"Do ghosts cry too?" Ling Feng saw the drop of black liquid that Han Xiao shed, he could feel the endless grief contained in that drop of black liquid, it must be the ghost's tears, a ghost thing with feelings, wisdom, and crying.

"What's the difference between this and people. Ling Feng felt a trace of compassion, but soon remembered the cruel picture of this ghost thing killing the immortal cultivator, and a strong killing intent pressed that trace of compassion to the bottom of the sea for 100,000 miles.

"Ghosts are ghosts, and even if they resemble humans, they can't change their cruel and murderous nature. ”

Ling Feng said, with a flick of his sleeve, the long sword stabbed in Suni's body roared and flew back into his hand, "Ghost, you are famous, although you will die under my sword today, but you still have a trace of humanity, I will set up a tombstone for you." ”

His words brought Han Xiao back to reality from the blank illusion, and his eyes changed from water to black.

Gently put down Suni's corpse and looked at Ling Feng with a fierce gaze, "Human nature?"

Han Xiao smiled, "What is human nature? Killing those weak people to increase one's own cultivation? Forcing a ghost who has no murderous intent to kill someone? Or, when you can't beat a ghost, you kneel on the ground and beg for your life?"

The more Han Xiao said that the hatred was deeper, the louder his voice became, and the sound with his hatred rushed straight out of the nine nights.

Ling Feng was furious when he heard this, "If you don't know what is good or bad, I want you to be wiped out here today." ”

As he spoke, he pinched the trick with both hands and pointed at Han Xiao, and suddenly the thunder tiger in Han Xiao's body became even more crazy, running wild in Han Xiao's body, and at the same time, a thunder light penetrated Han Xiao's body, and the thunder light that was revealed was half a zhang long, which shocked the monks present all praised Ling Feng's methods.

"Ah, this is too powerful, the thunder is about to up, if this ghost thing is not dead, from now on Lao Tzu will squat and pee. A male disciple of the Spirit Yin Sect muttered in a low voice.

Although his voice was small, it was still heard by the disciples of the Blue Lotus Sect on the side, Yao Xue frowned, and asked the man, "This senior brother, what is your name?"

When the disciple of the Lingyin Sect heard this, he looked at Yao Xue, and when he saw Yao Xue's beautiful face, he couldn't help but feel a flutter, and said in his heart that this little junior sister of the Blue Lotus Sect had taken a fancy to Lao Tzu? Otherwise, she wouldn't ask so many people's names, but only asked Lao Tzu.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like this, and the joy in my heart couldn't help but float to my face, and I winked at Yao Xue, "Little junior sister, remember, senior brother, my name is Fang Ze." ”

Yaoxue nodded, "Fang Ze, I remember, if that ghost thing doesn't die, remember your oath today, otherwise, I will kill you at the ends of the earth." ”

Her tone was very light, but the cold coldness made everyone who heard his voice feel a chill in their hearts.

The person who was still envious of Fang Zeyan's blessings just now turned to schadenfreude.

Fang Ze was ashamed and annoyed, and couldn't help but say angrily: "You little junior sister is so unreasonable, don't you have anything to do with that powerful ghost." ”

Before the words fell, he felt a cold wind blowing above his head, and the wind was like a sharp knife, which actually cut off his hairpin, and suddenly the broken hair on his head danced with the wind, and everyone was stunned.

Fang Ze was even more embarrassed, but he knew that these women from the Blue Lotus Sect were not easy to mess with, so he had to look at Ye Hong on the side, "Deacon Ye, I only said two words about that powerful ghost, this little junior sister is so ruthless that she cut off my head, you have to be the master for me!"

Ye Hong was also angry and angry, so angry that it was not the women of the Qinglian Sect, and this was this Fang Ze, secretly said in his heart, why don't you fucking mess with these ice slags, I don't know that these girls are cold and prickly, and if something happens, Lao Tzu will have to carry it.

