My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

People will always be inexplicably poked at a point that seems insignificant to outsiders, and they will seek life and death for it.

Yan Zhou was different, his pupils that had been silent for several days burst into a frightening purple again, and that spiritual power overflowed the end of his eyes and flew wildly at his temples.He stood alone by the window sill in depression, surrounded by gloom, as if he was a different person, as if another person who had been sleeping deep in his soul woke up.

"Are you afraid of death?" Yan Zhou said in a barely audible voice. He looked down at all living beings, and the place where his spiritual power spread turned into ruins, and the entire inn fell apart under everyone's noses.

"Then they all die."

At this moment, Yan Zhou said what he didn't say when the gods confronted each other 10 years ago.

In the world of dog days, what do all living beings have to do with me, all of them are going to die!

Looking at the mortal body that was yelling at him a few seconds ago but now running around, he couldn't stop laughing, they were all ants, all ants.

Since I'm so afraid of death, why don't I learn to be good, eat and drink enough, and find a place to cool off, isn't it?Learn from the uprising condemning the overthrow of dynasties!

Yan Zhou had only one thought, the massacre blinded his eyes, these few days of innocence and asceticism are all illusions, backlash must be a heavier price.

This is a thorn, a pain that can never be healed, and suppression will have no effect.

No matter how many people were killed, the anger in his heart could not be appeased.

Who doesn't know, why doesn't Yanzhou know, but he has to do it, he has lived long enough, to put it bluntly, death is the best antidote, it would be even better if he could never be reborn.

The city is full of vitality and turns into corpses, blood and blood are nothing more than that.

This otherworldly town could no longer live up to its picturesque title.

Standing on the street, Yan Zhou looked back, the morning sun was still dazzling, he smiled slightly, the full sun turned dark in an instant, the sky was filled with yellow sand, and the flowers, plants and trees were all withered.

Hell on earth.

Suddenly, Yanzhou smelled a stranger's breath, he caught it suddenly, and saw a figure flashing by at the end of the alley.

Yan Zhou is familiar with the face of the figure. Li Shangnian, who is delusional to become a god, is ambitious, and he still holds the celestial constellation plate in his hand.

You can't run away, Yan Zhou blocked Li Shangnian's way.

"You're not dead yet." His tone was flat, but he could still hear a bit of pity.Xue Huan kept whispering in his ear that he would bring back the astrolabe disk. After a long time, he was still alive, but he did not bring back the astrolabe disk.

Having seen his abilities, and also seen some things that shouldn't be seen, when facing Yan Zhou, Li Shangnian's heart was unavoidably beating.But playing the drums is back to playing the drums, he has not forgotten his original intention to find Yan Zhou with all his heart, and now that the astrology disk is in his hands, what can the Phoenix of the God Realm do to him?

He swallowed calmly, pretended to be calm, and said: "So it's all true, you really—" After all, he still didn't dare to say more. While being horrified, Li Shangnian felt a little ironic, so what about the high gods, Once depraved, it is like insects and ants in the mud. No matter how noble it was once, it is still reduced to spurned garbage.

That's right, Li Shangnian saw it. When he was running away in a panic, he ran into a disciple of Nan Yu. The disciple was crazy, and he had been casting some spells and holding a silk scarf, crying and laughing. After watching for a long time, he realized that he seemed to be Using this silk scarf as a guide, I saw some pictures.

Li Shangnian has heard of this technique before, and it is very similar to Iris Burning Incense. Iris is said to be a treasure, and it is also known as a flashback in the folks. As long as you light the incense and ask, you can restore the momentary image of everything in the world, but there is uncertainty in it. It is very large, and the things you can see in a short moment are limited, and most of the time it is related to the person lighting the incense.

At this time, Li Shangnian had just failed to train the phoenix species, and escaped from Yan Zhou's hands again, with some blood stains on his sleeves. During the fight, both sides were evenly matched, but there were minor injuries.Li Shangnian had a flash of inspiration, he wanted to see Yan Zhou's past, and see who this man was. Although he was not sure that the blood on his sleeve belonged to Yan Zhou, he still did it and saw it.

In just a few scenes, he saw a person falling from the sky, he saw the underground hell, he also saw Yan Zhou go crazy and swallowed 128 red blood pills, he saw all the ghosts in hell being slaughtered Exhausted, Yan Zhou is the king of blood all over the land.

That is the Pond of Confusion recorded in the holy book, the place where the three thousand people on the Great Dao have the most grievances.

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Why do people in the Jianghu always want to run on the right way, because the power of evil is always a bottomless pit, it is tempting, but also makes people feel frightened, so if the right way wants to maintain the orthodoxy, it must strengthen its strength to resist the invasion of evil that may erupt at any time.

