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At night, the mountains stand majestically, reflecting a beautiful scenery with the stars in the sky.

The steep mountain is abrupt in front of you, like a giant approaching, suppressing the mind. The ups and downs of the peaks and peaks also reflected the turbulent waves in Fang Xing's heart. Those hundred years were like a black hole that swallowed everything, erasing all the memories he had connected to it, leaving nothing behind. His thoughts wandered for a long time, and he never had a trace of enlightenment.

It wasn't until a hint of alarm flashed in his heart—if he didn't go any further, the King of the Storm would be killed again—that a little golden light suddenly shone in the darkness, and Fang Xing turned his mind and gently put aside the hidden worries in his heart. However, he also knew that there must be a reason for this kind of emotion to appear three times, and the truth of the hundred years of imprisonment would be known to him sooner or later.

By this time, he had been standing on the top of the mountains for a moment. In the night, Fang Xing seemed to be in the dark, his breath was constricted, like catkins, floating silently with the wind.

Looking down at the night view of the mountains, the eyes are full of high mountains across the sky, and the knife is sharpened. Smiling slightly, Fang Xing turned around and fled, about to go with the breeze.

However, at that moment, a wisp of familiar breath seemed to step out of the void, and it was still thousands of miles away in the last breath, and it appeared in front of him in the next breath. Fang Xing was slightly stunned, the trace of bloody aura that was suddenly revealed was actually the blood sacrifice aura of the wrong Golden Tiger Talisman.

"No, it's not right, this is not the spirit and blood of the Golden Tiger Talisman that sacrificed to the wrong one." Fang Xing carefully identified it, and tasted the difference between the two. The newly revealed aura of blood sacrifice is more strange and violent, but it lacks that eternal deep momentum.

The spirit and blood that came from afar from the wrong golden tiger talisman was really a great aid for Fang Xing. He had received his assistance many times before, and he knew the benefits. However, between Dongping and the grassland altar, there are thousands of rivers and mountains, and ten spirits are coming, and I don't know if one can receive it all. The spirits provided by tens of thousands of healthy horses and strong sheep were consumed on the transmission path, which really made Fang Xing feel distressed.

Right now, he has borrowed his strength three times, and he has exhausted the power of animal sacrifice obtained by the wrong golden tiger talisman, and if he wants to borrow it again, he will have to use the spirit blood power obtained by those human sacrifices. On the one hand, Fang Xing was worried that his move of vigorously drawing power would allow the Xuan Ying Divine Light to escape, and on the other hand, he was disgusted with the act of sacrificing and killing his own kind, so he didn't want to use this power.

Now it was the time when drowsiness met the pillow, the dry wood met the fire, and Fang Xingzheng was worried about the interruption of foreign aid, and this breath appeared at the right time, and he was immediately moved.

After tonight's ordeal, Fang Xing has gained a lot. The innate tiger roars and is full of energy, so I don't say much. In just this half day, Wang Hu's latent potential and the tiger's ambushing potential have been manipulated by him freely, and they have changed from his heart. These two essential mysteries derived from the innate inheritance, whether it is the technique of inducing or transforming, Fang Xing has controlled it as he wants.

After the soul flew into the sky, he gradually practiced the enemy's tactics clearly, and all of them imitated Wang Hu's hunting techniques. first used Wang Hu's latent momentum to restrain his breath, hide his traces, and sneak forward; Then wait for the opportunity of the enemy to be unnoticed, and then take the momentum of the tiger ambush, turn from the static, and kill the direction; Repeatedly, who can be the enemy?

After deducing it in his heart, Fang Xing had already secretly had some confidence, confident that even if he encountered an opponent like Zhao Yang again, he would be able to retreat with his whole body, so he once again carried Wang Hu's latent momentum, his soul turned into a light cloud, and after turning around in the mountains, he rushed to the source of that strange aura.

As Fang Xing flew farther and farther away, the mountains gradually flattened, and there was already a little popularity on the ground, and the smell of blood sacrifice became stronger and stronger. After he jumped over a hilly place again, he looked back at the twilight, and a thick black smoke rose up from the sky, which was the place of blood sacrifice.

Under the cold light of the moon, a tragic scene appeared in front of his eyes. Fang Xing lowered his Dharma Body and stopped on a big tree, in a village in front of him, the tongue of fire was swallowed, the flames were soaring into the air, hundreds of grass houses were shining together, and the fireworks were soaring.

"Tucun?" Fang Xing's heart was silent.

"But what does this have to do with the breath of the blood sacrifice?" Fang Xing thought about it, and then carefully floated towards the village. Most of the houses on both sides of the road between the villages are built of grass and trees, Fang Xing traveled all the way, and in the scene he saw, the god of fire was rampant, and the red light and flames swept in all directions. Fortunately, although the smell of blood was getting heavier and heavier, he had not seen half a corpse yet, which made Fang Xing's heart feel a little better.

Approaching the center of the village, the sound of mournful screams and the strong smell of blood came to my face. Fang Xing walked forward silently as he asked himself, "Since I was reborn, how many times have I witnessed such a tragic scene?" The amount of killing in this world is truly amazing. ”

In the blink of an eye, he crossed another intersection, and saw a miserable scene, where his eyes touched, blood flowed into a small river, and charred corpses piled up like a mountain, but Fang Xing felt as if he was relieved. He had traveled thousands of miles, was on the loess altar, and had seen that cruel scene of living sacrifice. The tragic situation of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood made him disgusted, and he didn't even want to touch the spirit and blood that the person sacrificed, so he threw all the golden tiger talismans to suppress the Xuanming Divine Light.

