Xia Guang watched the leader of the Huameng with the broken arm leave, and the latter just took this opportunity to take a stand, otherwise the two would really fight to the death?

As for these two divine beads, they will eventually fall into the hands of the other two yang demons who are about to participate, "Jin Broken Water" and "Xue Baiyi", and continue to play the role of heroes to conquer themselves, until according to the agreement, through these two divine beads, they will cause a bloody storm that will sweep the entire rivers and lakes, and even gradually pull all the surrounding areas in.

This was the plan of the Yang Demons, but it was not Xia Guang's.

He looked at the gray sky, he didn't know if such intensive killing could attract the attention of Heavenly Dao, after all, he was now standing in the devil's camp, and after a long time, there might be changes, after all, the devils are not stupid.

Silence.

Pondering.

Seeing that the sky was getting more and more gloomy, the spring rain still shrouded the entire Jiangnan despite the chaos in the world, urging the blood all over the ground like a red snake gossamer, wriggling and spreading everywhere.

King Shenwu hung his head, his black hair was wet on his forehead, and his cheeks were standing quietly in this world that seemed to have become a hell of a sea of blood, his expression was dark, and he didn't look like a teenager at all.

If it is other rich and noble children, I am afraid that at this age, they are still studying and practicing hard in various sects, or they are reciting aloud in the school, waiting for Mr. to spot check with a little nervousness, or they are wandering, indulging in fireworks and willow alleys, and spending a lot of money just to listen to a small song.

But he can't.

He is the Shenwu King of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he wants to set up his heart for heaven and earth in this stormy and turbulent situation, and stabilize the turmoil, and then he can live some leisurely days in peace, accompany his relatives and raise children.

He's not a ranger.

Not a hero.

It is not a Taoist who tirelessly seeks immortality.

is not an emperor who plays tricks and competes for hegemony in the world.

In fact, although he didn't say it, he already knew it very clearly in his heart.

The handover of Buddha and demons, the reason why this kind of ritual is played in general, the means of darkness under the lamp, is nothing more than the fear of the pair of eyes in the sky, let's be regarded as the way of heaven, this is a manager.

According to the original four unspoken plans, they all provoked the original chaos in this world, and their personal action was really pitiful.

And that Zen demonic thought pretended to be a national teacher, fanned the flames from it, threaded the needle, but did not directly kill the king of a country, and even in the end, he just used a vague curse that was placed on people's original weak physique, which was regarded as falling into the well, and then killed the imperial brother. In other words, Fengyue Zenna's demonic thoughts didn't take action personally.

What does this mean, this shows that the way of heaven does not allow it, or this matter has touched the bottom line a little, and the Buddha and the demon are not sure, so they can only try not to cross this thunder pool.

Xia Guang knows very well that he is now standing in the camp of the four non-words, and everything he has done even if it is traced back to the source, it comes down to the consent and approval of all the four non-words.

Therefore, he made a killing, crossed the thunder pool, and at the same time sent twenty-seven guardians to quietly lurk, heading towards the Green Pothos Zen Monastery and other Zen monasteries.

Burn Buddha statues.

One courtyard and one Buddha.

You have to cover it up, and I'm going to tear it all down.

The young man showed a smile that was not warm, trampling on the white bones of the world, holding up the sky and falling, if it was the smoke and rain of cow hair embroidery, the warmth was not as cold as the north.

Knort...

Fang Tian's halberd sank, and the figure of the Shenwu King moved.

He pointed to the ground on tiptoe, his body was like a swimming dragon, one step was dozens of meters away, and the flowers bloomed, although the speed of this impact was fast, although it was fast, but it was so gentle, and the mild would not destroy the flowers along the road.

Too much weight pressed on him.

Compared with the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the identity of this small Shenwu King can hardly be mentioned.

Kowtow in front of the Buddha, regardless of your princes and generals, they are all treated equally.

The devil kills, the hand rises and the knife falls, how many differences are there in the head?

The general trend is handed over, the gods have abandoned, the demon shadow has come, but the world is the whole world sleeps and wakes up alone, half crazy and half demonic.

It's not to save the world, but to hope that the fish caught won't spit out human flesh, but just that after decades, my descendants won't live in a world of killing that only abhorres.

There are no eggs under the nest, so take advantage of this time to poke a hole in this world.

He silently faced the wind and rain.

