The black mist wrapped around my body and the Xuanyuan Sword like maggots, I heard the mournful roar of the Xuanyuan Sword, Yuan'er covered her face on the ground and cried and rolled after she transformed, she was eroded by the black mist, and after the original white and tender skin turned black, the cracks continued, and those cracked skin floated away from the body like petals, as if the body was constantly expelling those black mist.

The Black Mist is the embodiment of a certain level of sin, a color that comes from the deepest depths of the Netherworld.

And Yuan'er let those eroded and cracked skin leave the body It seems that he has to endure great pain, and even begins to hurt himself to escape the pain, Donghuang Ji Er and Die'er hurriedly stepped forward to suppress Yuan'er's hands and feet to stop it, and they were very busy.

The black mist continued to emerge from the deepest depths of the earth, accompanied by the wails of a hundred thousand unjust souls, constantly wrapping around my bodies and Yuan'er's bodies, burrowing into every inch of skin, and then merging into blood and souls, vowing to make us pay.

I let go and let the Xuanyuan sword go straight into the soil, before the hilt of the sword, I glanced at the painful Yuan'er, a trace of guilt flashed in my eyes, and then turned to leave, it was ruthless to the extreme.

When the black mist burrowed into my body, I felt that the anger in my heart was decreasing, and a feeling of extreme pleasure continued to spread from the depths of my heart, as if I was born to kill like this. I know it's not normal, but there's been so much of the abnormal thing happening to me that I don't care about this one more.

A huge crack spread to the junction of heaven and earth in the distance, and I began to walk along the left side of this crack, and the city in front of me was the only way to the Imperial City of God.

Accompanied by wind and sand, lonely and free, can someone in front of me still be willing to give me a glass of hot wine?

I put the hat on my cloak, the brim of it was drawn low, and no one could see my face, and I entered the city that I had destroyed, the gates were broken, the soldiers were in confusion, and no one came to stop me.

As we walked through the city, the damage was most severe because it was along the cracks, and there were broken rubbles as far as the eye could see, and soldiers and civilians kept walking back and forth to rescue the wounded who were crushed under the houses.

The businessman was crying that the restaurant he had worked hard for all his life collapsed one day, the mother held the lifeless doll and cried silently, and the old man knelt down and worshiped the sky for why there was such a catastrophe...... There are too many human tragedies happening around me, and I just walk silently, walking.

"Please, save me...... I'm going to die of pain......"

As soon as the hem of my trousers tightened, there was a faint plea from my feet, and I paused to look at a young man who was holding my trouser legs, half of his body was pressed by a collapsed wall, and blood was spilling from his mouth and nose.

"Help me ......"

I crouched down, broke my hands, and resumed my journey, unwilling to show a little mercy, and let the breath behind me grow weaker and weaker until it was gone.

It was sunset when I spent half a day walking through the city, and I found a tree to lean against and carefully examine the price I had paid for the sword.

The meridians were all destroyed, the flesh and blood fell into thirty percent, and the sea of qi broke a hole.

It is more serious than the injury I suffered in the dungeon a month ago, and this has already been pronounced death penalty on other immortal cultivators, but on me, it only takes about three months to heal with the elixir, I am very puzzled, even the demon king does not have such a self-healing speed, right? Is my physical body that can absorb the essence of the moon really so strong?

No one can give me an answer, and no one who can absorb the essence of the moon has appeared since ancient times.

Straightening my bones, connecting tendons, and bandaging, my forehead was dripping with dense sweat, and my eyes were terrifyingly calm.

After dealing with all my injuries, I found a crutch and walked slowly, drinking dew when I was thirsty, sleeping in a cave when I was tired, searching for directions in this completely unfamiliar land, and then resolutely looking for the imperial city.

......

A month after the shocking slash of the city, I arrived at a small village, which was close to the eighth city, and I was going to gather information as I went, so that I could determine the means to break through.

There were pedestrians on the road, including people who were reading books with bookcases on their backs and shaking their heads, knights with long swords at their waists, and travelers like me, who looked like beggars.

The calves on the side of the road "moo" everywhere, provoking the children to be dissatisfied with the beating, the old man sits on the rocking wooden chair at the door of the house and squints his eyes comfortably basking in the sun, and a few wisps of cooking smoke float up in the distance, self-sufficient, and the folk customs are simple.

In the fields, sweaty farmers are turning the soil with hoes, women in plain clothes are weaving clothes while watching their man's strong back, with a big belly, wild flowers swaying gently in the wind under the eaves, and occasionally the couple will look at each other and smile.

It's a peaceful village.

I walked around the village and asked about the eighth city, which they didn't know, and I couldn't ask too bluntly, just to find out that it was about as prosperous as the seventh.

I was a little tired, so I sat at the village gate, and occasionally some passers-by looked at me, but quickly retracted it, and they did not care much about a beggar whose face was hidden by a cloak and whose face could not be seen clearly.

