Killing the two men, he walked step by step towards the direction pointed by the underworld crow without stopping for a moment. Recalling the scene of killing the two monks with tiger soul just now in his mind, he couldn't help but feel excited secretly. The murderous aura in his body became even more intense.
, every time he takes a step, his momentum increases.
Relief!!
While fighting with the tiger soul, Emperor Shitian clearly felt that every inch of flesh and blood in his entire body was beating continuously, exuding an unusually happy feeling. It was a kind of joy, and the blood was flowing happily. It seemed like a
An innate nature. A desire for battle, a deep yearning for that kind of bloody battle.
Fight, keep fighting.
The blood of fighting flows in the body of the King of Beasts. The innate fighting instinct of the ancient demon cultivator is also constantly stimulating his nerves, causing a strong fighting spirit to emerge from his body.
Not vomiting, not happy, the excitement kept echoing in my chest.
In ancient times, almost all ancient demon cultivators had immeasurable talents in martial arts and combat skills. Every time they fought, they were extremely passionate and passionate. It was a collision of power, a battle.
A contest between skills and combat skills. In contrast, that kind of fighting was the most powerful method among the demon clan in ancient times.
Legend has it that in ancient times, powerful demon cultivators could break the void, crush the stars, and pinch the sun and moon with their combat skills at will. That kind of earth-shattering magical power is almost a manifestation of power.
Emperor Shitian has been fighting for a long time. Most of them rely on the Seven Sins Demonic Piano or even his own tiger roar sound waves to fight against the enemy. Although he is strong, he lacks the kind that is respectful to the flesh and sees blood with a knife.
The unique feeling of real fighting. Feel the blood and the pleasure of fighting. Until today.
When he killed two monks with just one blow, the blade of the knife cut across their bodies, and the pleasure in their flesh and blood was indescribable.
This is the unique fighting spirit in a man's heart. This unspeakable feeling kept echoing in his chest, making him feel like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.
He raised his eyebrows, and there was an evil spirit between his eyebrows. He was cold and arrogant, extremely cold.
A song I had seen in my previous life couldn't help but come to mind.
"A man should act violently. Action and benevolence are inseparable. A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The eternal karma is all in killing.
He couldn't help but spit out a song. This is a murder song, this is a man's song. When he saw this song for the first time, he had countless heroic feelings in his heart, blood boiled in his chest, and he wished he could be there
On that iron-blooded battlefield in ancient times, be a real man for once.
As soon as this song came out, and every time I uttered a sentence, the endless fighting spirit that was entrenched in my chest seemed to have an extra box mouth, and it burst out of my body, and there was a refreshing feeling of comfort in my whole body. My mind and heart seemed to be
At this moment, a kind of sublimation was achieved. The fighting spirit in his body became higher every time he chanted a sentence. The steps under his feet also moved forward in rhythm.
"In the past, there were heroic men who were loyal and committed. They killed people and were lighter than feathers. There were also heroes and tyrants who killed people indiscriminately. They galloped around the world and only showed off their swords and guns. Now if you want to find this kind of people, you will catch the shadow of the moon in vain.
"
"Ouch!".
His mind was agitated, and he stepped into an indescribable situation without any warning. Every time he took a step, his mind seemed to begin to transform a little, sublimating in the singing, and all the things he had done since he was reborn on this Purple Gold Continent came to mind.
All the things that happened; my mind was immersed in that murderous song. My whole person really began to slowly integrate into the world I was in. The tiger soul is the divine weapon of destiny. When the mind and mind are combined, the sword can't help but let out a tiger roar.
Yin. The domineering spirit in the sword is even more awe-inspiring.
"If you don't see it, the wise men will rise and the strong men will die. From now on, China will praise benevolence and righteousness. Once the barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the coward and the people cried. I want to learn from the ancient customs and revive the heroic spirit. My reputation is the same as dirt, and those who disdain benevolence will ridicule me. I wear it on my body."
Sharpen an iron sword and kill someone in anger."
"We cut our throats and drank wine, chatted and laughed, and were frightened by ghosts and ghosts. We have spent ten weeks to kill our enemies thousands of miles away. We have devoted ourselves to the people in the field, and we have a deep love for each other. We went out to the west gate. At dusk, we returned with our heads. Weary and sleepy, we fought.
The mother suddenly leaves the house, but the mother is sad and the son is not sad. The body is committed to historical events, and the son will not return when he grows up. The killings in heaven and earth are so tragic that the underworld is shocked.
Songs full of murderous intent echoed continuously in this wasteland of bones, spreading far away. In the dark, the singing seemed to be able to move the sky. A strange and terrifying thing appeared in the sky above Emperor Shitian's head.
The blood is red. In the blood, there are countless golden horses and the sound of killing.
Walking on the song, chanting step by step. The singing sounds from the mouth are astonishing. The mind can't help but enter an incredible state, empty and clear, no, it is an inexplicable sublimation. After killing for the first time with the soul of a tiger, it completely inspires
The innate fighting spirit and killing nature in Emperor Shitian's body suddenly aroused a kind of resonance in this murderous song that reflects the bloody nature of men in ancient and modern times, and he was naturally immersed in that kind of artistic conception.
The Wasteland of Bones was an ancient battlefield. The land of killing remains in this wasteland. I don’t know how many heroes were buried there. As soon as the murderous song came out, it spread in this wasteland, and there was also a kind of thing that no one could have imagined.
