He finally became an emperor, with unprecedented power, controlling the life and death of countless people, everything was so perfect.

"This is what you want, not what I want!"

The blood-haired young man sat on the dragon chair, dressed in an imperial robe, and he seemed to be talking to himself, but these words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the entire dark world heard them.

This is the first time that there has been a sound in the dark world, it is the voice of countless people who want to shout but can't shout, this is an incomplete world, a silent world!

The blood-haired youth's first cry after eons of time is the wish of thousands of people: "You have done a perfect and almost impeccable job, even I am deeply trapped in it, and the power is too tempting." ”

"Actually, the magic knife is not broken, he is always by my side. The blood-haired boy picked up the shattered bronze sword beside him, and the rust on it slowly dissipated until a sword instead of a sword, a sword not a sword, appeared in his hand.

What is it if it is not a magic knife, the blood-haired young man stroked the magic knife in his hand, and his hand slowly swiped through it until it reached the middle position.

"Bump"

The magic knife broke in the middle, blood flowed out of the broken hole of the magic knife, and the dragon had reverse scales, and if you touched it, you died.

The void shattered, and a portal appeared in front of him, and from the portal he could even see the outside world, and the light that had never been seen in the dark world shone in, warm, and made people infinitely nostalgic.

"I will follow my own path, and I don't need other people's arrangements. Pan Chen did not take the sunny road.

"Open it for me!" Instead, he tore his arms into the sky, and under the powerful force, the whole world seemed to be distorted.

"Late"

As if the silk was cracking, a huge crack opened in the sky of the dark world, and he ignored it and stepped out.

"Hmm"

There was a teenager lying on the empty ground, no breathing, no heartbeat, like a dead man, and suddenly the boy let out a ** between his snorts.

It turned out that he slowly opened his closed eyes, maybe he hadn't seen the light for too long, the young man hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, and it took a while to recover.

"Kid, you're finally awake. A gentle voice sounded in Pan Chen's ears.

The moment he heard the voice, his head buzzed, touching the weakest part of his heart, and the figures of the two old men gradually became clear.

Pan Chen looked at the two old men in front of him, his eyes were moist, it was the two old men who had raised him so hard, although they were not his biological parents, but they had the grace to recreate him.

The old man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dry hands, and comforted: "Why are the silly children crying? Haven't they all survived? Don't go to the mountains to chop wood in the future, you are still too young, if it weren't for Da Zhuang's father to go early this time, your little life would be gone, my old bones can still move, don't worry." ”

Although there were not many words, Pan Chen could feel the strong sense of care in them.

Life returned to square one, and after a few days, Pan Chen's injury was almost healed, and the people in the village said that he had a dream, and his head was a little not bright, and he actually said some strange words.

His life was very fulfilling, he went to the mountains in the morning to chop some firewood, carried it to the market at noon to sell, bought some food to go home, although he did not eat much, the three of them were very happy, and in the evening he went to Sun Shan to learn knowledge.

As the days passed, he was in his twenties, and he had grown taller, had more strength, and had more firewood to support his family.

He was lucky today, and he also hit a hare, which was beautiful, and he was about to go home to surprise the two old men.

"Bump"

Pan Chen's footsteps staggered, and the firewood in his hand fell to the ground, and his heart panicked, because at the entrance of the village, he saw several villagers falling to the ground.

"Big red, Erni, silly girl. ”

Pan Chen hurriedly rushed to the corpse, blood flowed all over the ground, the neat village had been destroyed, and the corpses were all over the field.

He rushed home like crazy, still holding out a glimmer of hope before he saw the results.

"No"

Pan Chen knelt on the ground on his knees, looking up to the sky and yelling, he couldn't believe the fact that the two old men were hanged on the beams of the house, their eyes were wide, obviously not blind.

The table at home had been set up, three pairs of dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed on it, and the pot was still steaming, apparently the two old men had prepared a meal waiting for him.

"Hey, there's another one alive. Behind him came a conversation between the two men who didn't care.

Pan Chen didn't speak, picked up the axe used to chop wood and rushed up, because of the long exercise, his body was very strong, after a moment of fighting, the heads of the two bandits were cut off by him, and placed in front of the thatched hut to pay tribute to the two old men.

From the mouths of the two dead bandits, he received news that his village had been slaughtered by a gang of rogues who were now ten miles west of the village.

In the night, Pan Chen walked forward quickly, and after a while, he found the stronghold of the robbers, the total number of robbers was about seventy, all of them were strong bandits.

