Qiancheng, City God Temple

At this time, the little beggar was lying on the ground heavily, his eyebrows were all twisted together, and the sweat of the bean was constantly rising from his forehead, soaking the bluestone bricks on the ground.

Looking at him carefully, there was a faint black light circling around his body, burrowing into his heart and out of his abdomen.

Lao Zhaohua stood aside, but he didn't look at the little beggar, but looked at the stone statue of the fairy who was in charge of life, old age, sickness and death, and his eyes were a little far away, he couldn't understand, and there was a faint sigh.

"Is this path the right way?" he muttered to himself, "The 'Dao Void' has been broken, and the Dao has been returned to the sky, and there are a few more pseudo-realms in the world, but what can he do?"

No one answered, Lao Hua had waited for many years for this answer, but the person who could answer was long gone, leaving only the faint voice hidden in the City God Temple.

"I understand that you want him to live a safe life, but since he is in this world, he is only an ordinary beggar, and he can't protect himself!

The little beggar who was in pain and twisted on the ground behind him couldn't hear these words, because of excessive blood loss, he just hung with a breath left, and was grabbed by the little monkey in his chest, and there was a red light flickering slightly in his heart.

Lao Zhaohua looked back at the miserable little beggar on the ground and sighed heavily. This road is not so easy to walk after all, as for the real walk, what kind of scenery is at the end, where is it accurate?

"Ahh

"It can't be helped, it's up to him. ”

With the roar of the little beggar, the black light around him slammed into his heart, diluting the red light on his chest a lot.

"There are some things, who can calculate them accurately?" Lao Hua stared at the red light on the little beggar's chest, if it weren't for the little monkey hanging his last life, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to pass this level.

The little man lying on the ground suddenly widened his eyes, and countless black rays scurried between them, and he couldn't see a single other color. The little beggar opened his mouth in pain and gritted his teeth heavily, but all these actions were just instinctive reactions of the body, but he was still unconscious.

......

At this time, somewhere in the darkness of the Western Xuan Domain, there was a low hoarse voice that seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, and Sen Sen was cold, like a dead corpse that had been sleeping for a long time, and there was no trace of the smell of fireworks in the world in his tone.

"Did he show up?"

In the darkness, there was a faint white flame beating, sandwiched with a touch of green, lighting up the surrounding scene a little, and quickly extinguishing it. Grabbing that gap, it seems that thousands of flesh and blood are unfolding in front of me, and I want to look at it carefully, but I can't see it.

"A thousand years, very soon...... What kind of bloody rain will blow in this millennium?"

......

The little beggar's body on the ground kept twitching, but it was just an instinctive reaction, and his consciousness had already sunk.

Under a blood-colored sky, the little beggar held a pheasant and looked up at the sky. The clear eyes of the past were now black and violent, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he was still staring at the sky, as if he was looking at something.

"You've failed. "There was a voice in the air, and it seemed to be near and far away.

This is not the first time the little beggar has heard this sentence, but no matter how many times, except for the black glow in his eyes that has thickened a little bit, it will not succeed after all.

"It's too slow. ”

The little beggar didn't speak, just stood quietly on the ground, looking up at the increasingly blood-red sky, waiting for something.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blood, and a figure appeared not far away, and the little beggar suddenly rushed out with his sword, cut it, and slammed into the next place where it lit up.

He didn't know where it was, but from the moment he came to this bloody land, he seemed to know what he was going to do.

Kill everyone who comes up!

At the beginning, the little beggar was not as decisive as he is now, it was all a life without injustice and no revenge, why should he harm others! But the first time, the second time, until dozens of times, his body was cut down by the figures that appeared around him every time, reborn, and cut again.

It's not that he didn't try to dodge, but every time there was an extra figure, the flesh on his body was inexplicably cut off, and finally he burst his heart and died again.

He can't do it, but in the pain again and again, even the morality that he is holding on to will eventually collapse, with the first sword, there is the second and third sword, and there is no end.

When the sword drank blood, and he no longer lost his flesh, he sank into it. But he couldn't kill more and more people around him, and in the end he could only watch his body being chopped or pinched.

It's a game with no end in sight!

There were no spectators on the killing table, or the only spectators were voices coming from nowhere. It seems that the blood and water are dried up again and again, and the minced flesh is flying, which is the most wonderful scene.

There is nothing more to appreciate than this, to watch the weak struggle, to be able to satisfy one's sick desires, to seek the so-called supreme pleasure. The same is true of the immortal spectators on the immortal platform, watching countless mortals fight and die, that is the place worth talking about.

Or rather, this is another place to climb Sendai!

Everyone around him rushed towards the little beggar fearlessly, as if they were all suffering from this world like him, fighting with their lives in order to delay and alleviate the slightest pain.

The sword light flickered, and the little beggar carried the pheasant gui across in the shadows, and blood was spilled, but the silver and bright pheasant gui was only blood-red, which seemed to be stained with a lot of blood and penetrated into it.

