Killing the two of them, his footsteps did not stop for a moment, and walked step by step in the direction pointed by the crow. In his mind, he recalled the scene of killing the two monks with the spirit of the tiger, and he couldn't help but feel secretly excited. The murderous aura in the body is even stronger, and every time he takes a step, the momentum on his body rises by one point.

Satisfying!!

When fighting with the tiger's spirit, Emperor Shakti clearly felt that every inch of flesh and blood in his entire body was constantly beating, exuding an unusually happy feeling, that was a kind of cheerfulness, the blood was happy, that seemed to be a natural nature. The desire to fight, the deep yearning for that kind of bloody battle.

Fighting, constant fighting.

In the body of the King of Beasts, the blood of battle flows. The ancient demon cultivator's innate instinct to fight was also constantly stimulating his nerves. made a strong fighting spirit emerge from him. A feeling of not vomiting and unhappy, and the agitated mood constantly echoed in the chest.

In ancient times, almost all ancient demon cultivators. For martial arts, for combat skills, they have immeasurable talents, and when they fight, every time they fight, they are extremely passionate and enthusiastic. That's the clash of power, it's the contest between combat skills and combat skills. In contrast, that kind of battle, in ancient times, was the most powerful means of the demon clan.

Legend has it that in ancient times, powerful demon cultivators. You can break the void and smash the stars with your combat skills at will. Pinch the sun and the moon. That kind of earth-shattering supernatural power. Almost a powerful embodiment.

All this time, Shakti fought. Most of them rely on the Seven Sins Demon Qin and even their own tiger roar sound waves to fight the enemy, although they are strong, but they lack the unique feeling of real battle that is respectful to the flesh and bloody. Feel that blood, that thrill of fighting. Until today.

With just one sword, when he slashed the two monks alive, the blade was slashing through their bodies, and the pleasure in their flesh and blood was indescribable.

This is the bloody nature of the man's heart, the unique fighting spirit. This indescribable mood kept echoing in his chest, making him feel like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Raised eyebrows. Evil air overflowed between the eyebrows. Cold, incomparably cold.

A song I had seen in my previous life couldn't help but come to mind.

"Men are good, be violent. Matter and benevolence. The two do not stand. Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly. Immortal karma is all in killing

I couldn't help but spit out a singing voice in my mouth. This murder song, this man's line. When he saw this ballad for the first time, there were countless prides in his heart, and the seven blood in his chest were tumbling, and he couldn't wait to be on the iron-blooded battlefield in ancient times. Be a real man.

As soon as this song came out, every time he spit out a sentence, the infinite battle intent entrenched in his chest seemed to be like an extra box, and it broke out directly, and a sense of comfort appeared throughout his body. The mind seemed to have reached a kind of sublimation at this moment. The fighting spirit on his body, every time he utters a sentence, he rises by one point. The steps under your feet also move forward in rhythm.

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather. There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp, galloping around the world, only boasting about swords and guns. If you want to find this kind of now, you will catch the moon shadow in vain,"

"Whew!".

The mind was agitated, and the whole person stepped into an indescribable situation without warning, and with each step, the mind seemed to begin to metamorphose, sublimated in the song, and the various things that had happened since the rebirth on this purple gold continent appeared in my mind; The mind was immersed in the murderous song. The whole person. Really began to slowly integrate into the world around you. The Tiger Spirit is a natal divine weapon. Under the harmony of the mind, I couldn't help but make a tiger roar on the knife. The domineering in the knife is even more awe-inspiring.

"You don't see, the erection of the Confucian bee raises the strong man to die. Since then, Shenzhou has praised benevolence and righteousness. Once the Central Plains were in turmoil, the scholars wept like cowards. I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit. Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule. Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage."

"Cut the shares and drink the wine, talk and laugh and be frightened. Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks. Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love. Go out of the west gate. Twilight turned back. God is tired and sleeping, the battle horn suddenly leaves the mother, and the mother is sad and the child is not sad. The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return. Killing the world, the tragedy shocked the underworld

Songs full of murderous intent continued to echo in this wasteland of dry bones, spreading far away. In the dark, the song seems to be able to move the heavens. The sky above Emperor Shakti's head unexpectedly appeared a terrifying blood-red color. In the blood, there are countless golden iron horses, the sound of killing.

Walk on the song, one step at a time. The mouth is singing and the voice is terrifying. The mind involuntarily enters an incredible situation, emptiness, no, is an inexplicable sublimation. In the first killing of the Tiger Spirit, it completely aroused the innate fighting intent and the killing nature in the Emperor's body. In this bloody murder song of ancient and modern men, it suddenly caused a kind of resonance, and he was naturally immersed in that kind of intention.

