The blood on the word "revenge" on Jiang Wangchen's arm was still flowing, and after the black qi was attached, it blended with the blood to form a black-gold flowing light, flickering brightly and dimly with the ups and downs of Jiang Wangchen's emotions. The slightest trace of sour and numb pain, intermittently provoked the nerves, just like the hatred in his heart, he desperately suppressed it, to avoid the source of the curse when he was restless, but the more he was suppressed, the more crazy it grew, he remembered the kind wrinkles on the old village chief's face when he recognized him, he remembered Niu Zhuang's obscene look when he stuffed the tiger whip into him, he remembered the happy smile on Sister Fang's face when she pulled him to grill fish, he remembered the whole village around his family and asked him briefly, and he still remembered the funny appearance of the eldest brother when he sang the ballad of his hometown, these sounds and smiles were still very distinct。

But why, why, why is such a small village outside the mountains that has no quarrel with the world and is pleasant, these are just ordinary people, living a small life of leisure and self-entertainment. Is it wrong for them to be ordinary and lovely, simple and kind, and they do not ask for more from the world, but only want to protect the homeland on which their ancestors have lived for generations......

Sin is far more contagious than good deeds. It's like killing is easier than redemption. Fortunately, when Jiang Wangchen was most struggling and painful, God did not fall into the well, leaving him alone, and there was a flower by his side, holding his hand and rubbing his eardrums softly.

"Wangchen, these will pass, they will definitely pass, you have to stabilize yourself, don't let the source of the curse take advantage of it!"

"With me here, rest assured that I will share this hatred with you, and we will seek revenge from the Demon Army, but not now, not now......"

The tears on Jiang Wangchen's eyes had already dried, but the unwillingness in his heart was slowly released with his rapid breathing, and finally ended in a long roar that looked up to the sky.

On the wound cut out of the arm, the black qi slowly calmed down, and finally after the blood retained, it slowly condensed into a layer of black scabs.

But here's the ...... Liao Feng reappeared at the head of the village with the Demon Imperial Army......

And this long howl, which was originally just catharsis, has now become a clarion call.

The word revenge suddenly became like a firework igniting black smoke, and the coagulated blood gushed out again, staining the handwriting red, and Jiang Wangchen's whole body was even more black and boiling, and the fierce meaning made it difficult for Hua Youyou to restrain his hand, and he took a few steps back and withdrew from the black fog.

"Jiang Wangchen!"

"Jiang Wangchen!"

She tried her best to stop, but to no avail, Jiang Wangchen, who was dominated by revenge, walked towards the Demon Imperial Army like a walking corpse, with a thick fog and boiling killing intent.

One step, one step, no one can stop it......

Liao Feng saw that the figure was getting closer and closer to him, but the fog barrier around the figure was always shrouded outside the figure, so he couldn't see the person's face clearly, but the murderous aura of Teng Teng first became manic, and the frightened Liao Feng dared to say anything, so he turned his head and ran away on crutches. And his entourage, which had already been dissipated, couldn't wait to escape, but at this moment, when he saw the leader running away, his subordinates fled in all directions. Suddenly left Liao Feng behind.

Liao Feng opened his mouth and scolded: "Who will help me...... I rewarded him with ten thousand taels of gold. ”

He was scolding, and suddenly felt a chill behind him, and a cold dead air was fleeting from his side, and he saw that person's face, wasn't it the young man who had abolished himself today?

He was horrified in his heart, why did this person let himself go at this moment, and turned to kill the others, he just thought of this, and stepped out with his left foot, and suddenly the Achilles tendon was crisp, and it broke and tore from the halfway. He fell to the ground and howled in pain. And he also saw clearly why the black fog on his body could not be dispersed, it turned out that he was the source of the fog, and even his dead pupils were full of mist.

Jiang Wangchen's magic rune sword, the blade is not sharp, but every sword he shoots pierces the body of the demon army neatly, and he can even hear the sound of bones breaking, a bit like a fierce burst when the cauldron is broken, and with the crisp sound when shaking, this makes Jiang Wangchen get pleasure and satisfaction, he thinks in his heart As long as he starts hard enough, the sincerity of revenge is true enough, then his redemption can be relieved a little earlier, this is the initial sense of atonement, but the more he goes to the back, the more out of control, there is a kind of madness that is not slaughtered, obviously he already understands the other party's life, but he has to make up for it again, listening to the sound of ribs bursting, like a death ritual ending perfectly, making the black gas in his eyes sway like a carnival.

