"Kill?" Ghost Bu's eyes lit with a faint soul fire.

Ghost Bu didn't know anything about this killing, so he was a little sluggish.

The Yaksha uncle and the Rakshasa Ghost Xuan were all stunned when they saw that the ghost cloth didn't know anything about "Killing".

In the Ghost Domain Purgatory Star, there are still existences who don't know how to kill?!

This is really a big trick in the world!

Every time "Killing" comes out, it is a monstrous sea of blood in the ghost domain, in order to win the killing, almost everyone in this ghost domain seems to be crazy, fighting each other and assassinating, that time is not a river of blood?

And this "Killing" itself is also extremely mysterious, with killing the Tao, cultivating this kind of **, naturally the power is undoubted, not to mention the killing of heaven and earth, it is said that there is a big secret, containing the cause and effect of life and death.

However, the skeleton at the moment doesn't even know what it means to kill?

This killing duel was discovered by a great Shura in the ancient period of the Rakshasa clan, after this Shura practiced the killing duel, he killed one person in one step, the blood flowed thousands of miles, and the floating corpses spread for thousands of miles, and he was respected as a generation of "killing gods".

And the prestige of this killing duel has been passed down in this world since then!

Onibu didn't know how to kill, which made the Rakshasa Clan's Oni Xuan extremely dissatisfied and resentful, looking at Onibu's eyes was not quite right, and the Yaksha who was holding the iron fork was crying and laughing, looking at the look of laughter. But at this critical moment, the Yaksha couldn't speak, and gave Onbu a general introduction to the killing.

"In short, this killing is extraordinary, it can be called a book of heaven!" Uncle Tai said.

His eyes were earnest, "Daoyou only needs to shoot once, and I will borrow you to see this killing!"

Hearing this, the Rakshasa clan's ghost Xuan was already like thunder, this killing was the supreme holy relic of their clan, if it was spread out like this, wouldn't it be laughed at by people all over the world.

He saw that the ghost cloth was standing in place, his own cultivation was only in the blood coagulation stage, not high, and he didn't put it in his heart, but beside him, the strange monster looked unfathomable.

"Kill life and death" Ghost Bu pondered, and suddenly his mind lit up, and the soul fire in his eyes jumped a few times.

"I want this killing!" Ghost Bu said suddenly, his voice cold.

Since cultivating this killing decision can know the cause and effect between life and death, then, if you cultivate to the extreme, you will be able to know the reason why you are the way you are now! Not to mention that it is possible to recover your state!

Thinking of this, Onibu had already made up his mind in his heart.

Hearing his words, Uncle Tai and Ghost Xuan were both stunned.

Uncle Tai said: "Your Excellency is too domineering, right?!"

Ghost Xuan said: "If you want to touch the holy relics of our clan, you should be punished!"

Ghost Bu didn't speak indifferently, but turned his head to look at the Soul Devouring Beast.

The Soul Devouring Beast immediately expressed its loyalty, "The little soul understands!" After saying that, he flew towards everyone with his teeth and claws.

"Divine power, swallow!!" The Soul Devouring Beast sneered, opened its mouth, as if swallowing heaven and earth, and directly swallowed a Rakshasa monk into its abdomen.

When the people saw that their soberness was not good, they immediately fled in all directions.

After all, among these people, the most advanced cultivation is Uncle Tai and Ghost Xuan, but their cultivation is only just a primordial infant, and for the Soul Devouring Beast, these people are just food for the stomach.

"Kill!" Without Ghost Budo's command, the Soul Devouring Beast accelerated and flew towards Uncle Tai, and almost in the blink of an eye, it had already come behind Uncle Tai.

This yaksha also sensed the wind behind him, and his heart was shocked, and his mouth roared angrily: "Do you know that I am"

Before he could finish his words, he was swallowed by the Soul Devouring Beast.

The Soul Devouring Beast shook his head and shook his tail, "It doesn't matter who you are, uncle, I can swallow anything, hehe!"

In the midst of laughter, the Soul Devouring Beast had already come to the front of the ghost cloth.

