What can he do?

He could only kill all the monks, and then tell himself that sure enough, he would not be able to live well in this world.

Demon cultivation's entry was relatively rapid in the early stage, without any mentoring background, he condensed into a golden pill at the age of thirty, and because of his cruel and bloodthirsty methods, he also broke into a prestigious reputation.

And with the continuous improvement of the realm, there are more and more tests for the monk's mind.

On the continent, the number of high-level demon cultivators is far less than that of righteous path cultivators.

When Sha Dan became a baby, he not only suffered the test of his inner demons, but also endured a full nine heavenly thunders.

His demons.

After all, he is not a person who destroys pure human nature, and he does not want to be such a person.

In the end, he successfully passed this level with strong unwillingness and strong flesh.

After condensing into a primordial infant, his self-created exercises also entered the culmination, and his terrifying recovery ability and huge spiritual power reserves made him the top combat power of the demon cultivators of that era.

The number of demonic cultivators in the Mystic Law Realm, even tens of thousands of years ago when the aura was strong, was extremely rare.

Even most of the demon cultivators in the Yuan Infant Realm had lost their minds early and turned into bloodthirsty monsters.

In the battle against chaos and madness, he won by luck again and again, and at this time, suddenly a decent disciple from a famous family was chased and fled to Youzhou, and he happened to hide and escape near his retreat and practice.

In fact, that memory was already a little vague for him, and for many years to come, he deliberately avoided the process and details of their relationship.

It must have been a good time.

But in the end, it was this person who led him to the big array that the righteous monks had set up earlier, and the so-called salvation and companionship were just temporary compromises that the person had to make to him, the demon, in order to complete the mission of the sect.

He looked at him with the same look in his eyes as everyone else, with a hint of disgust mixed with fear.

It turned out that he was no different from the others.

In the midst of the great array, along with his body, his heart was already full of holes.

There have been countless painful moments, and he kept saying to himself, give up, just die.

But every time he caught a glimpse of the man outside the formation who was about to lose his smile, the gratuitous hatred wrapped him like a tide.

Why.

With a belief, he not only survived the strangulation of the formation, but also made further progress in his cultivation.

He violently broke free from the formation, crushing the monks into a pool of blood mist one by one, leaving only the man.

Except for a very few mad demon cultivators who can make it, the most of Ru Mao's blood drinking is still rumored to appear on the mainland.

After all, he confirmed the rumors.

He couldn't remember how many times he vomited when he swallowed, all he knew was that everything from his hair to his toes was missing.

Since then, they have been completely integrated, and he is no longer alone.

He held the empty skeleton for an unknown amount of time, and when he got up again to leave, his eyes had turned completely scarlet.

And then......

I don't know why, there are always righteous monks who constantly fight him under the banner of demonization, and he doesn't know whether they are trying to punish demons or his magic weapon and blood.

He's not a soft-hearted man anymore.

More and more lives are on his hands, and for a long time his name can be used to stop the child's night crying.

After being deceived by the righteous monk, his Dao heart gradually stabilized.

He completely abandoned the so-called benevolence and justice, and really began to indulge in whatever he wanted.

In this way, little by little, under the fearful gaze of many righteous path cultivators in the Tianxuan Continent, his realm climbed little by little.

He became the only Mystic Law Realm Demon Cultivator with an autonomous and sober consciousness for hundreds of years.

For a while, the Tianxuan Continent seemed to have exploded, and the terrifying thing about the demon cultivators was that they had no bottom line, taking the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa as an example, a Jindan Realm monk chose to self-detonate to solve the problem, which was enough to kill the Mingyuan Infant Realm monk.

Don't look at the fact that this Mystic Law Realm demon still has some consciousness now, if it gets out of control, it may bring ruin to the entire continent.

This time, it was the ancestors of the various sects who retreated.

At that time, the number of Mystic Law Realm monks was not much, and most of them had been in retreat for a long time, to see if they could have a chance to go further after exhausting this life.

The monks who decided to go out and fight him were determined to die.

He didn't disappoint them either.