A burst of fragrance came, I sniffed my nose, it was the smell of meat buns, and there was a sudden empty sound in my stomach.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten for three days, and that the early stage of my injuries was the most uncomfortable, because my body was so fragile that even a stronger beast could not be killed, so where could I fill my stomach?

Now the hole in the sea of qi has not completely healed, and he can't save spiritual power, nor can he exert the power of an immortal cultivator.

Touching some copper coins in my sleeve, I stood up against the earthen wall and walked slowly to the village, where there was a stall selling steamed buns, and several children were sent by their parents to play around the steamed bun vendors while buying steamed buns, and I stood behind the children, quietly waiting for them to buy them again.

"Xiaofan, your father asked you to buy a few buns. ”

"The two of us are brothers, my father is your father, if you forget to buy a few, just say it directly, why do you want to learn from Xiaocui Xiaolan's sisters to talk, it's really embarrassing!"

"You're ashamed, stop me!"

A pair of brothers were playing in front of me, one grimacing, the other was ashamed to chase and give up a place, and I looked at the empty seat in front of me with some hesitation, not knowing if they would come back. It's just the last little girl who has finished buying it, the fragrance of the bun is attractive, looking at the white and soft bun skin, I took a step forward and took the place of the two children just now.

The boss didn't look at me, he was still wrapping paper for the little girl's buns on the left, and he casually asked, "How many buns do you want?"

“...... Five. ”

"Okay. ”

Just as I was talking to the boss, the two children behind me seemed to finally remember to get down to business, and when they saw that their original position was occupied, the children suddenly became dissatisfied and reached out to pull my cloak.

"Uncle, this is our position, hurry up and get out of the way, don't be ashamed to bully children." ”

There was a pulling force from the cloak, which was already loose and loose, and it was about to be pulled off when it was pulled. I frowned, just about to pull it back, I didn't think that the wound on my waist suddenly cramped, a sharp pain hit my heart, I snorted, my hands were weak, and the cloak was torn off by the little boy with a "hula".

At this time, the bun vendor unconsciously looked up, just in time to see my undisguised face, I quickly turned around, grabbed the cloak that had fallen into the hands of the startled boy and put it on, and my heart beat slightly faster.

Should...... I didn't recognize it.

"Shadow ...... It's the Shadow Devil, everyone run!

With the sound of tables and stools falling, I slowly turned around and saw that the bun vendor was so frightened that he tripped over his own table when he fled, and the wooden cage fell to the ground, and the buns rolled in the dirt, and he fell all the way and screamed all the way with weak hands and feet, as if he had met bandits who came to slaughter the village.

In a short time, I was surrounded by a group of men and women with iron rakes and sticks, and they looked at me with fear and bravery in their eyes, and kept waving their "weapons" to drive me away.

"The Shadow Devil, really the Shadow Devil, exactly like the one on the portrait!

"As long as everyone works together, we will definitely be able to fight him! This is our home, our village, and we will never give it to a demon!"

"Yes! Yes, this demon really kills people all the way in our gods, does all kinds of evil, his hands are stained with the blood of our compatriots, I don't know how many people died at his hands, today everyone is here for the heavens, kill this demon who has lost his conscience!"

But the amount of killing also represents the amount of power, just as I am so powerful that they can't reach it, they only dare to shout like this, and in the face of the motionless me, they stepped forward several times but retreated in fear.

"Xiaohe, my Xiaohe, don't kill my Xiaohe!" a woman suddenly screamed, then rolled her eyes, fainted in fright, several people next to her quickly held her up, the crowd all looked at the three children next to me, and two more people in the crowd suddenly let out a frightened cry.

"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan take his brother and run, don't stay there, hurry, go back to Daddy!"

"Kid, my kid, Adversary, what are you going to do to my kid? Woowoo......"

After a few cries, the crowd was suddenly chaotic, the villagers were indignant, but their eyes showed greater fear, the notoriety of the devil has spread throughout the gods, the legend of a sword slaughtering the city has been fermenting in this country, the word "Jun Ying" can stop children crying at night, and the wandering poet chant every day to warn the world.

I looked at the three boys beside me, and the two boys had their eyes scattered, and their faces showed expressions of extreme fear, and they collapsed to the ground unable to escape, and in their hearts, the name that circulated in the story, the man-eating demon was in front of them at this moment, and if they moved a little, they would be killed.

The other little girl stared at me blankly, not turning to run away, not kicking and punching, not knowing what she was thinking.

I didn't expect that in this remote mountain village, a peddler selling steamed buns would see my identity, perhaps because my life in Shiyan was so comfortable that I forgot that killing the enemy would only be praised by the people I guarded, and not admired by the enemy's people.

It's not Shiyan here, I'm not a hero, I'm just ...... A murderous demon.