"Leave no one behind!" Ghost Bu beckoned, and the Soul Devourer's face twitched, "Little Soul Zi understands. ”

I saw that his soul cloud was shaken, and then more than a dozen gray lights were shot out and quickly fled in all directions, and with the current cultivation of the ghost cloth, he couldn't see what these lights were.

Then, in the Soul Devourer's extremely reluctant eyes, he spat out an ordinary-looking tattered parchment scroll and the Iron Fork of Death.

"Is this the killing?" Ghost Bu glanced at it, put the killing decision away, and continued on his way

The two entered Rakshasa City, which was home to the mortals of the Rakshasa clan.

Although the Rakshasas here are mortals and have never cultivated the truth, every Rakshasa is extremely bloodthirsty and ferocious, which is by no means comparable to ordinary beasts.

In the city, all kinds of monsters are leisurely and leisurely: there are skeletons, zombies, souls, Shura, Yakshas, in short, all kinds of existences are swaggering in the Rakshasa City! In the city, because of the support of the Rakshasa Shura, everyone gets along with each other and has never met each other.

Onibu appears ordinary among these monsters.

He found a good suite in an inn, handed over five soul crystals, and sat cross-legged on the bed with the intention of cultivating that kill.

"One day, I will definitely go back!" said Ghost Bu lightly, no one could feel the firmness in this sentence

Rakshasa City is backed by Mount Shura, which is 108,000 zhang high and reaches to the sky, and it is said that no one has ever been able to climb this Shura Mountain.

According to rumors, the Shura Mountain is a blissful world that has escaped the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation!

At the foot of this Shura Mountain, it is the Shura Dao.

Ghost Xuan, the enforcer of the Shura Dao Sect, chased the young master of the Yaksha clan Uncle Tai, but failed, but today he returned in embarrassment, and flew directly to a secret room to tell the Shura Dao Venerable about the loss of the killing.

"Venerable, the killing duel is lost again!" Ghost Xuan said tremblingly.

"Huh?" Shura Dao Venerable's voice was cold, "Look for it again! This killing decision can only be in the hands of my Rakshasa clan!"

It turned out that the killing duel had been lost for many years, and a few days ago, Shura Dao got the news that it was the trace of the killing duel that reappeared in the Xiuzhen realm, and under the tracking of the ghost Xuan, it was also found that the killing duel was on the body of the young master of the Yaksha clan, Uncle Tai. However, the ghost cloth and the soul devouring beast intervened, directly causing the killing to be lost again.

"Yes!" Ghost Xuan knelt down, cold sweat already wetting the shirt on his back

Ghost Bu looked at the bland "Killing" in front of him.

An extremely bland ancient book, tattered, and still rotten when used as toilet paper.

However, this is the killing, the famous killing!

Knowing the importance of the killing, there was no slightest wave in the heart of the ghost cloth, he quietly looked at the killing decision lying in his hand, and after being silent for a while, he finally planned to open the list of killings.

Turning the page quietly, perhaps, the mystery of the killing will soon flow among the mysterious ancient words.

The years seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the ghost cloth looked at the killing in his hand and was stunned.

Wordless!

There is no word in the killing.

Onibu frowned, as if sensing something was wrong, and quickly closed the "Killing".

If I die, then what am I now?

Killing, why is there no word?

Time is like water, months in a flash.

He saw the killing, without words and without the slightest progress.

Pacing on the streets, despite the bustling flow of people, all of a sudden, Ghost Bu found that he was so out of place with the world. Every face is so unfamiliar, without the slightest cordiality, a trace of inexplicable panic and anger, lingering in my heart.

Ahead, an aging Nakshatra suddenly collapsed and left the world.

Onibu took a look and left silently.

As he walked, his heart grew more and more afraid!

Perhaps, I don't know when and where, I will be like the old man, just like the old man, just like this, leaving no trace

His heart suddenly ached, and it seemed that everything was as it was yesterday.

The idea of killing business, like a breeze, echoes in the soul of the ghost cloth.

All of this, what can't be killed?

Even if it's yourself, you can!

I opened the killing duel again, and there was still no word.

However, Ghost Bu may understand a little bit about the way of killing.

