And Doer, who was regarded as a prospective apprentice by Ge Daye, the old man Ge from the Taixu Gate Void Heaven Peak, had already flown to the front half of Luo Yiming, who looked calm, without saying a word, staring at Luo Yiming, as if waiting for Luo Yiming to speak first, although there was no arrogance on his face, and he was outrageously calm, but it was this indifferent posture that vividly embodied a kind of arrogance with empty eyes.

Today's Dole is fearless, he has a back hand, even Xiao Yan doesn't know, the little monk may know some of this variable, whether the little monk is an enemy or a friend, he doesn't know, only look at it later, of course he has to live.

And how powerful this latter hand is, it can only be effective when he is really dead.

Luo Yiming is a very knowledgeable person who knows how to observe words and looks, but he just introduced himself and didn't say anything else, "In Xia Luo Yiming, the elder of Xiaoyaomen Yunxiao Tower." ”

Dol wants to kill someone, but he Luo Yiming can't stop him, so naturally he won't dissuade Dol without knowing whether he is alive or dead, but if Dol wants to kill him, he won't be arrested.

The terrifying murderous aura on Dol's body also had a slight impact on Luo Yiming, but he was firm in mind and not too big, but the faces of the four monks in the realm of Death behind him were not very good, snow-white and snow-white, cold sweat flowed, and he didn't even have the courage to look at Dol.

Luo Yiming, who has an extraordinary mind, guessed that Dol would not slaughter the next half of the city, and would slaughter it early, so there was no need to wait until now, but Dol came to kill people, and how many people he killed was not something he could guess.

Doer glanced at Luo Yiming lightly and didn't say anything, then turned his gaze downward, looked at the trembling people at the gate of the West City, and shouted lightly: "The monks stay, the mortals leave, and then I will relieve the city and give you half an hour." Whoever messes with me, I kill whom. ”

As soon as the words fell, Dole no longer paid attention to the people who heard Fang Cai's words like in a dream, turned his head to the side, and looked at a young monk in purple clothes standing motionless not far behind the three of them in the western sky.

Isn't this person the Korean who escaped before, and who is it?

For the first time, the expressionless Dole showed his extreme speed in front of everyone, and with his current weightless perception, he could turn a distance of fifteen zhang into an inch. A normal person is one step at a time, because his physique is extremely poor now, he is inferior to adults, and he can only run two steps in an instant, but even so, he can still reach a fierce speed of almost a thousand feet in an instant, this speed is far beyond the monk of the Great Perfection of Death, but it is not comparable to the monk of the realm of enlightenment.

This is a far cry from his peak, and the effect of physical strength on speed is huge.

And Dole's reason for doing this is simple. It is to imply to everyone that the monks below the realm of death can't even touch his side, and they want to kill people above the realm of death.

However, Dole is playing psychological warfare, and the full speed he shows is not in the eyes of outsiders, and maybe he will be faster.

Undoubtedly, this will reduce the number of insignificant assassinations.

Less than a moment and a half. Dole's figure appeared behind Hanyu like a ghost, and he opened his hand and patted Hanyu's shoulder, who was looking left and right before he could figure out where he was.

The Korean language felt the touch on his shoulder, and his heart was beating wildly. A face was as white as paper in an instant, the whole body became stiff and cold, cold sweat suddenly came out of the pores, and his body trembled violently, he turned his head with difficulty, and immediately saw the Tubancheng that he almost didn't dare to think about.

"Hand over the Blood Demon Soul Crystal, maybe I can spare you from dying." Dole's voice was still faint. It was very cold and light, but it made the Korean language feel creepy, and goosebumps stood up all over his body.

Of course, this sentence also fell into the ears of the other people present, and some people immediately thought of this extremely rare holy relic. After ordinary people refine the Blood Demon Soul Crystal. It's just to make his own murderous power even more powerful. But when more than five million living beings are killed, there will be a trace of bloody power in their own murderous aura, and then refining this bloody soul crystal, the bloody power contained in the murderous aura will be much stronger, and how much it will be enhanced depends on how much bloody soul crystal there is. This kind of holy relic is only found in the Nine Desperate Netherworld Abyss, which is said to be a demonic abyss formed by the blood of the sky and the resentment of the Nine Netherworlds.

The reason why the Blood Demon Soul Crystal is extremely precious and is crazy for the world is mainly because after refining, the murderous power increases, but there is no trace of the Great Dao, and it can be said that it has an advantage against the enemy.

