"Die!" Ling Feng's face was hideous, his left hand held a black knife, and one after another sword lights continued to slash out, forming a tornado storm, and at the same time, the spiritual light mirror also continued to spit out golden pillars of light, and Ling Feng himself was not idle, his right hand pinched the law decision, and three wind blades with a length of one zhang came out of the air, roaring and killing Wu Mo.

Ling Feng is really crazy, before the other party's reinforcements come, Wu Mo must be killed in one fell swoop, for this reason Ling Feng no matter the cost, crazy manipulation of magic weapons, casting mystical methods, regardless of the consumption of true power, just to kill Wu Mo.

"This kid, it's really crazy!" Wu Mo couldn't help but be angry when he saw the overwhelming sword light, golden mang, and wind blade, he thought that Ling Feng would run away desperately, he would fight with Ling Feng, delay the time until his senior brother Ao Yan arrived, who would have thought that the result was the opposite, Ling Feng not only did not run away, but attacked more and more fiercely, this fierce offensive, even if Ao Yan was here, he didn't dare to resist.

"Block it for me!!" Wu Mo roared, the blood-colored demon god behind him stepped out, holding a giant axe, as if opening the sky, blocking in front of Wu Mo, and at the same time, Wu Mo himself did not dare to slack off, a ball of blood-colored light wrapped him himself, but before he could use any more means, the overwhelming attack took the lead in pounceing on the blood-colored demon god, and in just a breath, the huge body of the blood-colored demon god as high as ten zhang broke inch by inch, but the remaining attack was still strong, and it bombarded the blood-colored ball of light without hindrance.

"Touch!" The sword light, the golden mang, the wind blade, all bombarded the blood-colored light ball without missing anything, and the light ball broke instantly, but this layer of blocking was really useful, breaking through the protection of the blood-colored light ball, and the remaining attacks were also a lot weaker, but even so, Wu Mo still flew upside down fiercely, a ball of red blood spit out of his mouth, and Wu Mo's body smashed into the woods on the side.

"Ahem..... Cough... Damn boy.... cough!" Wu Mo fell in front of a boulder, almost covered with blood, fortunately, Wu Mo is also a monk of the body refining stream, his body is strong, if he is another monk, I am afraid that this blow will be torn apart, although Wu Mo is not in a good state at the moment, but at least he saved his life.

Take out a pill from the storage ring and swallow it in his mouth, but Wu Mo's injury at this time is too serious, not only in the body, but also in the body, there are serious wounds, all the internal organs have been severely damaged, although the pill is effective, but it is still much worse to heal this terrifying injury.

At this time, Wu Mo had no other choice, at most half a pillar of incense time, Ao Yan could come, he didn't want to lose his life like this, otherwise he would be too wronged, in the powerful survival* With the support, Wu Mo gritted his teeth, and took out a transparent vial from the storage ring, the bottle was full of emerald green liquid, shining in the sunlight, extremely beautiful, looking at this bottle of spiritual liquid, Wu Mo also had an unbearable look in his eyes, but when he thought that Ling Feng might attack at any time, he didn't dare to hesitate, uncorked the bottle, and swallowed it all in one go.

After swallowing the spiritual liquid, Wu Mo's whole person was wrapped in a ball of green light, a rich breath of life spread, the wounds on his body healed and scabbed at a very fast speed, and the organs and meridians in his body were also rejuvenated after the baptism of the spiritual fluid, but in a moment, Wu Mo seemed to have completely changed as a person, and even the true power consumed was replenished.

"Hmph!" Although the injury has recovered, Wu Mo's mood is not very good, that bottle of the liquid of the soul was personally given by his master Zi Ning Dao, it has the effect of almost the flesh and bones of the living and dead, he is only this bottle, you must know how precious this liquid of the soul is, even tens of thousands of spirit stones may not be able to buy, now that it is consumed here, he is naturally unwilling, but in order to save his life, he can only do so.

"Die!" The trees in front of him were cut off by a black knife light, and then Wu Mo saw Ling Feng holding a black knife and shrouded in seven-colored light, his eyes were wide open, but his heart was extremely frightened, he was also a killing god on weekdays, his hands were stained with countless blood, he had experienced thousands of battles of life and death, and even fought with a strong man of Ao Yan's level, but none of them could make him so afraid, even the mysterious senior brother, he did not have the horror of Ling Feng in front of him, this was a feeling from the depths of his soul, facing the current Ling Feng, his soul trembled a little。

"Run!" Wu Mozai couldn't afford to fight, he picked up the giant axe and went straight into the air, he didn't understand why he was so afraid of Ling Feng, but his instinct told him that he had to run, if he didn't run, he would die!

On the other hand, at this moment, Ling Feng's face no longer had the initial hideous color, hidden under the seven-colored light was a calm face like the sea, but his eyes were extremely complex, which seemed to contain all the emotions in the world, anger, joy, sadness, hatred, and even killing intent.

Ling Feng's heart also fell into an unprecedented realm at this moment, he had forgotten that Wu Mo would have reinforcements, he had forgotten the mysterious master behind Wu Mo, Ao Yan and the others, he had even forgotten his name at the moment, his identity, what he was thinking about now was just killing!

He didn't feel strange about why Wu Mo suddenly recovered, he only had one thought in his heart, kill Wu Mo, kill the person in front of him, everything will be over, it is this killing intent, even Wu Mo, who has been stained with the blood of thousands of people in his hands, is afraid.

"Kill. Ling Feng lightly spit out a word, his right hand shook forward, and six seven-colored chaos flying swords appeared, like a rainbow of light, and instantly killed behind Wu Mo.

