About ten thousand miles away, there is a large lake with green grass next to it.
In places like this, there will also be herdsmen grazing sheep by the lake.
However, there are only corpses and blood beside this lake. The corpses of herdsmen and sheep, and the blood flowing from their bodies is rippling on the lake.
What's even more hateful is that there are some young girls among these corpses. Judging from the messy appearance of their bodies, it is obvious that they have suffered unbearable humiliation before they died.
Lin Mu's eyes showed a cold light.
He does not object to fighting among practitioners, because practice itself is a path of no return.
However, what he hates most is this kind of indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
Seeing that these herdsmen were all ordinary people, they were massacred miserably, which made Lin Mu full of murderous intentions.
In fact, in Lin Mu's heart, the lives of ordinary people are much more noble than the lives of practitioners.
Ordinary people rarely experience killing, and they use their hands to change the world and cultivate life. On the other hand, few practitioners have clean hands, and they have all been stained with blood to a greater or lesser extent.
Therefore, to Lin Mu, killing an ordinary person is more hateful than killing a hundred practitioners.
"Senior brother?"
Sensing Lin Mu's unprecedented murderous intent, Ma Jiao was stunned.
In his opinion, these ordinary people are just ants, and they will die when they die, nothing special about them.
Although he also felt disdain for those who slaughtered mortals, he usually felt something wrong, so he didn't understand why Lin Mu suddenly had such murderous intentions.
Lin Mu did not explain. He walked to the lake and stood in front of the corpses of these mortals. He clasped his hands and said softly: "I wish that everyone in my mortal world would be a dragon. I wish that in my mortal world, dragons can transform into mortals and kill mortals, just like touching dragons."
Anyone who kills a mortal with his reverse scale will surely suffer the dragon's wrath." Buzz buzz buzz.
The heart of a Bodhisattva also has the wrath of a vajra!
At this time, Lin Mu was like an angry King Kong.
A terrifying anger came out of his body.
Ma Jiao didn't ask any more questions.
Lin Mu's words just now undoubtedly explained everything.
Before becoming the Ancestor of Darkness, he had also had great ambitions. Naturally, he knew as soon as he heard that what Lin Mu just said was Lin Mu's great ambitions.
Great aspirations are the cornerstone of a practitioner’s practice.
After the destruction of the Great Wilderness, all the strong men knew the truth, Qi is the root of everything.
Only by collecting enough Qi can you truly be immortal. No matter how magnificent and powerful you are, you will eventually be reduced to ashes in the catastrophe.
The huge world of the Wilderness and the countless strong men in the Wilderness Era are the best lessons to learn from the past.
If you want to collect Qi, you can only continuously realize your ambitions, realize the transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change by increasing Qi luck, and finally turn Qi movement into Qi number.
Although Ma Jiao doesn't know where the mortal world is, Lin Mu's ambition is obviously based on mortals. If someone is killing mortals wantonly in front of him, it is equivalent to violating the foundation of Lin Mu's practice.
At the same time, Ma Jiao also noticed the second half of Lin Mu's ambition.
"Wish that in my mortal world, dragons can transform into mortals?"
The magnitude of this ambition really shocked Ma Jiao.
He is also not an ordinary person, so he can naturally understand that the "dragon" mentioned by Lin Mu does not refer to the dragon alone, it is just a symbolic meaning.
The former "dragon" character symbolizes the carp jumping over the dragon gate, and the latter "dragon" character represents all non-human life.
This means that in Lin Mu's ambition, humans and non-humans are the same. Mortals can transform into dragons, while non-humans can transform into mortals and then transform into dragons.
Afterwards, Ma Jiao followed Lin Mu and kept moving forward, following the lingering aura beside the lake.
The direction in which this aura extends happens to be the Holy Mountain of Purana.
"Brother, it seems those people have also gone to the Holy Mountain."
Horse road.
Lin Mu moved on.
Along the way, you will see a large number of corpses almost every time you pass.
Obviously those practitioners before were taking pleasure in killing mortals and ravaging mortal women.
Finally, they arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
There are temples everywhere on the holy mountain.
In the center of the square in front of the temple stands a huge statue of a kind-hearted middle-aged man.
"That's the Sufi statue."
Horse road.
Lin Mu's eyes were cold.
Inside the temple, the smell of blood kept coming out.
Then, when they walked in, as expected, the temple was full of corpses.
"I haven't seen half of the treasures. They must have been looted by those guys before."
Ma Jiao's spirit power kept searching around, but found nothing.
Central temple.
There is a tall staircase in front of the temple.
Under the steps is a small square.
At this time, the small square under the stage was full of practitioners wearing white robes and with shaved heads.
These practitioners are followers of Sufism and are called "Sufis".
At the front of the group of Su disciples, kneeling was an old man who had reached eight stars in cultivation.
At the same time, on the steps opposite them, stood a group of practitioners in gorgeous clothes, each with a strong aura.
In the middle of this group of practitioners, sat a young man wearing a golden robe, looking down from above.
His eyes were playful and a little violent, staring at the old man among the disciples, and said coldly: "Old guy, I advise you to tell the whereabouts of the Purana as soon as possible, otherwise I will never take back my words.
Minutes, kill a Su Tu."
The old man's eyes showed grief, but he kept his mouth tightly closed and did not say a word.
"Keep killing!"
The young man in golden robe showed a cold look on his face.
Phew!
As soon as he finished speaking, one of his men cut off the head of a Su disciple with a knife. After killing him, he laughed loudly: "These Su disciples have really bad heads and weak necks. They fall off as soon as they are chopped off. The result is that they can't figure it out."
, want to confront us."
"Old guy, why don't you tell me?"
The young man in golden robe was extremely irritable: "Are you like you worthy of being the leader of Sufism? You are still compassionate and sit back and watch your disciples being killed, but you are unwilling to give up a treasure. I think you are the most cruel devil."
head!"
The old man still didn't speak.
"Kill, kill for me!"
The young man in golden robe roared ferociously.
"Wait!"
This time, his order was interrupted by a middle-aged man.
"Ancestor Aoyin?"
The young man in golden robe frowned and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.
This middle-aged man is clearly an ancestor.
"Someone is coming."
The middle-aged man stared outside.
"Is someone coming?"
The young man in golden robe was surprised.
Before he finished speaking, the door outside opened slowly and automatically without any wind.
Then, two figures appeared.
The person in the front is wearing a green robe and looks pretty and ordinary, while the person in the back is tall and burly wearing a bamboo hat and is casually draped in a coarse cloth.
Of these two people, one looks like a man and the other looks like a blacksmith.
"I wonder who you are?"
Ancestor Aoyin said solemnly.
His main gaze was on Ma Jiao.
From Ma Jiao, he could feel the aura of his ancestor. As for Lin Mu, in his opinion, he was just a dark king and not worthy of attention.