After entering the Mystic Law Realm, his exercises also went further, and he could hardly be killed.

In fact, in the end, he himself couldn't tell whether he had made his own decision to choose to walk into that 'tomb'.

He was also afraid that one day he would get out of control and completely destroy the land he was supposed to love.

This world has never given him the slightest warmth and compassion.

............

This long life flashed quickly in front of Chang Ling's eyes, and the picture was all with a somewhat depressed and scarlet tone.

Chang Ling felt that his breathing was a little heavier for a while.

This should have been transmitted to her by the ball of light in her hand, so she truly experienced the feelings of that person at every moment.

Such a devil who everyone shouts and beats and kills people like hemp is also a poor person.

Along with his pain, there is also his wanton publicity and refreshment after falling into the devil.

Too many parts of human nature are constantly suppressed and hidden in the practice of monks in exchange for the order and norms of the peaceful functioning of this world.

So many people are working hard for this, isn't she actually the only one who is not missing?

She had obviously suffered so much sinister treatment.

"Chang Ling!" Ah Bi's sharp voice came suddenly.

She shook her head suddenly, a little frightened.

She was just thinking something.

Even in her short life, full of suffering and changes, she never imagined that she would one day fall into the devil's path.

Even she disciplines herself all the time, it is too simple to become the kind of person she hates the most, countless opportunities are in front of her, she just hopes that no matter when, dreaming back at midnight, she can be worthy of her own heart.

She didn't dare to think about what would happen to her next if it wasn't for Abi's shouting. 600

Will she also be moved by such an easy and unbridled life?

For a while, Chang Ling's spirit looked at the light ball in his hand, and he didn't pick it up or put it down.

"I still underestimate him, obviously the consciousness of the remnant soul has been annihilated, and he can still almost lure you into the devil with such a means. Abi said with a serious face.

Chang Ling had to be silent for a while.

The fact that she was almost enchanted by the influence of herself was, in the final analysis, there was something wrong with her mood.

After this series of changes, how can she not complain.

It's just that it looks okay on weekdays, but being slightly guided by such a demonic cultivation method, or going through the test of the inner demon when Chang Ling enters the realm, will be a difficult hurdle to overcome.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, and had to pull Abi's divine soul into her sea of consciousness, supervising her situation at all times.

This light cluster still cannot be loosened.

The Divine Sense range of the Yuan Infant Realm cultivator can reach thousands of miles, and once his whereabouts are locked, there will be endless pursuits and killings.

Whether it was the monks who chased and killed Chang Ling or Chang Ling himself, they all firmly believed that they were righteous in their hearts.

It's just that between their justice, there happens to be hostility.

really let Chang Ling take their lives mercilessly, she still couldn't bear it.

It's not their fault.

But there wasn't much time for Chang Ling's thoughts to wander wildly, and the top priority was to repair the injuries on his body as soon as possible.

Originally, I wanted to earn more spirit stones through this demon punishment action, see if I could exchange it for some good spirit grass, and help her coagulate her essence blood as soon as possible, but now this plan has to be ruined again.

She was afraid that she would have to stay in Youzhou for a long time, and in addition to dealing with these righteous path cultivators, she also had to deal with the boundless demon cultivators.

Obviously, she had reached such a desperate situation, and the first thing that Chang Ling thought of was that she was afraid that she would not be able to keep the three-year covenant and pick up Fu Ning outside Qingshan Academy.

............

Chang Ling repaired here for a full ten days before the wound on his body barely stabilized, but whether he was running or swinging his sword, it would still involve the wound and bring severe pain.

She removed the formation that covered her breath, and her divine consciousness was released, and she actually captured the figures of several Righteous Path Cultivators of the Condensing Realm!

Chang Ling subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when she saw their situation clearly, she was a little hesitant for a while.

It was three Condensing Realm sword cultivators from the Canglan Sword Sect, and they were now entangled in the same blood mist.

She couldn't see through the breath of the blood mist at all, I was afraid that it was the demon cultivator of the Jindan Realm!

