In those years, the cultivators we cut together

There is one thing to say, this mission is actually very different from the missions Lin Xiaolu has been exposed to in the past.

In the past, Lin Xiaolu would do everything with others when he went out, but this time he was really acting alone, with a very single purpose, which was to kill and save people.

According to the news from Quanzhen, Xiuye ​​Zongchun is currently working with Dongying monks and Dongying troops in the Chuanguo Zhouguo and Jinguo in the hinterland of Shenzhou. Lin Xiaolu is going to these three countries.

He left that night, took the elixir given by Sun Tangliang, and didn't see Jiang Ning. Just like when Jiang Ning left, he only left a letter for Jiang Ning and went on the road in the dark.

The love between children may not be suitable in this era of wars and smoldering flames. Most people living in such an era tend to bury their emotions in their hearts, and bury their hearts in a place where spring flowers bloom.

After all, in this era, many times, a brief parting is eternal, but Lin Xiaolu believes that everyone who has appeared in his life will meet again sooner or later.

Just like Uncle Zhang Yong, Xiao Shuanzi, Mom and Dad, they must be somewhere in the world, thinking about themselves happily~

At night, at the silent Datang Pass, the young man carried a bag of dry food and gold ingots on his back. Just like when he left Emei, he waved at Ye Qingluan and Ah Yi who had come to see him off, and then simply left.

The beginning of a new era is often like this.

A bleak night, a lonely boy, an ordinary package, a simple farewell.

Then, from this moment on, a magnificent new era opened up, and the journey to world fame also fully blossomed. A thing called a miracle, from this moment...officially began!

And Ye Qingluan, who was seeing him off, also looked at Lin Xiaolu's back, and couldn't help but recall the past.

When she was very young, she watched her younger brother leave with such reluctance, and the younger brother laughed and shouted at her who was crying at that time:

"Senior sister, I will definitely go out and do something big, just wait for me."

Looking back on the past, Ye Qingluan took a deep breath, and then sighed at Lin Xiaolu's disappearing back:

"Xiaolu, become an assassin who will scare the people of Japan!"

Beside him, Ah Yi ate the chicken leg that Lin Xiaolu left for him, and said vaguely:

"Brother Lu is too talented to stay in Emei all his life, he should go to heaven."

Ye Qingluan heard the words, thought for a while, and then punched Ah Yi, causing his nose to bleed.

At the same time, somewhere in China, in a wilderness.

Wugou, who was dressed in a clean white monk's robe, looked at the city in front of him with doubts on his face, and Liu Yuniang beside him also showed vigilance.

"Master, the smell of blood is so strong."

Wugou nodded, and then entered the city gate with Liu Yuniang.

At the gate of the city at this moment, there are several corpses lying there, they are soldiers defending the city.

There were knife marks all over the soldiers' bodies, which was horrible and shocking.

Seeing the corpse, Wugou's usually gentle eyes froze suddenly, and then he flew towards the city impressively.

Flying all the way, the streets and alleys are filled with countless mortal corpses, and every corpse is covered with frightening traces of torture. It is hard to imagine what kind of torture these ordinary people have suffered before.

At this scene, even Liu Yuniang, who used to eat countless people, frowned.

She used to be a monster, but cannibalism has always been devouring and killing people, and she has never tortured people, but the corpses in front of her are different. They were played on purpose during her lifetime. She even saw many naked female corpses, Lying naked on the street, with sword wounds all over his body, and...

What the hell did this do?

Even a monster by myself can't do such a thing!

She looked at Wugou while flying, and was startled when she saw his gloomy face without saying a word.

Since she knew her little master, this is the first time she has seen her master's expression. In her impression, her silly little master always looks gentle and gentle no matter what she does, but at this moment, this look, It's almost murderous!

"Wow~"

In the sky, the two were flying, and a loud cry of a baby suddenly sounded from the southwest direction, and at the same time, there were piercing laughter of men and desperate screams of women!

Wugou's eyes tightened, he turned around and flew to the place where the incident happened, the speed was so fast that Liu Yuniang couldn't keep up.

His flying speed was extremely fast, his spiritual power surged crazily, and he arrived at the scene of the incident almost instantly, and the scene he saw next made the eyes of the always compassionate Wugou tear open!

When Liu Yuniang arrived at the scene, she was in a daze.

In the blood-stained courtyard, Wugou's back was facing her, and the monk's robe, which was always as white as snow, was now stained with bright red blood, making it look particularly dazzling.

After a long time, Wugou turned half of his face away, his delicate face was stained with bright red blood.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yuniang stepped back a few steps, her beautiful eyes surprised:

"Master, you"

Wugou smiled bitterly, the smile was extremely beautiful:

"Disciple, as a teacher today, I will not be a Buddha~"

……

……

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, the palm with black nails pierced the old man's chest and came out from behind. Large swaths of plasma gushed out, and the heart held in the palm was still trembling slightly. On the wrist full of plasma, there was still a Beads that have become red.

"grandfather!"

"Master!"

"father!"

All the men, women and children held down by the Dongying monks screamed, but the old monk didn't care at all, but smiled gently at the old man in front of him:

"Sect Master Huang, please rest in peace."

The old man who lost his heart opened his mouth, his eyes lost his focus, and he murmured helplessly: "Let go...my...family..."

The old monk nodded with a smile, and then violently crushed the old man's heart.

"Plop" the old man fell powerlessly to the ground, and died with his eyes open in despair.

After killing the person, Xiu Ye Zongchun shook his blood-soaked hands in a contented manner, then looked at the family members who collapsed and cried compassionately, and said a sentence in Japanese to the subordinates around him:

"Not a single one."

"Ha Yi!" The subordinates nodded.

In the elegant courtyard, Xiu Yezongchun listened to the continuous screams, strolled leisurely for a while, admiring the Shenzhou courtyard full of elegant art, and finally, his eyes fell on a fruiting pear tree .

He raised his hand and picked a pear from the tree, and started to eat it with big mouthfuls due to the blood on his hand.

And half an hour after eating, a cultivator at the alchemy level flew over from a distance, holding a pitch-black ball in his hand, landed beside him and respectfully said:

"Master, the collected Wraiths."

The old monk ate the blood-stained pear and nodded vaguely:

"Collect the ghosts of mortals and those of monks separately. After the people inside die, collect theirs and send them to the ghost king."

"Understood!" The monk nodded.

The old monk continued to eat pears leisurely, laughing while eating:

"It's still Daoist E's doing the whole job, using the wraiths of the Chinese people to deal with the Chinese people, making them kill each other in disguise, tsk tsk tsk, the poor monk is not as good as him."

After talking and laughing, he threw the half-eaten pear to the monk, and said lazily:

"You are rewarded with pears, don't waste them."

"Thank you, host!" The monk took the pear and ate it in big mouthfuls, not daring to dislike the blood on it.

Soon, the screams in the courtyard gradually disappeared, and a group of Dongying monks walked out with blood all over their bodies, and followed Xiu Yezongchun out of the main hall of this sect.

At this moment, the square outside the main hall was filled with the corpses of the disciples of this sect, and the bloody smell soared to the sky, and the blood was all over the sect, making it impossible for people to set foot. Red blood table.

Xiu Ye Zongchun stood in front of a group of Dongying monks, turned his head to look at the plaque of "Yangyizong" on the hall, and smashed it with his palm.

Afterwards, he left with his subordinates, took out the paper and pen from the ring at the same time, and crossed out the Liangyi sect recorded on the paper.

Well, it's time to go to the next sect.