Demons, slaughter the world, just to protect.

What is the right path, and what is the devil's path?

The right heart is the right way, even if what you do is called a demon!

Bang......

In the cold and slightly cool moonlight, the light curtain sprinkled down, like a silver waterfall, the waterfall passed, but it was completely covered by the wind, and from a distance, he seemed to be surrounded by a silver light cocoon.

The light is gloomy, and it looks a little sacred, but if you are here, you will definitely feel palpitations, because it is not sacred, but killing, bloodthirsty, and killing!

The wind was surging, the last dark clouds in the night were blown away, and the wind opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing a wry smile, but this bitter smile was full of pride.

"If my mana is a little stronger, can I take the Moon Spirit Wheel and go up to Maoshan Mountain alone and destroy it?"

He muttered to himself, although he knew that this time was tantamount to a fool's dream, however, this was like a sprout, taking root in his heart, maybe, two years later, it would really come true.

Lying like this, when the sky gave off a glimmer of dawn, he still couldn't move, let alone get up.

Although the Moon Spirit Wheel is powerful, it can't be used lightly, and the powerful power of counterattack makes him extremely depressed, as if he has a big killing weapon in his hand, but he can't do what he wants.

Every time he uses it, his mana will be drained, and it is not only his mana that is drained, but also his energy and consciousness, and only in this way will such a strong power burst out.

However, the side effect of this was that he was lying on the ground, lifeless, pale, and with a large hole in his chest.

The big hole could only be seen faintly with white bones, and the flesh turned outward, but at this time, it stopped bleeding, and began to scar slowly.

His strength was exhausted, so he had to rely on the natural power of his body, and he was not an ordinary zombie, but a zombie with the blood of the Supreme Corpse King.

This bloodline not only brought him great strength, but also a powerful power of recovery, even if he was seriously injured, as long as it did not hurt his heart, his soul would not die.

Three days had passed, and he had been lying on the stone for three full days, during which the wound had closed, the dantian shook, and the cyclone grew slowly.

On the fourth day, his little finger suddenly trembled, and it seemed that he had already become conscious, and when the fifth day came, the sky was already snowing heavily.

The snow was like goose feathers, sweeping in the heavens and the earth, sealing him tightly in it, cold, frozen!

On the sixth day, the snow was still heavy, but at this time it was already covered with a thick layer, if someone came here, they would definitely not find a person lying here, it should be a zombie!

Midwinter, this is the first midwinter experienced by the wind and clear wind!

In the past half a year, he has experienced too much, and every day, it seems that he is living and dying, blood and killing......

Day 7!

The goose feather snow suddenly stopped, and the ground was no longer thick, but in the center, the snowdrift was shaking slightly, and then a slight crack appeared.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of vibration around the silence, and a black figure flashed out of it.

His red hair was as good as blood, and it seemed that he had gone through countless battles before turning three thousand green silks into red! He was dressed in black armor, and the armor shone brightly.

Cold, solemn, although he stood there, he didn't seem to exist, seemed to be integrated into heaven and earth, however, heaven and earth were spurning him, and he was not recognized by heaven and earth.

He blends not into heaven and earth, but into the coldness of the snow, as he has said before, he comes from the cold winter, from the silence, from the night, his world is only blood, and it is also snow!

Raising his hand, catching a touch of snowflake, feeling the biting chill, his mind began to wave, and he was not calm.

"My world, there is only blood!"

Whew......

The wind rose, the snowflakes in his palms melted, and between his hands, a golden bead appeared in his hand, which was the evil Jiao Neidan that had absorbed enough essence blood.

Then he looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the cliff three hundred feet in front of him.

Sou!

He leaped forward, and immediately stepped into the void, and in just a short breath, he appeared in front of the cliff, looked at it, and smashed it with his fist.

He didn't use his strength, but with instinct, he punched out, and the cliff shattered!

In an instant, a small cave appeared, he flashed in, entered it, raised his hand and waved, and suddenly an enchantment appeared, sealing the entire cave.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his armor not disappearing, as if he knew what he was going to do in the next second.

Sure enough, at this time, the ring on his hand flashed, and he immediately took out the three-leaf Qingzhi and the phoenix blood, and the moment these two things appeared, a roar suddenly came from the entire cave.

The evil Jiao Neidan trembled, and there was a faint howl from inside, and the phoenix blood, that is, the sycamore grass, also flashed brilliance at this moment, and a red halo appeared, instantly illuminating the entire cave.

Only the three-leaf Qingzhi, at this moment, exuded a silent aura, which seemed to be a little cold, compared with the roar of the evil Jiao Neidan and the brilliance of the phoenix's blood, it seemed the most ordinary and the most insipid one.

But Feng Qingyang knew that in fact, among the three types of explosions, only the effect of the three-leaf Qingzhi was the greatest, the phoenix blood and the evil Jiao Neidan, although it sounded terrifying.

But they do exist, but the three-leaf Qingzhi is the rarest and most mysterious of these three herbs.

Evil Jiao Neidan, can be obtained by forcibly killing Jin Dan after being strong, although the phoenix blood is a legend, it has appeared in all dynasties, but Sanye Qingzhi.

If you look for it at this time, you will not be able to find its existence even if you step through the heavens, because it does not exist in ancient times, and it has become extinct at the end of the Middle Ages.

Under the whole world, only the mysterious Duobao Pavilion will have the existence of Sanye Qingzhi!

Holding it in the palm of his hand, feeling the warmth and coldness coming from it, the wind is clear but it looks unusually comfortable, it seems that for the fiery phoenix blood, and the violent evil Jiao Neidan, he likes Sanye Qingzhi more from the bottom of his heart.

Just this poetic name has already won his love.

Three-leaf Qingzhi is a spiritual grass, three leaves, showing the trend of three talents, which seems to contain an inexplicable formation, and this natural formation and rhythm can neutralize the phoenix blood and the evil Jiao Neidan.

Otherwise, if he devours it like this, even if his body is strong, he is afraid that he will be blown up by this violent force, and finally get a shattered end.

"Being able to take out the three-leaf Qingzhi that only existed in the Middle Ages, what kind of mysterious person is Old Man Hou!"

He muttered slightly, and that obscene old face appeared in his mind, which seemed to be full of kindness at this moment.

"It's unreliable, but it's really helped me!"

At this moment, he finally planned to break through the second layer of the "Zombie Ancestor Incarnation" 'Zhuangzun's Right Arm'!