On the first night he killed three bandits on duty, on the second night he killed five bandits, and on the third night he entered the room of the bandit leader.

He stood in the attic of the room for three days, silent, not moving, just looking for an opportunity.

On the night of the third day, the opportunity finally came, and the bandit leader did not practice but fell asleep on the bed, he lurked in front of the bed, raised the axe in his hand and slashed it hard.

"Hmph"

But his axe could not be dropped, for he was frozen in place, unable to move, and the leader of the bandits sat up from his bed.

His fate was miserable, he was hanged, and he was abused by different bandits every day.

His vitality is very strong, and after three more days of such abuse, his life is also coming to an end.

"Let's go"

In his confusion, he seemed to hear a familiar voice, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were torn, and in front of him knelt neatly more than a dozen people, both men and women, all of whom were once villagers of his same village.

"Huh"

The leader of the bandits held a large knife in his hand, and the bright big knife cut off the heads of one village name after another, and blood splashed more than three feet high.

After killing a few men, the bandits were not satisfied, and stripped all the women's clothes and enjoyed the ** of these women.

Pan Chen's heart was dripping blood, he hated himself so much, why was he so weak, why was he so incompetent? If he could be stronger, the innocent villagers would not have died miserably.

He wanted to close his eyes, but a bandit had already grabbed his head and opened his eyes so that he could see this scene with his own eyes.

His teeth rattled, his fists twisted, but it couldn't change the situation.

He wanted to kill all the bandits, crush the ashes, take out their hearts, and see if they were fleshy.

He wants to kill, he needs great strength!

After the last villager was tortured to death, the leader of the bandits came to him.

"See, it's all because you're too weak that they're dying so badly, it's all your fault, you know?"

"It's all your fault"

"It's all your fault"

"It's all your fault"

Countless voices rang out in his head, growing louder and louder, resounding in his consciousness.

At this moment, his heart was extremely angry, at this moment he clenched the fist in his hand, at this moment he was hateful, and the killing intent in his heart had reached the point of substance.

"Brush"

The swaying sword slanted down from the sky, and you could feel the cold of the blade from a distance.

He didn't seem to feel anything in the face of all this, he didn't care about life and death, but he couldn't bear the fact that the people in the village had suffered so much.

"Huh"

The knife was about to slash his neck, and the angry Pan Chen suddenly smiled, his eyes were as calm as water at the moment, but behind the calm was a chilling shiver.

"You're doing a good job, and I'm still underestimating you after all. Pan Chen seemed to be talking to himself, completely ignoring the falling blade.

The knife was still falling, and as if he didn't realize it, he continued: "You can see through a person's heart and know what is most important in my heart. ”

"Brush"

A sharp blade slashed through his neck, and a bloody head fell to the ground.

After a few laps, his skull stopped, blood splattering all over his face, making him look a little hideous.

The strange thing is that the head that fell to the ground actually continued to speak, and said categorically: "I can't give up what I want to protect, no matter what the price is, this is still your world, I didn't break free, if I promised you a strong power, I can become extremely powerful in an instant, if not, I can't avenge the villagers." ”

Pan Chen slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, it was like two lightning bolts piercing the sky, and he said word by word: "I need great strength, but I don't like to be manipulated by others, and I will avenge my revenge." ”

Heaven and earth change, ordinary ropes are difficult to restrain him, he is the master of heaven and earth, he has recovered the power of the emperor rank, yes, he has not yet stepped out of the world of the magic knife, and is still in the dark world.

He just waved his hand, and the arrogant robber disappeared in front of him, everything was so simple.

"It's time to finish. ”

His figure stood tall in the sky, and powerful forces flew out of his body, first the black iron soldiers, then the silver generals, then the golden war commanders, the purple jade war kings, and then a man who looked at the heavens and the earth condensed opposite him.

Yes, he gave up all his power, if he didn't give up, he would never be able to get out of the dark world, he could only be trapped in it forever, in the world of the magic knife, he could destroy the world, and he could control the life and death of countless people, but that was not what he wanted.

patted his body, cleaned up the dust, moved his limbs slightly, his whole body ached, and he stood up with grinning.

"I don't know what happened to the little fat man, hey," Pan Chen muttered to himself.

Flipping over the palm of his hand, a black pattern appeared on the index finger of his right hand, winding and twisting, like a small black snake, which was the blood transformation knife that had shrunk countless times.

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