Wedge——— he called a thousand kills. A thousand killings is not just a name, nor is it just a codename. The meaning it represents is the meaning of these two words.

If you kill more than 1,000 people here, you will have this name. He was brought here about three years ago.

There is a kind of divine water here, drinking it can make manpower infinite, can make people fearless, and can make people's blood flow.

Divine water is available every day. It is worth mentioning that every other month, there are women who come down, and they are beautiful women.

He drank this divine water for three years. Every day near the dawn, someone will use a thin rope to hang a small porcelain altar to slowly send the sacred water down.

The rope is very long and thin, and it can't bear the weight of a person at all, and it is simply wishful thinking to climb up the rope.

Around...... Except for an oil lamp that glowed white in the heights, nothing else could be seen.

It can be seen that there is only a circle of stone walls that are not high, and the stone walls are round without any edges and corners, and it is impossible to climb up by touching the stone wall.

No, maybe the dark red ground is also a thing. It was the blood of the soul that fell under his sword for the past three years.

Skillfully took off today's divine water and drank it without hesitation. He didn't want to die and couldn't die.

The water has a strange taste, it is sticky in the mouth, and it is sweet and cool when you drink it, then it becomes extremely sour, and then it becomes bitter again.

Immediately afterward, it was as if a fire was burning all over the body. Burning, aching, and madness. He used to hesitate when he drank it, and even at the beginning, he smashed it to pieces in anger.

By the way, I also saw the color of the divine water. It's as black as ink. And the next thing he has to do is kill someone.

Not one, but nine. Nine per day. Like him, they were all people who drank the water of God.

Among them, there is destined to be only one person a day. Unlike in the past, those who survive today will be able to end this kind of life once and for all.

Because these are the last nine people. A hundred kills are followed by a thousand kills, and ten thousand kills after a thousand kills...... They call it a dragon.

The first to fall under his sword walked away with a smile, as if death was a very happy thing for him.

Strictly speaking, he didn't kill that person, and he didn't have that ability at the time.

The death of that person was actually suicide. The day he first arrived, it happened to be the ninth person sent to kill that man.

All he remembered was that he was forcibly poured an altar of divine water, and then he was thrown in an iron cage and sent down to the man.

The man defeated him with little effort, and as the sword rested around his neck, he felt the oncoming breath of death.

He fell to his knees and begged for mercy, ringing his head one after another, until his head broke and he was bleeding. After a long time, he heard the man let out a ghostly laugh.

The laughter was as eerie and harsh as a broken bellows. The laughter echoed through the empty space, like a ghost.

The hairs on his body exploded at that moment. Then he heard the sound of a sharp object entering his body.

He secretly looked up, only to see that the man had pierced his heart with a long sword, and his thin figure slowly fell backwards.

His eyes widened and he stared at everything in front of him. The man had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face full of vicissitudes was also miserable and white, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

The man stared at him a moment before he was out of breath, and asked a question lightly, but before he could speak, he said the answer himself.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and lost his breath. After hearing this, he regretted it, and preferred that he did not have ears, or that he was deaf.

"Do you know what the hell is a divine water? ”

"That's actually ......"

"Those miscellaneous warriors who have been dead for more than a hundred years...... Refined ...... Corpse oil. The moment he reacted, he only felt that the five visceral temples were overturned in an instant, and he almost vomited all the mess in his stomach.

It's disgusting! Today, all his disgust has long since disappeared, and only the numbness of his body is gradually remaining.

Even whenever he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the dragon, there would be a faint sense of excitement in his heart.

Because that means it's getting closer and closer to the end of those days. The taste of the divine water also became more wonderful, even surpassing that of the beautiful women he had ravaged.

It's water, it's tea, it's a pot of good wine. It's bitter, it's sweet, it's crazy. The point is that it is still his food day and night.

Don't think he's crazy, because he's crazy.

"Click~" There was a sound of the chain shaking, and he looked up, the iron cage was slowly lowered, and the hanging chain was full of sharp spikes, and no one could climb up and escape.

The moment the cage door opened, a cold light suddenly hit, and the people inside disappeared at once. So fast!

The sword light was extremely fast, stinging his eyes, this was the first time he had encountered such a fast sword. In nearly 10,000 life-and-death battles, none of them can survive as simple characters.

But the current situation is not difficult for him. Because I don't know when he seems to have awakened a strange ability, which he calls immortal.

Whenever he felt that he was on the verge of death, time seemed to slow down for a moment, and everything slowed down.

It's only for a moment, but it's enough. Looking at the blade of the sword that was already close to his neck, he quickly tilted his head and dodged, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand instantly slashed through the man's throat.

Strictly speaking, his sword is not slow. Heads flew and blood splattered. Skillfully carrying the corpse onto the iron cage, the chain sounded, and the corpse was pulled up.

