Wang Lung's direction of walking was not chosen at random, and since he was going to kill, he didn't mind starting with the first one.

The so-called first one is the Bo Ji that Wang Lung saw when he first entered the underground world, and he instantly changed from a friendly relationship to a life-and-death enemy, and this transformation is still fresh in his memory.

Although Bo Ji and the others said that it was the will of the gods to call him a demon, he didn't mind taking the other party first, Wang Lung was not confused, this place was from the outside to the inside, the strength of the villagers gradually improved, and Wang Lung had a lot of room for him to show it on the periphery.

Choosing to start from Boji Village, Wang Lung also decided after careful consideration, one is that the peripheral strength is weak, and the danger he faces is smaller; second, there is still a yellow sheep there, and the other party can be used as rations if he slaughters the other party; third, kill some weak cultivators in the outer area and then look at the reaction of the gods, some cannon fodder-level villagers are killed or injured one or two, but after many deaths, Wang Lung does not believe in the gods and can still calm down.

Wearing only a pair of bare panties with half of his buttocks, Wang Lung was holding a war knife in his right hand, standing on the outskirts of the village, in front of him was the village group seventy kilometers away, and there were still two kilometers away, Wang Lung decided to rush out of the village as fast as possible, the cultivators in this vicinity were relatively strong, and there were many people, although they could escape from the siege, it would be difficult to do it in case there were any special means to greet them.

Run to the periphery first, and use the tactics of 'the countryside surrounding the city' to kill people This is the best way, he doesn't want to single-handedly pick up thousands of cultivators, that's a stupid behavior, Liu Neng is his godfather, he has fought a lifetime of battles, and he is very good at travelogue warfare, Wang Lung doesn't want to embarrass his old man.

Rushing to the periphery all the way will definitely be surrounded and intercepted, this is not the time to be soft-hearted, people block and kill, God blocks and kills God, no longer suffer from those birds, Lao Tzu's war knife has not licked blood. Just take the sacrificial knife of you idiots, Wang Lung made up his mind not to delay any longer, and while shouting, his body also rushed out.

As Wang Lung had expected, the villagers did not dare to enter the core area at will, if it weren't for Wang Lung's shouts that alerted them. They don't look back either.

The speed of sound transmission itself was very slow, and as soon as Wang Lung's shout reached his ears, he had already entered the tribe.

A young man with a war knife in his hand, almost bare-bottomed, walked through the village, all the villagers who found this scene were slightly stunned, but it only took a moment for them to react, it was a demon that the gods asked them to hunt down, they searched for four days and did not find it, and the other party was hiding in the core area.

"The devil is coming. Quick, he's in front of ......"

"Hold on to him, don't let him run. ”

"Demon, die quickly. ”

"Kill that demon......

Wang Lung's speed was so fast, he was about to escape from the village when the villagers reacted, and the shouts behind him came and went, and he directly turned a deaf ear, without the villagers forming an encirclement. Wang Lung walked between the houses like a loach, occasionally standing in the way of the road with a small eye. He either dodged or directly stabbed the opponent, although the speed was slightly slow, but his body did not stop.

Don't look back, don't blink, don't frown, and use your skillful martial arts skills and physical flexibility. Wang Lung directly killed a way.

The villagers who didn't have any moves to speak of, although their cultivation was stronger than Wang Long, but in front of him was a trick, this was the first time he took the initiative to kill, and he didn't see the blood red sky. There is no fear after killing, for Wang Lung, it seems to be a matter of course.

This is a world where he either kills people or is killed, as the number of knives increases, the number of people killed by Wang Lung gradually increases, he is not nervous, but has a trace of pleasure, the only doubt is that there is no blood stains on the sword.

Speed, Wang Lung is not much worse than ordinary cultivators, although he has not yet comprehended any kind of rules, but he has already entered the comprehension period with one foot, in the early stage of qi refining, his speed can be comparable to that of a mid-stage foundation building cultivator, not to mention that his cultivation has improved a lot, although he has not done a test, but he believes that it should not be worse than a late stage of foundation building.