Carrying a halberd.

Whether it's seven killings or greedy wolves, how is it recorded in the history books of future generations, let him go.

On Jiangnan Road, 800 pavilions and pavilions, all in the smoke and rain, the man carrying the halberd and the coffin on his back is incompatible with all these pictures, but the gentleness between the eyebrows and eyes is a little into the painting.

Dozens of miles of streets and alleys, hundreds of thousands of righteous heroes, evil demons and foreign ways, or rushed out with swords, carrying guns to make a volley of stabs, or poisonous hidden weapons one after another, turning into hurtful arrows in the dark, one after another.

It's nothing more than killing.

All the way, all the way to kill.

Ancient Wizard killed one person in ten steps, but at this time, he killed ten people in ten steps, a hundred.

Dyed crimson like a demon.

The gold-piercing python on the python robe has long since become a robe stained with red rouge and blood, and its face is no longer recognizable.

Fight out the path of silence.

King Shenwu placed the golden coffin, suddenly stopped, jumped into a lonely boat, the Huangpu family is located in the middle of the lake, if you want to go the best way to find a boat.

But the boatman on the boat was obviously also a person in the rivers and lakes, and when he saw the person coming, he was also hard, gritted his teeth and directly scuttled the boat, and spat "don't think".

Nearly 100 lone boats by the lake sank one by one.

Xia Guang shook his head, he was not angry, he had killed enough, and there were not many of these hard bones, he just held the halberd, bent down and put it on the surface of the lake with continuous ripples in the smoke and rain.

The hard-boned boatman just sneered, he put life and death aside at the moment he scuttled the boat, and at this time he laughed even more: "Even if the stone is placed on the water, it will sink, I'm afraid that you, the Great Zhou Shenwu King, don't you really have a problem with your brain?"

However, the halberd did not sink into the water.

And if a leaf floats, the young man in the blood python robe just flicked his fingers slightly, and the Fang Tian painting halberd is rippling towards the distance, breaking through thousands of ripples, and it is already a few meters away in an instant.

He stepped on the ground, like a wind, and the blood on his robe dripped all the way, like peach blossoms blooming in water, and in an instant, the pair of pitch-black leather boots had already stepped on the floating Fang Tian painting halberd.

The smoke and rain are traced after a trace, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful.

The blood-stained bridges and rivers flowed, and the boats were destroyed, but on the 10,000-hectare West Lake, there was a cloak of hair, a halberd walking alone, going with the long wind, to the feast that no one invited.

The boatman's eyes widened into brass bells, and he sat down in the mud with fright, his calloused hands slamming into the muddy puddle, and his eyes only followed the young man's back, and then away.

Isn't this son an immortal?

But why is it bloody?

Just like in that strange story, the demon with flames burning all over his body is fluttering in white, leaving behind the world and leaving the dust.

An incomparable sense of contradiction filled the boatman's heart.

It seems that good and evil, gods and demons, cannot freeze the picture of this moment.

He is him, there is no one before or after, and there is no such person in the world.

Zhuge Villager, with the boy Jiang Tianshui sitting on the island, the killing array has been arranged, the end of the strong crossbow does not wear Lu Min, even if this Shenwu King is really a devil, he needs to fold here today.

The first emperor of the Pu family is also very rich, and the strong, masters, and heroes gathered from all directions are also gathered here, vowing to use this beautiful island in the middle of the lake as a tomb to bury the demon.

There was no wind and clouds in the sky, just a bleak light rain.

In the distance, standing on the Fang Tian painting halberd, the lonely figure is like an immortal, and when the tip of the halberd touches the shallow sand, the Shenwu King is a step out, and with a move, the halberd dyed with blue water is the answer.

Looking at the outside of the antique courtyard house, the group of heroes with hats to cover the rain stood in a row, murderous, even the air was stagnant, and even the wind and rain were temporarily rested.

King Shenwu wiped the rain from his face and asked gently: "I heard that the most beautiful and beautiful flowers in this river and lake are the first family born in the middle of this lake.

Presumably, you will not disappoint me, will you?

Abruptly, I forgive Xiao Wang for being presumptuous. ”

After speaking, there was a hearty laugh, and the whole person dragged the halberd that had broken through thousands of troops and killed 10,000 people like a low black dragon, and walked quickly towards the group of heroes who did not know the good luck in front of them.

Kill!

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.