After a while, the sound of the chain shaking came, and he knew that this was the second opponent coming. But to his surprise, this time it turned out to be a woman in a gauze dress, a fairy-like woman!

The iron cage fell to the ground, and she walked out of the cage gently, and then smiled charmingly, and a soft murmuring voice came out, which was touching.

"Congratulations to the adults for achieving the dragon position, the slave family is yours now~" She has a delicate figure, a pretty face with a hint of blush, and her eyebrows are full of spring.

Through the white gauze dress, two spots of blush on her chest could be faintly seen. I saw her jade hand lightly raised, untied a black hair, and gently swirled a strand of black hair, adding a bit of charm.

It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful woman. His breathing grew rapid, and he could almost hear his pounding heartbeat clearly.

The woman's steps are elegant, and she walks like a breeze blowing willows, which makes people want to rush over immediately and pick them up and ravage them fiercely.

Didn't it be necessary to kill nine people, and kill 10,000 people? It seemed that he saw what he was thinking, and her next action made him believe this guess.

I saw her smile and walk to his side, clinging to his arms with her weak and boneless body, while a jade hand gently wrapped around his waist.

The fragrance is fragrant, and the soft fragrance of nephrite is in the arms, and at that moment, it is like ascending to the immortal. Her head was raised lightly, gradually kissing his neck and chest, and finally came to his ear, exhaling like an orchid, and she gently spit out three words.

"Roar!" he roared, and with a movement of his hands, her white veil shattered into pieces, and then pressed her body to the ground.

At the moment when the two of them were about to touch the ground, he broke out in a cold sweat, and the mountain collapsed in an instant, and his mania was gone.

Because time suddenly slowed down. One of her jade hands was still encircling him, while the other hand had left the mountain peak at some point, and a short black dagger was piercing half an inch into his lower abdomen.

He hurriedly pressed her knife-holding wrist with one hand, and instantly grabbed her neck with the other hand.

"Click!" Time returned to normalcy in an instant, and her eyes widened as if she didn't know what had changed, and the killing blow didn't work.

After touching the cold sweat on his forehead and carrying the body onto the iron cage, he calmed down and picked up his long sword again, ready for the next wave of battle.

The divine water itself seems to contain some magical energy that can allow people who drink it for a long time to gain some special abilities, but it can also bring some powerful negative effects.

One of them is the thick death qi, and everyone who has been taking the divine water for a long time looks ghostly, as if they have come out of hell.

The second is the powerful aphrodisiac effect, after taking the divine water, the desire seems to become extraordinarily strong.

Everyone has a limited degree of dead energy, and once they accumulate too much dead energy, they will become real dead people.

So every other month, the above will send a woman to the living to vent the excessive death.

Of course, the women who have suffered from death generally have no good end, some are ravaged and died, some are abused in every way and die, and some are completely eroded by death.

He did know a little about the origin of these women, and this was once learned from a timid woman.

They are all from a place called Penglai Xiandao, which is said to be far overseas. Most of them were family members of a defeated force, who were sent here as slaves.

In the midst of his thoughts, the sound of the iron chain sounded, and the moment the iron cage hit the ground, a particularly dull sound was made.

Immediately after, a rugged man with a shirtless body walked out. Seeing that he was two heads taller than him, he instantly became solemn.

There was no nonsense, the fist wind was fierce and came to him, and he raised his sword and flashed it. The opponent's attack was powerful and heavy, and one punch and one leg whirred with the wind.

Several times he avoided it by chance. But the opponent's body style obviously couldn't keep up with him, and he used the footwork summed up in the battle to circle back and forth around his huge figure, and he was angry and screamed again and again.

But he couldn't help him, every time the iron sword slashed through his body, it was as if it hit the iron plate, and the sparks flew out, but it couldn't break his defenses at all.

The battle was at a stalemate for a while. It's not a way to go on like this, after all, compared to physical strength and endurance, he is far from the opponent of this big guy in front of him, but how should he win!

He circled around him to draw and close his sword, until he felt his entire palm go numb and his forearm was sore.

Almost every corner of his body was slashed by his sword, but he still didn't find the slightest flaw in him.

The big man attacked vigorously for a long time, but he didn't touch his shadow, and he roared again and again with the same anger, and the intersection of fists and feet became more and more violent.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. If there's one flaw in him, it's here.

His feet strained and his body grew even faster, turning into a circle of black shadows around him, just at the moment when he couldn't beat his angry roar.

"Poof!" his long sword pierced through the back of his neck through his gaping mouth, and was pulled out again, and blood splattered, and the dead body fell to the ground, dragged away as usual.

This invulnerable big guy was solved by him. And the next opponent almost killed him.

He was a middle-aged swordsman with a sturdy appearance, dressed in a bright red robe, his appearance was not good, his eyes sparkled in the gloomy environment, and what attracted more attention was the sword in his hand.