Although he thought so in his heart, he still had to find the field back, and he said to Tang Hua with a straight face: "Senior Sister Tang, you have to give me an explanation for this matter." ”

Tang Hua looked at Yaoxue, who was as quiet as a cold pool, then looked at the gloomy Ye Hong, and then looked at Han Xiao, her brows furrowed slightly, Yaoxue can be said to have grown up watching her, and she began to practice the secret technique of Bing Xin's vein Bing Yu Hanjin since she was seven years old.

Once the earthly desires are moved, the dantian will be broken, and the spiritual power in the body will not be able to be guided by the rupture of the dantian, and the spiritual power in the body will not be able to be guided by the broken dantian, and the meridians will be broken alive and die in pain.

It is precisely because of the special nature of this ice jade cold power that nine out of ten cultivators are either dead or disabled, and the two thousand years of the Qinglian Sect have cultivated only a few dozen people who have cultivated this magical power, and although Yaoxue has not achieved the magical power, she has reached the foundation building realm, which is an unprecedented situation, and she is the disciple of this generation of disciples who is most likely to cultivate the ice jade cold power.

Such a person will be valued in any sect, so Tang Hua can't control her at all, and he doesn't want to offend her.

Therefore, Tang Hua's mind was not on Ye Hong's body, for him, Ye Hong was just a clown who jumped off the beam, and if he offended, he would be offended, and it was insignificant.

Her gaze fell on that ghost thing, this ghost thing looked ugly and gloomy, no matter how you looked at it, it made people feel disgusted, but the closed disciple of Shizun, her little junior sister was actually angry about this ghost thing, although Yao Xue suppressed her anger to the extreme, but how could Tang Hua, who was also in the same vein as Bingxin, not see it.

It's just that she doesn't understand that after Yaoxue was brought back to the mountain by her master because of her talent when she was seven years old, she has never gone down the mountain for twelve years, and she must have never seen this ghost, so why would she be angry about this ghost?

Ye Hong waited for a while, but didn't see Tang Hua answer, and couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed, at this moment, Tang Hua suddenly spoke, "I don't interfere in the affairs of your Lingyin Sect and my little junior sister, if you want to teach my little junior sister, just take action." ”

The disciples of the Spirit Yin Sect were all in an uproar when they heard this, you must know that although they didn't know Yao Xue's identity, Yao Xue's magic power to cut off Fang Ze's hair with sword qi without anyone noticing the fluctuation of spiritual power was not something that a monk in the Qi Condensation Realm could do, how could they be her opponents, this Qinglian Sect was too domineering.

All the disciples of the Spirit Yin Sect looked at Ye Hong and asked him to come up with an idea.

Ye Hong didn't have any way, the gaze of the Lingyin Sect disciple falling on him was like a knife, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Just when he was embarrassed, he suddenly heard a roar from the fierce ghost not far away, the sound was so loud that even the earth trembled, and he was frightened in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Han Xiao twice, and then looked at others, and saw that other people also looked at Han Xiao, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Xiao was depressed and hated because of Suni's death, and raised his head and let out a long howl towards the sky, the whistling carried endless sorrow, and the sorrow turned into hatred, hating the sky and hating the strong who bullied the weak.

Lei Hu also heard the sound of a long howl, and became more and more ferocious.

However, no matter how domineering and ferocious Lei Hu was, how devastating and torturous he was, Han Xiao couldn't feel a little fear and pain, because his heart, his body, and everything he had were all occupied by endless hatred, and that hatred was like a rampant virus breeding and spreading.

In the blink of an eye, the resentful breath that was immersed in it felt the hatred that could not be contained even if the sky collapsed, and he couldn't help but scream excitedly, making a sizzling sound, and soon formed more than a dozen rich black clouds in mid-air.

Suddenly, there was an explosion sound between the black clouds, and then several black lightning bolts fell to the ground, knocking the bluestone slabs on the ground into powder.

"Black black, black thunder, this, how is this possible, what the hell am I going to fuck?" an immortal cultivator was so shocked that he couldn't even figure out what he had said.

"I've picked it up, Black Thunder, this, is this going against the sky?" another immortal cultivator grabbed the fellow door beside him and said in horror.

