CHAPTER XXVIII

The large army on the continent was harassed by countless individual or small groups of wolf riders, watching the chaos on the continent, those wolf riders were doing evil everywhere, burning, killing and looting without humanity, treating their own people as livestock. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soldiers' eyes were filled with hatred.

In such an environment, life is worse than death, and living is simply the greatest torture for them.

This doomed the human race and the demon race to the end, and the next generation of the human race almost all hated the demon race to the bone, and the cruel and inhumane scenes were like seeds taking root in their hearts.

They no longer even crave happiness, because happiness has been torn apart piece by piece by the hands of those inhuman demons.

They are hungry for only strength, crazy, hysterical, desperate for power.

Only strength can make them take revenge. Only strength can allow them to kill this cruel, ugly, filthy race.

Only strength can bring this continent back to its pure land.

It is conceivable that when ten or twenty years have passed, what kind of bloody storm will emerge on the mainland, when there is only hatred in these eyes, the most desired thing is only strength and revenge, and the meaning of life is only hatred of the child grows up, and the fate of the demon race is really difficult to predict.

Xiao Jiu, who came down from the top of Tianwu Mountain, was carrying a purple sword, and this purple sword was the Purple Thunder Supreme Peach Wood Sword of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Tianwu Mountain.

This sword is made of a peerless peach tree that has grown for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years and has been cultivated to the supreme Yang and has been successfully cultivated, and the peach wood heart left behind by the failure of the catastrophe and transformation of the people has been broken, and it is extremely hard, and it can burst out with extremely powerful power with the Nine Thunder Determination of Tianwu Mountain.

Xiao Jiu went all the way to the north, and saw the mainland on the road, the villages and towns, the beautiful scenery of the past, turned into nothingness, and the night was a series of fires, and almost all of them turned into broken walls when the time came.

Xiao Jiu's eyes were stimulated by the scenes, and finally hatred filled his eyes, his heart was sad, and the hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing, and he asked the sky speechlessly, the saint, the king, what is the use.

Do you want me to teach those demons who don't have the heart of humanity? They are not qualified to listen to benevolence! Only Shura Dao, kill with killing, counter violence with violence, and destroy war with war!

Since then, I, Xiao Jiu, have entered the Shura Dao, and the demon clan will not be destroyed for a day, and I will not look back for a day.

Kill him in the dark, the blood is flowing like a river, what benevolence, what holy way, it's all a fart.

Sitting cross-legged, the mysterious power in his body was running in a peculiar track, which was different from the righteous path of Wushan that day, full of evil charm and killing intent, as if it had changed from a human avenue to a sheep intestine ghost path.

Physically, it has also changed from the Taoist Haoran righteousness to the Shura killing intent.

In Tianwu Mountain, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly opened his eyes, and this son still entered the Shura Dao when he arrived.

This path has rarely been walked since the founding of Tianwu Mountain, because it is difficult to preach the Tao with this path and enter the road to heaven.

Lao Dao bowed his head and was silent, thought about it again and again, and suddenly smiled.

But the Tao is the Tao, it is the Tao, the evil is the Tao, the immortal is the Tao, the ghost is the Tao, the Shura is the Tao, there is the Tao in all the ways, the Tao is the Tao, and the people who walk are different. If it's the way, why can't you preach?

That Xiao Jiu's expression was shocked, and the phantom of the heavenly gods, Buddhas, and immortals behind him gradually turned into a forest, and a sea of blood appeared, and countless Shura evil ghosts were soaked in it, and the blood and qi that rushed to the sky filled the heavens and the earth.

A black rune appeared on Xiao Jiu's forehead, spreading throughout his body, shining brightly.

With a bang, Xiao Jiu's cultivation was like a rocket, rising from the Xuanshi Quadruple Stage.

Xuanshi five-fold, six-fold, seven-fold, eight-fold, ninfold, Xuanling......!

It was still rising until the seven-fold, and finally stopped at the bottleneck leading to the eight-fold.

Xiao Jiu stood up, his eyes were a little white, and he sensed the location of a demon rider, his body suddenly increased his speed, and flew out like a gust of wind.

The next moment, a clearing appeared not far ahead.

