A figure stepped out of the collapsed house, his whole body hidden in his blood-colored robes, revealing only a pair of eyes.

When the gloomy voice sounded, it was as if a cold wind was blowing, making people feel cold all over the body.

The bloody qi around him became more and more intense with his appearance, piercing his nose and making people dizzy.

But Mo Feng ignored it at all, his eyes were dull as he looked at Brother Liu, who was bleeding like a pillar on his chest, and the whole person froze there.

The buzzing lips didn't make a sound in the end.

At the last moment of his life, perhaps in the time of "returning to the light" that ordinary people often talk about, Brother Liu tried hard to provoke the corners of his mouth at Mo Feng.

It's like trying to make a smile.

It's just that before he succeeded, his body had completely and uncontrollably planted forward, and those eyes lost their brilliance.

Mo Feng finally came back to his senses.

He rushed forward like crazy and caught Brother Liu, who was about to fall to the ground.

However, no matter how hard he tried, a large amount of blood splashed on the hole in Brother Liu's chest, and soon even his clothes were dyed red and stained through.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu! Wake up, don't scare me! ”

Mo Feng, who is no longer a child, has lost all his maturity and stability at this moment.

He exclaimed loudly, as if he wanted to wake up the weary soul.

Mo Feng stretched out his palm, trying hard to block the blood hole in Brother Liu's chest.

However, it didn't work.

Blood snaked down through the gaps in the palms, still with a slightly warm and sticky texture.

The warmth that flowed out was indescribably cold.

Mo Feng froze in place, stunned.

He had killed many people, and he had seen far more tragic deaths than this, and he should have been accustomed to this kind of thing.

Even he thought that one day he would die on the road of chivalry.

That's nothing, who in the world can not die?

To die well is to earn.

But it wasn't until this time that Mo Feng understood.

He was indeed ready to die.

and there is no fear of death.

What is there to be afraid of death?

I just closed my eyes and never opened them again.

There is no need to carry the weight of ideals, no longer to witness the devastation of the world, and no longer bear to see the ugliness of the world.

Simple, crisp, direct, and maybe a relief.

But, yes.

He never imagined that one day the people around him would walk ahead of him.

Even if this is human nature, people will always subconsciously avoid this kind of thought.

Over the years, he has been diligent in cultivating martial arts, and he has even dabbled in the immortal way, which is chivalrous and righteous, and he is also at the forefront.

If one of the three had to die, he would be the one who died the fastest.

Death is death, so why be afraid?

To live is to carry greater weight and responsibility.

"Brother Liu, you say something, you say something!"

Mo Feng's tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

At the beginning, Brother Liu picked him up when he was about to starve to death and gave him a bite to eat.

He once asked Brother Liu, why?

Brother Liu said: Because I am an ink man.

Ink man, there is no such thing as seeing death and not saving it.

He saved his life.

Later, he followed Brother Liu to eat, and he asked Brother Liu what his name was.

Brother Liu said: Why do you need a name?

But he was not happy, and after all kinds of inquiries, Brother Liu was willing to tell his surname.

In order to show his closeness, he called him "Brother Liu".

For so many years, he has long been used to it, and he has even forgotten it, and he doesn't even know what Brother Liu's real name is.

But the name Mo Feng was given to him by Brother Liu.

The two are not relatives, but they are like relatives.

Mo Feng thought about his death, but he never put the imagination of death on Brother Liu.

In his memory, it has always been Brother Liu who has taken care of him.

Therefore, before death comes, it is only right that it should be.

Anyway, it's been bothering Brother Liu for so many years, and it doesn't hurt to have one more time.

However. However.

It's hard to get your way.

When Mo Feng didn't realize it, a dodge that didn't have time was already separated by yin and yang.

Even the last words, a word of words did not have time to explain.

Only the corners of his mouth barely raised slightly, telling something.

There are no words for each other.

When Mo Feng couldn't help himself.

Wei Chuanming's eyes only stayed on the big hole in Brother Liu's chest for a moment, and then he reacted and stepped forward.

The palm hidden in the sleeve was slightly clenched, and his eyes stared at the guy wrapped in a blood-colored robe, only his eyes were exposed, and he was full of fierce energy.

"Cultivator?"

Wei Chuanming's voice was low, not shocked or angry, his long narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his gray hair fluttered in the wind, hanging behind him, like a lion about to hunt.

He had seen those cultivators of the Nether Realm.

It's just that those cultivators don't say they are upright, but they also claim to be people on the right path.

Aside from the desire for Lingzhen, there are few more branches.

Killing people is not good for cultivators, and Lingzhen is their goal.

