"How did he become like this!?"

"Senior Sister Qi, we should avoid it for the time being, Nanqiyue is very dangerous now!"

Qi Shuangyu turned a deaf ear to Cheng Cen Cen's words, she was just trying her best to convey her true yuan to Nan Qiyue's spiritual veins, wanting to suppress him who was becoming more and more violent.

Cheng Cen Cen looked at all this dumbfounded, and his eyes did not leave Nan Qiyue's body for a moment.

Finally, when Nan Qiyue's eyebrows began to tremble slightly, Cheng Cen Cen gritted his teeth, no longer caring about Qi Shuangyu, who was still working hard, let alone thinking about the punishment he might receive, he turned around directly, and fled as fast as possible towards the distance at any cost.

Cheng Cen Cen had just run out of a distance of only a few dozen feet, and behind him was a terrifying roar that was not like a human being, and then there was the killing intent that rose to the sky.

"It's late, it's over!"

Cheng Cencen felt like a mosquito stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult for his body to even move, let alone run for his life quickly.

She sighed faintly, and no longer struggled violently, but used most of her strength to turn her body back.

Even if she wants to die, she has to see clearly how she died, and what kind of thing Nanqiyue will become.

Blood flew in the sky, and in Cheng Cen Cen's sight, a familiar figure flew up, it was Qi Shuangyu.

Immediately after, Qi Shuangyu's beautiful and graceful body scattered and separated without warning, and Dapeng's hot blood mixed with flesh and bones fell, and it was like a red mud rain.

The center of the killing intent was rapidly moving towards Cheng Cen Cen.

When Cheng Cen Cen was finally able to see Nan Qiyue's appearance, the horror that had been hidden in his heart finally broke out completely.

The monster in front of him, completely wrapped in scarlet silk threads, is it the once handsome and dignified Nanqi Yue, how could he become such a terrifying appearance!?

Cheng Cen Cen wanted to scream loudly, but found that he couldn't make any sound no matter what.

She tried to turn around and run away again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move a finger.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Mortals can be killed, monks can be killed, demons and ghosts can be killed, all living beings in the world can be killed, family affection, friendship can be killed, love can be killed, all feelings in the heart can be killed, thoughts can be removed, hatred can be removed, joy can be removed, seven emotions and six desires can be removed!"

"Master and friend are dying, kill!"

"Linger and die, kill!"

"It's hard to build a road, kill!"

"The world stops me, kill!"

"The mind is hard to settle, kill"!

"All living beings are suffering, kill!"

"Heaven is ruthless, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill the universe thoroughly, and return the world to a clear place!"

"Kill ............"

"No!"

Just when he was about to collapse, suddenly a coolness came from the deepest part of his sea of consciousness, accompanied by a trace of ethereal consciousness appeared, Nan Qiyue had just taken half of his footsteps and froze in the air, and a doubt suddenly rose in his heart......

He seems to have killed enough just now, and it is not too much to describe it as a river of blood and corpses strewn all over the field.

But.

But why hasn't the person who should have been killed ever appeared?

By the way, there should also be a lord, what about the lord?

He has already killed all the powerful monks in this world, how can there be no Lord among the people he has killed?

Nan Qiyue's doubts were perfectly answered in the next moment.

As soon as the coolness in the deepest part of the sea appeared, it disappeared again, and an illusory male figure appeared in front of him at the same time......

With the appearance of the man, Nanqiyue's body trembled violently, and he stood still like a clay sculpture.

"Your Excellency......" Nanqi rolled his Adam's apple and let out an unconscious moan.

"Are you going to let me kill again......?

The heavy rain passed through the ghost face of the Venerable Lord, and then flowed through his transparent light blue robe, ticking and knocking out round puddles on the ground, Nan Qiyue's right hand holding the broken knife couldn't help trembling, and the knuckles had begun to turn white due to too much force, in his eyes, the Venerable Lord standing with his hands was looking at him generally, although through the ghost mask that had never been removed, the expression on the face of the Venerable Lord must have been smiling, as if returning to the years when they had not tried to see each other and drew their swords a long time ago.

A faint sigh.

"Originally, I thought that the last trace of my mind condensed with the primordial spirit would not appear, but you have really come to this point, are there no ten of my disciples, but all this has no meaning to me......

"Are you still thinking about killing me again? Don't be nervous...... Regardless of whether I appear at this time or not, in fact, I have already been killed by Nanqiyue himself, this is just a trace of illusory thoughts that I have left at that time, and these words were finally prepared at that time, just wait for Nanqiyue to come to this point and it will be stimulated......"

"Killing Dao Sword, I condense killing intent into sword intent, do you remember Mr. Shen, he simply turned the killing intent in his chest into his own anger, so what about you, Nan Qiyue, isn't it very uncomfortable to confuse your own mind under the interweaving of the secret method of killing Dao and your self-cultivated illusion god technique?

The distant gaze under the ghost face seemed to penetrate Nan Qiyue's body and look into the distance, and after a pause, he continued to say slowly: "The killing intent is born from the heart, and the illusion is also born from the heart...... No matter how much the illusion god technique you cultivate, no matter how the secret method of killing the Dao, in the final analysis, it is still the Tao decision for the monks to practice, the heart is the form, the cultivator makes things, not for things, you practice it, immerse yourself in it, but in the end you still have to stand on it, as far as the self is concerned, the heart of the Dao is high and the clouds are for the sky, one law is me, one law is the original intention, the heart of the Tao is not stained, and the ten thousand laws are not destroyed......"

"The following is a little experience of my practice of the secret method of killing the Dao to maintain clarity and inviolation, the hardships and dangers that come do not need to be detailed, I will give them to you here, Nan Qiyue, you have to remember that the secret method of killing the Dao is not something that I can fully understand...... Besides, it's easier said than done, and the distance between knowing what to do and being able to do it well is like heaven and earth, even if I have finally taken the step of shattering the pill and turning into a god, I am still teetering on the edge of the cliff and cannot be freed......"

"Although I have already told you all the understandings, but the secret method of killing the path is not comparable to ordinary practice exercises, its treacherous secret places are like a dark sea of blood without the edge, if you still can't control yourself, you can realize the method of self-realization and rebirth after death, remember, the danger is very great, this is the last method that cannot be liberated, I hope to be cautious. ”

"It's still the same sentence, blessings, woes, you still need to slowly appreciate it yourself, no matter whether you will sink in the killing in the future, I will not see it in the end......"