After several days of continuous travel, day and night, I finally approached my destination.

"Xuancun ......" Zhuo Yifan was stunned, although he had only lived here for less than a month, the mountains and streams he saw in front of him were so familiar, and the extreme tranquility flowed into his bones, sketching bits and pieces of memories in his mind.

Since Zhuo Yifan came to the Blood Prison, he has been adrift in all kinds of hardships. Such a peach blossom source that is indisputable and full of human warmth makes him cherish it and give birth to a kind of hometown timidity.

Xixuan Village - the place that gave him a second life.

He thought, maybe when he was not connected to Lin Fan's fate. This feng shui treasure has long been in the dark, turning into a piece of flesh and blood in his heart that cannot be parted. This flesh and blood seems to contain all the life essence in his body, which can give him warmth and make him feel peaceful.

Looking at the direction of Xuancun, Zhuo Yifan quickened his pace, looking at this mountain and this scene, smelling the birds and insects, a qiē seemed to return to the beginning, in the heavy snow, the children were sympathetic to the elders pinching their waists and beating their legs, and the whole village was feasted at night with tears and farewell. There are also Lu Lao Village Chief, Chen Fu, and Wang Er, are they okay?

It's been more than two years since he left, and Xuancun is stronger than before?

As soon as he crossed a mountain, the golden sparrow, which had been sent out to explore the way, flew over anxiously and chattered a long way. Zhuo Yifan frowned and accelerated forward.

Getting closer and closer to Xuancun, the trace of evil qi that diffused in the air became more and more dignified. Suddenly, the face of the young man on the horse changed suddenly, and his face was as calm as a wave of stagnant water for two whole years, and finally there were surging waves at this moment. It was a terrifying slaughter in a mountain of corpses in the sea of blood. It is also a terrifying ferocity of the demon god breaking the boundary.

Zhuo Yifan sat on the horse. Looking at the three Taoists at the entrance of the village, he sighed softly, he had endured it for two years, insisted on working in the fire room and constantly painting, and only then did he accumulate a certain state of mind, and he really didn't want to be destroyed by these three bedbugs.

However, Zhuo Yifan is Zhuo Yifan after all, even if he dies and attaches himself to others, even if he regresses in cultivation and loses a qiē. No matter how much he tries to change his identity, there is only one thing that has never changed.

That is, the identity of the tenth generation of the Great Asura Demon Emperor!

He is the successor of the Shura Killing Dao. To inherit this way is to kill for eternity. ！

Before, he gave up killing the Tao and found another way, not really giving up, just for the sake of his own way, for the sake of understanding, and for the sake of cultivation. It didn't really dissipate.

Spend eternity by killing. It used to be the Tao that he didn't agree with, and he believed in the principles of heaven. Believe in fate, in the power of judgment and judgment.

However, after going through all kinds of tribulations, he realized that all kinds of things were false! The power of cause and effect and fate is too strong, and if he wants to fight against cause and effect and fate, he must use the power of this way!

Although re-admitting this old path made Zhuo Yifan resentful. However, this is a move in desperation. Because if he wants to break through this path, he can only make a decision when he first has the power to get rid of fate.

At this moment, in Zhuo Yifan's soul, the fire of Shura, which had been hidden for two years, was completely burned. His eyes suddenly flashed with a luster that he hadn't flashed for a long time, and this luster, similar to the light of the magic pupil, made people stiffen to see.

At the same time, this kind of gaze will only appear when Zhuo Yifan starts to kill!

This is the Eye of Hell, the Eye of Death, and every time it appears, it must represent death!

Of course, this time is no exception.

These three Taoists, unaware of the murderous intentions behind them, were still arrogant, and after stomping Chen Fu's arms, they threatened with their lives, and finally the child in front of them compromised and was forced to put on a seal, willing to take the initiative to leave with them.