When killing, the speed will be somewhat hindered, but this effect is very small, Wang Lung listened to the smaller and smaller curses behind him, he knew that he had rushed out, and the speed continued to move forward.

Ten steps to kill a person for a thousand miles without staying, what kind of momentum is this, Wang Lung understood the meaning of this sentence, but he never thought that he would be able to do it one day, although he ran all the way, but the number of cultivators who died in his hands was already innumerable.

Wang Long knew that he could kill so many cultivators, not because he was so powerful, but because this place was full of weirdness, whether it was a cultivator in that cultivation system, he would have his own means, the cultivator used spells to make long-range attacks, and the physical flexibility and speed requirements were very high; the body cultivator was physically strong, and the strength of the melee attack was very high; the soul cultivator was stronger than the same level, and a careless soul would be controlled by it; the cultivator's attack was weird, and he could kill people with just his eyes, and the spiritual attack stabbed the soul and divine sense, and there were few enemies who could live under the hands of the cultivator。

Wang Lung traveled all the way, and the cultivators he killed were all cultivators and self-cultivators, but the other party did not have the corresponding ability, and the cultivators had no means of spell attack, and fought with him in close quarters with weapons;

A cultivator who does not have the corresponding ability, just like an ordinary soldier, a weapon made of ore cannot cause damage to Wang Long at all, and if it is replaced by a machine gun, Wang Long may be a little more afraid.

Perhaps Wang Lung could still be excited at the beginning, but now he feels bored, uninterested, and without the excitement of battle, the killed cannot resist his simple blow, just like a lamb to the slaughter, and he doesn't care if he kills too much.

A hint of sneer made the corners of Wang Lung's mouth turn up, in front of him was the village of Boji, he spent the first night in Boji's room in the underworld, and the scenes of what had happened appeared in Wang Lung's mind, the first time he asked questions in three languages, the first time he saw strange buildings, the first time he was treated as an imposter god, and the first time he was called a demon.

In fact, from the time he first entered the Underground World Realm, the gods here had already discovered his existence, and Wang Lung knew that the so-called gods had been watching him all along, and it was the other party who pushed him to the opposite side, no matter what the reason was, if he was against him, there would be no good fruit to eat.

"In the underground world, there are nearly 100 villages. Thousands of cultivators, is this all your people? When I kill them all, you are a light commander, a god? I think you are just a coward. Wang Lung glanced back behind him, where the temple was located, and his eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm.

Retract your gaze. Wang Lung raised his legs and walked forward, he walked very slowly, like ordinary people, the distance of five hundred meters was for him to step on the soul path for the enemy.

"Perhaps it is time for you to pray, Pozi, that your gods will have mercy on you, and rest assured, I will save you to the back of the day, so that you can finish your prayers. Wang Lung shouted loudly as he walked.

Five hundred meters away. Wang Lung believed that Bo Ji and the others must have discovered him, a small village with a population of more than a dozen people, and his purpose here was simple, to slaughter the place of his initial anger, and to gather a little food by the way, and if he could find a fire, he would not mind roasting a few lamb skewers to taste.

Not long after Wang Lung finished shouting, Bo Ji led the crowd to meet him. The weapons in their hands have been revealed, and they are ready to slash the Demon King Dragon here. Complete the task given to them by the gods, and Bozi turns a deaf ear to the demon's provocative words.

"You demon has insulted the gods, and you will be punished. Bozi roared angrily at Wang Lung.

"Hmph, Celestial, he's a coward, and only you idiots take him for a god. He doesn't even like shit in my eyes, and he dirties my shoes when he steps on it. Wang Lung retorted contemptuously.

"Die!" said the angry Bo Ji raised his weapon and beckoned everyone to attack Wang Lung.

The first to enter Wang Lung's sight were still the two rattlesnakes, Wang Lung did not dodge or dodge, and let the other party wrap directly around his neck, which was still the same as before. Just when the other party's fangs were about to make intimate contact with his skin, Wang Lung stretched out his left hand and pinched the two snake heads.