This sword is too big. It's not so much a sword as a sword-shaped door panel. The blade of the giant sword shimmered with a cold glow, and there was a bright red blood groove on each side of the sword's spine.

Look at the weight, at least 500 catties away. Once this sword is wielded, it is a rubbing wound, and it will die if it is touched.

This sword alone can strike fear into the hearts of those who face it.

"The name of this sword is Bugong. ”

"If you win, do one thing for him. A deep voice came, like a calm lake, without waves.

"What's the matter?"

"Destroy Penglai. Without waiting for him to reply, his figure rushed forward, and the sword in both hands stabbed at him, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

He dodged away, only to find that his figure had turned a strange turn, and the sword continued to stab at him at a speed that did not decrease, and if he was stabbed, he would have to finish playing on the spot.

The moment time slowed down, the tip of his sword was already close to his lower abdomen, and he quickly stepped back, while the long sword in his hand slapped the opponent's back of the sword, barely deflecting it at an angle.

Just dodging the sword, I saw his hands turn around, turn his stabs into sweeps, and go straight to his side.

The evil wind hit, and he didn't have time to react at all. Rolling on the ground with an immortal stop, he dodged the sword again, and before he could get up, he attacked and followed again, sending out a sword that slashed Huashan from top to bottom.

Don't die!

"Bang!" The hard ground was suddenly cut into a huge hole, and the rubble flew and the dust blinded his eyes.

Feeling his somewhat swollen head, he knew that the limit of immortality was approaching. The appearance of the immortal stop is not under his control, but will only be triggered after automatically sensing the deadly crisis, and once the number of triggers is too high, he will feel his head swell, as if the blood all over his body is rushing to his head.

He could imagine the appearance of his face now, which must be full of green tendons, hideous and terrifying.

He also could vaguely feel that if he didn't die to the limit, he would explode his head and die.

The red robe's attacks continued, and although he wielded a hundred-pound giant sword in his hand, he looked completely at ease.

In front of his extremely fast giant sword, he only had the ability to dodge, and he had no chance to make a move.

And during this time, he triggered no less than ten non-death stops. He felt as if his head had been filled with lead, and he could almost feel the bulging veins on his face, and even clearly feel the flow of blood inside.

A heartbeat like a bell rang in his ears, and with each sound, his pain deepened.

How nice it would be if the heart could not beat. The thought suddenly rose in his mind, and as he dodged one of his attacks, he only felt the world spinning, and before his next sword could fall, he fell to the ground.

Through the gap in his eye, he vaguely saw the greatsword coming down from the air, slashing towards him. ......

"Big brother. ”

"Big brother. There seemed to be two young male and female voices in his mind, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth and tightened the sword in his hand.

He couldn't die! His eyes were blurred, and there was only one thought left in his heart, and that was to live. Time slowed down again, and his eyes were clouded with blood.

He knew it was the result of a ruptured blood vessel. But he didn't feel any pain, because all his consciousness was gathered on the sword in his hand.

The feeling at that moment was very wonderful, as if he was this sword, and his purpose was to pierce the throat of the red robe beside him.

By the time he had the thought, his sword had pierced his throat. And to give him his feeling, it was he who went through his throat.

For a moment, he seemed to feel his own contact with the flesh and bones of his neck. After that, he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took for him to wake up again. The red-robed corpse was still lying on one side, the tip of the giant sword was not too far away from him, and in the last moment of life and death, he finally killed him.

Feeling that he had regained some strength, he crawled to the corner of the side and turned out a porcelain vase from a pile of fragments.

After drinking the divine water, his mental state and physical strength recovered a lot in an instant, and he carried the body to the iron cage, and he walked to the side of the giant sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he suddenly exerted force, but he could swing it, but he was used to using a light sword, and it was particularly uncomfortable to use this heavy sword.

Placing it in the corner, he looked at his own sword nailed to the wall. The stone walls of the stone prison were as hard as iron, and with the combined strength of his arms, he could only barely use his sword to leave a scratch on it.

However, at this moment, only one hilt of the long sword was exposed. He grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it hard.

I had no choice but to pull it out with both hands, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out. It stands to reason that he should be shocked by the power of his sword, but he can't feel this emotion at all.

As he drank more and more divine water, he found that he had gradually lost his seven emotions and six desires, and the only thing he kept now was the only thought of living.

Perhaps, there is also a hint of excitement when killing. The sound of chains swaying, followed by a fifth opponent he had to deal with.

This person was tall and thin, and the moment he landed, he turned into phantoms, covering the entire space.

He closed his eyes, trying to find the sensation he had just felt. When he started the thought, he lost all sensation in his body again.

All he could feel was that he was a sword. It was the fine iron sword in his hand just now. Strangely, he could perceive everything in the stone prison, and the emaciated figure was speeding through all corners at the moment.

