"Sharpen the iron. Jimo got up hurriedly, "Where is he now?"

It has been nearly a month since I came out of the small secret realm, and I haven't seen the grinding iron in Jimo, so I really miss it.

Jian Invincible shook his head and said to Jimo, "He was seriously injured and dying, and he has now been sent to the Medical Immortal Pavilion." ”

The Qingcang Sect where Mo Tie is located is attached to the Forgotten Dust Sect, and the disciples of the Qingcang Sect are equivalent to ordinary inner disciples in the Forgetting Dust Sect and enjoy certain authority.

"He was seriously injured, how could this be?" Jimo was shocked, asked the sword to be invincible, and hurried to the Medical Immortal Pavilion.

The smell of herbs in the Medical Immortal Pavilion is strong, the pills are complex, and the screams of bitterness and pain are chilling when they hear it from afar, this place is more like a Shura hell, unless there is no cure, few monks are willing to come here. Except for doctors and medicine boys, there are few perfect people here.

Jimo quietly came to the grinding iron ward, only to see that the grinding iron was scarred, white bones in many places, his right arm was completely wasted, and the blood stained on the broken bone stubble had dried up, and he fell into a coma and was unconscious.

Jimo only frowned when he looked at it, Motie is a real man, he is reckless and arrogant, and he can be easily accepted by others, who is so poisonous.

The smell of herbs was strong, and all kinds of danxiang were mixed together, Jimo was slightly uncomfortable, and he waited anxiously for three hours, and Mo Tie finally woke up.

Seeing Jimo in a trance, Mo Tie cried bitterly, "It's over, it's all over, the Qingcang faction is gone, and the master died to save me." ”

Jimo was suddenly startled, and comforted Mo Tie softly, only real grief can make a man like Mo Tie cry bitterly, he needs to pour out and release it.

"Jimo, killing Cangsheng is not dead, he escaped from the small secret realm, became crazy, and killed more brutally, there have been more than a dozen gangs slaughtered, three days ago he slaughtered my Qingcang faction, if it wasn't for the master to block him, you and I would not be able to see each other again. "Grinding iron gritted his teeth, knowing that he would destroy the enemy, but he had no ability to take revenge, and he was bitter.

Jimo comforted Mo Tie, frowned and pondered, it has been nearly two months since the closure of the small secret realm, and Lu Cangsheng has been reborn with Tu Cang.

"Jimo, please avenge me, among the people I know, you are the only one who can help me. Mo Tie looked at Jimo with grievances in his eyes.

"This revenge will definitely be avenged, you take care of your injuries, don't think about it. ”

Jimo left the Medical Immortal Pavilion, with a heavy heart, killing the people alive and not dying, and more than a dozen sects were destroyed, he always felt that he had an unshirkable responsibility. He is not compassionate, nor does he see himself as a savior, he does not have that ability, nor does he have that mood.

In this world, the cruel reality, how many living beings die every day, even the monks who died in the hands of his Jimo, there are dozens of people.

The reason why Jimo's mood is heavy is that he just feels that destroying the common people is a responsibility that he has to bear. The killing of the common people was released by him, and all the slaughter, although it was done by the killing of the common people, why was he not an 'accomplice'.

The small secret realm of Heavenly Wolf Mountain, Eternal Night City, and the Second City, there are hundreds of thousands of living beings, and there are more than a dozen gangs in the Zhao Kingdom, and tens of thousands of monks.

How innocent these people were, why did they die, and how many of those who died were defenseless mortals.

Looking up at the sky, Jimo found that he was in a trance all the way, and he came to the front of Yanran's attic, the sound of the wind chimes on the eaves was crisp, jingling, the sound was short, and the aftermath was endless.

"Senior sister, what should I do if I make a mistake because of a mistake, causing irreparable losses and implicating innocents?"

Yanran turned her head, her temperament was as cold as frost, and the whole person was like a piece of ice, only those ever-changing eyes could reflect her true heart, "You should make up for the wrong things you have done, you already have the answer, why bother to ask me again." ”

"Thank you, senior sister. Jimo nodded. Yes, he already had an answer, turned around and walked towards the compound of the miscellaneous servants, he was hunting in green clothes, and his figure pulled down a faint long mark in the space.

Farewell to Lao Mo, Jimo left the Forgotten Dust Sect alone and went to Luofeng Prefecture in Zhao State, which was more than 10,000 miles away from the Forgotten Dust Sect and a long way away.

The Forgotten Dust Sect has loose management of the gangs under its door, and the Qingcang Sect in Luofeng Prefecture is separated by two states from the Forgotten Dust Sect, if it were not for the founding ancestor of the Forgotten Dust Sect who was a disciple of the Forgotten Dust Sect and has always been loyal to the sect, I am afraid that the current Qingcang Sect would not belong to the Forgotten Dust Sect for a long time.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, who cares about this?

Starting from the Forgotten Dust Sect, all the way to the south, it gradually became prosperous along the way, with more lanes and dense and huge cities.

Jimo has been traveling along the mountain road, passing through thousands of mountains, traveling for three days, and finally came to Luofengzhou. Regarding the customs of Luofeng Prefecture, Jimo also learned from the book.

Luofeng Prefecture is not big or small, most of the barren mountains and mountains, and the remaining small half is very prosperous, and the polarization is serious.

