"Have you noticed?"

Xiao Xuan tremblingly raised his hand and quickly glanced at the great **** standing in front of him. His sudden opening method caused the two great gods to look at him in unison.

Pretending to be a child with a smile at the corner of his mouth, combined with his true identity, Xiao Xuanqing couldn't help but feel that he was the meat on the chopping board and was stared at. The one who only has the sword in his mind, his eyes are faint, as if he is approaching the ice cave, so cold.

He shuddered, but he quickly said: "We have met too few people... Ten of them □ are all monsters that occupy people's bodies."

Xiao Xuanqing was horrified: "I thought that there would be chance and spiritual things everywhere, but now, I suspect that this is a designed trap at all, and we are the prey that fall into it!"

"Huh?" Lu Zhiling smiled at him, and said in a childish tone, "So what?"

"Kill all before you leave!"

"Kill all before leaving."

Lu Zhiling and Li Luoqiong spoke in unison, both in the same cold tone.

Xiao Xuan shut up lightly and ashamed, smiling a little awkwardly.

Why did he forget this? The two opposite people don't necessarily care about this kind of thing, they have absolute confidence!

Xiao Xuanqing was wrong. The Linghai Secret Realm was not a pure trap, but most of the treasures under it were not qualified to touch it.

But in this way, Luo Zhifeng found that the situation of the Demon Realm was really not so good, and even the spirits were unable to produce.

In the original plot, the test of the Demon World to the protagonist Mo Shang is not to kill the Wraith Soul, it is to indulge the Wraith Soul and escape to the Immortal Realm.

The processing method of the original plot shows that the Demon Realm has taken the measures of non-help and two-phase balance to the cultivators of the immortal world and the local resentful souls-now it uses the test to take the initiative to call the outsider Luo Zhifeng to kill the world The resentful soul...

This just shows that the "pollution" that cannot be left alone has been imposed on the Wraith Soul, and the Demon Realm Tiandao will kill them on the spot even at the expense of the only light and dark spiritual root holder!

Luo Zhifeng whispered: "...System?"

Sure enough, the fall of the Devil Realm has a huge connection with the hands and feet of the system.

He thought, a sword swept down the head of a personal resentment.

It is still too difficult to deal with high-level people across boundaries, not to mention that it becomes more difficult to gradually recognize the existence of grievances. They are no longer like long-dead monsters. The most obtrusive characteristics such as stiffness and coldness begin to disappear. .

Now they have the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, they have soft skin, warm breathing...throbbing hearts, and they also learn to communicate with their surviving companions.

They discovered Luo Zhifeng this "slayer" and discussed to contain him.

There were large and small wounds on the young man's body. The fresh blood was flowing along the way, and the soles of his shoes were stained with blood that did not know whether it was himself or the enemy, soaking the ground.

A trembling monk covered his nose and mouth, looking at Luo Zhifeng like a sickle of death that was about to fall. She waited for death in fear, but only saw the sharp light drawn by the plain sword cut through the throat of her companion.

At that moment, the monk's pupils shrank even more than when the sword struck. She saw her close companion turned into a monster, panting and falling under the sword!

She scrambled and moved away. This time she no longer regarded Luo Zhifeng as a plague god, but squinted at the young man's appearance from another angle.

——His pupils are clear and his appearance is handsome, but it is a pity that **** scars of all sizes tear out this flawless mouth.

The splattered blood fell on the clothes, as if mottled red plum blossoms...

The monk couldn't help but twitched, she saw a sad and elusive beauty in the youth, which made people want to take a few steps forward.

But in fact, the monk stepped back silently, her intuition led her to perceive some more subtle places. When the youth glanced over, what she saw was not an existence in need of care, but a flower entwined on dry bones.

This allows her body to avoid the brain!

But Luo Zhifeng was not looking at this monk. He looked at the sky, black clouds invaded every corner of the field of vision like a wave, and after light, he could catch a glimpse of the purple thunder like a tribulation. The weather in this Demon Realm Remains has always been like this, and it has not attracted the attention of anyone other than Luo Zhifeng.

The reason why Luo Zhifeng paid attention was that he heard the angry roar of Demon Realm Heaven!

The sound almost shattered the eardrums and made people's heads hum, as if there were millions of people gathered in the ears screaming, screaming, and gathering the monotonous, most abominable voice!

It is like a lingering wolf, using its voice to deter the enemy, but its claws and teeth are broken, licking its own blood in hatred.

It can't make any substantive measures, and can only use this method to warn its enemies in vain---strengthening outside while doing it.

The monks in this area cannot go up to the sky. The aborigines here have been reduced to the enemy’s tools. The Devil’s Heavenly Way is isolated and helpless... Amidst the roar and roar, there may be a low and low pressure. It can only see As the intruder broke in again like no one.

But, after all, someone heard the voice of Demon Realm Tiandao, and its reaction gave Luo Zhifeng a reminder and warning...

He decided in a moment: "The power of the system? Is this its final trick?"

Luo Zhifeng glanced at the void around him, and as expected, his vision was blocked, and his perception of the grasped system was temporarily cut off.

