I said I would turn back time

As Lin Xing gradually left the range of the spiritual cave, the concentration of evil energy and spiritual energy around him gradually stabilized.

And in this stable state, his perception of evil spirits became more and more acute.

If it were Lin Xing in the past, he might not know anything about the subtle changes in the evil spirit.

But at this moment, after practicing some time ago, Lin Xing has become more and more sensitive to evil spirits.

Within his sensing range, his mind could sense that the concentration of evil energy in the entire environment was rising.

Although the rate of increase is extremely slow, it is indeed increasing bit by bit.

Duanjian and Bai Yiyi were also surprised when they heard Lin Xing's words.

Duanjian said: "The Immortal Court is still releasing evil energy? That is not impossible... After all, this is not the first time they have done this."

Lin Xing sensed the change in the evil spirit, frowned and said, "I want to have a more comprehensive understanding of the environmental problems here to see what the situation is..."

Although in his current perception, the evil energy in front of him is still growing extremely slowly, and it seems that it has not affected the direction of the real world for the time being, but if it continues to grow like this, both the mirror world and the real world will turn into a real hell.

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's body accelerated slightly and was already shooting towards the west of Fucheng.

In his perception, the concentration of evil energy there was higher.

"Evil?"

Sensing that in the house not far away, there was a deformed baby monster gnawing flesh and blood in the arms of a female corpse, Lin Xing chopped it into pieces with a thought, including the house and the monster.

Duanjian sighed: "The evil spirit is strong, and chaos breaks out all over the city. I'm afraid there are a lot of evil spirits in this city."

Lin Xing didn't say anything, he just killed the evil spirit and continued moving forward, slicing up some madmen and monsters as he pleased along the way.

boom!

Amidst the thunderous roar, he was already like lightning, bringing up waves of air and shooting out.

…

A thin man raised his head, looked in the direction of the loud noise, and said in surprise: "Is it thundering?"

Next to him, another fat man said: "It's not raining, so what's the thunder? It seems to me that there are masters using their advanced martial arts, and that's why the thunder was heard."

Just behind the two of them, there were more than a dozen men and women wearing New Army uniforms who were searching the streets, looking for something in the blood and corpses on the ground.

At this moment, a pressure fell from the sky, shocking everyone present to kneel to the ground one by one, shouting in the air: "General!"

I saw a man with a knife on his waist standing quietly in mid-air, looking at the corpses on the ground and saying, "Where is Fan Mao's team?"

On the ground, a woman picked up a long sword, pointed to the minced meat and blood on the ground, and said nervously: "This is Fan Mao's sword. It seems that he was killed."

The thin man who just spoke speculated: "Judging from the traces at the scene, a swordsman master chopped Fan Mao into pieces, and then Fan Mao's men started killing each other. In the end, no one was spared."

The general with his feet in the void had murderous intent rising in his eyes, and he said coldly: "A master of swordsmanship?"

He suddenly smiled: "I like the people who are trapped in the camp. They dare to kill people in front of me. It's interesting."

"Find him. Since the person I like was killed by him, then I will do the same to him."

Today's Donghai City is divided into more than a dozen groups of people fighting with each other, either to compete for the power of the new country, or to seek enough benefits, or to start to explode their strong nature after the death of the president. …

Among these people, the two major forces, the Presidential Palace and the Shenyin Camp, are the strongest.

Ye Qianlang, the leader of Shenyin Camp, did not follow the president to the present world this time, but stayed here.

In that night, he ran through the city and defeated the masters from all sides, which was even more powerful.

But while other parties were seizing the time to grab people and money, or to seize territory and power, Ye Qianlang dismissed these. Instead, he led his strong men to fight everywhere, and attacked anyone who was slightly dissatisfied. Destroy their entire family, and either recruit or kill the strong ones they like.

"What's the use of a bunch of trash, no matter how many things they steal? They're just saving them for me."

Ye Qianlang slowly grasped the long knife at his waist, and an awe-inspiring killing intent penetrated him and the long knife.

Looking at the firelight all around and the corpses on the ground, he felt happy.

"Three years, three years of being suppressed by that stupid old thing, finally made me wait for this day..."

Ye Qianlang was conquered by President Wan Daoxian three years ago.

Before serving Wan Daoxian, he was the leader of a group of bandits in the southwest.

The reason why Ye Qianlang became a bandit was not because he lacked ability and could not join some first-class powerful forces, but because he was unwilling to accept any restrictions.

Grab what you want, kill people you don't like, rob beautiful women... Satisfy all your desires without any scruples. In Ye Qianlang's opinion, there is nothing happier than this in the world. .

Ye Qianlang was once a refugee. He didn't remember who his parents were or where he was born.

As far back as he can remember, he has fought for food with dogs. When he was six years old, he stole with other beggars. When he was nine years old, he stoned an old beggar to death over a half-eaten chicken leg.

He always remembered the feeling when blood rushed to his face for the first time.

It was hot, fishy, ​​and seemed to have a sweetness that he had never smelled before.

He grabbed half of the chicken drumstick in the opponent's bowl and took a bite. He only had one thought in his mind: It turns out that killing people is so enjoyable, and it turns out that chicken drumsticks are so delicious.

Although he misses this feeling in his heart, at the age of nine, he has already understood his own weakness and the dangers of this world. He must learn to disguise and take action when he is most confident.

So he could only resist the urge in his heart and continue to hang out among the beggars, living by begging, stealing, and robbing... all day long.

As the days passed, he gradually became the boss of a group of beggars, and the desire to kill in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But he is very cautious and always carefully restrains this desire. Every time he can't bear it anymore, he will only attack the homeless people who are alone.