There are only a few people who cultivate into evil ways, but most of them can never come back after entering. The temptation of invincible power is too great, and no one is willing to give up.

Everyone wants to have it, and then I am the only one.

Li Shangnian saw it, knew it, and wanted this power.

The master of high-level spiritual techniques is also Sangchi's holy phoenix. If he is swallowed up, no one in the three realms will be a match for me, Li Shangnian.

His purpose was too obvious, his thoughts were all written on his face, and Yan Zhou could see what he wanted to do at once, and he had no other thoughts in his mind, only this man had to die.

Yan Zhou shot quickly and fiercely, and now there is no one else around, talking nonsense and making mistakes, he concentrated all his spiritual power on his left and right hands and his chest and abdominal dantian, the only bit of blood in his body rose to his lips, and the fierce dew at the end of his eyes subsided , pale, like years of accumulated frost and snow.

The wind was blowing from the soles of his feet, and he took advantage of the trend. Yanzhou rushed towards Li Shangnian. He swung the spiritual techniques of his left and right hands to both sides to form a barrier to prevent Li Shangnian from escaping. However, the spiritual techniques gathered in his dantian did not show up To Li Shangnian...

When he got close, Li Shangnian's dilated pupils reflected Yan Zhou's figure, coming in a turbulent manner.

He wanted to die with himself!

This is impossible!

On the eve of his death, Li Shangnian tried his best to throw the Xingxiu plate behind Yan Zhou. He tried his best to lean back and put a little distance between him and Yan Zhou. This gap allowed him to turn the tide and save the situation.

He set up a spell on the astrology plate early in the morning, and it was touched when it was thrown out, and even before Yan Zhoutong died, he took the lead in killing him.

The result was a landslide.

The power of the astrology disk is enough to reach the level of divine punishment, and what Yan Zhou himself gathers in his dantian is an incomparably powerful thunder. If it is said that the astrology disk can make Yan Zhou die without a place to bury him, then his own blow will destroy him. Completely broken up.

This dispersal is not a simple disappearance, but a disintegration of souls.

Gone forever.

There is no time to think about the final result, and Yan Zhou also has no time to think about it. If there is such a moment of spare time, he will definitely be moved.

This is finally over, thank you for letting me go.

The unexpected ending is also very good, no regrets.

The 128 blood pills that didn't belong to Yan Zhou, to be precise, were ghost pills, got out of bondage and scattered aimlessly in the air.

Li Shangnian came back to his senses, but he still had lingering fears in his heart. After a while, he put the ghost pills into the dharma bag, couldn't walk steadily, and left in a panic.

After he left, in just a few minutes, the land was finally desolate, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up a piece of half-damaged feather on the ground.The feathers were black, as if they had been scorched, only the middle spot was good, and upon closer inspection, it was radiant.

Xue Huan came back after listening to the rumors along the way. He felt terrified and felt suffocated all the way.

If this is the case, Yanzhou will never be able to return to the right track, and all the previous efforts will be in vain.

There is a way to reincarnation, regardless of human beings or gods, good and evil, life and death, have their heads up. If Yan Zhou's murder is too serious, reincarnation will not accept him.If reincarnation is not accepted, there will be little hope of rebirth.

But okay, how could Yanzhou lose control?

Xue Huan thought about many possibilities along the way. After thinking about it, it was nothing more than that Yan Zhou didn't hold back his emotions, and Fang was killing him. If he can be appeased this time, he must devote himself to cultivation and get rid of evil thoughts. It is best to hug him well. , not to make him sad.However, he thought a lot, but what he didn't expect was that what he went back to embrace was nothing.

The people in the small town are gone, everything is gone, and the inside is empty like a dead city.

Nothing, and no Yan Zhou.

He walked on the street blankly, like a child who got lost and couldn't get home.

He smelled the spirit that had just dissipated at the end of the alley ahead, and ran over, only to pick up a broken feather.

The color in the memory was dimmed at the moment, Xue Huan was suddenly very frightened, knelt down on the ground holding the feather, and cried loudly.

It is said that Yan Zhou's resentment has been accumulated for so long, but who has not expressed the pain that has been accumulated for thousands of years?

Xue Huan cried heartbreakingly, he suddenly didn't want so much, he didn't want to control Yan Zhou, he didn't want to reincarnate, he just wanted Yan Zhou to come back, he only wanted him alone.

May I?

The wind is rustling,

Fallen leaves drift away—die without a problem.

……

A strand of hair from Xier's temples was blown up, and a slight chill came from the back of his neck. He suddenly touched the side of his waist, and the bone spur Yan Zhou gave him disappeared.