, so he had to sigh, this was his heart knot, and he still needed to untie it himself.

The two of them were speechless and stared at the moon, today's moon is particularly bewitching, I don't know if the moon is red or the rich blood mist reflects the moon.

"Without a trace, you said that you can't be the remnant soul of my previous life, and you have some unfulfilled wishes, so you didn't enter reincarnation, but ......"

"I don't know, but it's possible, my memory is slowly recovering with the improvement of your strength, but it's a bit miscellaneous, in my memory I am a demon who kills people without blinking, I don't know what my name is, I ......"

Long Ling listened quietly, Dongfang Wuxian seemed to have lost his father and fat mother, he was born and there was a great famine, his mother still raised him to the age of four, until that day Dongfang Wuji's mother had no more milk, she looked at the waw in her arms and cried Dongfang Wuji, picked up the sharp stone on the side of the road and cut the vein, and put it on Dongfang Wuji's lips, Dongfang Wuxian was still not sensible, sucking heavily, his mother smiled with relief, his mother also passed away on this day.

The memory is a lot blank here, and then a fair-skinned teenager appears in the picture, Dongfang Wuxian recognized it at a glance that it was himself who had grown up, only to see that he was holding a black long sword, the sword was engraved with the word 'Huangquan', shuttling among thousands of troops and horses, one person and one sword guarding a city.

The blood stained half of the sky, the battlefield was full of blood, corpses were everywhere, blood dripped from the tip of the 'Yellow Spring' sword, the enemy did not dare to take a half step forward, and Dongfang Wuxian became the contemporary "God of Killing"!

“...... That's it!"

Dongfang Wuxian tilted his head to look at the dragon spirit, only to see the dragon spirit's figure trembling constantly.

Dongfang Wuxian patted Long Ling's shoulder, and Long Ling calmed down.

"Brother, no matter what we have been through, no matter who we are, even if we have countless sins on our bodies and blood on our hands, we must go step by step, and if these countless sins cannot be resolved, then let them end in our hands, and we will be the 'terminators of sin'. ”

Long Ling's eyes widened and he looked at Dongfang Wuji, who held Long Ling's hand tightly with both hands.

"Brother, always remember that there is only one heart for us, I will never harm you, and I will always be on your side. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Brother, rest early, let's rush to the Vast City tomorrow, the enrollment competition seems to start tomorrow, and tomorrow will be early. ”

"Hmm. ”

......

"Brother, haven't you been reincarnated yet? Lingxue misses you, do you remember Lingxue, brother. ”

......

"The admissions competition starts tomorrow, and hehehe can have a good time again. ”

......

"The young master's family has an order, this time only succeeds, not failures, and must enter the Vast Sect. ”

......

"Miss, take care tomorrow. ”

......

The heroes of the Western Regions all gathered here, and they were ready to see real gold.