If it were a normal day, all the monks present would probably desperately try to grab this Blood Demon Soul Crystal, but now they don't dare, because this is what Doll wants, a person who controls their life and death.

However, not many people are thinking about the Blood Soul Crystal now, and the only thought in their minds is how fast is Dole? Is blink a thousand times the limit? Or is it a drop in the bucket?

Thinking of Dole's strange speed, the monks who had planned to snatch the Heart's Clothes before felt a chill down their backs and their faces turned a little whiter.

"If I give you the Blood Demon Crystal, won't you kill me?" The trembling Korean and snow-white Korean asked, he didn't want to die, even though he was still making a final struggle.

Dole said lightly: "Don't give it to me, I'll take it from your corpse, whatever you want." ”

Hearing this, Hanyu's face was almost like a white wall, without a trace of blood, he was silent for a moment, and then his eyes dimmed, and he took out a piece of blood demon soul crystal about half the size of a palm from the storage bag in his arms and handed it to Dole, this blood soul crystal is in the shape of a regular diamond, as if it has been deliberately carved by someone, the color is bright like blazing blood, crystal clear, blood light is bright, flashing a strange blood red halo, which is the unique pattern of blood demon soul crystal "Blood Cloud Town Kowloon", The upper hazy and dense pattern that looks like a blood cloud symbolizes the sky, and there are nine blood belts evenly distributed like red silk satin below, symbolizing the nine shadows.

As soon as Dole saw this "Nine Dragons of Blood Cloud Town", he knew that this Blood Demon Soul Crystal was real, and his heart moved, and he included this unexpected harvest Blood Demon Soul Crystal in his pocket.

"Kill me, just leave me a whole corpse." Han Yu lost his soul, his heart was like ashes, he closed his eyes and waited for death, he smiled self-deprecatingly, laughed at his ignorance, laughed at himself that he knew that this was a mortal situation, but he still had the psychology of luck.

For the first time, Dole looked squarely at Korean once, and without saying a word, a deep black knife condensed by the power of silence appeared in his hand, a year later. Hold the knife again, without any rusty feeling.

Dole's knife is fast, it only exists to kill, it is a quick knife that will never get bloody. For his killing is not murder, and his knife is not the knife in his hand.

The black light flashed, and the blood splashed. On the verge of dying, Hanyu thought of the people he had killed before, maybe this was retribution...

At the moment when Han Yu died, somewhere in the Tianmeng Continent, a pair of demon eyes opened.

Dole acted decisively, he was not a person who dragged mud and water, if he didn't talk nonsense with Korean at all in normal times, and killed Han Yu to take away the storage bag, the Blood Demon Soul Crystal in it would naturally be in hand. But the situation is unique today. If you do this in front of everyone, others will think that there are heavy treasures hidden in the Korean storage tips, and the treasure is indeed the more precious and memorable, but the more mysterious and unknown the treasure is, the more covetous, and there is infinite room for reverie. Show the Blood Demon Crystal to the public, and then kill Hanyu. It's the best way to do it.

Killed, of course, Korean. Taking the Blood Demon Soul Crystal and throwing it away in front of everyone's eyes is also a method, but if you want to find a specific thing from other people's storage tips, I'm afraid it will waste a lot of time, so it's better to say a few nonsense than this. Let Hanyu hand over the Blood Demon Crystal by himself, but Hanyu doesn't dare not hand it over, because his life is in the hands of Dole.

Dole doesn't like to do useless work, so before doing anything, he will carefully calculate the most direct and convenient way to do it. But. Sometimes the plan often can't keep up with the changes, even if the calculation is good, there will be occasional unexpected situations, and then the specific analysis is enough.

It can be said that Dole is a fox who is proficient in calculation and dares to fight with his life.

As for the matter of the Blood Demon Soul Crystal, ordinary people can't see anything, and most of them think that Dole is pretending, but the purpose of Dole's move can't escape the eyes of Luo Yiming and those foxes standing on the top of the city wall, they are thinking much more than those people, what is the current situation, what is Dole's identity, what is his personality, how he is doing things, what is his background, they are all considering and analyzing these problems in detail.

This world belongs to the world of tigers, and there are only a few tigers, they are well-deserved uncrowned kings, if you want to become a tiger, you must first be a qualified fox, otherwise even if the tiger is gone, the monkeys will not become overlords, and countless foxes will be bitten to death.

