When cultivating to the Quenching Yuan Realm, the aura between heaven and earth naturally enters the body of the martial artist, and the vitality of the martial artist can be completely maintained, without the use of grains. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, there are some warriors who will still eat some meals from time to time to satisfy their appetites.

And Kumen is naturally not such a person.

After all, when he has grown so big, he has not really eaten a food that can be called a delicacy, and it is already very good to be able to eat.

Swish!

The grass shook, but there was no human figure, like a gust of wind.

He was extremely fast, and he rushed all the way to the next target.

Gradually.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon stars are sparse, and a faint light shines on the road ahead.

Following a little moonlight, Kumen saw a few houses not far in front of him, there was no light in them, lifeless, like a cemetery.

Kumen's heart moved

It's here!

He could feel that in this dead and silent house like a cemetery, there was the breath of the living, but those breaths were really weak to a certain extent.

Is it the same village as before?

Even weaker than before, this time, Kumen restrained some of his breath, stepped lightly, and stopped in the middle of this village, without making the slightest sound, and the people in this village naturally did not find it.

Whoosh.

Three second-order formations with divine brilliance, only a small bite-sized formation, flew directly out of his wide white robe, and grew in mid-air, completely enveloping this small village.

Airplanes.

A god-like aura descended, and then disappeared without a trace.

The formation suddenly shone brightly, and the ethereal voice in the formation gradually sounded.

"What's going on?"

"What's that sound?"

"Enemy Attack, Enemy Attack!!"

The people in this village were all woken up by the sound, and besides, how could they dare to really sleep in such a weak village, and suddenly, a panicked voice rang out, accompanied by several cries of children who got up in bed.

But before they could do anything, they heard a sound that seemed to be a soft murmur, a sound that seemed to float slowly from the distant horizon, the sound was not loud, obscure, not like the language of this world, but when it came to their ears, it was like a thunderclap sounding in their minds, which shook people's hearts.

"O great origin, I, the inheritor of the bloodline of sacrifice, with the lives of these hundreds of beings, hook their souls, and strengthen my soul!"

The formation moved at the moment when Kumen's words fell, and the characters on it seemed to come to life, twisting and meandering, through the houses, through the walls, and finally, attached to the panicked people.

"What is this?"

The strange scene in front of them made these people frightened, and they kept grabbing on their bodies, trying to detain those characters, but it was useless, and after those characters were attached to their bodies, they were like tattoos, even if they were covered in blood, it was useless at all.

Disheveled.

The white flames burned, like a purifying flame, illuminating the entire dark village, and everyone was in flames, and when they looked at each other, they could see each other's distorted expressions and howls of pain, like hellfire.

"Ah......h

The screams converged, men, women, and children, within a radius of a kilometer, they could be heard clearly, and they were extremely infiltrating.

Kumen stood motionless in the center, with a compassionate posture, his deep eyes like black holes shining under the white flames, as if they had penetrated all truth.

Looking at those who were screaming and wailing in the flames, twisting and trying to extinguish the flames as if they wanted to be more comfortable, there was not the slightest fluctuation in Kumen's heart, this was an unequal slaughter.

The beliefs of all living beings are also subtly changing him, for such a killing, if it was placed before, of course he could do it, but it will definitely not be as unfluctuating as now, but now, he can deal with it calmly.

Think it's not killing, it's a redemption.

This world is a sea of suffering, and if someone kills, there will naturally be someone to redeem.

Having lived so lowly and weak, perhaps, death is not a kind of salvation?

Rather than die at the hands of wild beasts, it is better to die at the hands of my bitter gate, which can still exert your last trace of residual heat, why not!

In fact, this is a fallacy, the practice of killing is the same as the practice of redemption, in other words, it becomes salvation?

It's just that Kumen is convinced that black is white, white is black, he thinks it is right, it must be right!

The screams gradually became quieter, and finally, slowly disappeared.

The white flame was also extinguished.

The houses were all alive, and the corpses in them were not yet visible, and the bitter door did not care, the hollow behind it gradually opened, and all the brilliant pillars of light entered his brain, and that ethereal feeling of comfort came out, and his soul grew a little stronger.

The advantage of soul growth is that he can feel some dangers happening, although that huge spiritual power can't be used, but now, a distance of five hundred meters can almost be mastered.

After trying it again, Kumen frowned, and he still didn't have the slightest way to do it in his soul.

But in an instant, he was relieved, after all, this was a touch of the ancient god who didn't know how many billions of years ago, if he dealt with it now, then this ancient god would inevitably be a little too weak.

It's late at night.

After a whole day of running, although there was no physical discomfort, and even the spirit was still very strong, but after thinking about it, Kumen still pushed open a door nearby, threw out the two corpses inside, and sat on the bed, cross-legged, feeling the power of faith in his mind, and all kinds of voices and thoughts, all accepted together.

The thoughts formed by nearly 9,000 believers, either prayers, or some inexplicable thoughts, or thoughts in their hearts, rushed into the minds of Kumen like a torrent.

Kumen's face remained unchanged, just slowly cruising in this torrent, peeling off a wisp from time to time, watching the thoughts in it, as if he was peeling off the chaff, leaving some essence, enriching himself, he looked like a sage, listening to the voices of civilians, thinking and making decisions at the same time.

Time flies.

The night passed.

After Kumen came out of the house, he had a sense of spiritual refreshment, which was also the last time he found it, and it seemed that observing like this could improve his spiritual power, and it could enrich his foundation, after all, the day when the power of one person will eventually be exhausted, but the power of all living beings is endless.

Although the strength of believers is weak now, there are many things, often with some whimsical ideas, and if you don't have that kind of strength, it doesn't mean that weak people are useless.

If in the future, if he encounters any problems in his cultivation, he can convey them to the believers through his faith, and through their slightest thoughts, he may be able to make a breakthrough.

His path seems to be difficult, but in fact it can be of great use, but his path can only be walked by himself, after all, up to now, he doesn't have any exercises to practice, it's not impossible, it's just that he is a stubborn person, striving for perfection in everything, and before there is something that really makes him happy, he would rather be like this.

Of course, this is also a matter for later.

As the night passed, the corpses already emitted some unpleasant stench, and after arguing the way, he continued to run towards the next village.

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