Zombies are one of the oldest creatures in this world.

The real zombie is very powerful, it is born from the resentment of heaven and earth, bad luck, immortal, and abandoned by the three worlds of heaven, earth and man outside the six realms of living beings.

It's just that Murong Fei and these people are not real zombies, at best, they just gave up their souls, in order to pursue the so-called immortality and immortality, monsters who live on blood, and they belong to blood monsters in the demons and monsters, and are usually called the living dead.

"Suffer death!"

Oh!

Murong Fei stared at his red eyes, revealing his sharp fangs, and let out an angry roar, his blood mist boiled all over his body, and he swung his fists and attacked directly.

He may not be a real zombie, but he lives on blood, and his flesh and blood are especially strong, both in speed and strength, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He was fast, but Gu Qingfeng was faster than him.

When he attacked, Gu Qingfeng grabbed his neck as soon as he raised his hand, and clasped his palm on his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Bang! Bang!

When the three palms fell, Murong Fei was already blurred in flesh and blood, and at the same time, the other eight people were also attacked by blood mist, and they came in an instant.

"Get out of here!"

At this time, Gu Qingfeng shouted angrily, shook his body, and his body shook, and with a bang, the flesh and blood of the eight people who attacked him flew sideways on the spot.

Ahh

Murong Fei was choked by Gu Qingfeng's neck, he couldn't move at all, he roared wildly, the black blood mist all over his body boiled wantonly, and roared: "I have an immortal body, you can't kill me at all!

"The little living dead dare to claim immortality in front of me!"

Gu Qingfeng pinched Murong Fei's neck, raised his arm, opened his five fingers, and his palm seemed to be cloudy with spiritual power mixed with thunder and lightning.

"Don't say you're just a monster of the living dead! Even if you're a real zombie, if I want to kill you, you won't survive!"

Bang!

Another palm.

Murong Fei's arms were shattered.

"Since you want to be dead so much, then be a complete dead man!"

Bang!

The third palm fell, and Murong Fei's head was already shattered.

He's dead.

All of them are dead.

The ice sculpture-like hall was full of flesh and blood stumps, black blood was flowing on the ground, and his rolling and mighty momentum was still echoing in this ice sculpture-like hall, shaking the hall and shaking the hall constantly, and also shaking the Daqian Zhenren and Ziyun Zhenren outside the hall paralyzed on the ground, their faces were like ashes, their hearts were trembling, their bodies were shaking, and their souls couldn't stop being afraid.

The two wanted to stay here, wait and see what happens, and have a sandpiper and clam compete for the fisherman's profit.

Yes.

They think so, but at this moment, they don't dare to think like this anymore, they just want to leave, the farther away the better.

They want to.

But it was just thinking, the soul was afraid, the mind was frustrated, the spirit was broken, the body couldn't move at all, it was just paralyzed on the ground, and it didn't even dare to breathe, or even open its eyes.

Daqian Zhenren has been cultivating for more than a thousand years, and he has seen a lot of large and small scenes, such bloody scenes are not unexperienced, and even more bloody scenes than these have been seen, but he still doesn't dare to look at it, not that he doesn't dare to look at this bloody scene, but he doesn't dare to look at the ancient breeze here.

They didn't expect it, nor could they imagine that this man in white looked clean on the surface, although he was not weak, but he also seemed calm and indifferent, how could he move so terrifyingly.

This horror is not a raging horror.

Rather, it is a silent horror.

He seemed to be quiet all the time, and the expression on that cold face was always so flat, no sadness, no joy, no anger or anger, nothing, not even murder, as if killing was simply a normal thing for him, and it could not arouse any emotions in him at all, not even the slightest bit.

Is killing numb?

Wei Qing didn't know about this problem, but he could see that Gu Qingfeng didn't care about the life or death of Murong Fei from the beginning, he didn't care, he didn't care at all.

If you look, he will let you see.

If you reason, he will reason with you.

If you talk about the rules, he will see the rules with you.

If you move your mind, he will make you move.

Whatever kind of conspiracy and tricks, he will let you play it.

Even if you want to do it, he will let you do it.

But there is only one thing, and it must not be killed.

Once you kill the machine, you will definitely die.

That's probably his bottom line.

His bottom line is very low, so low that as long as you don't move to kill, you can do anything.

It's a kind of indifference, but also a kind of indifference.

Because he doesn't care if you live or die.

Really don't care?

Wei Qing may think so, at least, the discordant monk doesn't think so.

At this moment, Wei Qing closed his eyes and lowered his head, not daring to look or speak.

The Fuji monk also lowered his head and closed his eyes, the only difference was that he did not nibble on the delicious food again, but folded his hands, as if recalling the scene just now, and said secretly in his heart.

When it is still like water, when it is moving, it is like water, the mind is silent, not affected by anything, joy is, anger is, sadness is, sorrow is, killing people is also, the heart is like stopping water, this state of mind can be called the Buddha does not move.

Thinking of this, the Fuji monk couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed, awesome!

opened his eyes, looked at Da Qian and Ziyun Zhenren who were paralyzed on the ground, and then looked at Qin Wanli, who was still kneeling on the ground, and the flesh and blood belonging to Murong Fei and others in the main hall, and looked at ...... Recalling, as if he realized something, Monk Fuji couldn't help but tremble with fright, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he was a little panicked in his heart, and muttered.

Three lives, three deaths and three annihilations?

The so-called three lives, three deaths and three annihilations refer to the fact that anyone has three chances of survival in front of him, and there are only three times.

The first time, I didn't kill you, it was for the rest of my life.

The second time, I can still not kill you, it is for the second life.

The third time, I will not kill you either, it is for the sake of three lives.

But there must not be a fourth.

This is not forbearance, but a kind of respect for life, also known as three lives.

Three deaths refers to the fact that anyone has three chances of dying in front of them.

The first time, I broke both of my legs first, and I died.

The second time, he cut off his arms, and he died for the second time.

The third time, his head was cut off, and he died for three times.

The second monk looked at the paralyzed Daqian Zhenren, Ziyun Zhenren, Qin Wanli who was kneeling on the ground, and Mu Yulong in the corner, and muttered, Sansheng.

looked at the flesh and blood stumps on the ground that belonged to Murong Fei and the others, and muttered a sentence of three deaths.

After reciting, there was a pop, and the Fuji monk seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Three lives and three deaths......

This is the fucking way of killing!

Only...... Only those who have been enchanted will abide by this law of killing!

No!

It is not only those who have entered the demons, but those who have entered the demons by killing will abide by this law of killing, which can be called a heavenly sin.

Kill to the ......

This is the most extreme demon, and it is also the most terrifying demon, known as the demon within the devil.

Exactly how to kill into demons, Fuji Monk didn't know, but he knew that there was once a person who slaughtered tens of millions of lives, and then went crazy.

Madness is madness, and demonization is two different concepts.

The gap between the two is like a rat elephant, and the horror of the latter is far from being comparable to that of the former.

Fuji Monk doesn't know how many lives to slaughter before he can kill demons.

However, this is not what makes him feel the most terrifying, what really makes him feel creepy.

It's not terrible to be in a demon, it's a person who can still come out of a demon after being demonic.

This kind of person can hardly be described as terrible and terrifying......

Because they are all masters of killing.