A white-robed old man on the top of the city wall stared at Dole, sighed, shook his head, and said in a regretful tone: "Ten years of life, it's a pity that you have such a good understanding. ”

The old guy has a very vicious eye,

Of course, he is not the only one who is vicious, the old guys have extremely rich life experience, how can they not see the mortal situation in Dole? At the same time, they all thought of a unique spiritual liquid in the Xiaoyao Gate, and they understood why Dor's came to Hansan City, but it was only possible, and they couldn't be too sure.

A bunch of old antiques didn't say a word about it, and while quietly watching how things would develop, their eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking. Old man Ge seemed very uncalm in his heart, and his gaze at Dole was extremely complicated. Knowing that Dol lacks the skills to return to heaven and is almost certain to die, will Old Man Ge, who has a good friendship with the old man Xu Qingshan, still want to accept Dol as a disciple? The answer to this question is known only to Old Man Ge himself.

Dorr stood in the void, faintly looking at the mortals below who were leaving one after another in an orderly manner, watching countless people occasionally raise their heads and throw vicious glances at him, the kind of eyes that wanted to cramp, peel and break his body into pieces, but his heart was outrageously calm.

In the eyes of others, Dole is a murderer who kills people without blinking, his hands are covered in blood, and he is indifferent.

"The things of man set his heart, and the things of his heart are disordered. The same is true for those who are not strong-hearted, and the same is true for those who are strong-hearted. Inactivity is not inactivity, but also inaction. This sentence was what the old man Xu Qingshan once said to Dole, he thought for a while, and then replied to the old man, saying that he understood. The old man Xu Qingshan smiled and shook his head, telling him that he didn't understand, and he didn't know what was going on.

At that time, Dole only understood the meaning of this sentence literally, believing that the heart is brittle and easy to shake, the heart is strong and easy to break, but to maintain the mean, between immobility and movement. But now he understands the real meaning of this, whether to move or not to move, lies in whether the true self is affected by external emotions and things, there is no such thing as anything in between, his true self moves, his heart moves, his true self does not move, his heart does not move, and that's it.

In fact, the cultivation of the path of the heart is not to move with the original mind, but to control the original mind, to get rid of all kinds of myths in the "former self", "present self", and "back self", and to rush out of them, and to achieve the "true self" step by step.

In less than half a moment, hundreds of thousands of mortals brought resentment and did not dare to squeak to help the old and the young leave, and the gate of the West City, which was filled before, was completely empty, and on the blood-colored ground of the demonic land were some scattered Sumeru realm monks with pale faces.

Other than that, it's three mortals. Two twin girls who are about seven years old and have a very ordinary appearance, and a five or six-year-old boy who looks a little similar to the sisters, as long as they are not blind, they can see that these three children are sisters and brothers.

Among the twin girls, a girl with a slightly taller head held the hands of the girl and the boy on both sides with both hands, raised the ordinary and immature face, and stared at Dole standing in the sky motionless with bloodshot and misty eyes, the hatred in her eyes was so strong that even adults would be shocked when they saw it.

The same was true of the two children next to her.

Although the three children looked similar, the expressions on their faces were very different, and the taller girl had no expression, and was so calm that it made people feel chills, but she was a little similar to Dole. The shorter girl's expression was very cold, like an iceberg, cold to the bones. The little boy gritted his teeth, his expression was hideous, his facial features were wrinkled, his breathing was heavy, like an angry lion, one fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles were pinched white.

And Dole hadn't taken his eyes off the three children since he noticed them staring at him.

Dole, who is called Tu Bancheng, has always locked his eyes on the three children, although his expression is faint, and outsiders can't see anything at all, but how can the children who can be watched by Dole like this be ordinary people? Everyone thought so, and immediately under this connection, the eyes of the hundreds of thousands of monks present all converged on the three children, and the first batch of people were naturally Luo Yiming, who had been carefully observing Doer, and more than a dozen old foxes who were amazingly big.

The eyes of more than 100,000 people were cast on the three sisters and brothers, and a huge pressure was invisibly condensed, but unexpectedly, no one could even think that although the twin sisters and the little boy turned pale as paper under this pressure, without a trace of blood, their bodies were constantly trembling, and they were soaked with sweat, but they stubbornly withstood this powerful pressure, and those eyes that were only as strong as the sea of hatred had been staring at Dole, and there had never been the slightest deviation, It was this kind of hatred that made the three children persevere.

"Three children with such strong wills." An old man with a withered face standing on the top of the city wall exclaimed, his eyes shining with astonishing brilliance.

"It is indeed a rare good seedling. However, most of the reason why these three children have been able to persist until now should be supported by the obsession of hate. The other old fox, whose eyes were no less radiant than those of the withered old man, struck the point. (To be continued.) )