Hua Youyou had already arrived, what she agreed with was that these demon royal troops all deserved to die, but she didn't want to see Jiang Wangchen become a demon controlled by revenge, she knew that this was mostly due to the source of the curse in his body, and her heart fell into a sea of suffering, when Jiang Wangchen had already unloaded the feet of the last deserter and was about to cut off his hands, Hua Youyou took off and blocked in front of Jiang Wangchen.

She shouted sharply: "Jiang Wangchen! Enough! Don't go on like this." ”

Her voice was fierce, but Jiang Wangchen turned a deaf ear, another voice echoed in his ears, and whispered: "Cut the afternoon, cut down, only by indulging yourself can you be freed from hatred." ”

Jiang Wangchen's face was expressionless, his eyes were empty and he couldn't read any emotion, and the short sword he held high in the air did not stop, and still fell mechanically.

Hua Youyou was horrified in her heart, she picked up her toes, and a knife at her feet was picked into the air by her, and she took the scimitar in one go and set it up directly, blocking Jiang Wangchen's short sword. But Jiang Wangchen tried her best to make a move, which also shocked her to take a few steps back.

She didn't have time to stop it, Jiang Wangchen's sword pierced directly through the chest of the demon royal army, and the blade of the sword was even inserted into the mud, and it was a little difficult to even put it out.

Liao Feng was now the only one left in the entire demon army, crawling on the ground, he wanted to do his best to get away from this demon, even a little, but Jiang Wangchen's eyes were coldly projected, and then he made a magic rune sword as a dart, nailing Liao Feng's left hand, which could only move, to the ground. He wailed again: "Please, give me a good time......"

As soon as the magic rune sword entered, Jiang Wangchen's figure also came in a sass, and when he pulled out the magic rune sword, Liao Feng screamed again, and the whole person curled up into a ball, like a frightened rookie.

The blood on the blade of the talisman sword in his hand fell down drop by drop, and the seeping blade glowed with a cold glow in the night. Jiang Wangchen once again raised the magic talisman sword with his backhand, and when he was about to fall, thousands of petals suddenly fell from the air, enveloping him, and as soon as his sword touched the petals, he was bounced away, and even his body was torn to stand unsteadily. But he didn't give up, and after straightening his posture, he held the talisman sword in his hand and slowly slashed down.

"Don't forget, Sister Qianyu spent a hundred years of cultivation to wake you up. Hua Youyu cried in her voice, she didn't know how to stop Jiang Wangchen, she could only try to wake him up with past memories.

Jiang Wangchen was unmoved, the blade of the sword still fell, allowing the swirling petals to cut out one bloody hole after another on his arm.

"Don't forget, the dying Spirit Bamboo Beast and Grandpa Mu Bai have exhausted how many True Yuan they have used up in order to lift your seal. Jiang Wangchen moved slightly, the sword blade was frozen in the petals, and the scratches on his hands continued to exude black gas, as long as the petals touched the black gas, they instantly withered into powder, and the power of the prosperity fell weaker and weaker, but the magic rune sword once again passed through the formation, approaching Liao Feng's eyes.

Hua Youyou's figure moved, stepped out of the smoke and dust, and landed in front of Jiang Wangchen in the blink of an eye, blocking Jiang Wangchen's short sword with a long knife that she was not good at. But the short sword in Jiang Wangchen's hand seemed to be burdened, and the pressure of Hua Youyou was out of breath, she was half-squatting, and with the support of her knees, she barely resisted.

She knew that if Jiang Wangchen's sword really killed Liao Feng, then he would not be able to escape the karma of revenge in this life. She immediately let out a loud shout, and while slapping the Xuan Arcane Law Seal in her left palm, she quickly recited the flower language silently in her mouth.

Immediately, the ground under Jiang Wangchen's feet cracked, and countless vines grew rapidly in the cracks, one whisker was six or seven feet high, and the vines were like green snakes winding, and like a dancing girl throwing their waists, bewitchingly twisting in the air, and suddenly the green vines tightened, binding Jiang Wangchen in it.

Although the crisis was resolved, the pain in her heart was unbearable. She roared hoarsely, "Did your mother give you the sword just to make you kill?"

This time, Jiang Wangchen was completely stunned, his eyes flickered again, and his eyes stared straight at the magic rune sword, if the magic rune sword was inducted, the runes on the sword overlapped and floated, and the golden light was covered. The black aura in Jiang Wangchen's eyes slowly faded, and the light in his eyes gradually calmed down.

But after all the black qi in the body suddenly converged into the body, it suddenly boiled out, and exploded in an instant, like a long-accumulated volcano frantically spewing out magma, directly shaking the vines bound to the body into pieces.

In Jiang Wangchen's Hongmeng, a terrifying hoarse voice echoed again: "These people deserve their crimes, they don't deserve it, they don't kill them." ”