Now, the old scene has returned, and he no longer has that feeling of vomiting, only a vague understanding that is not real. It was as if there was a faint veil between heaven and earth that shrouded everything in front of him, and even the accumulated bones in front of him seemed to be fake.

A voice rumbled in his heart, "Isn't this scene something you had already expected?" So how shocked are you? These people are nothing more than people from another world, and they have nothing to do with you. You are the one who broke the void and crossed over, and you are the one who has returned from a hundred years of dreams! Everything in front of you, like a dream bubble, you don't have to worry about it! ”

Fang Xing stopped in front of the blood light rising from the ground, his heart was solemn and depressed, and he suddenly had a sense of loss returning with the wind.

"That's it, that's it! It's none of my business, I'd better go. The source of the blood sacrifice aura was clear, and he did not want to be contaminated with this power, nor could he be indifferent, and reason made him want to leave.

Fang Xing rose with the wind in a sense of homecoming, and drifted away at this moment. However, he landed again at the moment of high flying, stirring up a whirlwind. On the side of a hut that had not yet been lit, a bunch of hay was blown away by the wind, revealing half of a man's head, resting in a puddle of blood.

This woman Fang Xing knew, she once knelt for him in the county town, kowtowed for him, and said to him: "Thank you Gongzi, Gongzi is chivalrous and righteous......"

The familiar face, the tragic death, fell into Fang Xing's heart. At that moment, the thin veil between heaven and earth seemed to be pierced through a big hole in an instant, and a large piece of sunlight sprinkled into Fang Xing's heart, scorching - all this in front of him was not an unattainable delusion, but real, real, and inescapable!

The strong wind continued to agitate, and several bundles of dry firewood flew up. A palm-sized, clay puppet, wearing a grass-woven skirt, appeared in front of Fang Xing. Then it leaked out, and there was a brittle little arm, which seemed to be dull.

Fang Xing turned his head sideways, unable to bear to look at it. The villain down there has long since lost his breath; But he still remembered that day, that innocent little face that was horrified and white; In those pure black eyes, the innocence revealed; And the grimace she made to him when she left. And at this moment, they were all dead, dead in front of him......

- The back is cold, and the heart is inflamed!

Fang Xing seemed to have returned to that day, he was at this tragic killing scene, and silently asked himself in his heart, "That day, where did the young man who was still hot in his heart go?" ”

"Where is the young man who has not yet cooled the blood in his chest?"

"Where is the fearless young man who dared to scream at the third day of the true spirit just after the real qi fetus moved? Where is it! ”

asked himself one after another, which made Fang Xing's heart tremble, "Yes! Could it be that the cultivation is high, the status is high, but the original self is gone? ”

Fang Xing looked up at the sky, and the bright moon was still hanging high in the sky.

If he hadn't seen these two corpses, he might still be as cold and detached as this moonlight, without the slightest trace of karma. But now, how can he be indifferent? How can you get out of it?

He can't leave! His heart, his will, he couldn't just drift away! No! Absolutely not......

At this moment, there was a loud and noisy sound from his side. Fang Xing looked at it coldly, and the two men with deep sunken eye sockets, high nose bridges, and protruding facial contours hooked their shoulders and walked around the corner with a look of excitement on their faces. It was the satisfaction after killing/lewdness, and Fang Xing could feel the bloody aura in that smile.

"Bastard thing in the second heaven of qi refining?" Fang Xing showed a grim smile.

The two gradually approached, Fang Xing was silent, and Wang Hu was lurking and hidden, full of murderous intentions. It wasn't until the moment they were about to bump into Shang Xing that he suddenly showed his figure.

"Die!" Fang Xing roared, and the resentment in his heart poured out.

The golden light flashed, the wind roared, and in just an instant, the two people in front of them were shocked by the innate tiger roaring energy and bled out, and in the surprise and unwillingness, their vitality was destroyed. The corpse was like two rags, swept up by the surging waves of air and thrown high.

"Scum!" There was another roar, and the innate tiger roar surged out, spraying into the air, meeting the two corpses, and then exploding with a bang—no flesh and blood, and debris everywhere. Above the sky, it seemed to rain a piece of flesh, and it fell to the ground with a piece of scrap and minced meat.

Fang Xing unreservedly urged the innate tiger roaring energy, and the two Qi Refiners of the Second Heaven of Qi Refining were just crushed into powder by him in an instant. The hatred in his heart seemed to have faded a little, but he was still unwilling, and there was still a stream of blood in his heart, surging like the water of an endless sea of blood.

"Haha, happy! The big husband should be like this! Fang Xing laughed angrily.

He no longer had any scruples, and the feeling of spiritual cleanliness suddenly dissipated. Fang Xing twitched the blood sacrifice power in the Golden Tiger Talisman without twisting.

The innate tiger roaring energy became active again, and Fang Xing secretly said silently to those unjust souls who died under the altar in his heart: "Although you are dying for people, your heart is unwilling!" But today I am persevering, and I can be regarded as avenging you! Rest in peace! ”

On the loess altar thousands of miles away, the white-fronted tiger law phase beat violently, wave after wave of spirit blood came from the distant sky, and even a burst of cold and bright light burst out above the Xuanming Divine Light, which seemed to rejoice in this decisive killing.