"Father, Father......"

Li Jing's palms trembled, and at the last moment, he got up from the ground, grabbed the blade of the sword that was enough to split his son's neck, and used all his strength to snatch the long sword and throw it aside.

He trembled and held the stunned Nezha in his arms, letting the blood in his palm drip to the ground. Great pain came from the palms of his hands and from his heart, and he finally burst into tears.

"Look at me...... What the hell am I ...... What did you do? He cried profusely, tears dripping down his face: "I actually wanted to kill my own son, how could I do such an unforgivable thing......"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" he cried, holding his son in his arms with all his strength, lest he lose him. Just now, he almost lost such a precious thing, and the fear from his heart made him hold his most precious thing tightly, even if a natural disaster was close at hand and death was imminent, he was not willing to let go.

"Father......" Nezha looked at Li Jing who was crying sluggishly, and stretched out his trembling palm to wipe away the tears on his face little by little: "It's okay, it's really okay......"

"I don't know why, seeing my father cry because of me, I, I was suddenly happy, there is nothing better than this." Nezha choked and hugged his father tightly: "I'm really happy." ”

"Li Jing!" The roar came from the clouds, "I can hear it so loudly." Li Jing picked up the long sword on the ground, and blood oozed from the wound and dripped from the hilt. But the once cowardly man smiled more than anyone else, and with tears in his eyes, he aimed his sword at the black dragon.

"I've changed my mind! Although he is disobedient, although he often causes trouble, but can there be such a son......" He yelled: "Lao Tzu is so happy that he is dying! ”

Pulling Nezha behind him, Li Jing clenched his long sword: "If you want to kill my son, first step over my corpse!" ”

"What about the 300,000 people in Chentangguan?!"

"Compared to such a good son! I'll let them die! ”

"You're looking for death!"

"If you want to kill, you will kill, if you want to drown, you will drown, what nonsense!"

The tear-stained middle-aged man raised his long sword and aimed it at the dragon in the clouds, revealing a heroic smile as piercing as fire.

Under the control of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, a huge tsunami of ―――――――――― disaster level rushed from the edge of Dongsheng Shenzhou to the extremely distant Chentang Pass, causing violent earthquakes and flash floods along the way, causing countless disasters. The coasts of both continents are in chaos.

A violent sound echoed through the mountains, as countless seas washed up the land, rushed down the dry river, and finally broke the riverbed, and dozens of tributaries converged into mighty rivers that raged over the land and rushed into the panicked city.

A series of muffled sounds echoed around the town, and a flood was about to flood it all.

The unkempt Liang sat lazily on the edge of the city wall, his palms still covered with unwashed blood, the blood of humans, creatures more incomprehensible than demons.

After the kind-hearted Maleonn had the ability, he couldn't help but want to use it to help the poor and the beggars in miserable situations. Unfortunately, kindness is often not reciprocated. Often, as soon as they turned around, those people would run to the yamen to tell the truth that the little child who could make the drawing come true had appeared in such and such a place.

And with that comes greedy servants and executives.

The harsh reality did not teach him to be indifferent, and Maleonn remained unrepentant to help anyone in need. But Liang Chengcheng needs to clean up for this teenager who has dreams and does not want to grow into a philistine 'adult'.

For example, to kill people, such as to deter some rangers or bandits who dare to draw their knives at them.

It's a pity that there is no one to make an example, and the kind of power that will arouse endless greed will make fools who only have money in their eyes come to their deaths one after another. And just like that, Liang Chengcheng's crazy fantasies, as well as the chaotic spiritual realm, have buried no less than hundreds of lives.

In this regard, Liang Zhengcheng did not feel any guilt or soft-heartedness at all - for a madman who had been in the business world for many years and had been in a psychiatric hospital for a long time, wasn't it a very logical phenomenon for the murderer to be killed?

In this ugly world, except for a few people, there is nothing worth cherishing for him.

And within that narrow range of immunity, there is Drift Snow, there is his captain, there is a very gentle vice-captain, there is a very beautiful female knight, and there are gorillas and Ma Liang who will accompany him to the movies, as for the others?

It's better to die.

This is the simple logic of Liang Chengcheng.

Outside the city gates, there was the moat that was about to completely flood the entire town. Once a flash flood arrives, it may only take a moment to flood the entire town, and thousands of people will become displaced refugees, at least sixty percent of them will starve to death on the road during the long journey to find a new home, die at the hands of mountain bandits, become food for monsters, or disappear into the world quietly.

