The people in the martial arts sect do not believe in gods and do not respect gods, but in the face of this divine stroke, they can hardly help but feel cold.

The connection between them that was held together by the array was gone—just like Ji Mu who suddenly disappeared.

From that moment, they understood that Tsing Yi's painting was no longer an illusion that confuses people's hearts, but a great method that can truly cut space.

Their people are still in the same place, but their hearts are in turmoil.

In the ancient battlefield, if the martial arts sect is good at fighting, Ji Mu is the strongest. Therefore, Suzuko was reluctant to enter the camp, so Li Su was often silent in the crowd, so there was a brief argument before, and the person who left alone was Jiang Shou and not Ji Mu.

So, when their strongest man is easily imprisoned by a paintbrush, who else is qualified to stand in front of Tsing Yi? If he wants to kill, who can stop him?

The battle has just begun, but it seems to be over.

Tsing Yi didn't take another look at Ji Mu's place. He looked at the other place indifferently, it was a person from the Martial Sect.

Tsing Yi had clearly not done anything, but the man already felt as if he was wrapped around his neck with a rope, tightening inch by inch, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe, his heart was beating like thunder, and his eyes were gradually bulging outward......

There was a low sound of ho-ho between his tightly locked throats, and his bruised hands struggled to hold his neck, and he actually touched the rough and hard object!

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that it wasn't because of too much fear of speculation, but that there was a real whip around his neck!

And this awakening only stayed in his mind for a moment.

Then he heard a crunch from the depths of his body, and he died.

There was a dead silence.

The rest of Wu Zong's faces turned pale and looked behind him, as if they had seen a ghost alive.

Maybe they've really seen a ghost - a dead person has come back to kill people, and who's to say she's not a ghost?!

Yan Ling snapped his vertebrae with a long whip, let go, leaned out from behind the fallen corpse, looked around at the battle situation that had been briefly frozen by her, and smiled with satisfaction.

Today, instead of wearing her favorite moon-white dress, she was dressed in red like blood, which made her skin as smooth as white jade and radiant. Yan Ling sniffed deeply at the blood in the air, her fingers intoxicated with the fresh blood stains on the long whip, and her cheeks swelled with an orgasmic flush, delicately like a little girl in her twenties.

The sense of control that had been paid for a human life finally dispelled the fear that death had left her. Yan Zero felt that it was from this moment that she really came back to life. This made her laugh with pleasure and laugh non-stop.

The figures appeared longingly in the woman's laughter, one by one, in a trance. They appeared on the battlefield silently like ghosts, and they didn't say a word like ghosts, but their looks, their eyes, and the distance they approached were talking.

The resurrection of the dead is for the sake of life.

The next moment, Yan Ling's laughter stopped abruptly. She lifted her jaw slightly, and let out a cold, screeching from deep within her chest.

"Kill!"

The woman stomped her foot violently, the cold and hard ground sinking deep under her heels, cracking inch by inch, and the huge force made her whole person like a blood-colored sword off the string, and rushed towards the next Martial Sect cultivator with impunity.

"Kill—"

The servants echoed in unison, and with the momentum of thunder, they coldly and greedily pounced on the group of prey who were distracted.

......

......

Blood splattered, flesh and bone separated.

It had been many years since such a brutal and naked fight had been seen among the cultivators. From the moment the dead returned, everyone seemed to have lost their minds suddenly, and they were furious, roaring, resisting, slashing and slashing into flesh.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a frenzy, like falling into an unreal, dim dream.

But he was the only one who was always awake.

None of the crowd who were caught in the fight found that Tsing Yi was standing in the middle of the battlefield, but calmly stood by and watched, and had not made another move for a long time.

When he wants to speak, he should be watched by all people. And when he wants to be quiet, he can make no one remember his presence.

So Tsing Yi just relaxed and indifferent at the moment looking at the battlefield, watching the blood water penetrate the land, frowning slightly.

He didn't blame the people he brought in for being too slow to kill, but he was unhappy that Wu Zong's resistance was too weak.

The slaughter, which was too one-sided, meant nothing to him.

So his gaze penetrated the space, and he looked at Ji Mu who was struggling in the fan cage in the painting realm, moved his fingers, and decided to make the barrier of the fan cage thinner.

"What are you doing now," Tsing Yi's voice suddenly sounded in his sea of consciousness, and he sighed and said, "What is the difference from what you hated originally?"

If he is Tsing Yi, why should he speak to himself?

The answer, of course, is that he is not.

When Lu Qiming heard Tsing Yi's words, his expression was still calm, and this calmness was closer to indifference at this time. He asked, "Are you questioning me?"

Tsing Yi felt another emotion in the sea of knowledge, and did not feel fear, but felt a little heartache and some heartache.

He whispered, "I'm not blaming you, what do those people have to do with me?" Through the same pair of eyes, he and Lu Qiming looked at the blood on the ground together, as if standing side by side.

Tsing Yi said to him sincerely: "I'm just afraid that one day in the future, when you think about it, you will feel sad." ”

The corners of Lu Qiming's mouth hooked up slightly, and he wanted to say something, but paused, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He knew he should have kept Tsing Yi's consciousness asleep—just as he had decided to do in the first place. But it's too hard. He's been alone for too long, and he still needs an absolutely safe place and an absolutely safe person to talk to once in a while.

So he couldn't help but let Tsing Yi wake up again. So during this period of time, unconsciously, Tsing Yi already knew a lot of things about him.

"Tsing Yi," Lu Qiming sighed and said his name, "I feel like I made a very wrong decision before. ”

Tsing Yi listened to his voice quietly. If he could still control his body at the moment, then there should be a soothing smile on his lips.

"I'm afraid that this will continue," Lu Qiming said with some amazement, "I can't help but really kill you." ”

His tone was serious, serious, not a joke. Tsing Yi also knew that there was indeed a real killing intent in his heart, and when he knew better, Lu Qiming would not do it in the end.

"I'd rather it be true. ”

Tsing Yi's tone was extremely soft, and he smiled slightly: "Since you have made a decision in your heart, don't hesitate or feel pain to do it...... That's what you taught me back then. ”

Lu Qiming was silent for a moment, remembering many years ago, slowly shook his head and smiled, and said: "When I was young, I always didn't know the height of the sky. ”

His tone was still indifferent, but with that brief smile, he finally returned to the world.

Tsing Yi understood, so he felt a deep sorrow again uncontrollably. This time he couldn't laugh or speak.

Tsing Yi no longer asked, and Lu Qiming no longer answered.

He just looked at the sky and said, "Don't look at me." Look at the sword. ”

In the Xiwei mountain, there is a sword, coming from the sky.

......

The most famous of the Infinite Sword Sect is the Ruthless Sword. Jiang Shou cultivates the ruthless sword, so he is also ruthless enough.

When Ji Mu was trapped, Jiang Shou did not draw his sword. When the first head was twisted off by Yan Ling, Jiang Shou did not draw his sword. When the second person's heart and lungs were hollowed out by the claws, Jiang Shou still didn't draw his sword.

He's waiting.

But he wasn't waiting for the enemy to get tired or leak a flaw, he was just waiting for the moment when he was willing to draw his sword.

If you are willing, you can have a good mind, and you can unify this body and this mind, and the sword of the heart points to it, and the body goes, and you don't know how many thousands of miles it is.

Therefore, it is said, a getaway.