Gradually, he almost forgot that he was a monk and what his original purpose of coming here was.
It wasn't until the enemy leader was trampled under Meng Xiaobao's feet that he seemed to remember something, but everything was very vague. He just wanted to kill people. He couldn't forget that refreshing feeling, and he didn't want to stop.
Suddenly, Meng Xiaobao clenched his sword tightly and looked at the soldiers behind him with blood-red eyes.
The next moment, he strode forward with his Dao sword raised high, ready to kill his own soldiers.
"General Meng...what do you want to do..."
But it's a pity that before the other party finished speaking, this soldier had become the soul of Meng Xiaobao's sword. This scene was seen by the soldier next to him, and panic filled his body. This was even more terrifying than facing the enemy!
"Kill..."? At this time, Meng Xiaobao seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He didn't distinguish between friend and foe at all, and only remembered one word.
That was the word "kill" that he kept repeating in his mouth.
"puff……"
The Dao sword was swung down, and a soldier's arms and armor were cut off at the waist.
"Zheng..."
When the swords collide, the person and the sword are cut off directly.
"Don't...don't kill me..."
The cry of despair no one can hear.
Meng Xiaobao's eyes were blood red, and every time he swung the Dao sword in his hand, someone was killed.
Blood splattered and revelations rolled in. If the previous scene was purgatory, now it is purgatory within purgatory.
At this time, on another battlefield, on a hill made of corpses, the mighty man with a beard looked at Meng Xiaobao, who was already a little crazy.
"Kill...kill! Kill as many as possible! Expose all your true nature and release your murderous nature to your heart's content!"
There was a weird smile on the corner of the big man with the beard, which looked quite weird.
At this time, Meng Xiaobao's body, which had been fighting fiercely for a long time, was already covered with blood, but none of it belonged to him, there were those of his enemies and his companions.
Maybe he knew deep down in his heart that he shouldn't do this, but this feeling of pleasure, this perverted idea of even wanting to lick blood, Meng Xiaobao was suddenly shocked when he thought of this.
In his sea of consciousness, the small tower emitted bursts of light, and the light flashed continuously. The white light gradually cleared away the red blood mist near his spiritual platform.
As the red blood mist dissipated, Meng Xiaobao also woke up from the murderous mood just now.
When Meng Xiaobao regained consciousness, he looked down and saw his own plasma that had begun to turn black.
"Can I kill this?
Have I killed so many people?
Impossible...impossible...how could I be so murderous..."
Meng Xiaobao couldn't believe his own methods. His murderous intention could be so serious. How could this be possible?
Then, there was a burst of pain in his head, Meng Xiaobao roared in pain, and then a sword intent burst out from deep in his heart.
The sword energy soaring into the sky directly swept through the entire sword field, and the two sides who were still fighting suddenly stopped neatly at this moment.
"Damn! Kill me!"
The bearded man was furious, and a murderous aura began to spread, trying to affect the overall situation, but this was obviously impossible.
At this time, Meng Xiaobao was already clear on the spiritual platform, and there seemed to be a sword light flashing in his eyes!
"Are you a mirage?"
Meng Xiaobao looked at the bearded man and directly saw through his true form. Isn't this the same monster as the monster on the jade pillar he saw in his hall?
According to Jiuling, the opponent should be the so-called mirage, a monster that is proficient in illusions.
"Did you recognize it?
No wonder the sword eye can see through my true form, but even so, so what."
"Just kill you!"
The Dao sword was raised, and Meng Xiaobao immediately rushed forward to kill him.
Seeing this, Mirage immediately gave the order.
"No matter who he is, all rush forward and kill him for me!"
Mirage's eyes widened, and his eyes seemed to be wandering. Then all the soldiers on the battlefield suddenly seemed to have gone crazy, their eyes were blood red, and they had no idea what the reason for fear was and they rushed towards Meng Xiaobao.
Seeing dozens of black-armored soldiers rushing toward him, Meng Xiaobao took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
"Drink all the moon in the world in one night!"
The sword energy slashed horizontally, and the full moon appeared.
The person who rushed towards him didn't even have time to scream, before he was cut into nothingness.
"That's it?
If it’s not enough, the whole army will attack!”
In an instant, more than a thousand soldiers formed a square formation and pressed towards Meng Xiaobao. Behind them were hundreds of lightly armored archers, shooting arrows with bows and arrows, leaving no blind spots.
Meng Xiaobao shook his head slightly as he watched the black arrows raining towards him, covering the sky and the sun.
"Zheng!"
Dao Jianming suddenly started, and sword energy continued to emit from the Dao sword.
"Drink again and the sun and moon will drain the rivers."
Meng Xiaobao shouted loudly.
When the moon sets and the sun rises, a river emerges directly, majestic and indomitable, and Meng Xiaobao's second sword move appears at the same time.
"disease!"
When he spat out one word, the sound was like the sound of rolling thunder. With just one move, all those who stood in his way were annihilated into ashes.
For a moment, Meng Xiaobao had no soldiers blocking him anymore. He held a sword in his hand and strode towards the mirage. Within a moment, he arrived in front of the mirage.
Seeing this, Mirage did not panic at all, but instead stood firmly on the mountain of corpses, seemingly without any intention of facing a head-on confrontation.
Seeing that the other party made no move, Meng Xiaobao strode forward. Just when he was about to arrive, a sudden force of force put him in crisis.
When he looked down, he saw that he was being held by a hand covered in blood.
"Little Doyle!"
Meng Xiaobao swung his long sword and tore that hand into pieces, but the next moment, his feet went soft!
Looking at the originally black land around me, it all turned blood red at this moment, and the original soil and rocks turned into plasma.
What's even more disgusting is that in this piece of viscous plasma, huge bubbles appear from time to time, and as the bubbles burst, a wisp of light red gas will disperse in the air.
Meng Xiaobao frowned slightly, his sword eyes were like light, and through the light red mist, there seemed to be something fishy underneath.
At the same time, the surrounding light red mist became thicker and thicker, and the thick smell of blood became heavier and heavier, making Meng Xiaobao feel dizzy.
Just when he was a little at a loss, a hoarse voice suddenly came from Meng Xiaobao's ears:
"Kill, kill! Kill! Kill as much as you want, enjoy the pleasure...return to the truest you!"
The harsh words not only failed to make Meng Xiaobao more awake, but caused the spiritual platform where Meng Xiaobao had just escaped from the murderous intention to fall immediately. The sea of consciousness was once again occupied by blood mist, and his eyes turned blood red again.