After leaving the Daomen, he carried a sword on his back and a wine jug tied to his waist, and walked staggering through the world, without any movement for a long time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Many people are looking for him, some want to win him over, because he is at least known as the first day of Beihai on the surface, and some want to challenge him, because he is too famous, and there are many more people who are looking for his footprints with various purposes, but no one really finds him.

Of course, he didn't hide, he just carried his sword on his back, drank wine, drunkenly walked through countless rivers, climbed ten miles of mountains, walked a road that even he didn't know the destination, and walked to the front of a small city.

He looked up.

The word Yubei is written on the small city.

Did you end up here?

He looked at this small city that had not changed much, remembered his father, and suddenly began to cry, and then he wiped away his tears and walked towards Daqingshan.

This may be the last time he will pay homage to his father's grave.

He went to the green mountains all the year round, and then on the way down the mountain, he met a cultivator, this cultivator was a rare demon cultivator, who actually practiced the magic skill of using human blood as blood food, and what was even more terrifying was that this cultivator was still the identity of an elder of a small sect.

When that demon cultivator was encountered by him, he was tyrannizing and killing mortals, and he was jokingly admiring the appearance of people fleeing in a hurry, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He saw it, so he was furious, pulled out his sword, and cut this demon cultivator whose strength was only three realms into two, and the corpse was torn into countless plasma under his angry sword qi, blurring into an inhuman form.

He left after killing that demon cultivator, but how could the matter end like this? He didn't expect that soon the small sect that hid the demon cultivator would issue a notice, slandering him for killing innocents indiscriminately, killing fellow Daoists, and asking Daoists from all over the world to help them seek justice.

No one expected that after Zhang Chunsheng disappeared for nearly a year, the first time he surfaced was accompanied by such a message, but whether the news was true or not, or it alarmed many people in Beihai, someone came to the door one after another, and it gave him a headache for some things that he didn't know.

He was tired of explaining the truth of the matter to others over and over again, and he didn't like to be disturbed all the time, especially the addition of oil and vinegar to that small sect, which not only seriously affected his life, but also earned a lot of eyeballs and fame for that sect itself.

He felt angry, so he held his sword and found that small sect, that small sect was originally a gathering place for demon cultivators, and of course it was unscrupulous to kill people there, so he washed the entire sect in blood, killing rivers of blood, killing until he was exhausted, and finally killed all those people.

This incident caused even more waves, because the matter of a person's bloodbathing of a sect was too appalling, and the whole thing sounded quite cruel, and countless accusations and scoldings followed, scolding him for being a bloody executioner, scolding him for having the talent of God's favor, but having a mismatch for the annihilation of human nature.

There are also many small sects that are also a gathering place for demon cultivators to help build momentum, and in almost just a few days, his stigma has spread all over the country, and he is almost speechless.

A month later, it was already notorious and notorious.

But he didn't care, and he didn't think to justify anything.

There has never been such a thing as a purifier in the world, and fame and reputation are all the trend of the times, and what gossip and scorn pay attention to is a preconceived idea, who will investigate the truth?

Many people compare themselves to chess players, play with people's hearts, and take pleasure in it, but in fact, how can the unpredictable people's hearts be controlled by the chessboard? How to make moves on the chessboard, they all pay attention to a black chess and white chess, and they all pay attention to a chess rule, everything is upright, and people's hearts are strange and difficult to distinguish, black and white can be reversed, rules can be surpassed, where is right and wrong?

However, if you can't play chess, you can flip the table, as long as you have the courage.

He thought that this made a lot of sense, so he was not going to reason with those cultivators, and instead of wasting his words, he might as well cut it off with a sword, which was his flipping table.

He ignored the rumors, nor did he feel angry, accepted them calmly, and then ignored them, and just walked silently in the mountains and fields, turning himself into a sword and slashing all the damned.

After another month, he found another sect where demon cultivators gathered, and by the time he left, that sect was already bleeding and corpses were all over the field.

Walking in the world, he killed more and more people, and countless notorious sects were destroyed by him, but his pace never stopped, just like his sword.

The years passed little by little, and it was about another year, a year of walking, and a year of killing, which was very exhausting.

He stood on the cliff of a mountain, bowed his head, and looked at his hands.

His hands were clean, slender and white, spotless, but he could clearly smell the blood on them.

Yes, he has been full of blood, in a year, he has killed too many cultivators, I don't know how many hundred, exterminated more than a dozen sects, and has caused enough deterrence in the North Sea, but this is not enough.

He still didn't kill enough, and there were still many cultivators who were magnified by their own desires and acted recklessly, and those people needed him to kill.

At the same time, his killing finally reached the critical point that those big sects could bear, and Qiu Mingshan and Emperor Zizhai jointly issued a notice to stop it, otherwise, he would face the wanted of Qiu Mingshan and Emperor Zizhai.

He ignored the notices, because he would continue to walk the path he chose, even if it was paved with blood, and if he died on the road, then his blood would pave the way for future generations.

He continued to kill, and even a month after the joint announcement was issued, he destroyed a third-rate sect that had brought disaster to the world, sent dozens of evil cultivators to death, and then committed another crime a few days later, thousands of miles away.

