"Senior sister, why are you so stubborn? That bastard killed Shizun, and he is our lifelong enemy. The traitor www.biquge.info Rakshasa actually did something to turn his back on his master. If I see him again, I will never let him go. The wraith removed the iron mask, and the two scarlet scars on his face were clearly visible.

Ordinary people may find it hard to imagine that this big disciple who is in the new generation of the reincarnation sect, who took the lead in fighting for his own reputation, also has lingering pain.

Not to mention him, even if it is the Rakshasa and the Nine Shadows, they have achieved a lot of fame, which one of them is not fought between life and death? What they pay will only be more sweat than ordinary people.

On the side of the resentful spirit, Jiuyou, who was also not wearing a mask, bowed his head and was silent. Under the light of candlelight, this terrifying killer, who is famous for his method of killing people in his dreams, actually showed a delicate expression, which is really loved and pitied.

Looking at Jiuyou's slightly clenched teeth, the resentful spirit roared angrily and slapped his palm on the stone wall.

"Miss him! You know that you miss him! Don't forget, he is your murderer! In the end, he died at your hands! No matter how much you think about him? Is it useful?

The stone wall is just the most ordinary rock, where can it withstand the power of the wraith's palm? It's still the spirit of resentment. Otherwise, with his ability, it would not be a problem for this mountain to be pierced under the palm of his hand.

The flickering candle flame lit up the cave flickering, but it was visible that the left arm of the wraith was empty, only the sleeves of his shirt fluttered.

Jiuyou still didn't speak, his two slender arms were tense and straight, and his ten fingernails were almost embedded in the flesh. Her heart ached again for no apparent reason.

Does a killer's heart hurt?

If even a killer is heartbroken, then he definitely doesn't deserve to be called a killer. Killers, all they need is to kill decisively, to kill the target at any cost. Indecisive, not killer.

Tears slowly slipped down the corners of her eyes and fell onto the back of her hand. Jiuyou can clearly feel that his tears are fiery and bitter.

loves someone, and because of the revenge of the teacher, I have to kill him. Is this the shackle of fate, or a tragedy deliberately condensed by God?

Jiuyou doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand why she can really do it.

Hate?

Is this kind of hatred really that heavy in the bottom of my heart?

Jiuyou was confused, she didn't just don't understand, but she didn't understand it at all.

Many years ago, she was no longer a qualified killer.

In the cave, apart from the angry roar of the wraith, there was only the faint flame of candles.

Casually pinched a trick, and Mu Ran's figure moved at an extremely fast speed. The speed of refining the Pure World Blue Lotus in the body has reached the extreme, but after many days, it has only completed less than one-tenth of it. On the three points of Qinglian's flat crutches, three treasures and jade ruyi, and Qingping swords, there are countless years of imprints of Daomen Sanqing. With Mu Ran's ability today, it is not easy to get rid of it easily.

Fortunately, the strength is always steadily improving. The progress was a little slower, but Mu Ran could feel the results from it, and that was enough. Progress is better than standing still or even regressing.

It's not that Mu Ran isn't worried about Xiao Luolan, but he knows that the other party has another chance. Coincidentally, he deduced that there was no danger in Xiao Luolan's trip, and he was afraid that Huangquan Dao took the initiative to love talents. His own exercises are not very suitable for Xiao Luolan, and it is really good to have someone who is not inferior to himself to help him.

After flashing and moving for dozens of days, Rao is Mu Ran, a person who has already opened his own "Dao", has his own world, and has almost endless mana, also feels a little tired. This kind of running like a life is much more tiring than playing life and death with others.

After dozens of days' work, the central world was almost trampled by him. Now his speed is surprisingly fast, naturally much faster than when he was a quasi-saint before. It was also because of his perseverance and perseverance that Mu Ran was able to successfully get rid of the old madman and pervert of the reincarnation ancestor.

Old madman and old pervert are Mu Ran's names for him. Up to now, Mu Ran has never seen a person with such good perseverance, chasing himself for dozens of days, just to know something that is not available.

Reincarnation Sect Ancestor, only now is Mu Ran sure that he has finally succeeded in getting rid of this old madman. If he continues to be chased like this, he will die of exhaustion, and sooner or later he will go crazy.

"After hiding for so many days, it's time to do what I haven't done for a long time. You have your pursuit, and I have my way to go. We do not conflict or contradict. Thinking of it, how many acquaintances, I hope you can really succeed. Mu Ran turned his head and cast his eyes in the direction behind him. There, that's where the reincarnation ancestor chased it away.

"Get rid of? Do you think you're free from the shackles?" Far away, a middle-aged man in a white suit also looked in the direction of the Reincarnation Sect Ancestor, and a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

The Lord God of the Lord died, under the sword of the Rakshasa who slayed. The peak quasi-saint is actually not very remarkable in front of the Taoist, especially the killer like Rakshasa who becomes enlightened by killing.

The reputation of the rakshasa was not much worse than that of the resentful spirits in the past. Now the demon sword is more famous than it used to be. Recently, he has killed too many people. Angels, demons, Buddhas, it is no longer known how many died at his hands.

He doesn't kill for the sake of killing, his knife is just for protection. But killing is killing after all, and it is a sin to use any reason as an excuse.

The way of killing is definitely not a good way. The longer you walk on this path, the more you will be blinded by the murderous heart, and even those around you will be recklessly slaughtered.

Jehovah's body died, but his soul was inexplicably pulled to a place he had never been to or seen. It is full of blue water.

One step out, Mu Ran had already come to the front of Rakshasa. Facing this murderous old man, Mu Ran didn't have any sense of fear.

"I'm back. Looking at those important people in the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace, almost all of them were here, and Mu Ran's heart was moved for no reason.

He and Rakshasa only have a verbal agreement. When the catastrophe came, even if the Rakshasa ran away, he would never complain more. This kind of thing is really normal.

But Rakshasa didn't. That's how he is, he fought for his life without hesitation.

"It's good to be back. "Rakshasa's face, smile, obvious. His murderous aura slowly receded. This old man, who was standing proudly in mid-air, suddenly seemed to lose his strength, and his whole person fell straight down.