The killing seemed to be rushing on the battlefield, and the scenes of cruelty and despair were staged, with a trace of blood, permeating the air, but in the heart.

Looking at the real past in the video, Li Yuchen only felt that there were inexplicable and unspeakable emotions in his heart, mixed with tension, fear, pain, nausea, and anger...... It is a series of negative aspects of an emotion that can make the mood unpleasant.

His gaze penetrated the image and fell on Tong Ming's obviously immature face in his white skin, and he had the urge to kill in his heart.

He wants to kill children, not simply killing, but torture!

He never had the mentality of wanting to die alone, but after seeing those images, he thought so and wanted to do it.

The body was oppressed by the strong momentum, but he had already thrown the big knife, held the bamboo flute, the slippery and cool touch in his hand, and gained strength from the bamboo flute that was green at all times, a force that could resist everything, as if precipitated in the years could transcend everything.

In a trance, with this power, he can do everything......

Xia Feng spread her wings and glared angrily ahead, her cold pupils reflected the image of killing, reflecting a bare pole, and the short figure behind the pole, and the colorful flames that emerged from her body burned even more fiercely.

A pole, held by the child, with the brutal killing of the past, has reached the front.

Countless resentments, even after death, are still unwilling, cursed in despair, and vow not to enter reincarnation at the cost of pulling children's lives together to fall into hell forever!

The flames rose and burned, like the wrath of the heavens, wanting to burn cause and effect, and burn everything in the world.

"Huh. Childlife grinned.

Looking at the image recorded by the rod and remembering the curse he had once had, he felt very satisfied and faintly proud.

No amount of vicious swearing is useless before absolute power, and only the cowardly and ignorant will seek the last comfort in life in the form of curses before they die.

He was disdainful of these curses, but he was able to extract joy from the painful expressions of those who issued them.

These images were recorded by the pole, and they are also his fond memories.

"That's wonderful!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

Not only are memories beautiful, but the situation in front of you is also full of desirable beauty.

When the attack falls, Xia Feng will be defeated by him, and before long, he will tame the legendary mythical beast and ride the phoenix...... Staring at Xia Feng, the joy in his heart was indescribable.

The future is infinitely better.

"Wow!"

A long, sharp cry tore through the air, and the wings vibrated and set off a fierce wind, rolling the yellow sand, mixed with bone chips, and diffusing blood...... Xia Feng galloped forward, her body burning with colorful flames swept towards the child's life, with an indomitable momentum.

It will escape, it cannot escape, not only because of the pride of belonging to the divine beast, its pride, but also because of the people around it.

It has made a vow to protect it with its life!

The burning of the color flame is not only its instinct, but also its burning life.

It is fighting with its life, guarding what it thinks is most important with its life.

In the long chirp, it touched the child's life.

The colored flame burns the image, and at this moment, it represents the heavens, burning the cause and effect of the past, and burning the remaining grievances of the deceased.

It seems to have ignited the withered yellow weeds, and it is like the sound of firecrackers in the distance, which is a little chaotic in the wind, and is muffled by a sharp long roar, and it is not clear that it is not clear, but at that time, the sound of leading the way to rebirth sends the person who left the grudge into reincarnation.

A purple long sword, with endless killing, pierced the air, pierced the remnant thoughts, the tip of the sword collided and grazed with the short rod in Tong Ming's hand, and the sound of trembling echoed in the long roar.

As the purple sword swipeed, blood overflowed the corners of her mouth, but You Qing didn't care at all, she was still facing forward, and there was determination in her bright eyes.

The mottled rust was gone, washed away by the frenzied yellow sand and bone chips, and the purple tip of the sword began to shine, with a seductive red, as if blood was oozing and dripping from the tip of the sword, which was wonderful.

The sword is killing, that is, there is a light shining, tracing the purple light that once filled the sky.

"Ahh

An angry roar sounded from Li Yuchen, and in the fierce wind filled with the smell of killing, under the continuous blowing of yellow sand and bone chips, he held the bamboo flute high.

Yellow sand and bone chips blew against his body, and on his still immature face, the muscles twitched, and it was obviously extremely ugly and hideous, but he didn't care at all, like a poplar rooted in the desert, standing on a lonely peak.

When volcanoes erupt, hot magma always bursts into the unobstructed emptiness, and great rivers burst their banks, and raging floods always wash away the unobstructed expanse.

Li Yuchen held the bamboo flute high and carried all his strength, and Tong Ming was the target he wanted to attack.

When the strength was condensed and the momentum reached its strongest, he quickly waved his arm and smashed the bamboo flute that was raised above his head, avoiding the dusty rod in Tong Ming's hand, and smashing it into the short figure behind the pole.

"Huh. Tong Ming chuckled, short but with undisguised mockery.

