Leisurely cultivating life

Impartially, it landed a few steps away from that middle-aged man.

A powerful aura emanated from the young man, covering the entire street in an instant.

"True Light Cave, Ge Mujing, here to learn, please give me your advice!"

woohoo~~

In the turbulence of the air current, the indifferent voice echoed endlessly in the sky.

Ge Mujing looked at the middle-aged man, feeling slightly surprised.

Under his divine sense, there seemed to be something wrong with this person.

On the breath, there seems to be a faint fishy smell.

That's the smell of blood.

He is very familiar with this smell.

Only thousands of lives were slaughtered, and the mind fell down.

Falling into a state of killing without thinking or thinking, without the slightest lust.

But this middle-aged man is walking on the street majesticly at this moment, just like ordinary people.

"This is... how many times..."

Suddenly, a cool breeze rose in Ge Mujing's heart.

Immediately, he saw a pair of eyes that were half clear and half red.

Zhang Chukun looked at the shadowy young man in front of him, his whole body exuded faint fluctuations, and the sheathed scimitar in his hand was emitting a clear light all the time.

Wisps of invisible saber energy swam through the fingertips, obviously, they didn't come to play with him.

It's just that when Zhang Chukun looked at the shadowy young man, the red half of his eyes flashed red for an instant, as if he wanted to suppress the clarity of the other half.

Fortunately, in his sea of ​​consciousness, a statue of a god stood upright, exuding a faint light.

Suppressing his mind, he will not completely fall.

However, if there are more killings, this fragile balance will be broken.

No matter how miraculous the image of a god is, it is still supported by his own spirit.

If it breaks the balance, it will be natural and inevitable that it will completely fall into the state of killing without thinking or thinking.

At this moment, he was trying to suppress the killing urge in his heart.

It is only [-] miles away from Xuanlian Peak.

He didn't want to waste all his efforts.

I don't want to kill anymore.

Zhang Chukun looked at Ge Mujing, his fingers trembling slightly and his voice hoarse.

"Walk……"

He has already killed many people who are as indistinguishable as the person in front of him.

However, Ge Mujing waited for three days and spent a huge price to find out his trace, how could he just retreat like this.

"Please enlighten me!"

He made a sound again, and at the same time, he also tightly grasped the sheathed scimitar in his hand.

Just waiting for Zhang Chukun to speak.

"I...let you...go..."

The voice was deep and deep, like the whisper of an evil existence under the abyss.

Ge Mujing frowned, obviously he could see that something was wrong with Zhang Chukun.

But the desire for fame prompted him to let go of the slightest bit of guard in his heart.

Instead, speak out again.

"Please give..."

Not finished yet.

"die!!!"

A wave of murderous intent that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, released once, rushed towards Ge Mujing like a wave.

It even enveloped the entire county.

In an instant.

Everyone in the entire county felt a little cold.

On the five-storey cloud pavilion, the scholar in a suit of indigo robes, the young man in a black blouse, and a luxurious brocade robe with complicated patterns are staring blankly at Zhang Chukun and Ge Mujing on the street. .

They were just in a good position to see this scene.

As for the former, they naturally knew each other, and they were still talking about this person just now.

And the latter.

The robed scholar's expression changed, "Brother!"

However, Ge Mujing couldn't hear his words.

Zhang Chukun interrupted him indifferently, his eyes turned completely bloodshot.

Boom~~

He stepped on.

For a moment, the surrounding air shook, and a terrifying and decisive sword intent shot up into the sky.

The surrounding pavilions, shops, and even the foundations trembled violently.

Zhang Chukun stretched out his hand and made a phantom of an ancient blue and green sword appear in his palm.

Compared with a year ago, the phantom of the ancient Qingbi sword is almost solid today.