His waist is empty, where is the shadow of the Bodhisattva sword?

As for qi and blood cultivation...... At this time, he was still fleeing with his parents, and he had not yet met the master, so where did he get the opportunity to get in touch with the cultivators?

At this time, he was just a child, thin and timid, and his height was not even as large as the waist of the sturdy man in front of him.

A large hand grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air, as easily as if lifting a sick cat, and the feeling of suffocation quickly rushed into his brain, but he could only stare helplessly, his eyes full of despair.

A few people around him who were slashing at his father with knives also gathered, with a strange smile on their faces, as if they were a little interested in the "gadget" that the leader had caught.

Qin Ke's gaze crossed the top of the big man's head and saw his seriously injured father struggling to get up from the ground, the blood blurred the eyes of the honest farmer, and the crack on his head was mercilessly surging red, but he still picked up a big knife at his feet.

The wind howled, and the big knife fell quickly, cutting off the big man's arm.

With the sound of the strong man's bitter wail, Qin Ke and the arm fell heavily to the ground, and his father rushed up, stretched out his hand to push him further, and then waved the big knife in his hand desperately like an angry leopard.

After all, his father is just a peasant, he has never practiced martial arts, and it is impossible to have any move skills, and the blade dancing up and down is even more ridiculous, but his instinct as a father makes him burst out at this moment with a bravery that ordinary people do not have, and the big man who broke off his arm scolded and roared wildly, but the minions next to him did not dare to step forward for a while.

Qin Ke stood ten steps away from his father, his whole body trembled, snot and tears flowed into his mouth, embarrassed.

"Kill them for Lao Tzu!" the strong man lay on the ground, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The minions' faces suddenly regained a bit of ruthlessness, and finally rushed towards the almost crazy crop man.

The father smiled dismally, and did not turn his head, but met him more bravely.

Qin Ke ran again, feeling as if he had used the only strength left in his life, and the empty wasteland echoed with the excited and cruel laughter and scolding of the minions, as well as the last cry of the farmer: "Live!"

Running and running, those laughter and scolding seemed to be not far from him, but close, Qin Ke felt a burst of anger, as if something had exploded in his body, the anger burned from his abdomen to the depths of his heart, and every inch of his blood was hot.

That time he fled, far, far away, but this time, he returned to his father.

There was a bit of helplessness in his father's disgraced eyes, but he finally returned to calm, and a blood-stained hand slowly stroked Qin Ke's cheek.

"You said you, let you run quickly, why did you come back again?" the father sighed: "Okay, little bean, don't be afraid, we don't have to run away this time, and we won't have to run away again......

Qin Ke still knelt there stupidly, listening to the rampant laughter beside him, his heart was as cold as his father's palm being blown by the wind, he always felt that all this was too absurd, it should be something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong for a while.

He was back in this moment, he should have the ability to change the outcome, but why could he only watch it happen again?

After all these years, he thought he had hidden this matter deeply, and now it seems that he has been deceiving himself.

He was still the same incompetent and timid child, who didn't even have the courage to die with his parents, and he couldn't change anything.

"Big brother, what should I do with this kid?" several murderers asked, pointing at Qin Ke.

"Grab it and take it, the child's meat is tender, and it is better than his father's mother. The leader's face was fierce, and he felt the pain of the severed limb, and the blue tendons on his forehead welled up.

The men gathered around, knives in their hands, like a group of indifferent butchers.

"Is this kid scared stupid?" someone stepped forward and grabbed Qin Ke's feet, lifted Qin Ke upside down, and said with a smile: "Why is he motionless." ”

"I've been hungry for so many days, and I guess I don't have any meat, so I might as well slaughter ......it now," one muttered.

Qin Ke was in mid-air, his face was still calm, and his eyes were dim, as if he had been robbed of his soul by something.

"Let go. Qin Ke said softly.

"What?" The murderer didn't hear Qin Ke's words clearly, and leaned over his ears in a fake way.

"Let go. Qin Ke's tone became a little heavier, and it was no longer a childlike voice.

The murderer lowered his head, looked at Qin Ke and continued to smile: "Boy, if you want to blame your father, you will blame your father for being a wreck, in the next life, he will be a good child, be a nobleman, and then be a bandit, it is better than a poor people......"

Qin Ke tilted his head, quietly stared at the murderer, and said in a low voice, "You are already a dead man." ”

The murderer frowned, chuckled in his heart, and said forcefully: "Boy, what kind of bullshit are you putting out?"

"I saw with my own eyes, you became a bandit, the government captured you, and the government cut off your head with a guillotine in the market. Qin Ke's expression gradually became serious, but his voice was still light and fluttering.

The murderer was puzzled, smiled and turned his head to tease a few words with his companions, but before he could turn his head halfway, he slowly slid down from the top of his neck.

The mutation happened suddenly, and everyone couldn't react, and Qin Ke was no longer restrained by that hand, and fell heavily to the ground.

When he got up from the ground, his whole body had returned to the appearance of a handsome young man, not only did he not feel any pain all over his body, but his clothes were neat and tidy, and he was not stained with any dust.

