After all the monks were killed, there was no one left in the square.

Some unknown people came here, and when they saw this terrible sight, they were like ghosts and fled in fear.

And Zhang Zichen, who was in the rage, rushed into the house, where there were many people, Zhang Zichen rushed over.

But everywhere Zhang Zichen passed, screams, begging for mercy, and crying in pain were one after another.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Donghuangdao!"

"Kill!"

"East China Sea Dragon Palace!"

"Kill!"

Wherever Zhang Zichen went, he swung his sword and slaughtered, his eyes were red, and his anger occupied his entire head.

On this day, the end of the Yellow Dragon City came.

A killing god, wherever he goes, kills wherever he goes.

Foreign monks, city guards, and common people, he killed none of them.

Ancient buildings were destroyed in Zhang Zichen's frenzied killing, and houses were destroyed as if they had been crushed by a flood.

In the middle of the night, the torrential rain tilted, and lightning flashed and thundered.

All the houses and buildings in the streets collapsed and shattered, and the whole street was full of corpses, old people, young people, children, women, in short.

Suddenly, a dark red light flashed, and a figure appeared on the street.

The figure held a black broadsword in his right hand, and walked forward slowly, step by step.

His eyes were red, and he was covered with murderous aura.

Zhang Zichen's walking movements were very slow, but suddenly, he came from the street to the end of the street.

The houses on the street have long been destroyed, but most of the houses at the end of the street are still preserved, which is enough to show that Zhang Zichen has not yet killed at the end of the street, and now, Zhang Zichen is here, and death is coming.

On the streets, there was nothing but the crackling of torrential rain.

The dark streets are so terrifying that even the trees dare not breathe easily.

Syllable!

Zhang Zichen raised his foot and stepped on a puddle, immediately splashing with blood.

Syllable!

With another sound, Zhang Zichen walked towards a house.

When he came to the door of the house, Zhang Zichen pushed the door, but found that the wooden door was locked and did not move.

Zhang Zichen's blood-red eyes moved, and he sneered, and at the same time, the broadsword in his right hand slashed out.

With a bang, the wooden door shattered.

Suddenly, there were screams from more than a dozen people in the house, and then everyone ran out of the door desperately, but if one ran out, one died.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died tragically at the door.

Zhang Zichen's face was expressionless, but it seemed that he hadn't killed enough, so he continued to walk inside.

In the dark night, the room was pitch black, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see things clearly, but for a master like Zhang Zichen, even if it was pitch black around, he could see anything in the dark.

Zhang Zichen came to the room and saw at a glance that on the opposite bed, two sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls were trembling and curled up together.

They were weeping, trembling, begging for mercy.

When Zhang Zichen held his long sword at them, they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Please, don't kill us, please!"

"Big brother, spare us!"

The scene of the two little girls begging for mercy seemed to stimulate a certain nerve in Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen's eyes actually blinked, and the red color disappeared, but in the blink of another blink, the red color appeared again.

"Big brother, we don't want to die, spare us!"

"Please, our parents and relatives are dead, so you can let us go!"

Hearing the two girls' continuous begging for mercy, Zhang Zichen's cold heart seemed to melt suddenly, at least, Zhang Zichen raised his right hand with the long sword and did not split it.

Because of this scene, Zhang Zichen felt that he had seen it somewhere.

Although he went crazy, Zhang Zichen's thoughts were gradually pulled back, he frowned, gritted his teeth, and seemed to be fighting with anger, wanting to regain his thoughts.

"Ah!!!h

Zhang Zichen suddenly put down his long sword, holding his head in both hands, his face was pale, as if there were two things fighting in his head, extremely painful.

"Ah Xue! Ah Ling, I'm sorry for you!"

After a long time, Zhang Zichen finally spoke, and he said the two names in one breath.

Then, Zhang Zichen raised his head and looked at the two little girls kneeling on the bed, his eyes had turned into normal colors, and the murderous aura on his body had disappeared into invisibility.

Looking at these two girls who kept begging for mercy and kowtowing, for some reason, Zhang Zichen actually cried.

"Got mad?"

"yes! I'm going crazy again!"

Zhang Zichen smiled bitterly, although Zhang Zichen has been constantly controlling his mind to fight against anger, but he is not so lucky every time, and he can suppress his anger every time.

This time, Zhang Zichen failed.

Huanglong City is a city with a population of more than 10 million, Zhang Zichen actually entered a state of madness here, although Zhang Zichen does not know how many people he has killed for the time being, but all this can be imagined, and there must be a lot of people killed.

"If it weren't for seeing these two poor girls begging for mercy just now, which inspired me to feel guilty and self-blame for Ah Xue and Ah Ling's two daughters, maybe my madness this time wouldn't have ended so easily!"

Zhang Zichen's mind kept turning.

After resting in the room for about a cup of tea, Zhang Zichen stood up and put the Black Crystal Sword into his body.

Zhang Zichen was very sad about what happened to these two girls.

He paced back and forth and said to the two girls, "What's your name?"

However, the two girls seemed to be crazy, and they couldn't hear what Zhang Zichen was saying at all, they just begged for mercy and just cried.

Zhang Zichen interrupted them several times, wanting to compensate them, take them back to Penglai Immortal Island, and teach them the method of cultivating immortals, but unfortunately, the two girls have always refused.

Oh, yes!

After all, Zhang Zichen is the murderer of these two girls' family of more than a dozen people, who is willing to live with the enemy?

After Zhang Zichen figured it out, he threw out some True Source Stones, and then strode out of the house.

Staying here would only give the two girls more pain and fear, and it would be better to leave immediately.

"I'm sorry, I've done what I can. ”

Zhang Zichen quickly left the house and came to the street.

The torrential rain tilted and hit Zhang Zichen's body, drenching him all at once.

Zhang Zichen's footsteps were extremely painful, his eyes looked endless, all of them were destroyed houses, and the ground and streets were all corpses.

The blood-red rain flowed to the low-lying areas.