In the wasteland of dry bones, it was the battlefield of antiquity. The land of the killing, remnants in this wasteland. I don't know how many heroes were buried, as soon as the murder song came out, it spread in this wasteland, and there was also a scene that no one could imagine, leading to the hidden river; , I don't know how many heroic resonances. Faintly, under the dry bone wasteland, the afterimage of the little genius who seemed to be ignorant appeared. Roaring around the Emperor Shakti.

Devil Cry!!

These are all wisps of divine soul left over from the fall of the supreme powerhouse from ancient times. It was supposed to be buried in the ground, but the emperor sang a terrifying "Murder Song" in this wasteland, and the incomparable pride in the song caused countless remnant souls to awaken from the ground. Constantly rushing out of the ground, surrounding the emperor.

But at this time, Shakti's entire mind seemed to be completely immersed in the song. He has no sense of the outside world, but just walks step by step.

"Kill one person in three steps, and your heart will not stop. The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain. The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy. Murder in dreams. Smile and shine. The daughter Mo Xiang asked, what is the murder of a man? In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were devoted to harming people, and morality was never true. You don't see it, the lion and tiger prey gain prestige. Who has pity on the poor elk? The world has never been strong and weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain. Jun Xiu asked, men have their own men

"Bang Bang!!"

The countless remnant souls seemed to be immersed in the violent arrogance of the song, and they actually knocked on the blades in their hands one after another, making countless killing sounds to set off the song. That tragic breath. Echo over the wasteland. An even more strange sight appeared, and a broken spirit followed Shakti step by step, plunging into his body.

On his forehead, the purple king pattern jumped up wildly at an immeasurable speed, bursting out with a brilliant purple divine light. Every soul. All naturally rushed into the body and rushed into the king pattern. The king pattern slowly turned into a purple flame entrenched on his forehead. Every time a divine soul rushed into his body, the momentum on his body involuntarily rose a point, and the aura emanating from his body was more of a tragic killing.

"Men are good, be violent. Matter and benevolence. The two do not stand. The man is in the killing arena, and he is as bold as a bear and black as a wolf. If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart. Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents. There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere

In the wasteland, the devil cried. The sky was a bloody one.

"What's going on, how did this happen in the wasteland, oh my God, these are all souls buried under dry bones, how can they escape. There must be a big murderer born. ”

"Listen, everyone, this singing, this singing is good" is so domineering. Who's singing. ”

"Could it be that these spirits are drawn out by singing? Who wrote this song? I heard the urge to kill someone with a knife

At this time, in the wasteland, there was not only the emperor Shakti, but also a group of monks, and the singing echoed in the wasteland, and, as time passed, the singing became louder and louder, not only resounding through the wasteland. It also went to the entire Nanban and constantly reverberated away. All those who hear this song "Men's Walk" and this "Killing Song", whether it is a human, a demon, or even those birds and beasts that have not yet given birth to spirituality, involuntarily rise up in their bodies with a sense of pride.

At this time, it was in front of Shakti. A group of blackfriars looked panicked, listening to the song ringing in their ears with fear and doubt. Among them, there is the pair of men and women who fought with Emperor Shakti back then. Almost all the monks in the wasteland gathered here.

"Bang!!!"

The footsteps are very steady, and the singing in the mouth is still the same:

"Men don't tremble, there are songs to listen to: killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. If you slaughter millions, you will be the best of the best. The male is the male, the way is different: see through the thousand-year-old name of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life majestic. Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished. It is better to teach 10,000 people to grit their teeth and hate them, and not to teach them to scold me. Looking at the world for thousands of years, where does a hero not kill?"

"Kill!kill!kill!!"

The body is still moving forward, dragging the tiger spirit in his hand, and countless gods and souls are constantly centering on it. Madness poured into him. This scene is extremely weird, and I am afraid that no matter how powerful a person is, he will fall his eyes in fright on the spot when he sees such a scene.

The three killing words spit out, and the surging murderous aura rose directly into the sky, running through the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon. The whole turbulent wasteland trembled violently.

The Ten Thousand Bone Soul Eater Trees that grew on the wasteland let out a strange roar, unusually evil.

A murder song unbelievably triggered the entire wasteland, producing such earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods.

And the emperor who caused all this was still immersed in that inexplicable artistic conception. It is simply not clear that such a change will occur. It's even more unclear. What kind of transformation and future will this change bring to him?

"This song, yes, Shakti?"

The morning light in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, his face changed instantly, and he suddenly stood up, looking at the dry bone wasteland in disbelief.

The first boy line made me quite excited, there is a feeling of blood boiling, the ten thousand demons are only now beginning to really roll out, and then the leakage * point is infinite let us accompany the boy, together to kill a bloody road by the way to ask for a vote, any ticket is OK