Shaking off the blood on the tip of the sword, Fang gradually turned around.

Pale face, calm look.

When the female cultivator saw Fang gradually leaving, a flash of despair flashed in her eyes.

In her eyes, this man obviously had a plan to kill both of them here.

It is true that Fang Yanli had already set his sights on the two of them, and had prepared an ambush in advance.

Fang who was carrying the Soul Crystal was gradually invincible, and no one could have imagined that such a great killing weapon would appear here.

As for Fang gradually leaving to kill Mo Ruyi without saying a word, that kind of decisive decision is exactly the same as those madmen that the female cultivators have seen recently.

For this female cultivator, it is simply a fantasy that Fang gradually leaves today and does not kill her.

"You are so murderous, aren't you afraid that your karma will increase in the future?" asked the nun sadly.

"Fearless. Fang gradually left the fine iron sword in his hand and danced a sword flower and put it in the storage bag.

Then, turning, he soared into the sky and quickly walked away, leaving only the stunned nun with a stunned face.

However, until Fang gradually left and disappeared into the sky, nothing happened.

The nun sat there in a daze, already in a daze......

......

A day later, in the midst of a ravine, where three mountains merged.

Woooo

A sword was directly disemboweled, and Fang gradually withdrew the fine iron sword in his hand.

In the distance, a scarred and panicked man curled up in fear.

The previous sudden explosion directly blew his opponent into a golden star, and it was at that time that this person fell from the sky and slashed down with a sword.

Under a few swords, his original opponent was crushed, and was finally disemboweled, his internal organs flowed, and he died on the spot.

When the man's gaze swept over, the man suddenly felt a piercing chill permeate his whole body, and he already had a heartfelt regret for entering this place.

He could only secretly hate that his cultivation was not enough, which led to such a situation.

It's not that there is no one who has a treasure that can exit this array in an instant, but unfortunately, he is not.

The only thing that can be done is to meet death.

But the next scene made him stunned.

After the man looked at him a few times, he actually took off directly into the air without the slightest nostalgia.

......

There was blood everywhere, and one man and one sword walked out of this blood-stained jungle.

The nun who was stripped naked looked at the figure that was gradually moving away.

Over the next few days, similar images continued to occur, and the number of people killed increased dramatically.

Of course, there were also people who killed each other in the corners that they didn't see, and their bodies were left deep in the mountains and forests.

It's just that many of those who survived met each other.

These people are the few people who have not been blinded by the murderous thoughts, and they gather around and immediately confirm their own experiences with those of others.

And they found that the man who looked sick was really killing people without blinking, but everyone he killed was an existence that had a lot of lives on his hands before.

The name of the white-faced god gradually spread, so much so that many people couldn't help but be cautious when they poisoned their hands.

It's just that this range is not too large, and for those in the top 100, such a person is just an insignificant exception.

Many of the top 100 ruthless people also have a thirst for killing, and they still go their own way, eager to build a foundation with continuous killing.

As for the others, they didn't have to worry about their lives, and they didn't have the intention of killing, so they naturally found an extremely hidden place to concentrate on cultivating.

This situation lasted for a full ten days, and when the white-faced god slaughtered the two first two hundred ruthless men, this strange name was suddenly pushed to the forefront.

Some of the people who were trying to take refuge began to look around for the location of the white-faced god, and then followed with the strength of the Qiankun sword.

As long as someone dares to kill themselves, they don't need to summon themselves, and the evil god will automatically appear, and then quickly kill the unlucky guy.

After a long time, more and more people followed by the white-faced gods, and no one dared to kill!

These people found that as the white-faced evil god continued to kill, his cultivation continued to rise, and some people even saw the evil god summon eighty-nine qi and blood lines in a battle from afar!

A killing feast is officially opened, and everything is gradually pushed to a climax.

Two days later, he was one hundred and fifty-four, and he was killed, and his throat was sealed with a sword.

On the same day, one hundred and fifty-two, who was also the companion of the last unlucky man, was killed and cut in two.

Three days later, he was one hundred and thirty-seventh, and was killed.

More and more, no one knows how many people's blood is on the hands of the white-faced god.

No one knew why the white-faced gods were so quick to kill their opponents, because they couldn't see what it was, and everything was settled.

It's just that every time he kills, there are always one or two more people following him, and now there are no less than forty or fifty people following him.

Many of them were people who had been rescued by the white-faced god in disguise, and when they looked at the figure speeding away at the front, they always had some awe.

The slaughter continued again for four days, and finally, after witnessing from afar the white-faced god slaying the rank one hundred and two, the crowd suddenly heard the sound of wind and thunder.

A figure soared into the sky, full of momentum, and the abyss and mountains were overwhelming, making people feel as if they were facing a high mountain.

"The pinnacle of the sea of qi!, the ninety lines of qi and blood of the gods!" someone exclaimed.

Here, ninety qi and blood patterns are already enough to rank among the top one hundred levels.

"Constantly killing, why is the Qi and Blood of the Evil God so stable? It seems to be the result of penance? And what are those two flowing light lines? I have never seen a Qi and Blood Pattern like that!"

One after another exclamations sounded, and more people were full of joy, because as the strength of the evil gods continued to improve, and they continued to kill the top two hundred people, their lives were in danger, and their rankings were also rising rapidly.

However, to their disappointment, when the evil god reached the ninety qi and blood lines, he fell silent, just waiting quietly in the jungle in the distance, as if he didn't want to kill anymore.

Although this scene made everyone a little puzzled, they didn't dare to rush forward, they all looked like they were a mile away from the white-faced gods, and they scattered to form a ring.

And the whirler of this great storm is now standing cross-legged on the canopy.

At his lap lay a notched iron sword, the only sharp point left was the tip of the sword.

Of course, he didn't pause killing because he didn't have a sword or a sword setback, but he sensed something in the dark.

"Even preaching and killing has a limit, otherwise it's easy to fall into the obsession of killing. Fang gradually muttered.

During this time, his cultivation increased rapidly and steadily, but also his state of mind.

"The next thing is to carefully understand the last sentence, what is the essence of heaven and earth, everything can be killed?"