His thoughts moved, and he felt the sensation of himself passing through the neck of someone else, and the moment he approached the wall, he shouted in his heart to stop.

And then he floated in the air. To be exact, the sword he possessed floated in the air. As soon as his thoughts moved, his body regained consciousness again, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

This ability should have been awakened when he was fighting the red robe, let's call it a spirit. Now, he seems to have two special abilities.

Placing the dead body in an iron cage, he held his sword and waited quietly for his next opponent. The next two were an old man and a young man, and before they could make a move, the moment they landed, he turned on the spirit possession.

The last two opponents are a little special. The eighth man was an emaciated young man, who kept coughing, and every time he could bring out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

But he is a sick seedling. The moment before the sword went through his throat, he smiled. His lips moved slightly, as if to say something.

"They'll meet again. "The ninth man was the one who talked the most, and the reason why he didn't kill it in the first place was because it was a child, eight or nine years old.

No, rather, it's a child with two heads. One head has only a mouth and nose, while the other has only a pair of eyes.

Unspeakably weird.

"You have comprehended two ...... It's all soul skills!" His mouth made a shocked sound, and the eyes on the other head showed a hint of inexplicability.

"Soul skills. He whispered to him.

"Soul technique, only by taking the corpse oil of a cultivator can you have a very low probability of awakening, you have awakened two at a time, what a freak. ”

"And the cultivators disappeared a thousand years ago. He looked at him, but did not speak, but did not move.

"Do you want to know what his abilities are, forget it, let me tell you, he also has two abilities, the first is mind reading, and the second is ......" he said here, pausing slightly, and raising a finger.

"Hypnosis. After hearing him say these two words, he only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he closed his eyes tiredly.

In his senses, it seemed as if a long time had passed, and a moment had passed. The moment time slowed down, he woke up.

Its two wizened hands were holding a scimitar, and it was now slashing towards his neck. He reacted instantly, and his mind moved as he jumped backwards, turning on the spirit possession.

The sword flew up, piercing both of its heads. After calming down, he put the dead body in the iron cage.

He knew that the struggle here was over. Next, there is the struggle above. There was an iron fence coming down, and a little girl was huddled inside.

She will be his forty-fifth and last woman here. As for the previous ones, they are all dead.

If they don't die, he will die. Otherwise, the excessive death qi in his body will directly kill him, and only by venting it can he live.

...... When the dust settled, he walked again to the corner of the wall full of porcelain vase fragments, and turned out three intact jade vases from inside, which were the last of his inventory.

Only for today, only for now. There was a movement of chains overhead, and the person who picked him up came. Three bottles of divine water entered his stomach, and his body was about to burn completely.

Looking at the greatsword in the corner, he gave up on taking it with him. Although he can use this sword, he can't use it, and since it is a burden, he has to abandon it.

After a while, two black-clothed men went down the cage, carrying two thick chains in their hands, and after the two of them matched his hands and feet one by one, they sent him to the iron cage.

After three years, he finally returned to it again, and he let out a long breath, a little nervous about his next plans, and faintly excited.

Those pictures that he had forgotten for a long time seemed to emerge. After getting out of the stone prison, he saw a thin old man with high cheekbones.

At this moment, he was looking at him with an evil face, and at the same time, the sound of tsk was continuous.

"Tut~" He ignored his strange expression, and just silently swept the situation in the entire hall.

He could use the spirit to instantly kill the old man in front of him and the two Golden Mask guards behind him, and then return to his body to kill the hundred guards on the spiral ladder, and finally walked away.

The only difficulty at the moment was the four thick chains on his body.

"Congratulations, you're the only dragon from today onwards. The old man slowly spread out his palm, and there was a jade gourd on it.

"After this last procedure, you will be free, and no one in the world will be able to stop you, not even the Drifting Rain Sword. The stopper was opened by him, and a white point of light instantly swarmed towards him.

It was definitely not a good thing, because at that moment, his body instinctively turned on the immortal stop.

After a pause, he saw clearly that it was a flying insect the size of a sesame seed, drilling straight towards his seven orifices.

"you X's freedom!" he unexpectedly gave birth to an angry emotion. After a roar, he hurriedly swung his long sword, and all the flying insects fell, but in a short moment, he only had time to kill most of the insects, and a small part still drilled into his ears and nostrils!

He roared again, threw his long sword, and went straight to the old man's door.

The moment the sword struck, he lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was still in the same stone prison.

The difference was that there were no white lights, and it was pitch black. Hehe, he laughed silently. Accompanied by something called tears.

All the previous plans didn't have time to be implemented. Hehe. ...... If hope is light.

Then despair is the darkness that hangs in front of you, the endless darkness. When he saw the light again.

He is no longer him.