The rain was heavy, the sound of the rain was like a cannonball, and the neon signs of the hair salon on the walls were glitching, flashing and flashing, and the light shone into the alley.

In a broken cardboard box in the corner, a six- or seven-year-old child was curled up inside, and water droplets kept flowing down. His gaze is glazed, he is wearing a T-shirt with a cartoon pattern, and his bare toes are missing two small toes.

He coughed from time to time, and the constant dripping droplets of water could not extinguish the stuffiness on his face.

I had a fever.

Ten paces away from him, two figures stood in the middle of the road, and countless vehicles passed them.

Long Shaoming and a Taoist who couldn't see his face clearly.

"That's my ......"

Long Shaoming seemed to be affected by something, he didn't think about it, and he didn't have any doubts about why he appeared here.

Pointing to the child hiding in the cardboard box in the distance, it seems to introduce himself and tell the gods something.

"When I was four years old, I was abducted by the underworld who trained me to be a pickpocket. That's why I didn't break my hands and feet, and my eyes were blind. At that time, there were still many tourists from all over the world, and children were able to win their sympathy very well. ”

"Then I found an opportunity to run out, and it was the third time, the first two times I had my little toe cut off. The next day I ran to the police because I had picked up a children's book that said it was difficult to find the police. ”

The picture seemed to flow with Long Shaoming's thoughts, and in a blink of an eye, they came to a large factory building, which was full of garbage and excrement, and the eyes of people with a foul smell couldn't open it.

On either side were rows of torn quilts, as dirty as coal. It was full of children, dirty, with hair as fluffy and knotted as if it hadn't been washed in years.

The most striking thing is their state, each of them is disabled, blind and lame, and it can be seen from their twisted legs that they are not born with a disability.

Harvesting and cutting, taking the ears, eyes, and organs of the living, and cutting their limbs. Collecting refers to the collection of raw fingers for children who are still growing and developing, and folding refers to cutting with a knife and axe.

In ancient times, there were beggars in Tiger Hill who took their bears out on the street, unable to speak but able to write and recite poems. The so-called bear is actually a child they kidnapped.

The child's skin is scraped off with a knife, and then dog hair is glued to his wound, and when the wound slowly heals, the dog hair grows in the child's skin, so that the child looks like a dog.

And in modern times, it has taken on a new meaning.

Artificially disable children and send them out to beg for compassion.

At this time, Long Shaoming, who was young, was dragged in and thrown directly on the dung heap in the corner.

His nose and face were swollen, his body was covered with bruises, and there was no fear or tears in his big, round eyes, only numbness and despair.

Fever, the whole body is injured, and the whole person is like a candle in the wind.

Long Shaoming continued: "Then I was sent back by the police and sent to those people. At the time, I didn't understand, why did it become like this? Why did the police send me back? ”

His words seemed to confirm the desperate and helpless look of the child lying on the dung heap.

"Later, I found out that the book I was reading was from China, and our police were not called police officers. They won't care about our life or death, and they won't protect me. They're just going to chase me away, they're just going to get rid of me like garbage. ”

"The police patrol is only for the wealthy people's neighborhoods, not in the slums where I live. In the same way, they will not protect me, they say that I am a black family, and I obviously have family. I remember where my home was, in a small alley, in a very warm place."

The god holding the umbrella did not fluctuate in the slightest, but Long Shaoming's clenched fists, gritted his teeth, the little skin and flesh left tightened, and his thin face became extremely hideous.

The surrounding scene collapsed, and countless memories flowed rapidly, as if to show his sorrow to the gods. It's like looking back on my own life, like a life like garbage.

"Later, it seemed that because the boss of the gang died, those scum fell into a struggle for power. I took advantage of the chaos and ran out, and this time I didn't ask anyone for help. ”

"Fast food restaurants throw garbage at 12 p.m., you get money to clean your car outside the supermarket, and you get money to shine your shoes on the side of the road. You can go to Qiaodong to spend the night in spring and summer, but you have to leave in the rainy season, and it is best to find a heating pipe in autumn and winter, otherwise you will freeze to death. I know the time it takes for every junkyard to pile up new garbage, and I know the time it takes every fast food restaurant to lose! ”

"I'm like a rat in the city, living with garbage all my life. Until I came across a star, the star you gave me. ”

Long Shaoming knelt in front of the gods, his expression with a strange joy and a trace of lingering excitement.

