Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Chapter Killing!
Draw your sword in the air and behead your head!
Qianqiu's sword was filled with frost and blood, and Xiamang's sword was unsheathed, like a ray of light, sharp and brilliant, cutting through the air, and Lu Yan's head soared into the sky with a ray of blood.
Finally it hit the ground, causing dust to fly.
"Peng!"
Xia Mang came over with his sword in hand. He was very cold and stepped on Lu Yan's head. Blood spurted out, and some even landed on Xia Mang's clothes, but he remained expressionless.
In the distance, everyone looked at this scene with palpitations.
"Killing people is like slaughtering chickens and dogs, what a cruel method!" an old man lamented. He came from the Valley of the Gods and watched from a distance.
"It seems that the news of Xia Wushang's death had a great impact on him." Someone whispered.
"He is a decisive person in killing. In the Sea of Demonic Ruins, he killed countless demon clans."
"Which emperor didn't climb to the top by walking on many bones?"
"He wants to become emperor...there is still a long way to go."
"The road ahead is difficult and life is a long journey."
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Everyone was talking about how Xia Mang Qianqiu took out his sheath, slashed his head with a sword, and then trampled on the enemy's head. This was so decisive and cold. It was the killing intent that permeated from the bones, which made people's hearts tremble.
"There is boundless anger in his heart... it is rising and is about to be raging!" The middle-aged monk Debo looked at Xia Mang, his eyes slightly narrowed, thoughtfully.
"There is a demon in the heart." Six-wheeled Buddha whispered. "Who can conquer it?"
"Demons also have feelings." Monk Wucuo pronounced the Buddha's name.
The Six-wheeled Buddha looked at him with a faint look, "Junior brother, are you also possessed by the devil?"
Monk Wucuo remained silent.
"Uncle, where do you think the demon in his heart comes from?" Monk Debo asked.
The six-wheeled Buddha's snow-white eyebrows twitched and he said calmly: "Of course it's because he has a devil's heart."
"Master uncle is wrong." Monk Debo chuckled.
"Where is wrong?"
"His demonic nature was forced out."
Monk Debo smiled and said: "He could have lived a peaceful life and lived a happy life, but some people refused to let him do so. Step by step, they pushed him to the path of evil again and again. Xia Wushang, the Yin family, and everyone in the world...
…Even, there is my Prajna Temple.”
The Six-wheeled Buddha looked at him with deep eyes and said: "Master nephew, be careful with your words and actions. There are certain things you should not say carelessly."
Monk Debo touched Yanci's bald head and chuckled.
Monk Yanci's forehead was full of black lines. This uncle was so annoying. He always touched his own bald head. It's not like you didn't have any, so why did you touch mine? He was very angry.
At the same time, he also recognized the words of this unreliable uncle. He had gone to sea with Xia Mang, went deep into the sea of monsters, and fought side by side. He thought he knew Xia Mang somewhat. He felt that Xia Mang was not a ruthless person.
Those who kill are just forced by life and forced to do so.
"If one day he is really forced to a dead end..." Monk Yanci whispered.
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After killing Lu Yan, Xia Mang did not return to Tianzi Palace. He stood there, as if he had blended into the night. Even with the moonlight surrounding him, he still had a frightening dark aura about him.
"How long do you want to hide?" Xia Mang stood tall with his sword in hand, like a big mountain, and he spoke suddenly with a clear voice.
In the distance, everyone was silent, obviously they all knew that there were others in the dark.
"As expected of the Absolute Beginning Master, you are very powerful."
A tall figure swept out from the Emperor's Palace, looked down at Xia Mang, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Isolated from the world for three hundred years, cutting through seven changes is like pulling grass...Xia Mang, you have not lost the reputation of Taichu."
This is also a young man. He is wearing a sapphire blue gown. He is quite tall, with flamboyant black hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He has a rather distinguished appearance.
"Is this the power of Taichu? It's really extraordinary." A thin figure walked out of the shadows.
"His methods are brilliant, and he has a cold heart, but his cultivation is a bit weak." With a bang, the sea water exploded, and more than a dozen figures rushed out with lightning, and flew up to Xia Mang.
Behind the Emperor's Palace, several more figures appeared.
From behind the mountain forest, more than twenty figures walked out one after another. On the other side, there were also many figures flashing past. Behind them, there were many people in black, looming.
