The stars and the moon shine together in the sky, casting a silver light on the earth.

Zhou Han, bathed in the silver light, did not feel any relaxed and comfortable.

The black energy was still eroding his body.

There was a gash in his tiger's mouth, which was bleeding continuously, staining the hilt of the sword.

Blood drops fell to the ground along the hilt of the sword, and there was a faint layer of black in the splashed blood.

If someone stood opposite Zhou Han, they could see through his originally clear eyes the boiling black inside - of course, one must have the ability and courage to stand in front of Zhou Han.

Along the way, no one or thing that stood in his way escaped a tragic ending.

He could only keep waving the sword in his hand, venting the black energy in his body.

Only in this way can he prevent the entire sea of ​​consciousness from being swallowed up by darkness.

However, in the current sea of ​​consciousness, only a very small part remains clear, and it is still being eroded.

With the sea of ​​consciousness turning upside down, Zhou Han's consciousness had long been blurred, and he continued to move forward purely by instinct.

He could no longer tell whether what he saw was a real illusion.

One second, he was standing blankly in a very simple thatched house in Paddy Village. The next second, he had arrived at the small village by the lake, and he could vaguely hear the warm voices of his parents in his ears.

The sword energy is accompanied by frost, destroying everything around it.

There are many more people in Zhou Han's eyes.

The wealthy man at the east end of the rice field village who is as fat as a fat pig, the old woman who claims to be from a big city but has a conspiracy in her sincere smile, the practitioner who defected from who knows which gang...

These people were all passers-by in his life, and they left behind unpleasant memories.

Zhou Han knew very well that these people were already dead at the beginning, but now they still maintained the appearance he remembered before, sneering at him.

He also laughed.

The smile is full of madness.

"So what if you are still alive? You couldn't kill me when I was little, can you still kill me now?"

"I could kill you back then, but now it's even more effortless!"

Zhou Han raised his sword and thrust it into the rich man's heart.

The smile on the rich man's face gradually solidified, his fat face twitched, and his eyes seemed to be joking and pity.

The sword was obviously inserted into his chest, but what Haofu was covering was his stomach. And where his hand was covering it, blood and internal organs continued to flow out, looking like a pig that had been disemboweled during the Chinese New Year.

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Han looked at this familiar scene and sneered and drew his sword.

When he was only seven years old, he did not have such strong strength. When the rich man deliberately made things difficult for his grandma just to take away his good looks, he made up his mind at a young age.

That day, he left his grandmother, who regarded him as her own grandson, and was taken into a wealthy mansion.

Then in that dark night, he killed someone for the first time.

At that time, he could not even function well in the realm of heaven and humanity, and was not even considered a practitioner, but he still inserted the knife into his chest and abdomen.

At that time, he activated all the cold energy of the North Ming Dynasty and disguised the scene as the work of a cultivator. After escaping from the chaotic wealthy mansion, he coughed and vomited by the river.

"How can I be as handy as I am now?"

Zhou Hanhan thought with a smile and turned his eyes to the old woman who was still smiling.

The sword, accompanied by the frost, cut the old woman into two pieces.

The old woman's expression froze at this moment, and the body that was cut open by the sword was intact as before, except for a thin layer of ice.

Zhou Han glanced at the rich man next to him who had been disemboweled and bleeding from all his orifices, and said, "You and him are the same type of person."

He remembered that the old woman wanted to buy him from his grandmother, and the price she offered was not cheap.

The poor grandma flatly refused, but one of her legs was broken the next day.

So he took action.

The Tao of Heaven and Humanity that I had just learned was put to good use in the hands of that old woman.

That day, an ice sculpture was broken into pieces and its original appearance could not be seen. It was drifting in the creek, and it was unknown where it went.

But he put down his dignity and knelt in front of Dr. Xue's door for a whole day, thus avoiding more serious consequences.

Zhou Han's bloody sword pointed at the grinning practitioner.

Before the sword fell, the man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, which quickly solidified and formed a red ice floe.

He just fell down, blood oozing from his facial features, making his smile even more terrifying.

Zhou Hanhan looked at him and said word by word: "You deserve to die."

Back then, he only rescued a seriously injured passerby, but he didn't expect to save a Zhongshan wolf.

In order to explore the secrets of his practice, this man severely injured the ten-year-old boy and took him away for interrogation.

At that time, he swore in his heart that he would never be a bad person in the future.

After dealing with him for a day, he found an opportunity to blow up the man's throat with an ice marble. Dragging his seriously injured body, he followed the direction of his memory back to the village with difficulty.

In the middle process, he

I don’t remember much about it, I just know that when he returned to the village, his grandma held him and cried for a long time.

Without them, the second half of his childhood would not have been so miserable.

Zhou Han held the sword, looked at the three people in front of him who were dying in different ways, snorted coldly, and swung the sword again.

Ice covered his sword, and there seemed to be wind and snow whistling around him. Countless chills radiated from the sword, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a lot.

It was when he faced the five-tailed red fox that he made his last sword blow.

Condensed soul!

When he opened his eyes again, the three figures had disappeared.

In front of him was a lake.

Zhou Han raised his head and looked at the sky.

Dark clouds covered the sun, but no raindrops fell.

Zhou Han's pupils shrank and he turned to look at the manor, the black flames in his eyes truly starting a prairie fire at this moment.

The manor was already in flames.

He will never forget this day.

The biggest separation point in his childhood was that day.

That day completely shattered all his dependencies.

Zhou Han began to run away, and his destination was his childhood home.

When passing the creek, his steps stopped.

There was a child hanging over the creek.

The child looked pretty, but his expression looked like he was crying hysterically.

Zhou Han seemed to still be able to hear his original cry.

A thunderous sound woke Zhou Han up.

There is still the creek in front of me, but I am no longer in the original position.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

Black energy gradually covered his whole body, and he looked like a fierce ghost.

He knew that the culprit who had harmed his whole family was there.

Suddenly a winter wind came.

The creek was frozen in an instant.

The huge lake stopped flowing at this moment.

All the trees, flowers and plants were covered with a layer of frost.

Countless ice lotuses bloomed in this area, seeming to cover the sky.

This is frozen thousands of miles.

Above the sky, eight black shadows stood indifferently, seemingly unaffected.

One of the figures gradually became clearer and enlarged in Zhou Han's eyes until it became real.

Zhou Han roared angrily, and everything around him gradually became void.

He is no longer by the stream, but his face is still clear.

Right in front of you.
Chapter completed!