Emperor Zizhai and Qiu Mingshan finally couldn't bear it anymore and sent several elders of the Dragon Eye Realm to strangle him, in order to maintain the status of the Two Great Dao Sects in the cultivation world.

The silence of the Daomen was not unexpected, and Emperor Zizhai and Qiu Mingshan attached great importance to it, because if they could kill this heinous original Daomen disciple, it would be extremely huge whether it was the prestige of the two major sects or the prestige of the Daomen.

So in the spring of that year, on a verdant grassland where the spring breeze blew and reborn, he was surrounded by several elders from Qiuming Mountain and Emperor Zizhai.

A gentle breeze on the prairie blows grass clippings.

The strength of these elders is in the middle and late stages of the Dragon's Eye Realm, and there are thirteen people in total, which can be said to be extremely high-minded, which also shows that the two major sects are bound to win.

The young man trapped in the middle of the encirclement net had white hair like snow, white clothes and a sword, and his expression was calm, without any panic.

He drew his sword and stood, holding the sword in white and said calmly: "I am invincible in the dragon's eye, how can you be my opponent?"

An elder from the Dragon's Eye Realm shouted angrily, "Could it be that to kill you, a butcher who has done a lot of evil and killed countless people, it is still necessary for the Lord of Zhai to personally go out?"

He shook his head and said nothing, his eyes were calm, although he was still a cultivator in the early stage of the Dragon Eye Realm, as if he had left the Dao Gate for three years, and his cultivation had not grown an inch, but he was indifferent.

The thirteen super masters in the middle and late stages of the Dragon Eye Realm put down their faces and joined forces to attack, how great was the momentum?

What's more, every one of these people has only a lot more years of cultivation than him.

It almost made the sun and the moon lose color, as if the sky was falling apart, and even the sky was dimmed!

How can this be stopped?

But he only used a sword against the enemy, and he couldn't stop it!

According to historical records, on that day, the Yubei immortals who were already sharp were only cultivated in the early stage of the Longyan Realm on the grassland, fighting thirteen people with one person and killing thirteen people by one person, which truly interpreted my invincibility in Longyan.

Although the spirit shocked later generations, at that time, in addition to the uproar, it caused more intense fear and ...... Beholder.

He then escaped with serious injuries, and embarked on a year-long escape journey under the pursuit of Emperor Zizhai, Qiuming Mountain, and more unpredictable forces.

The hunt lasted a whole year, from one spring day when the grass was reviving to another spring when the willows were budding, and he did not die, although he did not even have a respite to stop and recover from his injuries during the year, but he survived with great difficulty.

The reason why the hunt will end is not because those forces have given up their killing intent towards him, in fact, if it weren't for the secret obstruction of the Daomen, he would have died a long time ago.

The reason why he really survived was because he was forced to leave Beihai and flee to Dongyu.

Standing on the land of Dongyu and looking back at the Beihai not far away, in addition to the murderous pursuers, there was also a woman.

That woman was Chen Qiusi, the Daomen saint who had just grown into a girl, one of the few women who could be put in his heart.

She told the pursuers that if he was let go, he would leave Beihai forever, and he would never come back, and he would not be killed again.

She made her position very clear, and her position is the position of Daomen.

Those pursuers said, your Daomen wants to defend the disciples who defected from your own family, we don't care, since you have said so, we really can't kill this person, but he is guilty and kills like hemp, if this demon comes back, what should we do?

The woman in red bit her lip and said, "Then we'll kill him together." ”

The pursuers agreed, so they stood on the boundary between Beihai and Dongyu, watching the blood-stained white-clothed, white-haired sword-bearing young man disappear into the depths of Dongyu's land little by little, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just because they're chasing and killing doesn't mean they're not afraid.

That young man had killed more cultivators over the years than they had killed in his entire life combined, how could he not be afraid?

They chase a spring to autumn, how many robes turn into dry bones?

The woman in red stood on the wilderness, carrying the sword of the Holy Maiden, and shouted at his back from afar: "Zhang Chunsheng, if you dare to die, I will never forgive you!"

He didn't realize it, and he was still walking his own way.

Teeter.

Seriously injured, his eyebrows were full of exhaustion, and he fled to Dongyu, in addition to being really cornered, he had other thoughts.

His heart is very big, and he wants to save the people of the world, not the people of Beihai, what is the world? That is everything under the sky.

The damned cultivators in Beihai have been almost killed by him, and the rest are also scared and reined in, maybe what he wants to do in Beihai has been almost done, but Dongyu, everything has to start again.

Yes, he is not satisfied, and turning the North Sea upside down can't satisfy him, if it is said that Kuang supports justice, punishes adultery and eliminates evil, he has done enough, enough to make every decent swordsman in the world who prides himself on being famous and famous, ashamed, but what he wants is not those false names, otherwise how can he kill for many years with stigma?

He had been killed for years, hunted down, cursed, scolded, and survived, but he didn't care, and he didn't fear.

Because with great power comes great responsibility.

Because he knows that someone has to do these things, and he happens to be willing to do it. (To be continued.) )