The Holy Power Sun continued to expand, and the power of destruction slowly descended from the sky, smashing towards the deep pit on the ground.

Ling Feng, who had a premonition that the moment of destruction was coming, didn't have time to think about it at all, so he didn't hesitate to push out the spirit beads and blood beads among the little wolf who killed the roots.

The crimson and irritable blood light, the dark and cold dark power, rushed up to the sky together, and met the scorching sun that fell in mid-air.

The three forces of light, blood, and darkness collided together, and with all the time and space, they fell into a state of chaos and endlessness.

Ling Feng completely lost all of his perception abilities and entered an extremely strange state.

He felt as if he was dead and alive, but he felt like he was neither dead nor alive.

His consciousness is like a lifeless mirror, which can automatically present many things that come out of his brain, strange, many strange and ancient, but others are people and things that he seems to be familiar with.

Ling Feng, who was in this state, couldn't even think about what happened to the battle between himself and King Duan, he only felt as if he was asleep, his consciousness was half asleep, but he was just a bystander to everything that appeared in his consciousness.

When Ling Feng finally began to think, he saw a memory picture that he was extremely familiar with, which was in Blue Mercury, about the life of his grandfather Ling Shijian.

Ling Feng watched as the memory continued to extend forward, until his grandfather, the former Martial Venerable killer ghost, died, turned into a murderous spirit, entered a spatial passage, and crossed tens of thousands of light years into the world of the Five Elements Continent, he still believed that the memories of those previous lives were those of Grandpa Ling Shijian.

But that memory continued to advance, and there was not a trace of fracture in the middle, but in the next scene, something terrible happened that Ling Feng could not have dreamed of.

The murderous ghost shadow actually landed directly in a small remote courtyard in the Ruifeng Hou Mansion after arriving at the Five Elements Continent.

Ling Feng's consciousness trembled subconsciously, even in a state of deep death where he had completely lost all perception, he still felt a cold feeling that penetrated through his bone marrow.

"Impossible, impossible, how can this be? That's grandpa's memory, how could he lie to me? I'm just Ling Feng, I'm not a ghost, a ghost is my grandfather. Ling Feng's consciousness was fiercely resisting.

But the picture didn't advance in his mind, there was no pause in between, it was completely a memory centered on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng watched with disbelief as the memory extended to the present, to the terrifying silence of his deep death.

"How so? Isn't my grandfather dead? Why did he leave a message to lie to me? Why? It's so strange. Ling Feng kept asking himself in his heart.

Suddenly, in the dead consciousness, a colorful halo lit up, and in the center was actually out of the white-clothed Pei Luo, who had not been seen for a long time.

"Master, are you here to save me?" Ling Feng asked subconsciously.

Just as he was about to continue to ask, suddenly the white-clothed Pei Luo laughed.

"Ling Feng, haven't you woken up yet, you don't have a master, you don't have a grandfather, you are a killer ghost, you are passing through with the Seven Killing Mystery Tips, and I, Pei Luo, the predecessor's killing saint, is actually yourself. ”

"What?"

Ling Feng was completely stunned, and his heart was in a mess.

At this time, Ling Feng's vision suddenly returned to normal, and his hearing also returned to normal.

In the next moment, Ling Feng saw that the majestic Duan Wang was limp on the ground weakly, staring at Ling Feng with endless horror.

"What's going on?Did I defeat you?Did you see what just happened?" Ling Feng asked Duan Wang urgently, wanting to get some information about Fang Cai's battle from him.

Duan Wang just stared at him fiercely and didn't say anything to Ling Feng.

In the end, with fearful and resentful eyes, he stared at Ling Feng and died silently.

Ling Feng looked strangely at the Yan Imperial Palace, which should have been in tatters, and at this moment, as if nothing had happened, it completely returned to its original appearance.

"This ...... It's too strange!" Ling Feng kept thinking uneasily.

Suddenly, in the air south of the Yan Imperial Palace, a cyan wind shadow flew at great speed, and the next moment, Hou Feng's figure fell directly in front of Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was just about to speak, when suddenly he heard a voice that he was very familiar with, but it was obviously not his own consciousness, and a voice came from his body, "Uncle Hou Feng...... What happened to King Ling's Mansion?"

Hou Feng immediately arched his hand at Ling Feng, and was about to say more to Ling Feng, when suddenly Ling Feng's hand turned into a cloud of dark blue void light in the air, and instantly pressed on the top of Hou Feng's head.

Then, the wind spirit power on Hou Feng's body was like a stream of water, and it quickly drilled into Ling Feng's body, and finally formed an independent wind spirit bead in the mouth of the little wolf.

Hou Feng looked at Ling Feng in disbelief, before he died, he had already turned into a palm of dry skin and white bones without flesh and blood, spiritual power and divine soul, and his death was so miserable that it was beyond words.

All this happened too suddenly, Ling Feng's consciousness was still in shock, and the tragedy happened like lightning.

"Uncle Hou Feng!"

