This is the killing of the gods, the attack is ruthless and ruthless, everyone is beheaded and died, it is not an exaggeration to call it the most ruthless executioner.

In the tent, there was no more screaming, of course, there was no more smug and cruel laughter of the evil Taoist, and under the light of the fire, there seemed to be a ghost in the tent, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Wind Weeping Soul raised the bloodless soul knife in his hand: "Good knife, they are not worthy of you to be unsheathed, wait for him, find a blacksmith, and forge a 'soul locking sign', this kind of ant does not need you to unsheath." ”

For convenience, the Wind Weeping Soul made a scabbard, which was consistent with the thickness of the iron handle and the length of the blade.

The Soul Knife flickered with a slight chill, as if it was responding to the wind weeping soul.

There are three unique ways to kill gods, one of which is the sword that kills gods, tempered by the fire of hell, soaked in the netherworld blood abyss, every knife is death, that kind of pure death is not owned by the world, but from hell; The second is the soul sign, a hidden weapon, like a knife not a knife, like a dart not a dart, sign in to the soul; The third is that no one has ever seen it, and the Wind Weeping Soul has only been cast once, called 'Killing God Hide', which is the cultivation method he obtained from ancient books, and he didn't know its name, so he gave it a name.

For the 'Killing God Hide', the Wind Weeping Soul still has some heart palpitations, as the first master of the proud God List, he was almost suffocated, suffocated to death by the soil, according to the ancient book cultivation method, the Wind Weeping Soul can walk underground, walk between the mountains and rocks, and melt into the trunk of the tree. That time, he learned about a base, this base uses human specimens, conducts genetic experiments, in order to destroy this base, he used this skill, but he didn't know that halfway through, the true qi in the dantian was exhausted, and he appeared in the soil, his body was under the pressure of Wanjun, his breathing was blocked, and he almost died.

Wind Weeping Soul's eyes shifted to the tent, a knife flashed in his eyes, the tent separated, and the people inside were exposed, the woman was trembling in the bedding, the evil Taoist was disheveled, his thin body was like a skull, his eyes fell on Wind Weeping Soul, and fear filled every inch of his skin.

"Little... Boy, I ...... I'm not an ordinary mountain bandit, I'm a ...... Jun ......"

The wind weeps soul, there is no fear of life and death, why be afraid of threats? The frightened soul in his hand was split in the air, and before the evil Taoist finished speaking, the sword qi entered the body, and the soul was scattered.

Frightened, the wind weeping soul turned around and was about to leave.

"Thank you for saving your life."

A group of bound women knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the wind weeping souls to thank them, thank them for saving their lives, and thank them for their revenge.

Wind Weeping Soul said coldly: "You don't have to kneel and thank you, I never thought of saving you, your life and death have nothing to do with me, you can survive, it means that your death time has not yet come." ”

The words are ruthless, and the people are also indifferent, after speaking, they step out, the meteor is gone, and the figure slowly blends into the night, like a ghost, without the slightest footsteps.

No matter how cold and ruthless the wind weeping soul is, the women can only be grateful to him, remember his appearance in the bottom of their hearts, and send reverent blessings in their hearts, may God bless him and live a safe life.

The woman who wanted to be violated by the evil Taoist got up from the bedding and looked at the evil Taoist priest who hated the dead with a hated face, and there was no fear in her eyes, but there was an unconcealable comfort that this evil thief was dead, and finally dead.

Dressed neatly, the woman found a filthy place, stepped on it, returned to the corpse of the evil priest, and stomped on the head, so that he could not turn over in hell and would be tormented forever.

In this world, there is such a saying: A woman's filthy feet come to the door, and the earth prisoner will not turn over in purgatory.

Then the women found a sword, broke the bonds of the women, and restored their freedom, and the women did the same as the women before them, stepping on each of their heads, expressing their resentment in their hearts, and letting them suffer eternal purgatory.

Then a group of women supported each other and went back in the direction of their home, and they wanted to go back, see their relatives for the last time, and see them off.

In the dark night, they looked so fragile, but their steps were very firm, and the trajectory of their fate changed at this moment.

In the ancient deserted village, an old woman, dressed in white and with white hair, showed compassion on her face, and sighed: "Sins are everywhere, and this world is full of holes......

Before the old woman could finish speaking, a sound of orderly footsteps approached, and the figure of the old woman dissipated silently.

When the women returned to the village, they began to collect the corpses of the village, and while collecting, they shed tears, and the suppressed low sobs spread to the ancient deserted village, like the ghosts were wailing.

"Strange, how can there be such a peculiar fate, calamity, it is difficult to escape death, but the sky is asushi, and there is no more death, why is this?"

Outside the ancient deserted village, the old woman appeared again, muttering to herself, in her deep eyes, the stars changed, and the vicissitudes of life.

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It's another starry moon rushing, this is the third day that the wind weeps soul leaves Aoki Peak, it's a rainy night, it's small at first, and then the strong wind hits, the thunder is endless, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, not like the autumn rain at all.

The wind wept and the soul was wrapped in true qi, and the autumn rain did not wet the clothes, turned the mountainside, and found a mountain wall, at the foot of the mountain there are four small wooden houses side by side, the four houses are connected, and each wooden house is separated by a wall.

There are no traces, no popularity, and some time has been wasted.

The place to settle was found, and the wind weeping soul stepped towards the cabin, and when the people arrived, the real power had arrived, pushed open the door, and went straight in. On a brief inspection, this wooden house should be a temporary residence for hunters. I found some firewood, built a bonfire, took out a piece of fine meat from the Qiankun ring, and began to grill it.

After he entered the wooden house, the rain was light, but after a while, it stopped, and the whole world became extremely quiet, only the bonfire kept sizzling, and the long tongue of fire came out against the wind.

Laughing on the bonfire, when there are nobles, they are not relatives and friends, but friends.

However, in this world, the only person who knows Uncle Li is a relative, no friends, no partners, even if someone comes, neither relatives nor friends.

Stomp ~!

A whole messy footsteps, from far and near, someone came, a person running at great speed.

After a while, a thin man fell into the open space in front of the wooden house, and met the faint light of the fire, it was a man, a wolf, not a good man, this man wanted to enter the wooden house, rest for the night, and continue on the road after dawn.

However, the wind crying soul under the firelight suddenly stopped, the bloody clothes were bright, handsome and elegant, and the turbidity was unparalleled.

The Wind Weeping Soul didn't make any moves, its eyes were still fixed on the campfire, staring at the scorching fine meat, it didn't seem to notice the person coming, and it seemed that the Wind Weeping Spirit didn't put the person in his eyes at all.

This made the people of the people worried, and they kept guessing whether this was a martial artist monk who chased and killed him, there was no fluctuation of aura, and there was a faint power of true yuan, this was a martial artist, and I didn't know the depth.

The meat is cooked, and the wind weeps and eats the barbecue unhurriedly, and Aoki Peak has no wine, otherwise he has to bring some of it, and it is really a fly in the ointment at present.

Before anyone could make any moves, there was a soft sound in the air, and a sword broke through the air.

"Sun Lipu, you're tired of hiding in Tibet for a while, right? Why don't you settle the account with my uncle, so as to save such a life? Live your life in fear every day. ”

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