Xia Feng burned away the resentment on the dusty rod, and You Qing stabbed with a purple long sword, the former is the strength of the divine beast itself, and the latter is with the help of the purple sword with the extraordinary killing power, although the attack has some effect, but as long as he pays a little attention, it can't hinder him.

And Li Yuchen's attack was low, and he didn't have a sharp weapon to help, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he didn't even have the most basic defense.

He decided he didn't need to, so he did nothing.

Wind maniac, sand maniac, bone frenzy.

When the bamboo flute slammed down, Li Yuchen closed his eyes, unable to open them because he was blown away by the violent wind and sand bone chips, and he didn't have any confidence in his attack, which was purely venting.

"Stupid!" You Qing scolded softly.

The gaze shifted slightly, and she saw Li Yuchen's figure in the blurred vision, but she really didn't know how to describe it, she was really brave and stupid, and she couldn't help but worry about him.

The purple long sword kept moving forward, but it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was subject to great resistance, and every step forward was a great drain.

As if drinking and killing, the dimness of the sword body was being expelled little by little, and a bright purple light rose from the tip of the sword, gradually returning to the former divine light of the purple sword, blending with the light of the burning flames on Xia Feng's body, illuminating the dim vision.

In the yellow sand and bone chips illuminated by purple light, a piece of bamboo flute is green and warm, clear and full of cool beauty.

It is like an oasis descending from the dry desert, bringing hope to people who have been in the desert for a long time, and the green of the bamboo flute brings infinite vitality to the dry desert.

There was no resistance, there seemed to be no obstacle at all, the bamboo flute was controlled by Li Yuchen, and it was quickly smashed down and smashed on Tong Ming.

"Bang!"

A soft sound, mixed with the sound of wind, sand, bone chips, You Qing's soft scolding, the roar that did not completely disappear, and the long sharp sound that faded away...... The bamboo flute sounded at the point where the child's shoulder touched.

Like a rebound after striking a hard object, Li Yuchen's hands holding the bamboo flute vibrate, and then from his arms to his shoulders, and then up and down, vibrating towards his entire body.

"Poof!"

After roaring, his tightly closed mouth opened, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and under the purple light, stained with the yellow sand or bone chips in the flying air, the eyes that suddenly opened, the flickering light was also a little dim.

Tong Ming, who was attacked by the bamboo flute, remained motionless, seeing that nothing had happened, and Li Yuchen, who was the attacker, was not lightly injured.

"Hehe, boy, it's very good!" Tong Ming's face changed slightly, and his laughter was cold.

His shoulder was hit by the bamboo flute, hit by Li Yuchen's attack, and was beaten, and he really felt the pain, not only the physical pain, but also the soul, which caused his body and thoughts to stagnate for a short time.

Although it was only a very short moment, it was real, he could feel it, and he remembered it in that moment.

How long has it been since I had such pain?

He didn't know, and even thought that he had forgotten that there would be such a feeling as pain, but Li Yuchen's smash made him regain his feeling of pain again.

It's actually a nice feeling like pain, what a wonderful feeling, I really want to feel it again.

After the pain, he thought so.

Of course, pain is good, and it feels better to watch someone else hurt.

His smile grew colder.

As the words fell, in Sen Han's smile, the momentum of his entire person changed suddenly, and the momentum that a Saint Realm powerhouse should have fully exploded.

He stood more than half a meter in the air, but he seemed to be standing on a mountain peak that could not be seen, short in stature, but he looked extremely tall in the majestic momentum, giving people the illusion of being an ant.

The output of spiritual power increased, the rod in his hand flickered with a ghostly light, and the breath of killing seemed to cover the heavens and the earth.

The wind changed again and became wilder.

The yellow grains of sand in the sky, mixed with the debris of white bones, cut the skin of many people in the madness, stained with blood, and made the whole world of wind and sand and bone chips crimson, scattering the sweet killing of blood.

Li Yuchen's body shook again, and was dragged back and forth by the brutal force, and flew backwards under the fierce knock of the huge force, and then blood spurted out.

The killing aura skyrocketed, the purple long sword absorbed the killing, and the purple light became more prosperous, although it was not as good as the original purple light in the sky, which could cover the starlight and shine the sky, but it was also so bright that it was dazzling and impossible for people to look at directly.

But even so, You Qing still couldn't stop Tong Ming, his body was even carrying a purple sword, and he was shocked backwards, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Xia Feng kept shaking its wings, carrying the pressure, maintaining a posture of galloping forward, and the flames burning all over her body were still burning the killing contained in the air, washing away the sins.

Even if it is burning life, you can only hold on.

"Surrender to me and be my mount!" said Child's Death with a commanding tone.

Knowing the arrogance in the heart of the divine beast, knowing that he would not agree so simply, he did not leave time to think about it, and acted directly.