"Father's ......"

Yang Ji muttered to himself. ◎ Top novel, his father has been away for a long time, and Yang Ji still knows the notes he left and recognizes his handwriting. Those voices and faces have long since become blurred.

It's just that father and son are connected, and Yang Ji can still distinguish from those familiar lines and outlines.

"Buzz!"

These thoughts were only beaten away by the water in an instant, and Yang Ji's vision was blurred, and his eyes were blood-red. It seems that there are countless voices in the ears calling for kill, kill, kill!

The hatred for Mrs. Zhao and the hatred for Yang Xuanlan were all hooked up in an instant. A voice seemed to keep in his ears telling him to kill and kill, and all of them could be killed. Yang Ji's whole body trembled, and he felt that he was about to lose control of himself.

"Gotta get out of here. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

In the dark, Yang Ji flashed a thought. But he finally knew what would happen to Pingchuan City if he allowed Asura to kill and control himself.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji's face was swollen red, and he relied on the last meager control, and stepped on the ground fiercely. Like a mountain falling on the ground, where Yang Ji's feet fell, the ground buzzed and trembled, and an invisible ripple expanded.

Boom, in the loud noise, Yang Ji raised his head upward, hunting with long hair, like a harrier with a strong cyclone soaring into the sky.

Above his head, three martial honorable-level divine soldiers hung high, trembling with the fluctuating aura of the earth.

"Take it away!"

Yang Ji's sleeves rolled up, booming, and the incomparable energy swept out with a little golden light and a breath like a fiery pure yang. Bang! Yang Ji's furious and chaotic energy pulled these three martial honorable-level divine weapons, along with hundreds of high-grade weapons densely packed on the ground, roaring out.

"Boom!"

A large pile of rocks and mud fell, and Yang Ji was shielded by blood qi and burrowed headlong into a crack above his head like a blood-colored meteor. Boom scurried out of the direction of the crack towards the ground.

The fluctuations of the Demon Suppression Array have become more and more severe, and this place will soon collapse in a short time.

"Kill !——"

As soon as he got out of the ground, a roaring sound came from the direction of Pingchuan City, and the sound was as loud as thunder. Yang Ji was already struggling to restrain the violent killing machine in his heart, and was moved by the shouting and killing sound in Pingchuan City. He stumbled under his feet and almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The battle in Pingchuan City is not over yet, which is a huge temptation for Yang Ji. I didn't have time to think about it, and when I stepped on it, I ran away in panic like a lost dog.

Langya County can't stay anymore, once you come across any village, when the time comes, when you lose your mind, only those villages will be razed to the ground by yourself.

"Only outside the county......"

Yang Ji gritted his teeth. Under the onslaught of killing and bloodthirsty desires. It became difficult for him to think normally. Yang Ji faintly remembered that when he was a child in Jin'an City, he once heard those merchants who traveled south and north talk about that there were large areas of primitive mountains in the west of Langya County and the border with other counties, and there were no villages in them.

"Now I have to go there, hoping to survive this. ”

Yang Ji gritted his teeth, and with a crazy rage, he exerted his speed to the limit. Running wildly, hoping to lose my mind before I lose my mind. Leave Pingchuan City far away to avoid a killing.

"Whew!"

The wind was howling on both sides, and the world could not be seen clearly in front of him, nor could he see the mountains and rivers and white clouds, only endless blood red, as if he had been coated with a thick layer of cinnabar.

Yang Ji's ears were dizzy. Breathing was disordered, sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he was unsteady on his feet. There was a loud bang, and Yang Ji felt that he had hit a stone or a big tree, and he was smashed to pieces.

Distance. There was a faint call, as if someone was calling for himself. But Yang Ji didn't dare to look back, the fear in his heart now was even worse than when he tore up with the Great Asura.

Bang bang bang!

Stumbling all the way, Yang Ji barely remembered the direction to the west, and ran at full speed relying on an instinct. The blood seemed to be burning, and there was no digestion in the body to attract the essence blood of the Great Asura, as if a lone fierce beast was rampaging through the body, and Yang Ji was completely unable to control it.

One mile, ten miles, twenty miles...... , dozens of miles of distance swept by. Yang Ji could still remember how far he had run at first, but he didn't remember it at all later, and his head was so bad that he could only feel that he couldn't hear the voice of Pingchuan City at all.

But the killing intent in his mind did not decrease, but became more and more intense. Yang Ji felt as if there was a loud voice in his head tirelessly instigating and luring him to go back, return to Pingchuan City, and slaughter there to kill everything that could be seen.

If it is a sane state, Yang Ji will only go in and out of the left ear, and he will not take it seriously at all. But now, I don't know why, Yang Ji feels that this voice is particularly cordial and pleasant. Every sentence seems to go to your heart, let yourself be convinced by your heart, and want to do what it says willingly.