The town was filled with screaming civilians, lying on top of their houses, comforting themselves with the weak sense of security they had taken on the high ground. It is to be expected that they will be swept up in the flood and disappear the moment it comes.

The chaotic town is filled with fear, chaos, disorder, and the loss of peace, and people snatching anything of value and what can survive the flood.

"It's ugly." Liang Zhengcheng looked at the chaos in the town listlessly, and sneered after spitting on his saliva: "There is no value in being saved at all, I really don't understand that child will pity this group of guys." ”

Muttering to himself, he turned his head to look at the young man who was silently bowing his head and drawing something on the ground not far outside the city.

In the chaos and panic that preceded the catastrophe, he concentrated on depicting something on the ground, bending over and striding on the ground, dragging the pen in his hand to draw long traces on the ground, outlining faint lines in front of the river.

Finally, after a few moments, the terrible flood that was enough to submerge the entire town finally arrived. Under the impact of the earth and the flood, and the roar caused by it, Ma Liang still lowered his head, did not waver, and concentrated on drawing the figures under his brush.

The all-engulfing torrent reveals its terrible face. It was a tsunami on the flat ground, and it was violently advanced by waves dozens of meters high, making a sound that made everyone's faces pale.

In front of it, the small town was as small as a matchbox.

And just as the town was about to be shattered under the ferocity of the flood, a stunned mountain rose from the ground.

It was as if the gods had suddenly reached out and threw a majestic mountain from the clouds, crushing the roar of the flood beneath with a loud bang that was enough to lift up the mountain that covered the town in shadow. The majestic mountains collided with the flood, cracking countless cracks, but they never wavered.

It was as if a sharp sword had cut a crack through the flood, dissolving the most threatening impact into invisibility, avoiding the terrible scene of countless people being swept away by the flood in an instant.

The aftermath of the ensuing aftermath is not to be a cause for concern, and it may cause some damage, but it is better than the tragedy in which everyone is drowned.

When everyone came back to their senses from the chaos, they finally noticed the boy who seemed to have seen him somewhere.

"He's Maleonn! I've seen him in the government's notice! ”

"Maleon!"

"He's a ...... of Maleonn"

While countless people were whispering, some people also put terrible eyes on him, making the young man hide behind Liang Chengcheng a little timidly.

Finally, someone squeezed out of the crowd, with a disgusting smile and a variety of weapons in their hands, and walked towards Ma Liang. As for the skinny bachelor in front of him who looked a bit like a beggar, it was just a small character who could get results with a single knife.

Liang Chengcheng is not a great demon king, nor is he a terrible evil dragon, but he is not a person who can use it to practice, or a slime that can be used with a knife, a goblin.

Although he can't destroy the world, killing people is such a thing as a drizzle~ "Hey......" He buttoned his nostrils a little helplessly: "Why didn't anyone pay attention to the other wanted notice posted next to his portrait?" Or is it true that I'm not a deterrent? ”

Under the helpless expression was a cold and ruthless gaze, and the five fingers were flicking rapidly, as if they were turning an invisible pen, and in the next moment, the invisible pen was dipped in his blood.

One killing is about to begin, and another killing is already unfolding on the other side of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

―――――――――――――― if the whole of Dongsheng Shenzhou were reduced to a map from a bird's-eye view, there would be a succession of red dots from the coastline somewhere to the depths of the interior.

Each red dot represents a slaughter, stained red by the blood of countless humans and demons.

If you connect those red dots into a line from beginning to end, someone will find that it is a scarlet straight line, a path of killing paved by blood.

It seems that the heavens are not willing to let Bai Shuo reach Huaguo Mountain within seventy-two hours so easily, and in the process of Bai Shuo crossing the sea naked like committing suicide, he encountered the storm set off by the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea; And at the same time as he landed, a riot spread.

Perhaps it was the difficulty influence that the Lord God had exerted on him.

As far as the eye can see, there is a scene of chaotic times everywhere and demons cannibalism. All the youkai rushed down the mountain as if they had swallowed an inferior stimulant, killing indiscriminately. All of a sudden, the entire coastal towns and villages were in danger.

Displaced victims, monsters who kill wantonly.

There is also the night walk of a hundred ghosts that converge into a terrifying tide in the middle of the night - where they pass, there are no chickens and dogs, and all living things are chewed and devoured.

Bai Shuo didn't know the scale of this upheaval, but he could feel the bad consequences of his mission.

Most of the time, samsaras are not saviors who bring hope and light, but more likely to bring disaster and despair.

The strength of the reincarnation itself is piled up by countless surnames. And the more powerful the reincarnation, the more difficult and terrifying the task will be.

(To be continued)