"I'm supposed to be the chosen one, right? The person you have chosen. I'm supposed to smash this damn junkyard to the ground, kill all the kidnapping gangsters, and trample the rich people who stand tall in the mud. ”

He clasped his hands to his chest, and he felt as if his body was burning, a flame reaching his heart and spreading to his heart. He looked up at the Taoist with an umbrella, seeking the other party's approval in his eyes, confirming that he was not garbage but the chosen hero.

"I'm not trash, am I!? God."

"Please, please, I don't want to be garbage anymore, I hate my incompetence, I suffer from being an incompetent trash"

"I pray for you to give me strength. Give me the strength to get them to school and give them a bite to eat. ”

The Daoist raised his hand slightly, his figure was no longer calm, and the monstrous killing intent was surging like a tsunami, all memories were instantly washed away, and everything around him was only red.

"Kill all the injustices in the world. There is merit in the heart. ”

Fingertips tapped his forehead, and a wisp of rhyme entered his arms.

It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, it was a grief and indignation, it was endless anger.

To injustice, to the world, to all those who are enemies with it, kill and kill

The demon Li Changsheng slaughtered all the people in the world, and was innocent and careful.

——

The time outside was just a few breaths in the past, under the gaze of more than 100,000 people, tens of millions of people watching the live broadcast around the world, and the corpse that had fallen to the ground stood up straight.

Airplanes!

The incomparable murderous aura instantly swept through the sky, and countless blades seemed to rise in the void, and everyone only felt their scalps tingle and their necks cold.

The eyes of the powerful people who dwelled in the heavens were solemn, and it was the first time they had seen such a crazy murderous aura, and just a wisp of breath made their scalps tingle.

"Whose Tao rhyme is this? It's so murderous. ”

"His sword immortals have all been equal, and they are simply killing gods."

"Although the sword immortal's murderous aura wins, it is more her sword way, the sword of the sword immortal protects the world, and it is a benevolent sword. This breath is pure killing intent, as if it wants to kill all the people in the world. ”

"Could it be some Demon Venerable?"

The competition lasted for a week, and they had more or less figured out the means of this Heavenly Dao fragment and the White Lotus Holy Mother. The Heavenly Dao Fragment can give the contestants cultivation, which is essentially borrowing from the laws of the Demon Abyss or the Bodhi Realm, and then converting the absorbed beliefs into cultivation for those mortals.

The only thing they couldn't understand was how to fabricate the Dao rhyme of countless strong people, and it reached eighty percent, or even ninety percent similar. Some people speculate that it is a secret method from ancient times, but no one has been able to confirm it so far.

And Dao Yun has nothing to do with cultivation, how much power can be depends on my understanding of Dao. Some ascetics may not be their opponents, but they are crushed by the Tao alone.

This may be a bit contradictory, after all, many times it is emphasized that high-level powerhouses are fighting for the Tao, that is, supernatural powers. The deeper the understanding of the Tao, the stronger one's own strength will naturally be, but there are always exceptions.

Li Changsheng is that exception, and his Tao has nothing to do with cultivation. The first step of his cultivation is to enter the Dao, and he has invisibly stood at the level of transforming into a god, but he has not kept up in other aspects.

And the Demon Dao was the period when Li Changsheng's murderous aura was at its strongest, so strong that he was able to push the Little Five Thunder Righteous Law to a level infinitely close to supernatural powers.

is the so-called pinnacle of attack, not cultivating the method, not raising life, just to kill a word.

In a sense, only with a strong killing intent can it be the real Little Five Thunder Rectification. Since that battle, Li Changsheng has never really used the Little Five Thunder Righteous Method.

Suzaku Tianjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't detect the clue, let alone recognize that this was Li Changsheng's Dao rhyme. Because the difference is too big, the Dao Yun issued is a killing god, and the immortals in the world are a cloud.

Usually there is no wind and no waves, no mountains and rivers, lazy like clouds floating in the sky.

But I have to say that this Dao Yun's murderous aura is the first time he has seen it. This kind of murderous aura is not how much to kill, but contains the ultimate killing dao.

The original owner of this silk rhyme was very dangerous.

On the stage, Long Shaoming slowly opened his eyes, a flash of red light flashed, his pupils had completely turned red, and there was a calm and terrifying murderous aura brewing in his eyes.

It is like an ocean, calm when it is quiet, and a tsunami and landslide when it is moving.

The remaining dozen or so people noticed his anomaly and quickly collapsed, some shivering, some slumped on the ground with their weapons dropped, and some still holding unrealistic fantasies.