These three disciples should have encountered this demon cultivator in the process of pursuing her, and they don't know how long they have been fighting, but their decline is already obvious, and I am afraid that it will not be long before they will be completely defeated.

Chang Ling clearly knew that his best choice now was to leave immediately.

Let those three disciples and the demon cultivator fight each other, and no one has the leisure to take care of her.

But her legs were filled with lead, and it was extremely difficult for her to turn around.

She remembered the sad sighs she had felt several times in the 'life' of that Mystic Law Realm Demon Cultivator.

Some people have worked hard all their lives just to survive, they are despicable and unscrupulous, and it is good to live to survive.

And some people have been under the protection of the elders of the sect since childhood, they have received a good education, they are noble and righteous, and they will say that people have to pursue something in life.

She Chang Ling is just a humble little monk who survives, but she also firmly believes that people must have a bottom line, pursuit and value in life.

She also wants to try to live like that.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, jumped on the Yuan Sacrifice Sword at once, and swept in that direction.

A large number of the talismans in the storage artifact that restrained the demon cultivators were thrown out by her, and the blood mist stopped for a while.

It was only after she got a little closer that she could see that in the center of the blood mist was a somewhat vague red figure.

An indescribable aura of blood came from him.

Chang Ling...... Uncle Shi. A monk with a face covered in blood looked up at her and said with some surprise.

Shi Shuzu, this is a title she hasn't heard in a long time.

"I, I used to be a disciple who used to go to the inner gate to listen to lectures, and now I am also a cultivator of the Condensing Realm, Senior Uncle Ancestor, I finally met you. He said intermittently as he dodged the fierce attack in front of him.

As he spoke, his tone was a little choked.

Chang Ling was in the Canglan Sword Sect for a few years, he was high-ranking and powerful, and he was kind and kind, and he had never been stingy to give some help to the people around him.

The huge Canglan Sword Sect actually has many people who have received her favor.

It's just that when she suddenly 'passed away', and now she suddenly 'steals a treasure', they will not and cannot stand up and speak.

They have received a good education since childhood, and occasionally think about their actions, and they still can't help but feel ashamed.

When they were young, who didn't think that they would always be a hero who would always stand up bravely and fearlessly, but as they grew up little by little, more and more things needed to be considered and considered, and they had actually made a choice unconsciously.

They choose to make their lives better.

But Chang Ling, maybe not.

Since they chose to leave the station and come to Youzhou at such a juncture, they naturally had an impure purpose for her, but she still chose to dedicate herself and choose to save them.

Chang Ling didn't talk nonsense with them, picked up the Yuan Sacrifice Sword and swept towards the blood mist.

This may not be called a 'Jindan Realm Cultivator', I'm afraid it's just a clone he has refined.

Even if it is a clone, his combat power is far superior to that of a Condensing Realm monk, and in addition, 'he' will not have negative emotions such as pain or fear, and it is even more terrifying in actual combat.

Ling Feng's body technique was running to the extreme, and Chang Ling endured the pain of the wounds on his body, jumping deftly between the churning blood mist.

I don't know what this blood mist is, after Chang Ling closed his five senses, the place where the exposed skin was contaminated by this blood mist, there was a constant stinging pain.

Of course, it was too small compared to the pain of her wound cracking.

The Abyss Sacrifice Sword inlaid with spirit stones stabbed through the blood mist one by one.

Chang Ling also gained a lot of good things from the Jindan Realm monk who was chasing her before, including many talismans that he had drawn as a cultivator to seal his spells.

Chang Ling threw a few earth shield talismans towards the Condensing Realm monks behind him, and the talismans drawn by the Jindan Realm monks, who were good at earth elements, instantly burned in the air.

The abrupt barrier in front of them blocked many oncoming attacks.

The situation of this demon cultivator clone in front of him was quite peculiar, looking at the number and method of his attack, it was like a famous body cultivator, but the blood mist escaping around him could turn into a sharp fist or a leg that was about to kick her at any time.

It's like a 'Dharma body cultivation'.

Grappling with him, it seemed impossible to determine where his next attack would come from or what kind of force it would be.