After resting for a whole day, Feng Jueyu kept thinking about the tips that the God of Death told him. This period of time was not long, but Feng Jueyu kept admitting, denying, admitting, and denying himself over and over in his mind for several hours.
From now on, Feng Jueyu felt like he was going crazy.
Yes, I am going crazy from being tortured by the killing god.
People often say that there are unique tips for cultivating spiritual mysteries and martial arts. However, after looking at countless tips under the sun, this one of killing gods is too perverted.
Feng Jueyu thought that these three killing techniques were very easy to learn, but now he realized that he could not pass the first level alone. This killing technique was too difficult to learn.
Although it is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, if the problem of murderous intention is not enough, how can you continue to learn?
Feng Jueyu thought hard about where he fell short, and the answer made him even more speechless.
It's not bad at all, it's not that he can't have murderous intentions.
He also tried to use the state of Wuxin to calm down and regroup, but later he discovered that his state of Wuxin was also broken.
Destroy power.
The gain outweighs the loss.
"Ah..." The angry Feng Da Killer began to roar in Liuguang Palace, running around the Liuguang Palace like a madman. Ten thousand elites saw him going crazy and were speechless. Yes, they can especially understand Feng Jueyu's mood now.
, being tortured by such a weird trick, if I wasn’t crazy, I would be so worried.
…
Upstairs, Nie Renkuang, Xiang Potian, and the God of Death were fighting side by side, watching Feng Da Killer running around like crazy.
Xiang Potian said: "What happened to him?"
"Haha, he seems crazy." Nie Ren glanced at the God of Death: "Is there no other way?"
"No, but it's a good thing to be crazy. I'm still worried that he won't be crazy. The faster he becomes crazy, the faster he will achieve success."
"What the hell kind of theory is this?" Xiang Potian couldn't stand listening anymore and left the realm angrily.
Nie Renkuang smiled and said nothing, and asked: "In your opinion, how long will he go crazy?"
The God of Death was silent for a while and said: "That's almost it. His state of unintentional has been broken. Breaking it and then establishing it is the great road."
"But this kind of Tao is very difficult for people to bear. I remember you once said that when it comes to killing, it's not that habit becomes natural, but habit becomes numb. But you haven't finished what you said. Is there more to come later?"
"Ah, yes, if you are numb, you should go crazy."
"What happens after you go crazy?"
"Out of ten thousand people, ten thousand people are crazy, but out of a million people, one person who can be sane is considered too many."
"Are you the one who is awake?"
"Haha, I'm not completely awake yet, I'm half-mad and half-awake."
"Then what if you really wake up?"
Whoosh!
The God of Death looked at Nie Renkuang and said: "After you are reborn, let's have a fight. When my knife is inserted into your heart, you will know what a semi-crazy person is like, and you will also be able to understand what a madman looks like when he wakes up.
What kind of thing."
"This..." Nie Renkuang rubbed his nose: "Then I'd better not try it. There are three thousand avenues, and we won't hang ourselves from a tree."
"clever."
"Then why are you stupid?"
"I'm trapped and can't get out. I'm a crazy person. Do you have any other options besides waking me up? So since you can't wake me up, what else can you do?"
At this time, Xiang Potian stretched his head over and said, "Hey, I asked you two, can you stop talking? My head hurts."
…
On the other side, there is a world of chaos.
Tianfang, back mountain.
Tianfang, which had been in depression for several months, Mu Gu walked out of the worship hall in the afternoon. Except for Ren Qilin, the three major Taoists of Tianfang, sixteen Miaodu, as well as Shangguan Ruofan, Zhang Yuanze, Huang Tianjue, Feng
Yi Xue and the others followed Mugu like stars over the moon and headed directly to the back mountain teleportation array.
Once inside the cave, a huge teleportation array is located in the center of the cave. If you look carefully, you will find that there are several smaller teleportation arrays around it, and they are all one-way teleportation arrays.
Everyone came to the teleportation array and immediately divided into four teams. There were five Miaodu masters each, and the three major channels were lined up. The separated flow of people stood in front of several one-way teleportation arrays. Mugu then understood.
He cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, I have said everything that needs to be said. Let's go as planned. Don't rush to take action when we get to the place. I will send you a message. Don't hit the ground with one strike and don't give the other party a chance to breathe."
Everyone nodded with serious faces.
"Let's go."
Four one-way teleporters spewed out dazzling light, and after streaks of brilliant light rose into the sky, the masters disappeared without a trace.
In front of a one-way teleportation array on the left, Xuan Zhong stood on the teleportation array gloomily and said to Mu Tianhao: "Brother Mu, I will take a step first and wait for your news."
Mu Tianhao clasped his fists and said, "Be careful."
"Yeah." After saying that, Xuan Zhong teleported away.
Mu Tianhao turned around and looked at Mu Gu: "Gu'er, I've left the family to you, and my father has left."
Mugu thought for a while and said: "Dad, Kurong may not sell you face, but if it doesn't work, just delay it for a while and don't have to fall out with them."
"I understand, you took the trouble." He patted Mugu's shoulder hard, and felt Mugu's shoulders sink. Mu Tianhao stared and said, "You can go into seclusion when I come back. It's been three hundred years."