"Boy, you live in this realm, even if you have talent, you are still too young. I don't know how vast the world is, since you have taken the initiative to follow me, I will let this waste person go. Mo Tao left Chen Fu, who was dying, and turned to the group of Xuancun people behind him, his eyes gradually cold: "Come, today, let the teacher teach you the first lesson." Teach you what is ruthless and what is ruthless. ”

At this moment, Xiao Pidan'er seemed to know what the other party was going to do, and suddenly his eyes were full of despair, and tears poured out: "No! Don't!" He struggled hard, but he was suppressed by the seal, and he couldn't move.

In the rear, Zhuo Yifan's eyes became colder and colder, as if he had become the peerless fierce talent who had disappeared into heaven and earth. At this moment, the evil qi around him seemed to be thicker, extraordinarily thick, ten times deeper than before, a hundred times!

Mo Tao shot out in an instant, the spiritual light in his body bloomed, moving the heavens and the earth, and suddenly a divine blade flew out from behind, the sword qi was in the air, as if the sky was falling apart, and the sword shadow was scattered into a mess, scattered into countless strands to attack and kill the innocent Xuancun villagers.

Zhuo Yifan took a deep look at the three of them, as if he were looking at a dead person, his spiritual power swept out, and suddenly from the spirit sword "buzzed" in mid-air, and quickly stagnated!

"Who's coming!" the three of them turned around, they had been so arrogant that they didn't notice the intense murderous intent behind them.

Everyone looked around, but saw a man in white wearing a ghost face, walking slowly.

"At that time?!" everyone in Xuancun froze.

"It's a ghost fairy!"

"The Oni-sama is back! The Oni-sama has come to save us!"

Someone said excitedly.

"It seems that you are the one behind the killing of the Wu brothers and the two elders of gold and silver. Hmph! Ghost Immortal? I still want to pretend to be an immortal, do you know what an immortal is? Today I will let you see what an immortal is!" Mo Tao was unscrupulous and shouted loudly.

His voice was as loud as thunder, shaking the valley, except for Zhuo Yifan, even his two companions covered their ears, this sound was too penetrating, and the shaking of the leaves made the spirit birds dance wildly.

Maybe he knew that this person was not easy to deal with, or maybe it was because of the Dao Yi edict, Mo Tao acted almost without scruples. He almost subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out essence blood, and landed on the spirit sword.

A spiritual light rose up, and the master's essence blood was cast on the spirit sword, producing extraordinary power, turning into a lightning ray, flying towards Zhuo Yifan.

There was an exclamation from the crowd of onlookers, this sword power can be shocking. It's just too powerful. Let the people of Xuancun have the illusion of being in death.

"Senior brother, we'll help you!" The other two also sacrificed their flying swords, and the three flying swords merged into one, forming a thousand killing sword formations, making the three swords much more powerful in terms of inherent strength!

The evil qi on all sides condensed at this moment, turning into wisps of black qi similar to chaos condensed in Zhuo Yifan's palm, and at the same time, Zhuo Yifan stepped forward gently, and the evil qi in his hand condensed into a black sword, aimed at the heart of the formation, and went away.

These evil qi all come from these three people, Zhuo Yifan is using his own way to give back to his body!

Bang!

They never expected that the formation they had worked so hard to cultivate would be broken so lightly.

"Poof!" The big array was forced, Jing Yuan was damaged, and the three of them were all spitting blood, Mo Tao was the first to come back to his senses and hurriedly flew back, but at this time, the figure of the ghost-faced man had already appeared behind the other two.

The black sword steamed up a black gas, and with a "poof" sound, four meat arms fell to the ground and were cut off.

"Ancient Demon Treasure, the divine soldiers can't help me, what can the three broken swords do to me? Strong, I have seen countless people, but those who dare to shout in front of me are already dead!" Under the ghost's face, the cold voice became more and more cold.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, the sword in his hand burst out, like a demon god poking out his claws, exuding infinite divine power and piercing through the void.

Mo Tao, who was holding a flying sword and was about to rush to kill, suddenly opened his eyes to the maximum, frightened to the extreme, and let out a long roar.

"Ahh......h

Unstoppable!(To be continued......)