As the night fell, Chu Tian and a few people quietly bypassed a meadow full of caves, and from time to time there were furry heads in the caves, and six eyes with green light on the furry heads looked around, seeing that no prey appeared, and curled up back into the hole, and the lawn on the side was covered with the hole, wrapping a layer of camouflage on the predators under the hole.

The things in these burrows are a kind of social spirit beast, a steppe spider the size of half an adult.

Chu Tian and the others finally bypassed these difficult grassland spiders, and before a few people walked for a while, they came to a place where the fire was bright.

This is a village inhabited by humans, and one moment there may be people snoring and falling asleep at home, and the next moment they are pulled out of the door by unknown monsters, and swallowed by monsters in helpless and terrible screams. Perhaps it was in the struggle to knock over the candle flame in the house, and the fire went down the wooden house one by one and set fire to all the houses in the village, igniting the village in the flickering light of the fire, and blooming the beauty of the village's last, destruction.

Chu Tian and the others looked at the fire-lit village in front of them and were silent, a few people had been walking all the way from Wood Spirit City for dozens of days, and they had witnessed too many fights and battles along the way, and the disagreement between the monks could be life and death, and in this world of the strong, the mortals who did not cultivate seemed to be in the same class except for the children who were qualified to cultivate for the monks.

The strong can bully the weak wantonly, maybe in the eyes of those who are in charge, the life lost in this village is far less important than a spirit stone, who cares about these mustard lives in their eyes, even if these people are eaten by spirit beasts in front of them, it is just to add a little laughing stock to them.

This is the reason why the world of cultivation is so chaotic and has no order? This is why it is ridiculous that the powerful people of the other world invade and fight on their own? This is also the reason why ordinary human beings are allowed to be slaughtered? It turns out that the so-called monks are the so-called people who are high up, have nothing to do with themselves, and are indifferent to a group of powerful people.

Looking at the flames in front of him, and the flames that burst out from time to time, Chu Tian only felt uncomfortable in his heart, hating why he couldn't stop it and change this.

The fluttering sparks shone on the faces of several people, and several of them had heavy faces, "Maybe when our strength is strong enough to cover the sky and control everything, we will have the ability to change these!" Chu Tian muttered to himself.

Although the storage bag on his waist was enriched a lot along the way, Chu Tian's heart did not feel the slightest happiness because of the enrichment of the storage bag, but was a little inexplicably sad, for these irrelevant people.

An aura of compassion came out of Chu Tian's body, Chu Tian thought that he was not a good person, and he had killed many people along the way, but Chu Tian could think that he had a clear conscience, and he killed all the people who could be killed along the way.

There are monks who rob the Dao, evil cultivators who kill others for no reason just to practice a ghost flag, and ordinary people who take advantage of the chaos to rob and rape others are all people who Chu Tian thinks can be killed.

In Chu Tian's eyes, every life is worth cherishing, except for those who threaten himself and his friends, except for those who threaten himself and his friends, in addition to this, Chu Tian is still a kind otaku in his bones.

When Chu Tian looked at the firelight and was secretly sentimental, he was far away in a canyon that was thousands of miles away, the thunderclouds above the canyon were dense, and the endless purple-blue divine thunder was vented in a purple divine sword, and the purple-blue snake-like thunder and lightning were wrapped around the purple divine sword, and occasionally rushed out of the thundercloud-covered area under the occasional fluctuations, hitting a piece of blood-red twilight, and the blood-red twilight was only a flash of brilliance on the surface, and there was no movement.

And such a light curtain enveloped the entire canyon, and under the purple divine sword, in the blood lake completely condensed by blood, from time to time there were arm-thick blood-colored chains stretched out, and before the purple divine sword was entwined, it was shattered in mid-air by the purple-blue divine thunder.

The blood water in the blood lake did not decrease in the slightest because the chains were broken, and many blood-colored bubbles bubbled up under the blood lake, and blood continued to emerge from the dark caves at the bottom of the lake, replenishing the amount of blood in the blood lake.

There are two groups of people standing clearly on the edge of this blood lake, one wave is composed of all dressed in white costumes, the number of hundreds of people, is in the void and land and other places that can be used to arrange a mysterious forbidden array, occasionally the white light shocks, it means that a formation is arranged, when the light dims until there is none, the formation is hidden under the convergence of the light. And the number of men in black on the other side of the blood lake is about the same as the number of people in white, and they are doing the same thing as the men in white.

The Divine Sword bathed in the Heavenly Thunder seemed to feel something, and the sword body trembled suddenly, and at the same time, the Wind Divine Sword in Chutian's storage bag moved with feeling, and also trembled, as if it was responding to something.

Immediately, a picture was fed back into Chu Tian's mind, a purple divine sword sword body moved, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder hit the blood lake under the divine sword under the hook of the purple divine sword, the blood lake was like boiling boiling water surging violently, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that entered the blood lake was like a dragon tumbling in the blood lake, and before Chu Tian could savor and study what was going on, the picture stopped as soon as it was cut, and a long-lost tiredness hit Chu Tian wave after wave like a non-stop tide.

Chu Tian only felt that the sleepiness in his eyes was unstoppable, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he still tried his best to squeeze it to the extreme, Chu Tian's eyes were dark and he lost consciousness, and he fell into the flames in front of him, or Master Jin's eyes were quick and pulled Chu Tian back, but the green robe on Chu Tian's body seemed to be missing another one.

When Chu Tian opened his eyes again, three days had passed, when Chu Tian opened his eyes slightly, his head moved slightly, and a fragrant wind wrapped in a beautiful voice went straight to Chu Tian's body, stuffing Chu Tian's head into the crisp chest, Chu Tian's head was surrounded by this crisp chest, I only felt that the waves were turbulent, the murder weapon attacked people, and my heart was secretly refreshing, it was really happy. The stinging pain in his head was much better, and his brain swayed with a pair of jade rabbits on Feng Ling'er's chest.

As if realizing that there was something strange on his chest, Feng Ling'er ripped off the head that was close to his chest, looking at Chu Tian with a wicked smile on his face, swallowing saliva and feeling like someone who had something to do, he was ashamed, Feng Ling'er covered his red pretty face and wanted to run.

"Oops, I'm going to faint. Chu Tian shouted, and then made a movement that his body was weak and about to fall to the ground.

Although she knew that Chu Tian was obviously pretending, Feng Ling'er was reluctant to leave, she turned around and let Chu Tian lean on her shoulder, supported Chu Tian with one hand, glanced at Chu Tian timidly with her beautiful eyes, lowered her head again, and played with a corner of her clothes with a small hand at a loss.