Immediately afterwards, the boundless darkness engulfed his body. The monk witnessed this scene, and just seeing it, the whole consciousness was engulfed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! She collapsed limply, with blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, frowning on her pale face, suffering from great pain.

She only saw a corner by accident, and she had such a strong reaction-what was the darkness that struck?

He was feeling something from countless different perspectives.

He became a criminal who was about to be sentenced to capital punishment-on the execution platform, the tools for execution were ready, but a rusty axe hung around his neck, and the rough rope tied him up, and the people behind him trembled. Great, another person was talking to him: "If you can't find a new execution tool, just use the woodcutter's axe!"

After finishing talking, the trembling executioner raised his axe and chopped it towards his neck—wow! His neck was about to be torn apart, but he was still conscious that the executioner was too nervous and the axe was so rusty that he didn't kill him with a single axe!

The executioner was gasping, every breath of his breath seemed to be enveloping the storm, his trembling arm shook his axe again, one axe, two axes...

The pain spread, and he felt the fear and despair in his chest. Why am I still alive? it hurts! !

The pain has not yet dissipated, and the next stage has begun. He became an unknown **** fighting on the battlefield. Their army has been chased and fled in a hurry. The enemy soldiers walked behind them, laughing wildly and shooting out bows, arrows and shells!

His arms, abdomen, legs, and chest were all pierced with white feather arrows, and countless arrows shot his body riddled with holes. This is... ten thousand arrows pierced through his body!

He fell on his back, his pupils opened wide, condensing the wings of hope.

His parents are still there, and he promised them to go back alive, but now, but now! He is not reconciled, he is not reconciled!

The perspective has changed again.

He was trampled to death by horses, he was forced to drink poison to pierce his heart, he was murdered by the arrogant and wealthy, and he died in bed alone and helplessly...

This is the unwillingness and resentment of ordinary people to die in vain, let him experience it all!

After that, the angle of view changed again-he became a monk in the demon world with strength in his hand, he was bitten to death by ogre beasts, he was stripped of flesh and blood by his companions in the arena, and he was excavated by the master who deliberately examined him. Go to Linggen to lose blood and die...

This time the impact was even more intense. The ordinary people did not have extraordinary power, but the monks already had the possibility of ascending to the immortal, but they still died tragically because of betrayal, calculation and intrigue, and they had no chance to protect themselves with strength.

Even because of the power, the monk will live longer and see with his own eyes everything that others impose on him.

This is heart-piercing pain, more intense than the emotions of mortals!

In the end, it was the moment when the Demon World collapsed and the sky was mourning. For a moment, human life was not life, and monks' life was not life. He heard desperate crying, the sky was roaring, desperately roaring--

Countless voices roared in his ears, drowning him completely in this boundless wave.

"I hate me hate me hate!"

"Don't want to die, don't want to die, don't want to die—"

"Ahhhhh, save me, save me, save me!!"

One step, another step, and the huge impact of another step caused his body to spasm, and the string of that nerve was unbearably cracked repeatedly. He gasped and tried to leave those things behind, but they were still there, unable to resist.

It seemed that he was about to die so alive, the pain crushed his spine, the hatred and evil of the whole world were entangled in his soul, and he could not escape.

But at this moment, he heard a familiar, gentle voice, and that voice said: "Child, come here, you have done well."

He narrowed his eyes and recognized this voice in a daze...This is the origin of all his things. In front of him, a whole world opened its doors to him, and the golden palace seemed to call most kindly. The familiar and unfamiliar gentle woman sat at the open door, her eyes full of tenderness, her tears falling drop by drop: "My... child, you are back."

That is his mother concubine.

He was almost bewitched, slowly lifting up his steps to walk towards the open world, he couldn't wait to get out of this painful place, he could see the light immediately...

There was a sharp snicker from behind, and they cheered, seeing the worst enemy gradually sinking into the inextricable swamp.

This is all the evil in this world! What if you are strong? Your death date... has arrived, hahahahaha! !

Hahahaha...

It was still laughing wildly. Suddenly, its laughter stopped for a moment, as if the space was frozen together.

The system saw the lost, Luo Zhifeng's forward movement, who was about to take a step, suddenly stopped.

It got stuck at once, it got stuck, and fell, hurry up this step! Fall for me--

Things backfired, the Luo Zhifeng that it had been staring at not only didn't move forward, but also slowly took back his steps. His beautiful eyes were shining bright at the moment, but it seemed like death was strangling its throat.

"On the contrary, I can't do what you want." Luo Zhifeng said softly.

The system cannot understand: "Why haven't you been swallowed by evil?! This is the evil of the whole demon world! You should not be able to resist your world! Why?!"

"Ah, this," Luo Zhifeng said as if giving alms, "probably because I am just Luo Zhifeng."

There is still some obscure meaning in his black eyes, which is probably the only trace left by those malicious infiltration.

Unfortunately……

No matter how strong the malice, no matter how deceptive it is, it is not as good as Luo Zhifeng's control over his own existence.

——He is just Luo Zhifeng, even if he is infected with monstrous malice, he will never become another person.

It's that simple.