The scene he saw evoked the resonance of countless heroes lurking in Erchuan. Faintly, the ignorant afterimage of the young talent emerged under the wasteland of bones. Surrounding Emperor Shitian, he roared in a world-shaking manner.
.
The ghosts are crying and the gods are humbled!!
These are all the remaining souls of the supreme power who fell from ancient times. They were supposed to sleep underground forever, but Emperor Shitian sang a "Murder Song" in this wasteland that shocked ghosts and gods. The incomparable pride in the song actually
It caused countless remnant souls to awaken from the underground. They rushed out from the underground and surrounded Emperor Shitian.
But at this time, Emperor Shitian seemed to be completely immersed in the singing. He had no awareness of the outside world and was just singing step by step.
"Kill a man in three steps, without stopping his heart and hands. The blood flows thousands of miles, and the corpse is pillowed on Qianxun Mountain. After a strong man fights, he sleeps on the enemy's corpse when he is tired. In his dream, he still kills people. His smile reflects the brightness. Daughters do not ask each other, why is the man so evil?
What's more? Since ancient times, benevolence only harms people, and morality has never been true. If you don't see it, ligers and tigers have gained a reputation as prey. Who can pity the poor elk? The world has always eaten the weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain. Don't ask, men have their own behavior.
"Clang Clang Clang!!"
The countless remnant souls seemed to be immersed in the violent arrogance of the singing. They actually knocked the weapons in their hands and made countless killing sounds to set off the singing. The tragic atmosphere echoed over the wasteland. An even weirder scene.
Appeared, broken souls followed Emperor Shitian step by step forward and threw themselves into his body.
On his forehead, the purple king pattern jumped crazily at an inestimable speed, bursting out with bright purple divine light. Every soul naturally rushed into the body and rushed into the king pattern. The king pattern slowly
It turned into a ball of purple flames entrenched on his forehead. Every time a soul rushed into his body, the aura on his body involuntarily increased, and the aura exuding from his body became more brutal and killing.
"Men should act violently. Business and benevolence are incompatible. Men are in the killing arena, as brave as a bear and as black-eyed as a wolf. If you are born a man, you will kill, and you will not teach a man to wrap his body around a woman's heart. Men are never considerate of the body, and indulge in
Dead enemies share each other's hand with smiles. There are hundreds of enemies and battlefields, and we are willing to be with the green grass everywhere.
In the wasteland, ghosts were crying and gods howling. The sky turned bloody all day long.
"What's going on? How could the wasteland be like this? Oh my God, these are all souls buried under the dead bones. How could they escape? Could it be that something terrible is coming?"
"Everyone, listen, this singing, this singing is so good. It's so overbearing. Who is singing?"
"Could it be that these souls were attracted by the singing? Who composed this song? When I hear it, I feel passionate and have the urge to kill with a knife.
At this time, in the wasteland, there was not only Emperor Shitian, but also a group of monks. The singing echoed in the wasteland. Moreover, as time went by, the singing became louder and louder, not only resounding in the wasteland, but also reaching the entire Southern Barbarians.
It keeps echoing away. Everyone who hears this "Man's Journey" and this "Murder Song", whether they are humans, monsters, or even those birds and beasts that have not yet been born with spirituality, can't help but feel an overwhelming feeling in their bodies.
Pride.
At this time, right in front of Emperor Shitian, there was a group of black-clothed monks with panicked faces, listening to the singing that sounded in their ears with an expression of fear and doubt. Among them was the man who had fought with Emperor Shitian back then.
For men and women, almost all the monks in the wasteland gathered here.
"Click! Crack!!"
His steps were extremely steady, and he still sang loudly:
"Men, don't tremble. There is a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a sin, but slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. If you kill a million, you are a hero among heroes. Heroes among heroes, the way is different: see through thousands of years of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life
To show off one's glory. To love fame rather than notoriety, to kill millions of people without punishing them. I would rather teach tens of thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate, and if I don't teach, there will be no one to scold me. Looking at the world for thousands of years, where are the heroes who don't kill people?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
The body is still walking forward, dragging the tiger soul in his hand, and countless souls are constantly centered on it. They are pouring into his body crazily. This scene is extremely weird. I am afraid that no matter how powerful a person is when he sees such a scene, he will be stunned.
I was so frightened that my eyes fell off on the spot.
The three words of "kill" were uttered, and the surging murderous intent rose directly into the sky, penetrating the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon. The entire wasteland trembled violently due to the agitation.
The Ten Thousand Bone Soul-Eating Trees growing in the wasteland started to make strange roars, which were extremely evil.
A murderous song unexpectedly caused the entire wilderness to undergo such a shocking change that made ghosts and gods weep.
But Emperor Shitian, who caused all this, is still immersed in that inexplicable artistic conception. He has no idea that there will be such a change. It is even less clear what kind of transformation and future this change will bring to him.
"This song is, Emperor Shitian?"
In the morning light in the Valley of Flowers, his face changed instantly. He suddenly stood up and looked at the Wasteland of Bones in disbelief.
The Man's Walk makes me feel quite excited, and I feel like I have a passionate passion. Ten Thousand Demons have just begun to really spread out. Next, the passion is endless. Let's accompany the Man's Walk, and together we will fight a bloody road to the killing place.