......

The bare skin of the little man on the ground was covered with black lines, and his hair was scattered, and his mouth was full of blood, and he was full of evil spirits.

At this time, the handle pheasant was lying next to the little beggar, and it was not put away by the old flower, but the sword body could no longer reflect much light, and it was heavy, just like the red soft sword full of blood in consciousness.

"Survive this, and he's yours. Lao Zhaohua looked at the little beggar who was struggling on the ground, but his eyes that should have been anxious were very flat, but there was a faint shimmer of brilliance between his fingers.

......

Kill, kill, kill!

The little beggar seems to have only this word left in his mind, a killing word, and it has also become the will of the whole world, if you want to live, only killing can survive.

Countless deaths, countless relives, the difference is only the black glow that keeps piling up in the eyes, and the residual breathing time is longer.

This battlefield is not afraid of bloodshed and broken limbs, as long as you kill fast enough, all the pain can be made up, but where is the real fatigue is the body!

The little beggar looked at the figure that appeared again in front of him, and was about to stab with a sword, but he hurriedly changed the direction, and there were some ripples in his empty eyes because of the appearance of this figure.

Qian Rui?

The little beggar turned the tip of his sword suddenly, just glanced at it lightly, and then killed the surrounding figures, but when the surroundings were empty, the next figure did not appear, and only the two of them were left under the entire sky.

His gaze suddenly became disordered, and the little beggar's breathing also rose and fell, but he still walked towards the figure step by step, and a sword pierced in, and something seemed to be suddenly released in his heart.

"Hum-" There were many times more figures than before, but there was still one of the black figures that looked extremely different. Qi Qin!

It's still the same choice, but when Qi Qin also fell, the figure that appeared was several times as much as before. The little beggar hurriedly looked around, and this time there were many familiar figures, it was the group of beggars outside Lizi Town, and the former chicken legs were also there.

The little beggar was not relentless at all, and cut it with a sword, but when there was only chicken legs left, he hesitated again.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, when a large piece of flesh and blood had fallen off, and his cheeks were constantly twisted, he finally stabbed the little beggar into the heart with a heavy sword, but the last repentant gaze of the chicken leg hit the little beggar's heart, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

Laughing miserably, blood spit out between his lips and teeth, the little beggar looked up and looked around, and his heart sank again. Sure enough, there was a white dress in his eyes, and there were many figures he had seen on the Dengxian Terrace.

This time, the little beggar did not hesitate, dragged the blood stains all over his body, and finally pierced his heart in the eyes of two drops of crystal light falling from the white burning clouds, and another mouthful of blood was about to spurt out, but it was swallowed back by the little beggar.

I don't owe you this sword!" The little beggar stood up resolutely, and the black light in his eyes rose again, scurrying around in his eyes, but he still owed Bai Yaoyun another arrow.

The figure rose again, but the little beggar couldn't do it anymore, and the black flashing eyes suddenly became disordered.

What caught her eye was a woman dressed in plain clothes, her eyebrows were curved like bamboo leaves, and she always cared about the "little young master" who hid sadness in her eyes, and the three-tailed green carp on her wrist still had unknown feelings in her heart.

He can't do it!

The little beggar stabbed the figure around him for a long time, but he was still drowned by the figure, but when he turned into a cloud of minced meat, a smile rose from the black face.

You don't have to choose.

Facing the blood-red sky again, but there was no longer a distant voice, he watched quietly, but some things could not be avoided after all.

Killing all the way again, this time he came more decisively, except for Bai Yaoyun's second sword that made him hesitate, the others were no longer entangled.

But in front of the bright eyes with the water bay, he still stopped. This time he was not hacked to death by the rushing figure, but standing in front of Qingzhu, he still couldn't do it, just waited for the flesh to be slowly chopped away, and finally his heart was pinched and exploded, but he was still smiling.

Again and again, the time of standing in front of the plain-clothed figure is getting faster and faster, but the little beggar's original smile is gradually bitter, and then it turns into struggle, and then it hurts, with two lines of blood and tears falling, and the moment he is about to raise his hand slowly, it suddenly turns into a blood mist in the sky, sprinkled between the crooked eyebrows.

After all, the blood flew and bloomed in the air.

When the bright figure fell down with the best smile under the sword, the little beggar's heartache was all pinched together, tears and blood flowed down together in his eyes, and the unstoppable blood gushed out of his mouth, dyeing the three-tailed green carp on his wrist into a red carp.

Not a single one escaped. The ancient immortals, Qi Xiaoxiao, and then the children in the courtyard next door to the Bai family all turned into the souls of the dead under the pheasant.

The blood in the little beggar's mouth spat and vomited, but the tears in his eyes did not dare to flow, and his eyes were dead and silent.

But the one person and one dog that I don't want to face the most are still coming after all......