But at this moment, right in front of him, Wei Chuanming saw with his own eyes the spirit plant watered with the blood of mortals.

Not to mention, there are also people from several villages, who have completely fallen here, turning into nourishment and nourishing the spirit plant that exudes blood.

These intruders have undoubtedly become the prey of each other.

Like those who have fallen.

"Hehe, it seems that you have some confidence, but you still know cultivators."

The man hidden under the blood-colored robe smiled, and his mouth did say the most sinister words, "However, that little guy is only in the early stage of Qi training, and he is just a lucky native." How dare you not run? I love watching untouchables struggle helplessly, hahaha. ”

Unbridled laughter echoed in the silent land, and no one responded.

Although there are many cultivators in the Nether Realm, what is it to be in the vast Source Heaven Realm?

One country, it is remarkable to gather so many dozens of cultivators, as long as they are far away from the imperial capital, it is extremely difficult to bump into each other.

And the mortal dynasty had almost no power to resist in the face of cultivators.

What's more, at this time, there are many wars and chaotic places, and there are no few countries that are falling apart, where is there any stability?

Before order is established, it is the best opportunity to do evil.

In the world of cultivating immortals, this kind of evildoer is mostly called demon cultivation.

Wei Chuanming had a calm face and did not answer.

Qi and blood run quietly in the body.

Since finding a way to untie the shackles, over the years, his qi and blood have almost completely recovered.

Only the true qi is still suppressed and cannot be revealed.

Even so, his strength can be regarded as returning to most of it, but it is not enough to return to the level of the grandmaster.

But it doesn't matter, the power of the first battle is still there.

Wei Chuanming's breathing gradually calmed down, long and distant.

Immediately, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and his body rushed straight towards the blood-robed monk like an arrow from a string!

"Needless struggle."

The blood-robed monk smiled, his palm slightly raised.

Suddenly, in the blood that meandered on the ground, countless blood-red silk threads rose up like poisonous snakes.

turned into an undodgable net and shrouded towards Wei Chuanming.

Compared with the bloody battle of martial arts, the method of immortal dao is mysterious, and it is impossible to prevent it.

There are also immortal cultivation arts to boost its power, if you really want to talk about the means, today's immortal Dao is superior to the martial arts, which is completely different.

There is no true qi to use, even if Wei Chuanming's speed is extremely fast, he still can't escape the shackles of the blood-colored net.

The moment the skin came into contact with the net, an indescribable burning sensation came to my mind.

All kinds of negative emotions rose involuntarily, and their eyes were almost covered with a layer of blood.

Wei Chuanming's whole person seems to be stuck in a quagmire, and it is not easy to exert seventy percent of his strength.

Wei Chuanming's hands clapped hard, and it did have some effect, and many silk threads began to break, after all, they were silk threads condensed by mortal blood, and they were not strong.

But this is not good news, there is still a steady stream of blood-colored threads entwined, far faster than the speed of his destruction, and it will not be too long before he can be completely drowned in this stalemate.

"If you cry again, you will die."

At this time, Wei Chuanming finally spoke.

The voice is not loud, but it is extraordinarily calm.

On the other side, Mo Feng finally gently put Brother Liu on the ground, and there was still crystal in his eyes.

However, when his gaze was on the blood-robed monk, it had already turned into outright killing intent.

"Give me death!"

Mo Feng was like an angry lion, and with a roar, he rushed straight towards the blood-robed monk.

"Indigenous."

The blood-robed monk sneered, and the blood-colored silk thread was diverted in half, and he actually used the same method to intercept Mo Feng, wanting to kill two sheep with one tiger.

The moves are not new, as long as they are easy to use.

What's more, it's just a lowly native, where do you know what kind of mystical methods.

Facing the oncoming blood-colored silk thread, Mo Feng's aura surged in front of him, like a wave lapping, and the invisible wind blade cut the blood-colored silk thread.

He has immortal dao cultivation in his body, and the immortal dao exercises are obtained from the murderers who slaughtered them.

As for the spells, although they are not subtle, they are still familiar.

At least there is no room for resistance.

His body crossed a distance of more than ten zhang at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards the blood-robed monk.

The wind blade in front of him danced wildly, and his own aura did not have the slightest reservation.

In the realm of immortal paths, he is not profound.

If you want to win, you must be as fast as possible, and you can get close to your body before your aura is exhausted.

The secret method of blood and qi worked quietly, and Mo Feng's originally not burly body was slightly raised, his chest was bulging, and his qi and blood were majestic, almost coming out of his body!

The distance between the two is rapidly pulling, thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang.

Mo Feng could already smell the thicker and gloomy bloody aura on the other party's body.

It was only at this time that the blood-robed monk finally made a move.

