Internet blasts me as the Drunken Swordsman? I release millions of evil spirits

Chapter 59: Kill more to get a clear mind! Kill more to get a clear mind!

"Master, is it really okay for you to have so much karma?"

"Karma will cause your mind to become unstable and give rise to inner demons!"

Sweet potato is a little worried.

These are all A-level evil gods with official positions!
The karma brought by killing one person is greater than slaughtering all the living beings in the strange world and the blue planet.

Killing tens of thousands of people with just one sword, this huge karma would give even a saint a headache!

Once the inner demon is formed and takes over the physical body, the owner will become a complete demon!

Jiu Yue looked at Jiangnan's back and felt that cold breath again, which was extremely evil and terrifying.

As Jiangnan's blood was rising.
The group of weird creatures that followed him felt like they were in purgatory, and they were vaguely uneasy.

Hearing Hongshu's words, Jiangnan remained calm and said indifferently:

"What's there to be afraid of with just a few weird karmas? My enemies are the saints of the heavens. Their karmas are truly endless!"

"The Sage Tongtian was defeated by the Four Saints. He was too merciful!"

"I will not follow in his footsteps. My heart of Tao is extremely clear!"

"The easiest way to solve a problem is to kill all those who are causing the problem!"

"Kill Jimei, kill Guinan, kill Ligui, kill Guiwang, kill Guishen, kill the Saint's clone, I have been killing all the way to now, and my thoughts are becoming more and more clear!"

Jiangnan's voice filled with murderous intent spread across the sky and earth and reached the depths of the void.

Sweet Potato was stunned where he stood, a look of horror on his face.

Good guy!
It turns out that the master has embarked on the path of proving his truth through killing!
Isn't it a kind of enlightenment to think only of killing?

At this time, Hei Wuchang, who was at the back and had escaped the disaster, was so frightened that he was shaking all over.

In just a moment, tens of thousands of ghosts died in front of him, and Hei Wuchang was completely panicked.

“Senior! Senior Fan Wushe!”

"My name is Fan Wujiu, and we both have the surname Fan, so maybe we are from the same family. Please show some mercy!"

Hei Wuchang fell quickly from the air, crawled on the ground, and kowtowed frantically for mercy.

"With your family? What a joke! Come to my Bloodthirsty Sword and meet your sister!"

Jiangnan looked at him and smiled.

But this smile was very creepy in Hei Wuchang's eyes.

Just when Jiangnan was about to take action.

A voice came from the Bride City, interrupting his movements.

"Uncle Jiangnan, can you hand him over to me?"

Soon, Fan Wushe's figure came to the city wall and asked.

"He is your ancestor?"

Jiangnan was a little confused.

Are these two really a family?

"Yes, he is the only ancestor of our Long Tongue Clan who has become a god."

Fan Wushe nodded, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

When he saw Hei Wuchang, he sensed a familiar aura.

When I heard the name Fan Wujiu, I was sure of it.

This is the leader of the long-tongued clan ten thousand years ago.

Hei Wuchang, who was kneeling on the ground in the distance, brightened up when he heard this.

He never expected that his people were still alive.

It seems like she is even trying to plead for him!

Thinking of this, Hei Wuchang's heart was relieved and he begged for mercy even harder:

"Senior, for the sake of our relationship as grandparents, please let me go!"

Jiangnan ignored him and looked at Fan Wushe and said:
"Since he is your ancestor, I'll leave it to you to handle."

Upon hearing this, Fan Wushe nodded.

Then he flashed in front of Hei Wuchang.

See this scene.

I don't quite understand sweet potato.

Just let it go so easily?

This doesn't seem like the master's character?
Is it to give face to Fan Wushe?
If this is true, Fan Wushe's life is worth it!
Only two saints can save people from their master!
September was also quite surprised.

Fan Wushe can enjoy such treatment, so it’s not unreasonable for her to want to crawl into her master’s bed!
"Grandfather and grandson, help me up quickly. I want to thank Senior Fan!" Hei Wuchang said happily as he looked at Fan Wushe in front of him.

"Are you worthy enough to call me grandson?"

"Fan Wujiu, I think you are getting old and confused!"

"You have been in the underworld for tens of thousands of years. You must have completely forgotten about the Long Tongue Clan, right?"

Fan Wushe had a sneer on his face.

Upon hearing this, Hei Wuchang's expression changed drastically and he looked angry.

Although he once looked down on the people of the ghost world, he is the ancestor of the long-tongued ghost clan after all.

"Are you trying to kill your ancestors? You are committing treason!"

When Fan Wushe heard this, he burst into strange laughter.

"You are no longer worthy of calling yourself the ancestor of the Long Tongue Clan. If you offend Master Jiangnan, you will be killed!"

"You think I'm saving you? No, no, no, I want to kill you myself!"

As soon as these words came out.

The veins on Hei Wuchang's forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"You are just a piece of trash from the lower world, not even qualified to go to the underworld, what right do you have to kill me?!"

However, just as he finished speaking.

The aura of a B-level ghost god was revealed on Fan Wushe.

A powerful and mysterious aura quickly gathered in his hands.

Hei Wuchang showed a look of surprise.

He was able to break through to the C-level ghost god, but it consumed tens of thousands of years of accumulation of the Long Tongue Ghost Clan.

The breakthrough to the A-level ghost god depends on the natural resources and treasures from the underworld.

It’s a small ghost world with scarce resources. It’s absolutely impossible for a B-level ghost god to be born!

"How did you do that?!"

Hei Wuchang asked in disbelief.

"Hehehe, you don't deserve to know!"

The moment Fan Wushe finished speaking.

I'm ready for a fight to the death.

He threw out the strange energy condensed in his hand and attacked Hei Wuchang.

"How can I, a dignified A-level Ghost God, be frightened by you?"

Hei Wuchang looked at the evil aura that was approaching him, and contempt flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, Hei Wuchang unleashed an A-level evil god's might and swung out a powerful and mighty palm.

The huge phantom of a palm seemed to be able to easily disperse Fan Wushe's attack.

Fan Wushe suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

On the distant city wall, Hongshu frowned when he saw this scene.

"Not good, Fan Wushe is one major realm lower than the other party, and he is ultimately left behind in strength!"

When the group of fierce ghosts saw that Fan Wushe was having some difficulty in dealing with the situation, their faces couldn't help but become heavy.

At this moment, Hei Wuchang smiled smugly and looked at Fan Wushe with disdain:

"Waste is waste after all, and grandparents are still grandparents. You are wishful thinking if you want to kill your ancestor!"

After hearing this, Fan Wushe's aura suddenly surged, and his vitality was rapidly dissipating, transforming into terrifying energy.

"How dare you! I am the ancestor, and you actually want to blow yourself up and die with me!"

Hei Wuchang looked like this, his pupils contracted, and he roared angrily.

Fan Wushe stopped pretending and said madly: "You will die today!"

"What a joke! I'll scare you to death first!"

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly.

The self-destruction of a B-level evil god is no joke.

At such a close distance, even he didn't dare to be careless, as he might be traded for one if he was not careful!

The next moment, as Black Wuchang's aura rose again,

A huge phantom of a palm rushed towards Fan Wushe with unstoppable force.

At this moment, Jiangnan's figure appeared in front of his palm without any warning.

Bang!
He swung his sword lightly and easily neutralized Hei Wuchang's attack!

(End of this chapter)