, no progress at all, alas.”
Mu Gu's face darkened: "Dad, how about I go by myself? What I don't like the most is seclusion. Hey, hey, don't go, hey?"
A flash of light passed by, and Mu Tianhao disappeared on the spot.
Mugu smiled bitterly, then straightened his face, and walked out of the cave to Ren Qilin's residence. After waiting for a while, he saw his fat body shaking, taking out a magic talisman from his sleeve and burning it. In an instant,
He smiled brightly, and then shouted inside: "Mr. Ren, there's something moving over there."
Whoosh!
An old man with a very stable energy and spirit swept out of the cave, his whole body aura dancing like a cloud: "Really gone?"
"Gone."
"Okay. Let's have a good time, our relationship is finally settled." Whispering angrily, the old man said to Mugu: "Wait for me, I will come back as soon as possible."
"Hey, don't worry, there's still time to wait."
"Wait a minute, the day I come back will be the day when all hell breaks loose in Gudengmen."
Whoosh!
After Ren Qilin finished speaking, he rose into the air and flew away from the back mountain of Damyang Mountain.
…
On the other side, in the Qixia Realm, inside the Liuguang Hall.
Feng Jueyu, who had been going crazy all day, finally sat down exhausted and his mental state relaxed. During this day, Feng Jueyu didn't know what he had done or thought. In short, his mind was confused.
Like a pot of porridge, he almost forgot about all the remarks about murderous intentions, but the scene of him taking action against the god of murder was played over and over again in his mind.
From the beginning, my thinking was messy, but later, it actually evolved into how to kill the God of Death.
Various methods were simulated and tested in his mind, but they were rejected again and again. By the time Feng Jueyu sat down, he had no power to think about it anymore.
And he can no longer bring himself to the so-called unintentional state.
However, Feng Jueyu didn't have any disheartened thoughts at all, and instead gradually calmed down.
This scene was criticized by many people.
The 10,000 elites looked at him from time to time and secretly said that Mr. Feng had gone crazy after being tortured by the God of Killing, and he was afraid that he would not be able to recover. If he really went crazy, would he turn into a demon sect leader and become inhumane at all.
Many rumors began to ferment, but Feng Jueyu never heard a word.
Another day passed. Feng Jueyu's mind was empty and he didn't think about anything. But he seemed to have figured something out. He sat in the square and breathed in. After about an hour, he suddenly turned over and got up, giving him the God of Death.
He held the broken sword tightly in his hand.
"God of Death, come down and try again."
"Okay." The God of Death seemed to predict the future. As soon as Feng Jueyu's voice fell, he walked down from the second floor.
Hooray!
All 10,000 elite men stood up and surrounded them again.
"It's about to start again, will it work this time?"
"Who knows, I've tried the trick taught by Senior Killer God in the past few days, and I'm not afraid to tell you, it doesn't work at all."
"Why? Did you really try?"
"Ah? I tried, but I gave up after holding on for a quarter of an hour."
"What's going on?"
"I almost went crazy. Really. If you don't believe me, try it. It's very safe."
"Go to hell."
"..."
As the words gradually fell, the hall returned to calm again. In the quiet element, there seemed to be a fire burning.
Feng Jueyu and the God of Death were ten steps apart. Upstairs, Nie Renkuang and Xiang Potian's eyes were like lightning, and their four eyes were blazing. The atmosphere in the hall was depressing, like the night before a storm. The cold current that penetrated into the bones almost caused death.
Ten thousand elites were frozen to death.
After a long time, Feng Jueyu raised his long sword, with half no murderous aura in his body, and said: "Let's talk about it first, I will die and you will bury me, you will die and I will bury you, no one will suffer, no one will be idle, let's give him a ride.
"
"Okay." The God of Death responded lightly, then grinned.
"It seems that he is really successful." Nie Renkuang stood on the second floor and sighed: "A wizard."
Xiang Potian next to him snorted angrily and said: "Old Nie."
"hold head high?"
"I think you should go practice."
"Why?"
"You're crazy too."
"Go away."
In the Liuguang Palace, Feng Jueyu and the God of Death stopped talking after the initial conversation. The two stared at each other at first, and then closed their eyes at the same time in a tacit understanding. The God of Death turned away, and Feng Jueyu said nothing.
The atmosphere at the scene was slowly depressing in such a cold confrontation. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a sword stabbed out without any trace of light.
In the blink of an eye, the 10,000 elite men in the hall didn't even have time to turn their heads. Feng Jueyu's sword pierced the God of Death's back, missing it by just an inch.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp weapon breaking through a body was immediately heard. In an instant, people's eyes turned to the two people who were close to each other. A sword penetrated the body, half an inch down from the chest.
Blood dripped down along the tip of the sword, reflecting a bewitching streak of blood. However, the scene where everyone imagined Feng Jueyu's success did not appear. Instead, he was the one who was stabbed.
A Tang sword broke out of the body and came out from the back of the spine, half a foot long...
"I have a murderous intention, but I haven't wiped it out. If I fail, try again." The God of Death drew out his Tang Sword, and Feng Jueyu stepped back, his face turning pale.