On the second day, he left Rakshasa City and went to a place called "Bloody Abyss", where there was a hazy fog all year round, but there was a blood-colored spiritual fruit called "Blood Condensation Fruit", which was of great benefit to the cultivation of monks. Moreover, this kind of blood condensation fruit can usually be exchanged for some good treasures in the exchange, and it is often said that the blood condensation fruit is in short supply among low-level monks.

This is the time when it blossoms and bears fruit, and many monks will go to the Bloody Abyss to collect this blood clotting fruit.

This bloody abyss is actually a very strange place.

If there is no one, there will be no blood clotting fruit!

Anyone can be a blood clot.

Therefore, as soon as you enter the bloody abyss, step by step crisis, if you don't die, you die, I die!

The hazy fog, this place is dead and silent, and there are few people, but this bloody abyss is not in vain, with the cultivation of the blood condensation period of the ghost cloth, when I come here, I feel that in this dead silence, there are murderous opportunities lurking.

Ghost Bu was cold and resolutely stepped into the bloody abyss.

As soon as he entered the fog, he was greeted by three rays of cold light that flew towards his eyebrows, fortunately, the ghost cloth had already been on guard, and the "chaotic life" in his hand flashed lightly, and the three fatal poison-quenching flying knives were sent away, and he condensed his mind and looked around.

The person who sneaked up on the attack, missed the blow and disappeared immediately.

In the bloody abyss, there is no road, only wandering, or life, or death!

Ghost Bu was bent on feeling the killing decision, and the awe-inspiring killing intent echoed in his soul, and after a little thought, he simply walked straight forward.

Listening to the wind, the tragic sound echoed from time to time, and the ghost cloth didn't care.

In the bloody abyss, there is killing, and there is blood clotting.

This blood condensation fruit is very useful for skeletons in the blood coagulation stage, and low-level monks can also take it, but for high-level monks, the blood clotting fruit is tantamount to a chicken-like existence, even if it is a monk in the golden pill stage, they will not take a second look at the blood coagulation fruit. Therefore, there are very few monks of the Jindan period or above who come here.

After all, if you're not careful, you'll die.

The footsteps are light, but the ghost cloth on the first layer of the blood coagulation period has already become a blood clotting fruit in the eyes of many people!

He took a hundred steps, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared.

"It's really sad that a low-level skeleton in the early stage of blood coagulation dares to come here. The dark shadow had a hoarse voice, low and bloodthirsty, without the slightest emotion.

The shadow is like the wind, and the shadow is empty.

When it reappeared, the black shadow had already been cut off with one hand!

The chaotic iron fork in Ghost Bu's hand blocked head-on, and with a rumbling sound of breaking through the sky, his figure flew out upside down.

"Hmph!!" the black shadow snorted faintly, as if he had not taken the life of the ghost cloth under the blow, and was a little dissatisfied.

He seemed to be unwilling, his mouth squirted, and he sacrificed his magic weapon, which was also a fork, but it was silver and ghostly.

"Kill!" a low cry of voice, and a black shadow rushed in.

More than a dozen moves, moves to kill, danger is everywhere, after the ghost cloth of the quenching period, the skeleton is extremely hard, but it can't bear it, and cracks gradually appear.

"Messy life, chaotic life, chaotic life!" Ghost Bu murmured in his heart, this chaotic life, although it is the heavy treasure of the Yaksha clan brought by the young master of the Yaksha clan, but in the hands of Ghost Bu, it can't emit one ten-thousandth of the energy, which is really a pity.

It seems that after understanding the complaint of the ghost cloth, the chaos shook in his dry arm, and saw that one of the finger bones of the ghost cloth's right hand turned into powder with a bang, and each pure white jade finger bone contained a huge amount of energy, which was absorbed by the chaos at this time.

Chaos comes straight out of the air!

Like a ray of lightning, piercing through the heart of the black shadow, there was not even a trace of counterattack.

Chaos flew back into the hands of the ghost cloth.

Looking at the palm of his right hand, which was missing a finger bone, Onibu was stunned for a moment.

But then, he walked over to the dead man and sat cross-legged.

The killing decision is in the heart, slowly opening, and the killing intent is invisibly and even stronger

And the dead body lying on the ground, blood gushing like a spring, soon, a blood flower bloomed in the heart.

The blood clotting fruit is also slowly taking shape.