"How is it possible!" Wu Mo was shocked and angry at the moment, those six flying swords that were just true power conjure, but they were like real magic weapons, whether it was the speed or the aura of destruction emanating from the flying sword, all of them made Wu Mo afraid.

"Break it for me!" Wu Mo roared angrily in his heart, enduring the fear in his heart, holding the giant axe tightly, the blood-colored lines on the axe shone brightly, dyeing the entire axe blood-red, and wielding the giant axe, Wu Mo at this moment turned into a demon god, and under the axe, the earth was cut out of a deep ravine, and the six flying swords were also broken.

"Whew... Hu ..... "Wu Mo was also extremely tired after swinging this axe, but he didn't dare to stop at the moment, Ling Feng stepped on the spiritual light mirror, held a black knife, and rushed towards him like a god of death, the original demon god demeanor was thrown out of the clouds, all he wanted to do now was to escape, delay time, and wait until Ao Yan arrived, he would be saved."

"Bloody!" Ling Feng stepped on the speed of the spiritual light mirror to control the sky, no less than the speed of his flight, in the face of Ling Feng, who was chasing relentlessly, he had nothing else to do at the moment, his right hand turned into a blood-colored demon hand, and slapped on the giant axe fiercely, and suddenly the giant axe turned blood-colored, and at the same time, a bloody ghost figure emerged from the axe blade, and for a while, a strong killing intent and bloody aura filled the entire space.

Wu Mo's double-edged giant axe, in terms of grade, is actually inferior to the black knife in Ling Feng's hand, let alone compared to the spiritual light mirror, but this double-edged giant axe was personally refined by Wu Mo using the art of blood refining, and every person killed could suck his resentment and evil qi into the axe, and the more people he killed, the stronger the power of this magic weapon, and it was a real killing soldier.

The trick Wu Mo used at the moment was actually to release the resentment and evil qi contained in the giant axe and the thick murderous aura accumulated by the magic weapon itself, and there was no actual attack effect, strictly speaking, it was a kind of illusion, but this killing illusion that gathered thousands of people's resentment and evil qi was enough to scare a mortal to death, even a cultivator who entered the Dao realm would be trapped by this illusion for a period of time, only an extremely evil person like his master could regard this illusion as nothing, and in his eyes, Ling Feng, who had a short cultivation time, would definitely fall into this killing illusion。

"Hmm, where is this?" Ling Feng only felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the originally lush jungle mountain range instantly turned into a blood-colored space, this space was filled with a strong killing intent, evil aura and resentment, and thousands of miserable ghosts covered in blood continued to surround Ling Feng, and the terrible ghost howls even the monks would be frightened.

But Ling Feng didn't react in the slightest, he continued to fly forward, but at this moment, Ling Feng's heart fell into chaos.

"Why, why am I not afraid?" Ling Feng had a question in his heart, this kind of scene, this evil aura, was enough to make a monk feel sick, and although Ling Feng was superior in strength, he was only nine years old, and his life experience was much worse than those monks who had cultivated for hundreds of years, but why, he didn't react to all this in front of him?

Why?

He still remembered the scene of his first killing, it was to fight for the chilling grass, he pierced the chest of a monk with a black iron short sword, and the blood dripped on his face, that was the first time he smelled blood, the first time he smelled death, the resentment of the monk when he died, it was always circling in his mind, but why wasn't he afraid?

Abandoned by his parents since he was a child, he spent five years in a wandering life, he saw that the intrigue in the world, the struggle for power and profit, for the silver, for the power, they can kill their relatives and friends without hesitation, in fact, he saw countless deaths at an early age, cultivating his heart like an adult.

Later, he was adopted by his grandfather, brought to Tianyinguan, and came to the more cruel world of cultivating immortals, if he didn't have the strength, he would be bullied, and his friends who lived and died together for a hundred years could turn against each other for a magic weapon, if it weren't for the protection of his grandfather, he would have died thousands of times.

That's right, why should I be afraid? Death or something has long been commonplace, but he doesn't realize it, because he doesn't have the strength, he can only hide the strange thoughts in his heart, and the moment he breaks through to the transcendent realm, somewhere in his heart, something, begins to awaken.

There is no need to be afraid, on the road of cultivating immortals, death is the most common, and in order to pursue the ethereal path of eternal life, how many monks have fallen. How many monks have spilled their blood in other places, why should they be afraid? Their own hearts, their own ways, at this moment, Ling Feng realized.

His heart, his way, since he has stepped into the path of cultivating immortals, why should he be afraid of death, why should he resist killing, there are all kinds of killing between the world, as a monk, why should he resist his own heart? Just do whatever you want.

"Chop!" At this moment, Ling Feng's eyes returned to their previous brightness, the blood in front of him also disappeared, the heavy scenery of the Cangyu Mountain Range appeared in front of him again, a heroic aura descended, taking the opportunity of chasing and killing Wu Mo, Ling Feng realized his true heart, and his name had no way of his own.

Your own heart is the heart of killing, and your own way is the way of chaos, and it is also the way of killing.

A black sword light slashed down in the air, but Wu Mo, who was not far away, had a look of despair on his face, and muttered to himself: "Why? Why? Why is it useless? No..... I don't want to die here!....... I don't want to" But before he could finish his words, the sword light mixed with color and darkness cut off his head, leaving him strong in the flesh, and letting his heart be unwilling, and he died, and everything was empty.

"Since you have embarked on this path, why fear death, which is only a part of the monk's life. Ling Feng stood high in the air, his eyes were indifferent, from this moment on, his Dao, his life, changed from now on.

ps: This chapter is very important.,It's a change in the protagonist's mentality.,Writing this chapter is really worth writing three chapters.,My head starts to hurt after writing ~~~.