"What, what?" Looking at the family heirloom sword, which turned into a scrap of copper and rotten iron, the young man's tears began to burst out like a faucet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was indeed a fatal blow to him.

In a circle of cultivators like theirs, they have never cared about any family affection or anything like that, their personalities have always been cold, and they have never cared about the affairs of their ancestors.

However, the key point is that the value of this sword is indeed more important than himself.

They can treat their ancestors as if they didn't exist, and they can still deny him the right to be a member of the family. If it is more serious, it is even possible to be tortured to the point that life is worse than death.

Even their relatives would never have spoken for the sake of someone who had made such a big mistake!

For him, a second ancestor who thinks he is noble and beautiful in luxury, it is like falling from heaven to the mortal world, and it is indeed a torture that is worse than death.

That's why he cried like this, maybe for him as a person, his life was actually destroyed when this sword was destroyed.

"How is it? Do you feel the same powerlessness as a mortal?" Lin Qiguang walked in front of him, although the pace was not large, but it was impossible to avoid, with a fluctuation that could not be observed with extraordinary power, directly into his body.

In the process, he felt an extraordinary pain.

Not from the body, but because of what he relied on—his strength, every inch of his meridians, every inch of flesh and blood, everything that contained power beyond mortals, was destroyed, and it was reduced to something no different from mortals.

For him, this is simply a collapse, it is simply worse than death!

"How is it? I think you already feel it, right? This feeling of powerlessness is not what you hate?" Lin Qiguang said to him, and then, like shaking off a piece of garbage, he shook him off at will.

And the young man, as far as possible, expressed an expression that was not hateful, but an expression of disgust, disgust, and contempt, but the more he expressed it, the more it said everything.

"Oh, I think I've figured it out, if you don't hate mortals so much, then why are you so anxious to draw a line with mortals, and even go so far as to express it in this way?" Lin Qiguang asked him.

He wanted to deny it, or shut up.

However, for Lin Qiguang, it will not work.

Lin Qiguang is a person who is destined not to be deceived.

Lin Qiguang's hand gently pinched out a hand in front of him, and after a while, he made a clear look.

"So that's the case?" Lin Qiguang finished speaking, turned his head and turned around, and was about to leave.

Lin Qiguang felt that he was probably about to figure out the facts of the matter.

You can get enough information about this one thing.

Around him, one after another, groups of undead, the undead, on the corpses of sinners, began to carnival, however, Lin Qiguang did not care about all this.

For Lin Qiguang, these are just things that he deserves, and he doesn't know how much to pay attention to, because these are the things that should have happened.

However, it is worth paying attention to the so-called famous families, their attitude towards mortals.

These are noteworthy.

Even if Lin Qiguang is so strong that he doesn't need to rely on the power of mortals, Lin Qiguang still wants to take a look at the standard of sentencing.

"Kill me!" At this time, the young man behind Lin Qiguang, who was bleeding from his breath, began to cry out to Lin Qiguang: "Kill me!"

Lin Qiguang glanced at it with disdain and contempt, as if he had looked at a mortal at the beginning, full of disdain and disgust.

"You trash, don't you have hands and feet? If you want to die, then just cut yourself, whether it's a vine man, or a stone, you're just a mortal now, in that case, then do it yourself." Lin Qiguang raised his head and looked down at him and said. "Or are you nothing and nothing without those extraordinary powers?"

"If that's the case, you're really not even as good as a mortal!"

Lin Qiguang's expression was full of contempt.

And it won't be disguised at all.

Nor will there be any interest in covering it up.

Lin Qiguang ignored the other party's obstructive eyes, stepped out, and left this area.

And he could only watch Lin Qiguang leave.

"Ahhhh

Then, collect some vines, so that once you hang them, you can quickly strangle your vertebrae, right?

But do things always go their way?

After half a day, he still couldn't throw the vine onto the tree.

It's not because I haven't gotten used to this mortal body.

It's just pure greed for life and fear of death.

"Hahaha! hahaha!" he burst out laughing like a self-defeating laugh. "Sure enough, it's exactly what he said! If I leave those powers beyond mortals, I won't even be as good as a mortal!"

He collapsed on the tree, leaning his back against the tree, laughing all the time, trembling and weeping as he laughed.

If anyone passing by sees him like this, they will probably think he is crazy, right?

However, Lin Qiguang didn't care.

Even the interest in looking back has been lost.

"I probably already understand the attitude of these people towards mortals. Lin Qiguang thought to himself. "It's not just for mortals, it's just that mortals are the most. For these cultivators who were born without human nature, whether they were mortals or their kind, they were nothing more than a group of consumables for cultivation.

It's not a life at all, it's just an object. The rest of the people are not important to themselves, they are always the only ones who are important.

It can be said that every cultivator has a lot of blood on his body!

And the second-class, that is, the people in the temple that Lin Qiguang captured just now, are all like this, they all give mortals to the original slaves. It can be said that he is a warlord and an underworld force that treats mortals as slaves and has no bottom line.

It seems that there is no one who is not damned!" Lin Qiguang thought to himself.