Ling Feng shouted in horror, his consciousness strangely didn't know when he had repented of his body again, the real fear, and the skyrocketing spiritual power of the Root Killing made Ling Feng extremely frightened to realize that everything that had just happened was not false.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What's wrong?"

Ling Feng had just shouted a few times, and the white-clothed Pei Luo who had disappeared reappeared in Ling Feng's consciousness.

He smiled and said to Ling Feng: "Ling Feng, do you understand? Killing is the true avenue of your cultivation, and strength is not, do you understand?"

Ling Feng retorted in horror: "No, it's not like this, the cultivation method of killing scriptures is not like this, you are lying...... Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, stop killing people indiscriminately. ”

The white-clothed Pei Luo laughed gloomily, the expression on his face gradually became blurred, one moment became Ling Tieshan, one moment became Ling Shijian, one moment became Yanhua, one moment became Baili Guhan, one moment turned into Duanwang's face, and finally turned into Ling Feng's own face, and then like a dazzling sun, it slowly merged into Ling Feng's divine sense, and there was no trace of him again.

Ling Feng stood trembling in place, he didn't come to his senses for a long time, until he heard the voices of Murong Yaqing and Murong Yuqing coming from a distance, and he came to his senses.

Seeing that they were about to arrive, Ling Feng looked at the shriveled skin and bones left after Uncle Hou Feng's death on the ground, and suddenly remembered the voice of the white-clothed Pei Luo in his heart: "Kill them, as long as you are willing to kill them, I can choose to completely integrate into your consciousness and never interfere with you again." ”

"No!"

The green tendons on Ling Feng's forehead suddenly beat violently, and he suddenly roared loudly in his mouth, and the next moment he made up his mind to squeeze his throat fiercely, almost pinching himself to die.

Far away, Murong Yaqing's brothers and sisters saw Ling Feng harming himself from a distance, thinking that Ling Feng was being controlled by someone using evil arts, and they flew over in surprise, wanting to stop Ling Feng from committing suicide.

But he didn't want to, Ling Feng's resolute eyes instantly stiffened, and with his originally grabbed hand, he violently grabbed five blood rays in the air, instantly grabbing the necks of Murong Yaqing and Yuqing.

"Fenglang, you...... You ......"

"Ling Feng, you...... How do you ......"

Murong Yaqing's brother and sister, before they died, stared at Ling Feng with puzzled eyes, and they couldn't figure out what happened to Ling Feng?

Ling Feng, who killed the two of them, slowly appeared behind him a little wolf covered in colorful brilliance, he opened his mouth evilly, and on it were eight beads glowing with brilliant colors, which were the eight Killing Root Spirit Beads above the peak of Martial Venerable, namely Hades, Blood, Fire, Ice, Soul, Mei, Light, and Wind.

Among them, the eighth Root Killing Spirit Bead was the Wind Spirit Bead condensed by killing Hou Feng and seizing the essence of the wind spirit power in his body.

And the seventh spirit bead happens to be the light spirit bead, and it is also the new spirit bead that appeared in the mouth of Ling Feng's little wolf after killing Queen Duan.

And at the same time that this seventh light spirit bead was condensed and formed, it was also the time when Ling Feng was completely out of control.

By the time he killed Murong Yaqing's brothers and sisters, Ling Feng couldn't even remember whether he was Ling Feng or Pei Luo in white.

The only name he could remember was only one, and that was "Killing the Saint", and the only thought left in his heart was completely killed.

On the same day, in Yuanhuo City, after the Ling Wangfu initially quelled the Duanwang Rebellion, it became a dead city, and all the people living in this city, whether nobles or commoners, turned into ashes and completely disappeared together with Yuanhuo City.

A few years later, when a new generation of Martial Saint Xiong Tian Saint appeared in the Earth Spirit Empire, the old rival of the Yuanhuo Empire, a colorful halo of light fell from the sky, and then Xiong Tian and the city where he lived completely evaporated from the world.

In the following thousand years, saints were born in other regions such as the Wood Domain, and the colorful halo that descended on the same day evaporated with the city.

For thousands of years in a row, whenever there is a martial arts, disasters will suddenly befall them, and the colorful light waves that have repeatedly descended have also been rumored to be terrible nightmares.

After 10,000 years, the spiritual power of the Five Elements Continent was completely exhausted, and the whole world was on the verge of collapse......

About the black-clothed boy, about Ling Feng, about killing saints, in the countless eras and countless worlds and civilizations in the future, there are various versions of circulation, some say that Ling Feng is a martial saint who is good at calculating and killing, others say that he is a bloodthirsty madman who kills people like hemp, some people say that he is a fallen angel who kills people with white light and painlessly, and some people say that he is the god of death who devours light and takes all life with darkness.

And in the real cosmic galaxy, there is really a black-clothed young man, dazedly carrying a pitch-black long sword like a sickle, constantly rushing to all parts of the universe, constantly harvesting his life, and finally forming a treacherous and shocking path to kill the saint, engraved in the vast sky, forming a cold and beautiful star road.