Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin gradually understood the special words Yan Liuli left before.

If one day you are the enemy of the whole world, you must remember that you still have me.

The Shura Angel is probably destined to be a disaster that will not be tolerated by the world.

Over the past few days, Fang Lin has gradually thought about many things clearly. No one has still told him those unanswered questions, but now, he no longer needs anyone to explain them.

The answers are all in your heart.

Just like now, Fang Lin clearly felt the pure murderous intention and hysterical violence coming from deep within his heart. His red eyes seemed to be filled with cold hatred.

In Qingyun Sect, such murderous intent broke out so completely that Fang Lin almost didn't let anyone go.

Die, die all!

The disciples under Qingyun Sect were indeed innocent, but Fang Lin had no reason to let them go.

Song Qingyun was the cause of the current situation.

That's right, with Song Qingyun's existence, he is more like a cannon fodder pushed out by fate. Without this Song Qingyun, there would be another Song Qingyun.

The Shura Angel will definitely appear!

In the darkness, although Fang Lin's sword intent was overwhelming, Fang Lin's mind was sometimes immersed in killing intent, and sometimes he recalled the past.

Angel Shura walked into Fang Lin's life step by step. Fate was like an invisible hand, pushing Fang Lin in front of Angel Shura little by little.

They looked at each other, they were so close, they gradually melted into each other.

But Fang Lin still would not let Song Qingyun go, let alone the Qingyun Sect. He had once promised to destroy his entire sect.

But now, although Qingyun Sect has been destroyed, he, and they, still can't go back.

Fate is unlucky and fate is unpredictable.

In the darkness, Fang Lin's heart gradually calmed down again, and even the huge sea of ​​blood on Fang Lin's body began to flow.

Gradually it became calm.

However, the crystal clear blood color in Fang Lin's eyes did not weaken at all, and the fierce and murderous sword intent in Fang Lin's body did not weaken at all.

Time, I don’t know how long passed in the darkness.

Until a certain moment, Fang Lin's progress suddenly stopped.

"The Imperial Sword is no longer suitable for me now."

"Then, this new sword intent will be named for him."

"It is a fatal blow, it is nothingness, it is endless, it has a beginning and no end. When this sword comes out, it will cause the sky to fall into the underworld. When Shura is alive, it will be a disaster that all living beings cannot avoid."

"This sword will bring disaster to all living beings!"

The glistening blood-red sword was suddenly raised above his head.

A bloody storm suddenly rose from the tip of the sword into the sky, like a huge pillar holding up the sky, standing across the darkness here.

Calamity for all living beings!

…

When Fang Lin walked out of the darkness, the old man in sackcloth was still there.

Seeing Fang Lin approaching step by step, the old man in sackcloth looked at him quietly, and after a moment he frowned slightly.

Fang Lin didn't seem to have changed much, but there seemed to be something different.

"More than ten days have passed, I'm fine."

Fang Lin's eyes were dazed for a moment.

It's pretty much as expected.

Fang Lin returned at this moment, and he felt that time had passed for many days.

And Fang Lin has to return to Zhutian City to participate in the final decisive battle.

Six teams, it was a decisive battle between ten people.

But thinking about it these days, Fang Lin feels that the decisive battle

, maybe it seems a little boring.

Just a bunch of weak chickens.

Except, Mu Nanzhi.

Fang Lin still doesn't have a definite answer to Mu Nan Zhi's strength, but as far as Fang Lin is concerned, even if he faces her, Fang Lin doesn't think he will lose.

Fang Lin himself didn't even know what level his current combat power was.

The only thing that can be determined is that his cultivation is at the late stage of True God.

No matter how strong Mu Nanzhi is, it is impossible for him to escape from the level of the God King!

You must know that before, Mu Nanzhi's cultivation seemed to be at the late stage of True God.

"You're fine, I'm going to participate in the decisive battle. If we are destined to meet you in the future, we will meet you."

The old man in sackcloth was silent for a moment, but didn't say much.

He didn't say that he would also go to that decisive battle.

This is something he has said long ago.

In the darkness, Fang Lin's figure gradually faded away. The old man in sackcloth sat cross-legged for a moment, then stood up and looked in the direction of Fang Lin.

"It's really...an exaggerated murderous intention!"

"Your sword is no longer the sword it was before."

…

Fang Lin did not say goodbye to the other powerful men in the Forbidden Lands of the Heavens.

Fang Lin's speed was exaggeratedly fast, like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of meters passed. Those strong men on the edge of the abyss only felt the flash of Fang Lin's breath, and didn't even see the slightest shadow.

It wasn't until not long after that the old man in sackcloth appeared at the edge of the abyss that everyone here started to scream in surprise.

And when they heard the old man in Mai saying that he was leaving, many people inside opened their eyes wide.

After so many years, what happened today that this person is going to leave the mountain?

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On the boat, there was a gentle breeze.

The boat's protective cover is very delicate. The wind is howling outside, but through this layer of light curtain, only a little breeze can be let in.

On the rooftop of the top floor, Fang Lin was leaning on a lounge chair, resting his head on his hands and looking up at the sky.

At such a height, the sky is so pure that there seems to be no flaw at all, and all that can be seen is extremely pure blue.

Purity is really an enviable word!

Regarding the Qingyun Sect, although Fang Lin never revealed his name, Fang Lin did not hide his face either.

What's more, it's not that there are no escapees among those disciples, the master of Qingyun Sect is still alive and well.

To the outside world, the matter of Qingyun Sect has probably been spread all over the world for a long time.

Massacre all over the house, this move is tantamount to a demon cultivator butcher!

But Fang Lin didn't regret it at all.

No matter what the consequences are, the Qingyun Sect must be destroyed. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I will not be able to save them.

Zhutian City is getting closer and closer.

In front of the city gate, a familiar scene came into view, and Fang Lin's eyes were dull.

At ordinary times, Fang Lin's eyes are still the usual black, but the silver hair on his head makes him look a little more eye-catching.

Pedestrians who passed by subconsciously stayed away when they saw Fang Lin's appearance.

With this aura and appearance, it goes without saying that he must be a powerful monk.

Fang Lin entered the city smoothly and walked on the streets of Zhutian City.

The extremely wide road, although majestic, seems to lack some human touch.

Not long after, Fang Lin suddenly frowned slightly.

Faintly, from one direction in front, Fang Lin felt a breath, locking him directly from such a long distance!