Zhuo Buqun rode the wind and swords, stepped on the hilt of the sword with one foot, and his robe fluttered in the wind, looking good...... Dashing.

The cold light of the Blue Immortal Sword flickered under his feet, and dozens of killing arrays were activated, bursting out with a terrifying killing aura, and in the cold wind and vicious canyon, the Dao Wind Blade was rolled up silently.

"If you want to devour me, as your advanced fertilizer, it depends on whether you have this ability!"

Zhuo Buqun's head was slightly tilted, standing proudly with his hands in his hands, the corners of his mouth were slightly twitched, and there was a hint of an unfathomable smile.

"Those who know the times are Junjie, nosy people will not end well, Young Master Ben promises, even if you have amazing talent and monstrous cultivation, you will not be an exception. ”

Being looked down on by others, Tang Jie was very disgusted, and when he came into contact with the contempt and spurning in Dao Zhuo's eyes, Tang Jie's murderous intent floated again.

"Humph!"

For Tang Jie's devouring of human beings, Zhuo Buqun is quite spitten, after all, he was born in a decent family, and he was instilled with righteousness and chivalry by Master Canglan since he was a child, with the purpose of killing demons and eliminating demons.

If the same human beings are in too much of a hurry to fry each other, it is already a loss of gentleman's way to fight each other, let alone gnaw their corpses and bones, what is the difference between this and a barbaric bloodthirsty beast.

However, Zhuo Buqun also understands that this is the world of cultivating immortals after all, and there is no immortality without killing. Peaceful coexistence simply cannot exist, because the monks' pursuit of strength, life, and power makes them want to fight infinitely, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve their ends.

Living in the world of cultivating immortals, no one is wrong, the dead in the Ghost King Hall are not wrong, Qin Feng who caused the blood-stained canyon is not wrong, and Tang Jie, who is crazy devouring and killing, is not wrong. There is nothing wrong with anyone and his choice, after all, everyone will have a time when they can't help themselves.

People are not saints and sages, and any evil demons and righteous knights are not dirty and clean on the surface, and the good and evil in them have their own conclusions in their hearts.

Zhuo Buqun's head tilted slightly, sighing in his heart, he had just come out of the mountain, and before he really integrated into the world of cultivating immortals, he had a sense of vicissitudes as if he had been abandoned by the gods.

Feeling the good and evil in the world, Zhuo Buqun suddenly had a desire in his heart quietly sprouted, which was the yearning for a peaceful world: "If one day, there is no killing on the mainland, people no longer chase personal strength, help each other, and a world full of harmony, will it appear in my life?"

If possible, Zhuo Buqun hopes to be able to establish a peaceful country, without killing and cultivating immortals.

"Green Sword!"

Dozens of zhang away, in the crowd gathered by the Canglan faction, Huo Ran, an old man with a long clock, stood up, staring at the sword at Zhuo Buqun's feet with fiery eyes.

The old man's gaze was a little excessive, and the ugly greed was exposed, which was very different from the kind surface.

The Qing Ying Sword is the top treasure weapon of the Canglan Sect, and it has been carved by the casting master with more than 300 spirit array diagrams, and its power is close to that of a half-step spirit weapon, with intricate patterns and charms, constantly shining with a mysterious aura.

The top-level treasures, even the Canglan faction are few, it is estimated that even a slap can be counted when you reach out, and usually only the old monsters or masters of Nirvana can wear them, and even many inner door elders only wear high-grade spirit treasures.

According to common sense, before Zhuo Buqun comprehended the Canglan Sword, the status and rights of the Canglan Sect were not enough to be given the Qingying Sword, at least even his master Tie Xiong did not have such a divine weapon.

It's also a coincidence. This sword was obtained by Zhuo Buqun by accident when he entered the forbidden land of the Canglan Sect to practice.

The sect has a rule: in the forbidden land, personal income depends on luck, and the clan is not allowed to interfere or rob.

Therefore, although the elders of the inner gate were very angry, no one dared to disobey the clan rules and fight against Zhuo Buqun.

"Murderous intent!"

In the canyon, the sharp killing intent flashed away, and Zhuo Buqun suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and looked up at the disciples of the Canglan Sect, his eyes were full of coldness.

There was murderous intent in the canyon just now, and he was a kind of being spied on, from the gathering place of the disciples of the Canglan Sect, and it seemed that someone had murderous intentions towards him.

The senior brother of the Canglan faction even had a killing intent towards him, Zhuo Buqun smiled bitterly, and his expression was extremely depressed.

"The root cause has actually been shielded by someone, who is it, it will definitely not be an illusion, could it be that there are other strong people lurking in this Xichuan Grand Canyon!"

However, that vague killing intent flashed and quickly disappeared into the void, and Zhuo Buqun's sharp gaze gradually became confused, and he lowered his head in confusion.

"The Canglan disciples listened to the order, and the Qing Ying Sword was discarded, symbolizing everything you know. It seems that the nephew is also a murderer, and the murderer is not unexpectedly this person. Go, take back the Qingying Sword, and this person dares to defile the Canglan Sword and kill my Canglan disciple, he is really bold and reckless, he should be killed!"

