Kill, kill, kill......

The ultimate hatred poured out wantonly, and this unrestrained anger made him lose and drive him crazy, and if he didn't kill these people, he would never be sober......

He was already irrational, so he didn't think about the aroma of the two bottles of sweetgum trees at all, but directly took out the strange orange-red fruit containing the qi of yin and yang, put it in his mouth tremblingly, and swallowed it. From the breakthrough of Qi refining to the subsequent condensation of souls, it requires extremely strong spiritual power assistance. Now he had no other choice.

For a moment, only for a moment, the green tendons and blood vessels bulged together, and a powerful force was surging wildly and irregularly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The two spiritual powers, blazing and cold, were entangled with each other, like splattering magma, wrapped in extreme cold and heat, sweeping towards the dantian, meridians, and spiritual sea, quickly carving up all the space in the wind evil body.

Spiritual power, suddenly full. The shackles were suddenly untied. His face suddenly became ruddy, his blue eyes were inexplicably blood-red, and his black hair grew wantonly. His body was floating, slowly floating into the air. His black hair danced and flew in the wind.

The handsome boy had disappeared, and he seemed to be a demon from outside the sky. He slowly approached Sima Meng, and his blood-red pupils appeared with more and more clear blue vein-like symbols. It was his innate mark, a special rune that belonged to him, and a soul mark that condensed soul power to build a soul sea.

In the sea of spirits, a light blue cloud condensed and formed. In midair, two lines of blood and tears fell silently.

Everything came too fast, weird, and all in one go. In the face of such a sudden scene, even if you have lived for nearly a hundred years, you have no experience to deal with. Long before he forcibly broke through, Sima Meng had already sensed that something was wrong, but his movement of retreating was too slow.

Fingertips flickered, and the wind demon standing in the air sacrificed a huge sword. The greatsword fell, and the figure flew diagonally. The sword-wielder looked down indifferently and fell with the sword. In an instant, ten moves have been made, and in the face of the wind evil in the soul condensation period, as long as you have not entered the golden pill, you will only die.

Giant swords, flurry, disorganized, Blood Eagle Eclipse Sun, Slanting Moon Thousand Waves and other tricks were mixed up by him, and he couldn't tell the difference.

The eagle flies with crippled limbs, and the blood falls like the sun. The waves turn like hooks, and the sword cracks through the bones. Ten moves in a row, the lord of the dignified Great Treasure Pavilion and the pinnacle of the heavenly ladder were like being gnawed to death by a vulture and eaten by a jackal.

With the last sword, the dead wood bent his waist, and a blood mark flew out horizontally, knocking down a small tree next to him. The shabby black robe, which had long been torn into pieces, broke in two, and sank to the ground, swaying in the wind.

The wind evil is full of dead silence, people die endlessly, and the blood is endless. He turned around slowly, stretched out his hand back, and the Ming Spirit on the ground rose into the air and gently entered his arms. Holding the silent Luo Mingling, he sniffed carefully, discerned the direction that had barely changed as he should go, and swept away.

It was only a matter of moments to arrive, and on the same road, the Soul Condensation Period was much faster than the ninth layer of Qi cultivation.

The time that Feng Xie and Sima Meng had fought against them was not very long, and the Heavenly Rank and Earth Rank where those people had suffered heavy losses were almost still in place. In the previous battle, they were so killed and injured that even their own young master had died. If he couldn't catch the wind evil and take down the spirit grass and strange treasures he obtained, most of these people wouldn't be able to go back and confess.

Their idea of wanting to pick up the leak is actually right, but the correct judgment of the past has just become the cause of today's death.

In the middle of the night, there is silence, and the wind evil comes by the wind, and it is gloomy and volleying. As if a god, as if looking at a group of dead people, his blood-red eyes looked down indifferently, and his fair face had no expression.

On the ground, a dozen or so people are still pranayama.

Suddenly, one of them touched his face and looked up......

"Oh my God, what is this?" he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, the blood-red water in his hand hadn't dried yet.

"What's the matter? God, is it human? How can someone stand in the air, even a martial god can't do it, right?"

......

They were surprised, confused, and at a loss, until Zhang Bairong swung his sword into the air and slashed out towards the wind evil.

"Hurry up, that's Ye Fengxie!!" A loud shout woke everyone up, and everyone rose to their feet and looked at the sky vigilantly.

Blood and tears, as if endlessly, kept falling. Facing Zhang Bairong with a broken arm, Feng Xie did not move or dodge, he stretched out his hand slightly, and a light blue barrier appeared in the air, pressing down heavily.

With a "bang", Zhang Bairong smashed to the ground, and when he got up again, he saw hundreds of pale blue lights suddenly appear in the air. Those lights, like patterns, like words, slowly floated and fell with the traction of the white fingers.

What it is, they don't know, but there is definitely some kind of danger.

Everyone, including Zhang Bairong and the Bai family of the Heavenly Steps, retreated towards the rear with all their might. They ran as fast as they could. However, those light runes in the air seemed to have eyes, and they actually pounced on those people on their own.

"I, in the name of the wind, in the blood of the wind, curse!

Wait for your life to fall into the cold ice hell, your soul will not stop, the cold fire will not stop!

With a loud shout, the light talisman fell, emitting from the mouth of the wind evil, hooking blood and tears, dragging some inexplicable existence in the air, wave after wave, invisibly spreading towards the sky.

Tears of blood, and light symbols, are sprinkled on all life under heaven and on earth. The moment it dropped, the young man smiled arbitrarily, with the ultimate killing intent in his cold and evil spirit. It's cold, like a cold winter.

Curse! It turned out to be a curse! It turned out to be a curse that had disappeared for nearly 10,000 years!

Zhang Bairong looked at the sky in fear, feeling something suddenly appear in his body, and instantly felt that his entire body was surrounded by flames. But the fire was not a raging fire, but an endless, flame-like chill.

"Die!"

When everyone lost their minds, the wind evil swooped down from the air to the ground, like an osprey prey. Everywhere they went, corpses were bleeding and corpses were shed, and their blood floated like fallen leaves, invariably merging into the light runes.

In the face of the wind evil in the Soul Condensation Period, the Heavenly Rank only had one move. Whether it is Zhang Bairong or the Bai family, they are no different from other ground and Xuan levels, and they even died even more miserably. After death, they are all dead souls. After death, the blood flows upward.

The light rune, with the last three streams of blood poured into the sea of blood, swirled with the blood and tears spilled by the wind evil, like a hurricane, rolling up a whirlpool.

The wind evil raised his right hand lightly, and the vortex immediately went away, sweeping five miles, destroying all the grass and trees, and then bursting.

Five miles away, a sparse red mist of light gradually spread, in all directions, towards the place where the dead bodies were.

People have souls, and life and death come and go. In the world of wind evil, there is no such thing as death and then death. He can make people die, he can make people live, he can make people die, he can make people's souls fly away and never enter reincarnation, and he can also make people bear the torment from the depths of their souls for life and life.

He is a god, a ghost, and a demon......

What kind of being he is, even he himself is unknown......