He reached out and gently brushed it in front of him.

A burning black flame, with a foul aura, headed towards Mo Feng's head.

Mo Feng could only roll over and dodge.

"Thorn la la~"

The black flames fell on the ground, and suddenly there was a sound of corrosion, and the ground was gradually melting, and even the bluestone could not withstand it.

"Like a mouse."

The blood-robed monk laughed strangely, and with another wave of his hand, three black flames resurfaced in front of him, shooting away, more than a step faster than before.

It's like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Huh."

Mo Feng snorted heavily, his body showed extraordinary flexibility, as if he had broken his waist on his own, and narrowly avoided the oncoming black flames.

Rao is like this, and the side of his cheeks and hair are inevitably partially scorched.

Don't be beaten!

At the moment of dodging, Mo Feng slapped the ground with both hands, really like a tiger and a leopard rushing forward, using his hands and feet at the same time, less than ten zhang away, and the breakthrough was completed in an instant.

The blood-robed monk stood less than half a foot in front of him, and the thick bloody aura almost turned into substance.

Mo Feng's anger sank into the dantian, and the qi and blood all over his body were mobilized to the extreme, and the air let out a sharp hissing sound, smashing towards the blood-robed monk.

"Knock~"

There was a muffled sound.

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking, but a dull crash.

A golden shroud of light enveloped the blood-robed monk, even if Mo Feng's fist seemed to be only half a fist away from him, it was indeed out of reach.

At such a close distance, Mo Feng could clearly see the eyes of the blood-robed monk.

There was a thick mockery and mockery in those eyes.

"Crawling like a pig and dog, just this little strength?"

The blood-robed monk scoffed, "The struggle of the natives is ridiculous and pathetic. ”

Mo Feng was silent, his fist was like the wind, but the shield that shone with golden light was impermeable to defense, even if there were occasional ripples, it was difficult to really destroy.

"Uninteresting."

Seeing that Mo Feng still didn't respond, the blood-robed monk seemed to be tired of this play.

The palm of the hand is slightly raised, and the trick is pinched at will.

A vigorous force suddenly appeared, and the air was compressed and released to the extreme, hitting the ink front.

Immediately, Mo Feng's body was lifted high, and he flew a distance of several zhang before he fell to the ground fiercely, with severe pain all over his body, and his ribs were broken a few times.

In between, there is no longer a level of power at all.

Whether it is compared to cultivation, compared to the foundation, or compared to the mastery of immortal dao techniques, the blood-robed monk is completely victorious.

This is not a fair showdown in the first place, and trying to demand fairness is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Hey!"

Just as the blood-robed monk wanted to kill the killer, a muffled cry suddenly sounded.

With Mo Feng's traction, Wei Chuanming used his body to wade through the blood-colored silk thread, and at this time, the skin was dripping with blood, with a strong pain after the burn.

"Huh?"

The blood-robed monk sighed with some surprise, the natives who were not familiar with the immortal path were able to survive the shackles of the resentment net, and their minds were not bad.

But that's the end of it.

With a wave of his hand, a black fire rushed towards Wei Chuanming, without aura to stop it for a moment, ordinary people were fierce in the flesh, no different from death.

The man broke free from the resentment net, and he didn't know how much strength he wasted, and this time the black fire came to him, and he couldn't dodge.

Suddenly, the clothes and hair on Wei Chuanming's body burned in an instant!

A heavy corrosive sensation, a stinging sensation, tearing flesh and burning the body.

The originally suppressed power gradually awakened in the absolute and unstoppable destruction.

The man who was calcined by the black flames still rushed towards the blood-robed monk.

When the soles of your feet fall to the ground, even the dust burns with it.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a cultivation in my body, otherwise it would be good to refine it into a puppet."

The blood-robed monks were all a little moved, feeling a little disappointed.

What a good material, but it's a little too rubbish.

It's like a basin with gold edges.

When he thought like this, Wei Chuanming, who was dressed in black flames, had already come to him.

From beginning to end, except for the "hey" that attracted his attention back again, no matter how strong the pain was, Wei Chuanming never said a word.

"Uninteresting."

The blood-robed monk shook his head slightly, pinched his palm, and the air in front of him was extremely compressed and released.

It's time for this game to end.

"It's time to finish."

Wei Chuanming said.

His body is full of blood and energy.

True qi is agitated, and the skin is dissolved.

I couldn't tell if it was the black fire that was calcining him, or if he was calcining the black fire on his body.

"I am. Grandmaster!"

A muffled thunderous sound erupted in the air, and the sound that had been buried for more than ten years resounded in this world again.

The Grandmaster glared angrily, and blood splattered five steps.

(End of chapter)