In just half a quarter of an hour, more than a hundred people appeared in front of the Emperor's Palace! There were even some monsters among them. They were of different sizes and obviously belonged to different groups of monsters.
Xia Mang looked at the dark area in front of him, his face still expressionless, but his eyes were colder. He clenched the Qianqiu Sword tightly, and there was a fierce sword intent about to burst out from his body.
Enemies surround you!
People watching from a distance couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.
"There are so many people hiding in the secret. What do they want to do, to surround Xia Mang?" A young man said in horror. Being surrounded by so many people, even if Xia Mang has extraordinary abilities, there is no chance of survival!
"It seems that they are determined to capture Xia Mang and ask for the secret cultivation method of transforming spirits!"
"When trees fall, hozens scatter, and when walls fall, everyone pushes them away. As soon as Xia Wushang dies, some people start to become unscrupulous!" An old man snorted coldly and said, "Aren't they afraid that Xia Wushang will come back alive?"
"The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by the dog. The prestige of the Daxia royal family can no longer suppress these young people!"
"This is too much!" A young woman was quite angry and complained for Xia Mang.
"Kill! The Secret of Spirit Transformation...I'm also very interested, hehe!" There was a sneer in the dark.
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Everyone has different thoughts, and some people are complaining about Xia Mang. The grand heir of the Great Xia Imperial Court has been reduced to this state, and is surrounded and suppressed by others. It can't help but make people feel desolate.
Of course, there are also people who harbor evil intentions and have other thoughts.
The Secret of Spirit Transformation, the Tenth Transformation, is indeed something that can drive people crazy!
"Does this herald the complete decline of the Daxia royal family?" an old man whispered.
"Xia Wushang may have died in the battle, but they have forgotten who Xia Wushang died fighting for!" Someone snorted and said angrily: "He stood outside the territory and fought for the world, but now? Some people
But you want to kill his heir, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Who said Xia Wushang must be dead?" Someone suddenly said: "Those people... don't shoot yourself in the foot!"
Some people were indignant, thinking that Xia Mang was so miserable that he would end up in such a miserable ending. Everyone pushed against him, and everyone wanted to rush up and step on him. The despicable nature of human nature was clearly revealed.
Many people may have forgotten that even though Xia Wushang fought bloody battles outside the territory and tried his best, he still wanted to be reflected in the void and come back to suppress demons and bring peace to the world!
"Let's... help His Highness!" Some people whispered, planning to rescue Xia Mang, but before they could start, they were stopped and even suppressed directly.
It was actually a strong person from their clan or sect who personally suppressed them and prevented them from rescuing Xia Mang!
Everyone was awestruck. At this moment, everyone realized that something was wrong. Could it be that the situation tonight was the result of multi-party negotiation and compromise? No outsiders were allowed to intervene, so Xia Mang could only fight alone?
Even... they hope from the bottom of their hearts to get the practice method of "Secret Treasure of Spirit Transformation" from Xia Mang?
Everyone was chilling, thinking that this was a huge whirlpool, and Xia Mang was trapped in the center of the whirlpool!
"I'm going to help Your Highness!" Monk Yanci gritted his teeth at the Prajna Temple, under the gilded Buddha. He and Xia Mang had fought side by side, and Xia Mang had even saved his life several times. He believed that he could not be ungrateful and refuse to die. save.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the Six-wheeled Buddha shook his hands and shot out a ray of Buddha light, which froze him.
This is the Buddhist "magic power"!
"Don't interfere, just watch." Six Wheel Buddha said calmly.
Monk Debo touched Yanci's bald head, smiled, sighed, and then said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda... It's just talk, don't take it too seriously."
Yanci was stunned.
The Six-wheeled Buddha glanced at Deb and said nothing.
Yanci was anxious. He felt something was wrong. Could it be that Prajna Temple was also involved in what happened tonight?
"It's a pity that Lu Nanting, Nan Chen, Ji Qian, Su Qingmeng... they are all gone!" Yanci was worried. If they were all here and joined forces, there might be a chance of fighting these people.
Immediately his expression darkened again. What could they do even if they were still here? They might be suppressed by their elders just like him, and could only passively watch and not be able to intervene.
"We are really trying to force him to die!" Monk Yanci felt inexplicably angry.
Under the emperor's palace, on the seaside, Xia Mang stood proudly. He glanced at the people and monsters, and the deepest indifference burst out from the depths of his pupils, saying: "That's fine, I, Xia Mang, will go on a killing spree tonight!"