He pointed to the big man with a broken arm behind several people, and said softly: "And you, you died earlier than all of them, and your wounds worsened after three days, and in the end it could only become the ration for several of them......

Before the words fell, the big man's body seemed to have been cut by some sharp weapon, and it was torn apart in an instant.

Seeing such a change, the murderers finally panicked, and stared at the young man in front of them who was approaching them step by step with a shocked face, and Qin Ke obviously didn't intend to leave them with any mercy, and continued to point to a person: "You joined the army later, but you escaped in the first battle, and were stopped by the prison army and beheaded......"

The person he pointed at was stunned, and ran backwards in surprise, without taking two steps, the upper body and the lower body became two, as if he didn't feel that the lower body was out of his control, the man was pulling the loess with both hands, and was still crawling hard.

Others......

Qin Ke's gaze swept faintly over a few murderers with dead faces, looked down at the Bodhisattva sword that appeared in his hand at some point, and felt the bursts of cold and piercing killing intent surging into his heart, and the qi and blood in his body gradually stirred and raged with his own breath and breath.

He didn't understand the meaning of what had just happened, and he didn't know the use of his sudden ability to predict, he just felt depressed, sad, and helpless.

Because he knew that his father and mother were still lying in a pool of blood not far away, and even if he could recover his strength earlier and rescue his father and mother earlier, the ending would not change.

The end of everything has been settled on that afternoon many years ago, and now it is nothing more than an illusory dream.

Even the tragic fate of the murderers he had just pointed out might just be a little fantasy of his.

In that case, what is the use of all this power he has now?

If you can change the past and use your illusions to cover up the guilt that has been buried in your heart for so many years, won't you be so sad?

"I know, I shouldn't have stolen those cakes, I know, I should have died in the wasteland with my father and mother......" Qin Ke looked at those frightened murderers and muttered in a low voice: "But, I didn't." ”

Then he raised his sword as if he were lifting a heavy mountain.

The sword shone like lightning.

At the same time, the golden light above the battlefield burst into bloom, and the light in the jade box that rushed straight into the sky also expanded many times in an instant, and the violent rain was irradiated by the light, and suddenly converged into countless slender streams of water, pouring into the clouds upside down.

Everyone was stunned, the golden light dispelled the dark oppressive clouds, the whole world returned to silence, the sun set, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the battlefield that should have been murderous turned into a peaceful and righteous scene.

The golden light sprinkled all over the sky, and the dragon roar looked very painful, and the black dragon, which was originally extremely powerful, kept twisting its long body, just like Luan Feng, who had nowhere to escape from the thunder and lightning attack before, he could never get rid of the pursuit of the dazzling golden light.

The black scales peeled off layer by layer under the golden light, turning into a cloud of black mist, and the dragon's tail, which had recovered slightly, not only failed to continue to grow at this time, but gushed out more ink-like "blood", and the black dragon struggled to rise to the highest point in the sky, but as if it was forcibly locked by something, it suddenly fell straight down......

When the huge body slammed into the earth, the dust that shook out was a foot high, and the smoke and dust overflowed, and it was past dozens of Jingwu soldiers in array.

Gao Chang looked at the jade box in his hand, and was also a little shocked, of course he knew what the source of this golden light was, in fact, it was precisely because of such a thing that he dared to have nothing to fear in front of the black dragon.

It was from King Ye's mausoleum, the reverse scale that the divine dragon had faded from.

It's just that in the tomb of King Ye, this reverse scale did not show any earth-shattering power except for suppressing King Ye so that he never had a corpse.

However, Gao Changgong listened to Zhuge Wanling's explanation, the reason why this situation occurred was because the divine dragon was taken away half of his mind by the heart demon, and the strength of the newly grown bloodthirsty reverse scale once exceeded the strength of this original reverse scale, and when the divine dragon died, the heart demon was suppressed by the will of the divine dragon, and the power of this bloodthirsty reverse scale also weakened a lot.

When he was in Jingwu, Zhuge Wanling really spent a lot of effort in order to collect the two pieces of reverse scales, but fortunately, the peaceful and righteous power of the dragon reverse scales regained the upper hand, so that the evil nature of the bloodthirsty reverse scales could not be a disaster to the world, otherwise with its bloodthirsty nature, it was enough to suck up the inner spiritual qi and blood of ten zhang in an instant......

The magic of mutual restraint is nothing more than this.

Now that the Divine Dragon Reverse Scale has left Jing Wu, there is no longer any need to suppress the evil nature of the bloodthirsty Reverse Scale, and the power that has bloomed is close to the return of the Divine Dragon, and it is obviously the incarnation of the Black Dragon whose strength has reached the realm of a saint, but it will also be suppressed to the point where the scales are scattered and the incarnation is gradually destroyed.

Perhaps because this black dragon was transformed by the heart demon of Shenlong's old rival in the past, the golden light emitted by the reverse scales slowly condensed into the clouds, and then poured down with a resolute and sacred momentum, and thousands of golden lights were like a real sharp weapon, hitting the black dragon's ruined body, like rolling oil and pouring snow, eroding it into countless scars.