In those barren mountains and mountains, among the lush forests and bamboos, there are dozens of gangs, some strong and some weak, and the killing of the common people begins here.

Three days ago, the Qingcang faction was slaughtered, and before that, more than a dozen sects were also wiped out, but the killing of Cangsheng is still at large, and those gangs are in chaos and silent.

Except for a few powerful gangs, the rest of the gangs all sent their disciples to ask for help from the sect they were attached to, but these disciples were all gone, and no sect masters came to kill the common people.

Panic and uneasiness spread within these gangs, gangs are not as many as the sect, a powerful gang, there may be a monk in the sect.

But the fact is that many gangs have the Heavenly Beggar Realm Monk as the Supreme Elder, and the Qixuan Ninefold Heaven Monk as the Elder.

Jimo went to the Qingcang Sect, where he did not find a single living person except for the blood-stained ruins and collapsed houses, men, women and children, none of them were spared, and even the spirit beast was tragically killed.

The palace has collapsed, the carved fence and jade bricks no longer exist, the dried pool of blood has turned dark red, many corpses have been ** by foreign beasts again, the air is filled with corrosion and blood, this should be a fairyland in the eyes of mortals, but at this moment it is the Shura Dojo in the eyes of Jimo.

Killing the common people has passed, and there is not a single living mouth left.

A fire burned down the ruined ruins, Jimo left the Qingcang faction, and went to the other dozen or so gangs that were slaughtered, the situation was so tragic that he couldn't bear to look at it. Killing Cangsheng is a butcher, he doesn't know what else to do except kill.

After searching for a long time, the sky has darkened, the white moonlight is thrown in the mountains and forests, the sky is clean, the water has washed the general, adding a lot of coldness. Jimo went to all the gangs that were killed and destroyed, but he asked for peace of mind.

Everything left by those gangs was finally burned by Jimo, dust to dust, dust to dust, and the dead are gone, do you want them to expose their corpses to the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts?

Jimo fell on the lonely stone of a mountain cliff, bathed in the moonlight. The summer night was bleak and cold, and Jimo gently tightened his clothes.

The whereabouts of the people are uncertain, the gods are haunted, and they disappear for three days, and it is still unknown whether they will leave Luofeng Prefecture. Jimo is like a headless fly, it is too difficult to find the common people.

After seeing too many tragic ruins, Jimo's heart slowly calmed down, he carefully recalled the gangs that were slaughtered by the people, thought of the information about these gangs, and found that the comprehensive strength of these gangs belonged to the medium, but from the perspective of the order of slaughter, the strength of these medium gangs was getting closer and closer to the higher gangs.

"It seems that the killing of the common people is gradually recovering through killing, and he is now insane, and what dominates him is just that desire to kill. ”

Jimo had a plan in mind, and finally selected the target, and listed the gangs that might be killed in the next step, and found that there were three gangs that met these conditions.

These three gangs are at their peak, each thirty miles apart, but there are mostly cliffs and ravines, and there are many inconveniences in transportation.

If the killing of the common people really attacked a certain gang, the remaining two gangs, only the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Beggar Realm could leave, and the remaining monks could only wait to be killed except to watch the fire from the other side.

Jimo couldn't imagine how a madman would choose, but he thought of a butcher who would definitely choose this place.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Jimo runs the secret of concealing his breath, covering his breath, and waiting for the rabbit, which is a stupid way, but this method is the best way that Jimo thinks of now.

The moonlight was as white as practice, and the clear glow was cold, sprinkled among the thousands of mountains, and under the calm suppression of the night, from time to time there would be the cry of a lone bird and the roar of wild beasts, adding to the fear of these mountains.

Time is like fine sand that cannot be grasped between the fingers, sneaking through the fingers, the moon is dry in the middle, and the moon shadow is gone.

The night of trance has passed, and Jimo did not wait for the common people. The fog gradually lifted in the mountains, and the water vapor was abundant, and even the pine needles on the ancient pines in the mountains were covered with heavy dewdrops.

The fog rose strangely suddenly, and the fog was wrapped in abundant aura, which could block the line of sight, and the five fingers could not be seen. Jimo's heart tightened slightly, he took out the sycamore branch, and waved a green flame to clear the fog.

"Whoa!"

The familiar sound of chains came from the depths of the dense fog, and the tyrannical and murderous aura pierced the dense fog, stirring the universe, forming a cold glow.

Jimo sacrificed the sycamore branches, swayed the flames, the air was directly burned out of the vacuum, and the fog in front of him was also burned, he carried the halberd of inquiry, and killed in the direction where the sound of the chain came from.

Lu Cang really came here, that is, he waited for the rabbit to succeed, but the strange fog in the mountains made Jimo unexpected.

The sound of the ping-pong fight did not last long, and only the miserable wails remained, and those who heard it were terrified. The fog obscured the view, and the scene was chaotic and one-dimensional, just a one-sided massacre.

"Kill the people, this time between you and me, there should be a final understanding. ”

Jimo finally made his way through the fog and raised his halberd to block the flying chains. The blood on the chain gathered into strands, and I don't know how many corpses were strung together, and it was difficult to see at a glance.

"Peng!"

The corpses all exploded, blood splashed, stumps flew, and blood mixed in the thick fog, dyeing this sea of fog a dark red.

The two iron chains were infused with spiritual energy, and they were suddenly erected, like two narrow cold blades, squandering the breath of death......

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