The game doesn't actually need to be all dead, and there is one condition to end the game, which is to gain supernatural powers. With supernatural powers, it is difficult for other mortal beings to be their opponents.

Almost every contest to determine the winner begins with the acquisition of supernatural powers, and if a person gains supernatural powers, he can basically declare his victory.

Hundreds of gambling dogs, among the more than 100,000 people in the audience, suddenly jumped up and let out an almost crazy roar.

"Long Shaoming! Long Shaoming!! ”

"them, kill them all!"

Without exception, they all bought Long Shaoming, and most of the amounts were hundreds or thousands, but even so, the odds of 3,000 times could make them a lot of money.

One of the men in the suit had a dull gaze, unable to describe his mood at the moment.

He seems to have bought more than 10,000 of this teenager.

Thundered!

Suddenly, there was a strange change, a strong man who was two meters tall and covered in tendons.

This is the one with the lowest odds in the ring, having won the heavyweight boxing title and is said to be able to punch 700 kilograms with a single punch. And he is indeed worthy of his identity, holding an iron rod I don't know how many people were stoned to death.

His body was golden, and his body swelled slightly to tear through his clothes, like a gigantic chimpanzee.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and laughed: "Heaven will not die to me, I also have supernatural powers, hahahaha!" Boy, if you want to blame it, it's your bad luck to come and be an outlaw at such a young age. ”

The next moment, the heavyweight boxing champion's body shot out and rushed towards Long Shaoming, the speed was very fast, and his huge body rushed towards it like a truck.

In just three seconds, he rushed in front of him across a hundred meters, raised the iron rod in his hand high and fell suddenly.

The boxing champion had a hideous face, and he could already see that this teenager was fried into meat sauce by himself, and he himself has soared ever since.

Whew!

A thunderclap rang out, and the thin palm caught the iron bar, and the visible air wave rushed away for hundreds of meters.

The boxing champion's face froze, and then the iron rod was slowly removed, and he saw a pair of scarlet eyes, and great fear welled up in his heart, and he fell into endless darkness.

Kneeling in front of Long Shaoming with a plop, his lower body was wet.

"Kill." Long Shaoming's chapped lips opened slightly, and a hoarse and calm voice rang out.

Immediately after that, the screaming thunder rang out, and the hearts of more than 100,000 people suddenly stopped for half a beat, only to see a red thunderbolt flickering and moving.

The speed is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch the thunder, and can only see the sharp corners that are cut in the air, so fast that it seems that time has stopped.

By the time his figure reappeared, he was already standing in the center of the ring, surrounded by flying ashes.

Quiet!

Everyone was silent, and the general audience was shocked by such power. It may seem like nothing to the monk, but it's the most powerful transcendent power that has ever appeared.

The monks were immersed in this thunder light, and the killing intent contained in it really made people's scalps tingle and shudder. This is just a hint of Taoism, how terrifying would it be if this body was there?

Long Shaoming's five senses were greatly strengthened at this time, and he could clearly see the gazes of everyone around him. There is fear, there is worship, there is envy.

It was a treatment that he had never enjoyed as a rat before, and he had dreamed of himself for countless nights. Now it has come true, but the expected joy has not come up.

His heart was like a mirror, he knew what he was going to do, and he knew what the power he was looking for from the gods.

In order for the sinners to return to the West, for the good and evil to be rewarded.

Long Shaoming's aspirations were not very ambitious, and he himself had no education. But in his simple values, those gangsters, those who stand on the top of tall buildings, those sinners are going to die.

He stumbled upon a familiar figure, the man in the suit who gave him a bite of bread to eat.

One hand is a fist, and the other hand is a palm.

This is a promise to be fulfilled, if you give me a bite to eat, I will repay it ten thousand times.

After taking care of himself, he walked out of the ring and disappeared from people's sight.

In the VIP seat, Zhao Si suddenly stood up and looked at the back below.

"How is this possible?!"

Little Five Thunder Rectification!

He actually knows how to correct the Fa with five thunders, could it be that the figure just now is Brother Yi!

Although Zhao Si himself used the castrated version, he still retained a trace of Dao rhyme, and he would never mistake the breath of Xiao Wulei Zhengfa. The thunder method used by the young man below just now was exactly the same as his own, with only a trace of rhyme.

It's not the real Little Five Thunder Fa, but even so, it's very remarkable.

Then he recalled the murderous aura just now, and had a new guess.

Li Changsheng in the Demon Dao period, only Li Changsheng in this period had such a murderous aura.

(End of chapter)