In Wang Lung's hands, the two rattlesnake opened their mouths and closed directly, and two clicks sounded in succession, which was the sound of the snake's head bones shattering, and with a slight tug, the two poisonous snakes wrapped around their necks were straightened by Wang Lung.

Instead of throwing the other party out of the way like last time, Wang Lung turned his left arm and used their bodies to whip the villagers who rushed up while twisting the two rattlesnakes into twists.

The left hand kept moving, the rattlesnake in his hand was not killed by him, and the jawbone was pinched and exploded, but the other party fainted directly, Wang Lung also wanted to leave them to boil a snake soup to try it, he had killed a lot of snakes, but he had not tried to peel the rattlesnake alive.

Raising his leg and kicking Bo Ji who was close to him, the war knife in his hand kept waving, changing various directions under his feet, a cultivator of this strength could not hurt Wang Long at all, when the slaughter turned into a performance, I don't know how many people could appreciate it.

More than a dozen villagers, in front of Wang Lung's strong strength, were slaughtered in minutes, Wang Lung did not kill them cleanly, but left four, two snakes in his left hand, a yellow sheep and Boji who was kicked away.

When killing, Wang Lung never looked down at the tragic situation of the enemy when he died, he would feel unappetizing at a glance, his body kept moving forward, and he left more than a dozen corpses behind him, all of the human beings were killed with a knife, only the sand lizard was directly trampled to death by Wang Lung.

Holding two rattlesnakes in his hands, and stepping on the struggling yellow sheep under his feet, Wang Lung looked sarcastically at Bo Ji who ran towards him, the strength of that kick was not well mastered, Bo Ji was kicked by him for more than 300 meters, fortunately he was not directly kicked to death or fainted, otherwise Bo Ji would not be able to enjoy Wang Long's performance of massacring the villagers.

Although the performance time is very short, all the scenes Bo Ji did not fall at all, except for Bo Ji, Wang Long knew that there was another person peeking, that is, the god who was made a coward by him.

"I said that you should pray, pray to your gods, and ask him to have mercy on you, but if you don't listen, then I will help you do it. Wang Lung looked at Bo Ji and said word by word.

The death of the villagers was unseen to Bozi, his eyes were full of anger, killing Wang Lung was his only wish, and he simply ignored what Wang Lung said.

"Ah......h

Boji waved the weapon in his hand, screamed, and stabbed Wang Lung in the chest.

Without any dodging action, Wang Lung stood in place and did not move, even the yellow sheep struggling under his feet failed to make his body move at all, and did not make a defense, the war knife hung down, and the stone staff pierced Wang Lung's chest shattered instantly.

The shattered stone staff fell to the ground little by little along Wang Lung's body, stabbing forward, and Bozi fell to Wang Long due to inertia.

A cultivator without spells was no different from ordinary people in Wang Long's eyes, the staff made of stone could not pierce his skin at all, and the shattering of the stone staff was only caused by Bo Ji's excessive force.

How big is Bo Ji's strength, Wang Lung knows very well, the last time he was kicked by the other party without being guarded was purely accidental, Bo Ji attacked his chest with a stone staff, Wang Lung just stood on the spot, at the moment when the stone staff was about to touch his chest, his upper body only leaned forward two or three centimeters, this action can ensure that he will not be attacked by Bo Ji and the body retreats, and it can also break if the stone staff can't withstand the force on both sides.

When Bo Ji's body rushed forward due to inertia, the war knife in his hand suddenly slipped from Wang Lung's right hand, and the free right hand directly pinched Bo Ji's neck, and with a slight twist of the wrist, Bo Ji's head was broken by Wang Long.

The cracking sound of the neck and spine sounded, and the moment Wang Lung's right hand left Boji's body, he found that Boji was not dead, and after a sneer, Wang Lung picked up his right arm and slapped Boji hard.

Once again, he didn't control his strength, and Bozi's head spun around his neck more than ten times before rolling to the ground. (To be continued......)