Relying on this caution in his heart, he was never caught and became the oldest beggar in the land.

But at the age of nineteen, he was still imprisoned.

It was not because he was caught for murder, but because something was stolen from a wealthy young man on his property, and he was imprisoned just because of the other party's orders.

After a few blows with the killing stick, his skin and flesh were torn and half of his life was taken away.

Then he was thrown into a cold and damp cell, feeling that his skin was covered with sores and his body was broken, and he was constantly unconscious and woken up by pain.

Thinking that he was going to die in prison like this, a strong desire gradually surged in his heart.

It would be nice if I could kill one more person before I die.

Anyway, there is no need to endure it anymore.

So he took advantage of the other prisoner in the cell to sleep, sneaked up to him, and bit the man's throat open.

Seeing the other person's eyes wide open and struggling continuously, and feeling the other person's life breath gradually draining away, he only felt a force coming out of his body like a flashback.

At the same time, an earthquake occurred in the city, and half of the cell collapsed.

When the guards guarding the cell outside rushed in, they saw blood all over the floor.

The entire cell had been killed.

And Ye Qianlang has also disappeared.

Only later did he know that that night was called a great change in the world and a surge of inspiration.

That night, natural and man-made disasters broke out in many cities.

It was also from that night that he found that he was getting stronger and stronger as he killed people to his heart's content.

By beating people to death with his fists, his fists became harder and heavier, and he even began to develop some basic skills.

Running quickly to chase and kill him, he ran faster and faster, and his related skills also improved rapidly like never before.

Can you become stronger by killing people?

He just felt that this was simply the most wonderful thing in the world, and this was the mission given to him by God.

So after he escaped from the county town, he went around killing people and stealing goods.

When he was hungry, he would sneak into a farmer's house, kill the whole family, and slowly eat the farmer's stored grain.

After seeing a powerful martial artist, he stole and snatched the secret books from the small martial arts school and began to teach himself martial arts.

After understanding the spiritual cave, he often sneaked into the spiritual cave, went to the living world to steal weapons, and robbed the living people to obtain food and information.

He also found a living old man to give himself a new name - Ye Qianlang.

Ye Qianlang killed more and more people, became stronger and stronger, acquired more and more martial arts skills, and obtained more and more resources...

In the third year of the Great Change of Heaven and Earth, he had mastered the third inheritance and became the big devil that everyone talked about in several provinces in the southwest.

Everyone who met him said that he was a rare genius and a born martial arts saint.

Ye Qianlang also feels the same way. He believes that one day, there will be no one in this world that he cannot kill, and there will be nothing that he cannot grab.

But it was also that year that a man named Wan Daoxian came to him and defeated him with one move.

In the past three years, he has become a general under Wan Daoxian. Under the violent suppression of the other party, he has to obey the other party's orders and accept various orders of the new country, the constraints of military discipline, and the rules of officialdom...

"Three years... In the past three years, I have suppressed the thoughts in my heart every day and watched those pig-like things showing off their power in front of me."

"For me these past three years, every day has been like a year. However, the suppression of Wan Dao Immortal has prevented me from smoothing my thoughts. Even my martial arts has been difficult to improve..."

"I know that Wan Daoxian did this on purpose."

"He is afraid of my potential. He is always worried that I will surpass him, and he will never dare to accept his suppression of me."

"But now... Wan Daoxian is finally dead!"

After a night of slaughter, smelling the smell of blood in the air, Ye Qianlang felt extremely happy in his heart at this moment.

Especially after killing Wan Daoxian's wives and concubines left in the city, the martial arts that had been stagnant for a long time also made great progress in this series of battles.

Ye Qianlang made up his mind that he would never be suppressed by anyone or bound by any rules in this life.

He wants to slaughter all the powerful people inside and outside this city, and use the mountains of blood and corpses of thousands of people to pave his way to the fourth generation and become the fifth Immortal Emperor.

Just because he understands that compared with the fight for power among those in the city, only becoming stronger, only strength is the basis for dominating everything in this troubled world.

At this moment, a subordinate said from a distance: "General, there are similar sword marks here."

Another soldier looked at the sword mark that cut open people and houses, and exclaimed: "What a powerful swordsmanship. This man must be a long-established swordsman."

"Master..." Ye Qianlang's murderous intention became more and more intense. He stroked the long knife on his waist and said calmly: "The master I want to kill today is the master."

He sent his men out in all directions.

Ye Qianlang's murderous voice echoed through the air.

"Find them all for me!"

"Follow the sword marks he left!"

"I have to dig three feet into the ground to find him!"

…

after an hour.

The suburbs on the west side of Fucheng.

Lin Xing's sleeves rustled with the strong wind in the sky.

He looked at the endless land beneath his feet, but he could feel the endless battles and killings taking place in it.

During his recent exploration, the closer he got to the northwest, the stronger the evil atmosphere became.

Although the difference is very subtle, and he may be the only one who can sense it inside and outside the city, the phenomenon it represents is very dangerous.

Especially when he spent another hour sensing the changes in evil spirits, he was certain of one thing.

"The evil spirit is coming from the northwest, and it is getting stronger bit by bit as time goes by."

"Although this process is extremely slow, it is only a matter of time if it continues and turns everyone in the two worlds into madmen and monsters."

"That Dog Fairy was secretly planning...could this be this?"

Lin Xing thought for a moment and then looked at the city at his feet. He was not willing to leave the city full of lunatics and monsters.

Fortunately, from a certain perspective, these people are actually easier for him to manage than normal people.

There might even be heartwood that can be used to refine the next immortal weapon, which will provide some assistance for his next actions.