Under the cold, threatening gaze of the Blackheart Demon, he kicked him out of the pit with the same kick, and then jumped into the pit. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There were angry scolding and threatening screams from the bottom of the pit, and the sound continued for a long time before gradually stopping.

The wind is slight, blowing the surrounding leaves rustling, the sun in the immortal cultivation world is different from the earth, not just because no one can approach it, as far as the eye can see, this sun in the immortal cultivation world is the size of a grinding plate. The golden sunlight did not shine on all the corners of the pit because of the western oblique.

Just in the shadows where the sun couldn't shine, Qi changed his clothes and flew directly with a cloudy and uncertain expression, and the direction was naturally the direction of Qidian Village.

At the quiet and peaceful village gate, the villagers who came home after work gathered in twos and threes to talk and laugh and walk back. The women of the village waited for their husbands to return home with simple smiles.

Such a peaceful scene no longer exists, and the silence remains, but it is dead and lifeless. Even the sounds of insects and birds have disappeared. Some are just broken pieces of Qidian Village plaques and collapsed rental buildings.

However, these were ignored by Qi who had just fallen into shape, and now his eyes were only red, bright red, blood red. That's the color of hot blood.

Blood seemed to have been deliberately sprinkled all over the village, making the color of the village only blood, and the rich smell of blood made Qi's gloomy face even darker.

It's not that he hasn't seen so much blood, he has seen more blood and corpses on the battlefield, but the red color of the village without a trace of a gap still brings him mental depression.

After a moment's hesitation, he walked into the village, surrounded by the color and smell of blood. There were no corpses all over the village, not even a single one to be seen. As we went deeper, the golden sunlight was obscured by the western peaks, and most of the village looked even more gloomy.

Qi went deeper into the village step by step, he wanted to see if Grandpa Qi's house was still there, although he knew that there was little hope.

He paused as he walked to a larger clearing in the middle of the village, which had been used as a place for the village children to play.

Qi's body trembled and stopped. Even he was shocked to subconsciously stand still, and what was imprinted in his pupils was a dried corpse, a corpse that had been deliberately drained of blood. There are old people, there are women, there are men, there are children.

There was also a familiar face among them, a withered and distorted face, with deep-set eye sockets looking up at the sky that was gradually swallowed up by darkness.

He seemed to be speaking to the sky of unwillingness, resentment. However, the sky, which had lost its light, could not respond to him, even if there were hundreds of corpses around him who also shouted to the sky with empty eyes, the sky still could not respond to them.

And the source of their resentment is the small withered figure at the top of the bone spurs that are several feet long, their faces struggling and twisted, their hands stretched out face down, as if they want to throw themselves into the arms of their parents to avoid physical pain. And their parents were pierced under them by bone piercing, and their mouths were open and the blood left on their flesh and bones was even thicker than the blood in the corners of their eyes.

They hate, hate their own powerlessness, hate the cruelty of the devil, hate the injustice of the heavens. This resentment that had gathered hundreds of people gradually condensed directly above them into a dark cloud of resentment with a strong yin qi. And there were more than a dozen clouds in this sky, and they were still increasing, the largest of which stretched for hundreds of miles, and it was a large city nearby, with a population of more than hundreds of thousands.

Qi didn't know what it was like in his heart, although the life and death of other people had little to do with him, even if the villagers and village chiefs here were not familiar with him, and even feared him and hated him, but he really felt sad, in this immortal cultivation world where people are fish and flesh and I am a sword, anything will happen, and any disaster will come quietly without your knowledge.

When he had not set foot in the battlefield of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he thought that the battlefield was already the most heroic and elusive place. He is the king of the battlefield, an absolute myth, a magical general.

When he first touched the threshold of the immortal cultivation realm, he went to a peaceful other world, even if he was arranged to fight with the demon beasts, demonic beasts, and various enemies of the same other world, it was perfectly solved by him, without a single innocent casualty.

Only at this moment did he truly see the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, the selfishness of the immortal cultivators, and the freedom of the demon cultivators. In the world of cultivating immortals, everything is empty, only strength is the most important, in the world of cultivating immortals, there is strength and everything, even if there is no one, then go to the weak one, because the weak cannot resist the strong.

After realizing this truth, he really wanted to become stronger for the first time, not the half-like before, confused and confused looking for the so-called goal, now he just wants to live in the immortal cultivation world.

It's good that the black cat didn't come along, and Qi couldn't help but think so.

Taking a deep breath of the blood-soaked air, his mind was cleared, and as he exhaled, he walked towards the corpses of the villagers. They needed to be buried, and that was the only thing he could do now, so that they could rest in peace when they died.

It's just that the gradually dense yin qi resentment around him hinders his approach, if he gets one step closer, he believes that the dark clouds of resentment in the air will descend and attack, bombarding and killing those who hinder them from praying to the sky.

Although the grievances of hundreds of people are not difficult for Qi to deal with, these are the final will of the villagers after all, and Qi is not easy to dispel. After lowering his head and thinking, he spat out three corpses from the strange book with a wave of his sleeve, which were the red and green demons and the black heart demons.

"The souls of all unjustly died, a certain generation of the heavens slaughtered the fierce demons, worshiped the souls of you with the head of the fierce demons, rested in vain, and entered the reincarnation as soon as possible." As the words fell, three great heads rose into the sky, and the blood of the monks in the three corpses spurted out, causing countless resentment to surround them, and the dark clouds of resentment in the sky descended to surround the three heads and corpses, and let out hoarse screams, crying, screaming and... The sound of tearing and chewing.

Qi took a few steps back and watched quietly. It wasn't until after half a pillar of incense that the resentment gradually dissipated, and with it, there were three corpses. As night fell, the sounds of insects and birds chirping gradually appeared, and the lantern-sized moon shone on the bright red and bloody village, dispelling the last trace of dead air.

Qi stepped forward to collect the corpses of the villagers again, but Qi suddenly turned to the side in surprise and saw that there was still an intact building there. It seems to be the ancestral hall of the ancestors, and it is also the place where Qi took away the strange book, he didn't even care about its existence before, but just now he heard a suppressed cry from inside.

(There is another chapter)