The old man of the Canglan faction, Long Zhong, sat upright again, his eyes secretly closed into a line, and from time to time a violent silver thunder was crossed, the corners of his mouth were slightly cracked, revealing his withered yellow teeth, and he spit out a few words casually.

The cold words of the old man Long Zhong made Zhuo Buqun close his eyes sadly, as if he had been stabbed through the heart by life.

This old man of Longzhong is named Makita, he is Zhuo Buqun's uncle, and he usually has a good relationship with his master Tiexiong, so he has a lot of connections with Zhuo Buqun, but he never thought that the other party would really be so ruthless as a killer.

Makita's ruthless words shook in Zhuo Buqun's mind, and he was heartbroken.

"Wait, it's ......"

Immediately, as if thinking of something, Zhuo Buqun suddenly opened his eyes and stared down at himself in the blood under the rocks in the canyon, and a trace of relief flashed in his expression.

In the reflection, Zhuo Buqun was ragged, dirty, unkempt, and a dirty beggar.

"It seems that the senior brothers and uncles of the Canglan faction misunderstood and didn't recognize me, which led to the soldiers' meeting. ”

Zhuo Buqun comforted himself. After all, this dignity at this time really makes it difficult to associate Brother Pianpian with Zhuo Buqun, an elite disciple of Canglan, and to this day, Zhuo Buqun still has expectations for the Canglan faction.

"Yes!"

Hearing that Makita said that Zhuo Buqun was killed, the surrounding Canglan disciples bowed down and stood with their swords in their hands, some with gloomy expressions and some with happy eyes.

"Go ahead!"

Makita waved his hand, and the six Canglan elites immediately turned around and rushed towards the stone forest in the canyon, the speed was amazing, and in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Buqun was tightly surrounded.

"I rub it, what smells, it stinks!"

"Poof, this stinky beggar hasn't taken a bath for many years, his whole body is dirty and smelly, and it seems to be mixed with the smell of blood, no wonder he has to be killed by his junior brothers, this is definitely more powerful than poisonous gas!"

As soon as they arrived at Zhuo Buqun's side, a sour smell came to their faces, and all the murderous Canglan Sect monks hurriedly stopped their pace, showed disgust on their faces, and quickly retreated a few steps back.

Zhuo Buqun was covered in dry blood, and his clothes were tattered and ragged. The handsome cheeks are also stained with this plum blossom mark. In the dimly lit prison and during the killing time of chasing and revenge on Qin Feng, Zhuo Buqun didn't have any time to tidy up his appearance at all, so that his chin was full of beards.

In short, the tattered boots, even the toes were exposed in the air, and the sour smell and vomiting of blood filled the air, which made people have to pinch their noses and force them to stay away.

Zhuo Buqun's ragged bloody robes had already been torn and almost shattered in the previous irrational killing, and his arms were exposed, revealing his smudge-filled chest, bare-chested, unkempt, such an embarrassed beggar, where could he be associated with the personable Canglan elite Zhuo Buqun?

Moreover, the regulations of the Canglan faction do not leave people, and people do not leave the sword.

Now that the Qingying Sword actually appeared at the feet of a beggar, all the Canglan Sect disciples had a sense of humiliation, they knew that the person who came was purely molesting the Canglan Sect, and wanted to pull hatred, in order to maintain the dignity of Canglan, this person must be killed and recapture the Qingying Sword.

"Senior brothers, it's me, Zhuo Buqun, you don't know me!"

Looking around at the Canglan Senior Brothers, Zhuo Buqun's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he walked forward quickly, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

These Canglan disciples are all his senior brothers, some of whom have a very good relationship, some who have a hate between them, and of course, some who have no relationship.

However, after a few days, Zhuo Buqun also misses the seniors of the Canglan faction and the brothers who have a good relationship, after all, the Canglan faction is his home.

"Phew, stinky beggar, stand still, and if you dare to take a step forward, don't blame Young Master Ben for holding hands and ruthlessly slapping you to death!"

Before Zhuo Buqun approached, the six elite disciples of the Canglan Sect pinched their noses, took a few steps back with a look of disgust, and at the same time waved the bronze ancient sword in their hands, and the surging spiritual power broke out of their bodies, constantly transforming into all kinds of strange beasts in the air, opening their teeth and dancing claws, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and the evil aura was overwhelming.

There is no way, the aura on Zhuo Buqun's body, coupled with this dignity, is really not groundless to say that he is a beggar.

"Stinky beggar, who gave you the bear-hearted leopard gall to eat, and even dared to pretend to be my Canglan elite disciple, hurry up and recruit from the truth, who are you, why do you have the sword of my junior disciple!" A Canglan disciple, with a gloomy and frightening face, took a step forward and cast a cold gaze on Zhuo Buqun.

This person's name is Xie Fengtian, and he still had some friendship with Zhuo Buqun when he was in the Canglan faction, looking at the other party's angry appearance, Zhuo Buqun's heart warmed, and he was almost moved to tears.