Twenty or so demons were resting and eating here, and Xiao Jiu took a closer look, and what was cooking in the pot turned out to be human heads.

For a while, his eyes were about to crack, his temples were pounding, and his anger was rushing.

A sea of blood appeared behind the body, and countless Shura demons seemed to be real, frightening these demons to froze, and the next moment they all died, and their purple blood was slowly absorbed by the phantom behind Xiao Jiu.

The blood-red sea of blood behind Xiao Jiu began to have a hint of purple.

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Outside the Hanging Pot Valley, the horse-faced boy summoned an eagle-like spirit beast, and this spirit beast stretched out its wings and was actually two people long. The boy turned over and jumped on the eagle's back, smiled obscenely, and took off with the eagle.

In mid-air, he saw countless wounded people with broken arms and legs, and even he saw a group of demons tying a human race to a pillar, besieging the city and cutting the person's thighs and arms with knives, cutting off a piece of meat and eagerly stuffing it into the innermost.

The man was covered in blood, and although he was still alive, he obviously couldn't survive, and he could see bones on his face, arms, and thighs, and no flesh on his chest, and his heart pounding.

The horse-faced boy raised the sky like a lightning strike, the doctor was benevolent, hung the pot to help the world, saved people and acted virtuously, and rejuvenated with wonderful hands.

However, at this moment, even if Bian Que is alive, he can't save this person, there is no medicine for the flesh and bones of the living and dead!

This is different from what the teacher taught, it is very different, how is it good, how is it good?

The lewd smile on the horse-faced young man's face was gone, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he kept shaking his head, all the worldviews that had been built for more than ten years had collapsed.

In the valley, the master taught himself to hang the pot to help the world, and the person who saves people is a doctor.

The one who saves people is a doctor, the one who saves people is a doctor, and the one who saves people is a doctor.

The boy seemed to understand something, and kept muttering this sentence in the innermost part.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he saw the sun through the clouds.

Killing people can save people, but how can we save people if we don't kill people? Killing medicine is useless in this cruel and bloody world, and only murder medicine can save people.

No one noticed that a piece of medicinal powder fell from the sky, colorless and odorless, and slowly drifted and fell on the bloody human body.

The distorted expression on the face of the screaming man finally relaxed, and even became a little serene and quiet.

He held his head high, and suddenly saw a crystal sparkling falling in the sun, and a black shadow passed by in the sky.

A serene smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,

Heaven sent immortals to rescue me.

The next moment he was no longer in pain and unconscious.

Although those demons are a little strange, why does this food suddenly stop howling, it's boring, but if you take a slow step, you will eat a lot less meat, so no one brought it up, and they are all rushing to grab meat to eat.

But the next moment, the itch, the fatal itch, the itch that goes deep into the soul, scratch, comfortable, scratch harder, so comfortable.

How sticky and wet, when I raised my hand, I saw that the flesh and blood were scratched off and stuffed in the nails, looking so terrible, but the next moment the fatal itch came again, and I could only scratch it again, otherwise I would be itched to death.

When the Terran troops arrived, they saw a scene that frightened them and was extremely happy, more than 20 demons rolled on the ground, constantly scratching their bodies, completely ignoring a piece of flesh and blood under a claw, and some of the demons' legs didn't even have a trace of flesh left.

Still scratching their bones there, these demons almost didn't have a piece of good skin on their bodies, and their muscles were exposed with purple blood, and as they rolled on the soil, they were scratched by themselves.

In this way, more than two dozen demons scratched themselves to death.

The soldiers who arrived from the Terrans were inexplicably surprised.

"Look there!" a soldier pointed to the sky, where a man and an eagle were moving away.

A good look saw clearly that it was a young man, dressed in a hanging pot grain robe.

"I've never heard of saving people in the Hanging Pot Valley, but I've never heard of such a killing method, so it's no wonder that it has been passed down on the mainland for 10,000 years. ”

"It's really inhibitive. ”

"I don't think these demons deserve to die so miserably. ”

"Happy!"

"Keep going, we can move to the left, and leave this road to this young pharmacist from the Hanging Pot Valley. ”

"Yes, more people could be saved. ”

A group of soldiers watched Yang Tian away with reverent and fanatical eyes, and they wished that they would have such a means to kill people and save people.

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