What made Yang Ji even more frightened was that this voice had been hinting that Yang Ji had gone to another, better and more important place, to the place where all the people of Pingchuan City had migrated and hidden.

That place is very hidden, but Yang Ji asked the armor soldiers in Pingchuan City.

"No, it can't be like this, it can't be like this......"

For the first time in his life, Yang Ji had a feeling of extreme trepidation. He couldn't imagine himself as a murderer, a sea of corpses and blood, slaughtering ordinary people.

That's a deep sin that shouldn't even be thought about.

Yang Ji originally thought that it would be enough for him to escape from Pingchuan City, but now it seems that he was completely wrong. Yang Ji knew that he really underestimated the power of the Great Asura.

Before being defeated, the Great Asura detonated the power of his own essence blood. These energies were in the thousands of Yang Ji's body, flowing unrestrained and unrestrained.

If the Great Asura still dominates this body, then he can naturally clean up the situation and control these energies. However, Yang Ji's strength was obviously not able to control such a huge amount of high-level energy.

Although the Great Asura had already been defeated, he had left himself with a difficult problem before he was defeated!

"What should I do?"

Yang Ji's heart was tormented, and cold sweat broke out nervously on his forehead. The killing intent became heavier and heavier, and Yang Ji felt that he was about to lose his support. Maybe at most there is a cup of tea, and he will be completely lost in a frenzy, until he finally explodes and dies.

"Click!"

The sound of a thick tree being smashed by the waist came to my ears. It seems that he has broken into a dense mountain forest by himself. Yang Ji didn't care. Click, followed by a second, third, fourth......

Yang Ji was confused and still didn't care. In such a dense mountain forest, this situation is not surprising. But after connecting more than a dozen sturdy trees. Yang Ji suddenly noticed that something was different.

When he smashed these big trees, it seemed that a part of the violent and chaotic energy in his body crashed into these trees along his body. Once it didn't feel obvious, but after a lot of times, Yang Ji obviously felt that some parts of his body were much more relaxed.

Not only that, but when I kept crashing into these sturdy trees, some of the frenzied, violent and murderous thoughts in my heart also vented out.

If it was in front, Yang Ji still didn't understand. But the whole person is tortured by endless killing thoughts, and a ** is about to drown the top of his head like a tide, when he loses his mind. This change is very noticeable.

“！！！”

Yang Ji was stunned, and a feeling like grasping a life-saving straw came to his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji let go of a part of the suppressed killing**, and the whole person rushed towards it like a cannonball.

Click, click......

The continuous sound of explosion came into the ears, and the old trees in the mountains and forests fell one after another with the sound, and the leaves were scattered and the sky was full of dust.

As these big trees fell, Yang Ji was obviously much more relaxed. The intense killing and violence in my heart finally stopped accumulating, but began to pour out and weaken little by little.

"It really works!"

Yang Ji was overjoyed. The whole thing rushed out as if it was crazy. Rushing towards the West. In order to make this strategy more useful, Yang Ji imagined these trees as opponents and individuals in his mind, imagining the mountains and forests as battlefields.

Bang!

Yang Ji waved out his palm, and an old tree that had grown hundreds of years exploded into smashes with a bang, and the crown part of the tree fell down with a clatter. Then Yang Ji threw a backhand punch again. With a bang, another big tree was smashed, and one after another, kept falling......

The raging, chaotic flesh roared through the air like a great wave. Looking down from the sky, Yang Ji was in front of him a undulating mountain. The mountains and trees are dense like halberds.

Yang Ji was like a hurricane crashing back and forth in these trees, and the sound of clattering and popping and the sound of trees falling could be heard even from dozens of miles away.

In this primeval mountain forest, Yang Ji finally stopped suppressing his **. Blocking is not as good as sparse, sparse is not as good as guidance, and blindly suppressing is not as useful as Xuanxuan**.

Yang Ji has completely forgotten about himself and time, and let himself vent that intense killing ** in these continuous mountains and forests.

It's just that even so, Yang Ji didn't forget that he wanted to run westward, those cities and villages away from Langya County. If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, as long as there is a little bit of difference, or it is wrong, if you run back to Pingchuan City at the last moment, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Only by staying far away can these scourges be eliminated.

Time passed slowly, and it felt like a long, long, long, long time had passed, as if it would never end.

Finally, a strong and incomprehensible exhaustion rose from his heart, Yang Ji's body softened, shook, and finally woke up from the nightmare of the gangsters.

The green clothes on his body were completely soaked, and the mountain wind blew, and his body was cold. And the slaughter** of the sky gradually subsided, and inside the body, countless bloodlines fused with the essence and madness of the Great Asura finally calmed down.

It's like a fierce horse, constantly ramming and jumping, but in the end it also has times when it is exhausted, exhausted, and tame. (To be continued......)