"Black Thunder, something that is against the sky, this kind of thing that violates the laws of the Heavenly Dao, should completely erase him from this world. Ling Feng flicked his sleeves, and the murderous intent in his eyes was to the extreme.

Just when everyone was shocked, the black clouds in the sky began to rain, but the color of the rain was dark and gray, and they could clearly feel the death intention contained in the rain, with a hint of sadness.

The rain that contains the will of death drips on the person's body, quickly corrodes the person's clothes, penetrates into the flesh, and soon a burning smell comes out of the body, and then soaks directly into the person's bone marrow, absorbing the person's vitality.

All the immortal cultivators changed color in shock, and the spiritual power in their bodies was activated, blowing a strong wind, splashing the falling rain towards Han Xiao.

Suddenly, all the rain poured into Han Xiao from all directions, soaking Han Xiao's body.

For the living, the rain with the will of death continues to eat away at the flesh and bones, and there is a danger of being robbed of life. But falling on Han Xiao, a powerful ghost who was originally made of death will, is tantamount to soaking in the holy spring.

Under the moisture of the rain full of death intent, Han Xiao's white body began to condense into black, and the black became thicker and thicker, more and more solidified, just like the magic rock under the Nine Shadows, exuding a more intense death intent, as if he had comprehended a more profound death intent creation.

"If there is an obsession, death is both life and death, and there are ten thousand laws, but the obsession is even more!" Under the washing of the rain, Han Xiao's body not only became condensed, but his soul power was also more vigorous, and his comprehension of the intention of death was also thorough.

The thunder tiger in Han Xiao's body also felt the changes in Han Xiao, and under that monstrous hatred, he couldn't help but feel fear, and a trace of thunder light quietly transformed into the qi of black death, turning into a part of Han Xiao's body.

Step by step, a moment of cowardice and lifelong fear, the thunder tiger's fear quickly spread throughout its body, his fear attracted more resentment in Han Xiao's body, and the resentment of death was like a landslide and tsunami towards the thunder tiger, and in an instant, the thunder tiger that had just been invincible was crushed into powder.

The thunder light that exploded outside Han Xiao's body also turned black at the moment of Lei Hu's death, and quickly converged into Han Xiao's body.

Suddenly, a cold aura flowed in Han Xiao's body, making him feel several times stronger.

The crow's body also became solid under the baptism of the black rain, and the seal in his body was unexpectedly opened, which surprised the crow.

"Ah, it's so comfortable. ”

When the clouds and rain dispersed, Han Xiao's body was several times more condensed than when he was at his peak, his gloomy eyes became more and more gloomy, his hideous face was even more hideous, and the resentful power in his body transformed by monstrous hatred was released by him undisguisedly.

The intent to die was so strong that even if Han Xiao didn't make any substantive moves, it made those monks under the foundation seem to have entered the ice cellar, and they couldn't stop trembling.

Han Xiao saw the shocked or frightened expressions of those immortal cultivators, his heart was full of disdain, and his eyes looked at Ling Feng, it was this person who killed Suni.

Who's at fault with all this?

Am I filial piety?

But what's wrong with me?

Is it my fault that I die and am not willing to turn into a ghost?

It's wrong that those immortal cultivators want to kill me, and I beg for mercy and can't kill them?

It's wrong that I shouldn't have killed Wang Han, the murderer who slaughtered my village, and shouldn't have resisted in front of these immortals?

"I'm not wrong!" Han Xiao said coldly, and at the same time, his gaze like a yellow spring under the Nine Shadows looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was looked at by his gaze, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, this powerful ghost in front of him was too difficult to kill, the more he killed, the stronger he became, if this continued, the ghost in front of him was not killed by him, but he would die under this powerful ghost.

However, his pride did not allow him to let other monks help him, but he still had one last killer trick to do.

In order to be able to kill the ghost in front of him, and to save the creatures of the North Mountain lineage from being harmed by the ghost, he decided to kill this ghost with his own strength.