readx;? Ling Xiaoye seemed to be unconscious, which frightened Agula and Gao Changfeng, no matter how the two geists called, he just didn't wake up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, Ling Xiaoye was stunned by the remnants of the broken sword's soul, and in the dark, Ling Xiaoye seemed to have come to a strange place:

The sky was grey, dark clouds were rolling, a westerly wind was blowing, and the smell of blood poured into the nose, and the blackened crows, swirling low in the sky, swooping down to the ground from time to time, and the ground was an endless plain that was covered by corpses.

Ling Xiaoye looked at the past and knew at a glance that there had been a battle, a tragic battle: tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people died in this battle.

The sunlight occasionally passed through the clouds, illuminating the land where the tragic battles had taken place, and the tragic scenes of these people who died in battle were reflected in Ling Xiaoye's eyes again and again.

"Here, could it be that the scene experienced by the broken sword is repeated again?"

Ling Xiaoye frowned, muttered to himself in a low voice, and then fell into deep thought:

It may be a great misfortune for a person to die;

Ten people, dead, may be a big tragedy;

100 people, killed, or a sensational event;

A thousand people, killed in battle, can be a great strife;

Tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people, were killed, but the result would be the result of a hero in history!

Killing one person is essentially the same as killing 10,000 people, but the meaning it represents may be different!

Ling Xiaoye looked at the corpses that had died in battle all over the ground, and suddenly understood that in this cruel time, whoever wanted to stand on the top must have his hands covered with blood, maybe this blood was human, or maybe this blood was from demon beasts and beasts......

In a world where the law of the jungle eats the strong, strength is the most important thing, and killing is obviously one of the most intimidating methods for quick success.

Killing is the pass of the strong to the top;

Killing is the epitaph of the weak turning into dry bones.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Ling Xiaoye's right eye suddenly became blood-red, emitting a faint red light, his body was shrouded in a faint black qi, and his mouth kept shouting kill, kill, kill!

Suddenly, the plain, where the war had taken place, suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a different picture:

In a small mountain village surrounded by green mountains, there are dozens of families with uneven houses, children playing in the village, women washing clothes by the river, farmers working in the fields, and fishermen by the river fishing......

This idyllic peace was suddenly shattered by a group of unknown monsters, who killed people without mercy, and the monsters demolished the house without blinking......

The small mountain village has become a hell on earth, and all the people have been brutally killed by monsters.

There was still a trace of sanity Ling Xiaoye, who wanted to shout, but he couldn't shout no matter how he shouted, and his body and limbs couldn't move if he wanted to, so he could only watch such a tragedy play out in front of his eyes.

Forcefully growing his mouth, but unable to make a single sound, Ling Xiaoye seemed to be on the verge of collapse. This scene couldn't help but remind him of the ruined scene after Yunkong Mountain was destroyed.

Suddenly, the picture changed to one new scene after another, Ling Xiaoye saw the crazy killings, the bloody tragedies again and again, and the powerless suppression......

Unconsciously, Ling Xiaoye closed his eyes, and a cold voice sounded in his head, hoarse and powerful: "Young man, you can enter the phantom array I arranged, and you are the one who has persisted the longest without going crazy." ”

"Who are you?"

Ling Xiaoye asked with a divine thought.

"In Xia Ye Wuxin, the first head of Qinglanmen, people call me Ye Maniac. The voice paused for a moment, and then said: "If you can enter here, you should be the head of the Qinglan Sect, and you are also the person who has learned the Yin Yang Array." ”

"So what? What is this place?"

Ling Xiaoye felt that his head was swollen and ached faintly, but he still held back and continued to ask.

"This is an illusion I created with mystics and magic circles, and now your sea of consciousness has been sucked in. Of course, it won't hurt you. ”

The voice continued, "Moreover, you should be the head of the Qinglan Sect, and you are fully qualified to accept my inheritance-Killing Dao Intent!"

"Killing Dao Intent?"

"That's right, there are thousands of killing intentions, but the essence is almost the same. My Ye Wuxin comprehension of the Taoist friend, to put it mildly, is much better than others. As for why, you don't have to dig deeper. As long as you accept my inheritance and let the Qinglan Sect not decline. ”

Ling Xiaoye kept listening to this voice, thinking that what this person said was similar to what Gao Changfeng had said before. Since there is a master's inheritance, why not accept it, so Ling Xiaoye agreed: "Okay, then please ask Senior Ye to teach me, I, Ling Xiaoye, will not live up to your expectations, and I will not let Qinglanmen decline!"