After all, the brothers and sisters present thought that he was dead, but they never thought that there were still people who were worried about him and were willing to stand up for him, and this alone really moved Zhuo Buqun.

"Senior Brother Mineda, I'm really Zhuo Buqun and not pretending, this scar, you won't remember it. ”

Zhuo Buqun burst into tears, turned sideways slightly, revealing a three-foot-long hideous scar behind his back,

I thought that the other party would come up to ask for warmth, but I never thought that the other party would fight each other as soon as they came.

"Yang God Judgment Army, it's not what you think, this young master is the ...... of my Ghost King Palace"

Murong Lanjiao's face was pale, her body couldn't help trembling, she was overwhelmed by the other party's powerful momentum, and she tried to straighten her sullen chest, and she was about to explain to the Yang God Judgment Army, but she was interrupted by a loud roar.

"Poison Fairy, Rose, take your life!"

Standing behind the Ghost King, staring at the slender woman with a mysterious body revealed, Qin Feng did not have the obsession and joy he imagined, but his eyes were round, and his calm face was covered with a strong killing intent.

The ghost king's cold temperament, the sandalwood on his body, and the familiar posture made Qin Feng's reason instantly covered with killing intent.

It was this figure six months ago, not only used the Soul Devouring Technique and poison to harm himself, but also assisted the Qinglong Gang to destroy his Qin family, how not to hate the deep hatred of the sea of blood.

To this day, Qin Feng still doesn't know that his father Qin Hong is not dead, and the Qin family is not destroyed, everything is just an illusion, it is his father's plan.

Now Qin Feng has only one obsession in his heart, kill!

Kill the woman in front of him, kill the woman who killed his whole family, a femme fatale with a heart of beauty.

The one-eyed eyes in Qin Feng's eyebrows twisted wildly, suddenly opened, and the simple and desolate aura was like the crazy roar of a flood that burst the embankment.

"That's it, his breath!"

Feeling the same familiar aura behind him, the ghost king's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and he hurriedly turned around, his expression was instantly dull, and an iron fist was infinitely enlarged in his eyes.

I thought I was seeing a familiar face and a gentle and elegant him. The Ghost King never thought that Qin Feng's monstrous anger was all over his face, such a strong resentment, what happened?

Rumble!

Qin Feng's anger could not be contained, and the ghost king, who was defenseless and even a little happy, had no defense, and was knocked to the ground by Qin Feng's hammer.

Feeling the pain on his cheeks, the ghost king's expression was full of confusion, there was a trace of delicate blood red hanging on the corner of his mouth, lying on the ground, staring at Qin Feng with dull eyes, it seemed a little incredible, and it seemed to be a little painful bitterness, as well as complicated vicissitudes, a feeling that time had passed, and things were wrong.

"Lord Oni!"

Li Ning and Murong Lanjiao were also frightened by the sudden scene, and they almost knelt down directly.

The ghost king, who has lived for at least a thousand years, was smashed to the ground by a stunned boy today, if this is rumored, Qin Feng is estimated to be on fire immediately.

Don't say that this Liaoyuan City and Heyuan County, even if it is Beiling, which is full of talents and strong people, I am afraid that there is no one who dares to be rough with the ghost king, let alone punch the ghost king in the cheek.

"I'm rubbing, what kind of plane!"

Yang Shen's pace paused slightly, and he was also covered in cold sweat, and he was stunned by this sudden scene, and Zhang Er was confused.

"Yang God, if you don't run at this time, I'm afraid it's too late, the anger of the Ghost King is not something that the Xuanming Sect can bear. ”

In the humanoid pit in the corner, the scarred Yin God Judgment Army stretched out his dirty palms, climbed up with difficulty, and kept coughing up blood.

The Yin God Judgment Army's fear of the Ghost King has been terrifying to the extreme. The other party just kicked him casually, and he almost sent him to see Hades, such a terrifying power is simply unheard of.

"Don't worry, don't you think there's something hidden in it, that young man dares to give the ghost king ears, it's just impatient!" Yang Shen Juan stood with his hands in his hands, the smoke around him surging wildly, and he stared at the development of the situation very curiously.

Yin God Jujun said in a hoarse voice, "There is such a strange thing in the world, this kid must be dead no matter what his background is." ”

"That's not necessarily, I bet that the Ghost King will not let him die, but will keep him, cut him with thousands of knives, peel off his veins, and then put him in the prison of the Ghost King's Palace......" Yang Shen Jujun said with disdain in his eyes.

The Yin God Judgment Army smiled gloomily and said, "Obviously, if you dare to disdain the Ghost King, or even use your hands and feet, this kid will definitely not die well." ”

Yang Shen sentenced the army and said: "Gaga, I heard that the eighteen kinds of torture in the Ghost King Palace are very bloody and cruel. This kid doesn't know how many levels he can pass, and besides, this guy's head won't really be kicked by a donkey, he dares to be so arrogant, and knock the ghost king to the ground in the hole card of the Ghost King's Palace. ”

The yang god gradually calmed down, and the anger in his heart instantly balanced. (To be continued.) )