"Yes, you can persist in the illusion for so long, which is a rare talent, so this inheritance must belong to you. No nonsense, I don't have much time for this trace of my soul to be in the broken sword, so I'm going to teach you in the illusion, hurry up and prepare. ”

As soon as the voice finished speaking, Ling Xiaoye felt the environment change and went to another scene.

The black sky, the black surface, and the black monsters, but their eyes are red.

"Go ahead, use all your strength to kill them all!

Ling Xiaoye was a little confused, but his body didn't listen to him, as if someone was pushing him - he took out his twin swords, used the mana true element, cast the Demon Heart Burning Method, summoned the twin martial spirits, and even Qingluan was boiling from the fire......

"Well, you kid has a lot of good things on you! But now you have to destroy everything in front of you!"

As soon as Ling Xiaoye heard this, his body moved and teleported in front of those monsters.

The hoarse voice said again: "Hey, you are using Gao Changfeng's housekeeping skills-Phantom Feather Divine Technique!

Ling Xiaoye didn't answer, at this moment, his right eye flashed red, and his twin swords swung up, wiping out those monsters that surrounded him.

"It's not enough, you have to think about what you experienced in the previous illusion!

Under the guidance of this seemingly demonic voice, Ling Xiaoye really roared, and the sword qi burst out from the two swords from time to time, killing those black monsters in an instant.

Ling Xiaoye didn't know how many monsters he had killed, and he didn't feel tired, listening to the fingerprints of this voice, he vented his inner dissatisfaction and anger, stimulated his inner beastliness, and kept fighting these black monsters.

"Not yet!" the voice still said, Ling Xiaoye gritted his teeth and continued to wave his weapon, desperately moving forward in front of the black monster crowd, slashing and slashing!

"Now, you've touched the edge of the killing Dao, but you haven't grasped it yet. You imagine yourself as a madman, and only by killing everything in your eyes can you get back your most precious thing!"

"The real murderer of Yunkong Mountain, the guy who took away his senior brother, these people are all going to die!"

Ling Xiaoye shouted this sentence frantically, and swung his weapon more quickly with both hands.

"Well, that's it, be a little violent!"

Ling Xiaoye raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his right eye had become blood-red, if anyone looked at it, it was estimated that all the goosebumps on his body would rise.

I saw that within a radius of fifty zhang centered under his feet, the sky suddenly changed, and the road was white, and the ground collapsed, and a strong wind blew through it.

Boom Boom!

Except for the land under Ling Xiaoye's feet, there was no change, and the area within a radius of fifty zhang was all crying and howling, which was terrifying. There was a rumbling sound, the white light was dazzling, and what was even more terrifying was that those black monsters were torn apart by the invisible force, mixed with the raised sand and gravel, and scattered with the strong wind.

"Hahaha, that's right! You kid is really a genius, and he has already understood the true meaning of the old man's killing. When you wake up, tell Gao Changfeng that that guy's ruthless Dao intent is not as powerful as my killing Dao intent!hahaha......"

Then, this area suddenly disappeared, and Ling Xiaoye seemed to be constantly muttering a few words in his head, like something like a mantra, but he still didn't quite understand the meaning of these words.

"Let's go, lad!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoye woke up from the ground, opened his eyes, and saw the spirits of Agugula and Gao Changfeng, who were constantly calling their names.

"How long have I passed out?"

As soon as Ling Xiaoye woke up, he asked.

"It's been about an hour. Gao Changfeng said.

"Whew, just caught in a phantom array. Ling Xiaoye began to talk endlessly, briefly describing the incident of meeting Ye Wuxin in the illusion, and also said that he had comprehended a trace of killing meaning.

This Gao Changfeng's aura is broken, especially when Ye Wuxin said that Gao Changfeng's Dao intent is not as good as the killing Dao intent, he is already furious, if he hadn't been imprisoned by Agugula and connected together, maybe he would have smashed this place to pieces.

For a warrior, there is no shame in failing, but being despised all the time will make you angry. Ling Xiaoye understood Gao Changfeng's mood, so he also comforted him, saying that ruthlessness was still very powerful.

However, Gao Changfeng could not listen to it, so he simply reasoned with Agugula, and Agugula was not to be outdone, so the two kept arguing.

Ling Xiaoye couldn't speak, so he had to take a closer look at the broken sword in his hand, whether it was re-injecting mana or true yuan, there was no response. He knew that the spirit of the founder of Qinglanmen should have dissipated.

Ling Xiaoye casually put away a few books on Anecdotes, put them in the Qiankun bag, and said to the two wandering spirits who were still arguing: "Two of you, we should go!"