Zhutian Avenue

An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, and countless tragic scenes flashed through his mind.

Mass graves are by no means simple words.

A mass grave represents the fear and despair of tens of millions of people and the disintegration of tens of millions of families.

Hengsi, what is it?

In his memory, he could see that Mrs. Wu, or the Wu family in Wuzhou, had already summed up a complete system of dying.

Sick and unhealthy, hungry and thirsty, killing without cause, being deprived of essence, burning, drowning, beast culling, falling cliff, poison curse ...

Hundreds and thousands of death-killing methods make anyone shudder when they see it.

What is the difference between inducing others to do it and doing it by yourself?

In other words, if the Soul Worm itself will have a little aura of the dying person, it may be counterproductive to do it yourself, and the people of the Wu family will not care to do it themselves.

So far, he didn't want to say half a word.

Just a long sigh.

Call ~

The sigh is floating in the air, and will not disperse for a long time.

After hearing the sigh, many people were slightly stunned, but Mrs. Wu's face changed, her heart suddenly rose cold, and bone cold.

At this moment, she felt that the indescribable horror was coming to the world. In a trance, it seemed that all the darkness between heaven and earth swept together, and she would be completely drowned!

For a time, she only felt that her heart was being held by an invisible large hand, and the violent and terrifying breath blocked all of her breathing, making her almost suffocated.

"Real people ~~~"

Under such a huge impact, Mrs. Wu immediately issued a hysterical scream:

"Why are you?!"

Why did you shoot me?

It was a great conversation ...

Do not!

Do not!

Her heart was endlessly fearful, but the soul-sucking insects in her body had already uttered a silent whine, spewing out from her mouth, nose and mouth, and the numerous pores all over her body.

The wave of terror and fierceness accompanied by the violent wind of black mist, immediately turned into a dark shield with a few people tall.

The shield was as dark as ink, and there were countless runes hidden on it. The fine and dense soul-drenching insects criss-crossed the weaving room, and outlined a two-armed demon with four arms.

boom!

The next moment, the large shield exploded.

Accompanied by a terrible scream, a palm as white as jade was pushed across, and the empty space was rippling up and down like a twist, making a groaning sound that was overwhelming.

The direction of the palm striking, just hit a long channel like an absolute vacuum.

"Do not!"

Mrs. Wu was terrified.

At this moment, the surrounding sky and earth seemed to be transformed into entities, and she was locked in it. In the face of this strong hand, she could not retreat, she could not escape.

Can't even pick up!

boom!

The screaming has not yet landed. The old woman Wu has been blown into the sky, and the flesh and bones have been instantly turned into fine particles that are invisible to the naked eye!

The aftermath spreads, and wherever it passes, the void seems to be split into two halves, unable to heal for a long time.

Until then, many real people who watched this scene recovered.

What happened to this?

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

There was a terrifying roar in the void.

Old Lady Wu's nearly distorted roar echoed among the mountains:

"Why? Why kill me? Why did you kill me? !!!"

"No wonder the symbiosis with insects for thousands of years is somewhat interesting, but unfortunately, this insect can't save you."

Hearing the sound of drunkenness from all directions, An Qisheng said lightly.

The Soul Worm can coexist with the Soul. This old lady Wu takes the Soul Worm as her destiny.

If not, she could not take his palm with her cultivation base.

Even if he just shoots casually.

Call ~

When the words didn't fall, the palm of his slap suddenly pulled back, and his five fingers shook himself.

Hum ~

It was just a simple fist, and the void in all directions seemed to collapse with his palm as the center.

The dust and air waves visible to the naked eye, the heaven and earth essence and the fine particles, which are invisible to the naked eye, suddenly flowed back.

Whistling and enveloping countless subtle soul-sucking insects fell into An Qisheng's palm.

"you......"

The screaming of Mrs. Wu stopped abruptly and was completely blocked by the palm of her hand.

An Qisheng did not answer her unwilling question, just as she did not care about the question of those who died in her hands.

Call ~

There was a sudden silence between the mountains, and the gentle atmosphere before disappeared suddenly.

Everyone's face changed, and I didn't know what to do, let alone what to say.

No injustice, no enmity, and no interest at all. At one time, they never wanted to understand why An Qisheng shot against Mrs. Wu.

However, some people have heard some rumors, and at this time they have a sense of awakening in their hearts.

"Dare to ask the real person, why did he suddenly shoot?"

After a while, an old man in a robe asked carefully.

Mrs. Wu had no friendship with most of the people present. Many people had n’t even seen her at all, but the real person who saw the divine power was killed without reason.

Inevitably still a little uneasy.

Moody people are the most frightening, especially because of their unpredictable behavior.

"I'm not happy in my heart."

An Qisheng lowered his palm. These soul worms are of high value, but I do not know what can be replaced by something.

do not like?

Many people looked at each other, all saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Just killed a real person just because of unhappiness, or a real person of a millennium family?

This is no longer moody, it is clearly a thirst.

"The rumors are true. The long-term Ando is really jealous and hateful, and decisive."

Tianjidaodao slowly opened:

"It seems that the Taoist is to be a saint."

His intelligence is all over Daqing, and the calculation of the innate number is the pinnacle. Of course, because of the disorder of the heaven and earth, what is known and seen and deduced is not comparable to ordinary people.

What An Qisheng has done over the past few years naturally cannot hide him.

Because An Qisheng didn't cover up at all.

Looking at the person from the matter, he vaguely knew what kind of person An Qisheng was.

saint?

Xiao Feng, congenital Taoist people, Baihu real person and others were slightly shocked.

How do they not know the words saint?

Ending the ancient chaos, eradicating the world's demon atmosphere, setting up the Yin Si City God, and opening the Nether Mansion, the Nether Mansion Jun Changfeng, is called a saint.

"One of my teachers said that when he was young, he was a first-class person for first-class things, but he was him, I was me, he was a saint, but I couldn't do it, and I couldn't.

An Qisheng replied lightly, glancing at himself again:

"I am a bit more murderous ..."

His eyes were as calm as his words, but as his gaze swept, each real person had a kind of trembling feeling that he could not look directly at, and he felt something faintly.

Unexpectedly, the complexion changed slightly, and the mana in the body rose.

"Killing ..."

The Ruyi monk's eyes moved, and I don't know what I remembered.

He seemed to anticipate something and wanted to speak.

"Daoyou want to punish evil and promote good?"

Tianji Taoist has spoken again, and seems to have a touch of expectation:

"The old man would like to hear the details and wait and see."

"The body with no good and no nausea has good and malicious actions. When you think bad, it is evil. There is no absolute good and evil in the world. .

I can't talk about punishing evil and promoting good, but I'm just practicing my own way and asking for a good idea! "

An Qisheng lay his hands flat on his lap, his eyes slowly falling.

Heaven and humanity, right and wrong, can't tell clearly, can't tell.

Occupying the banner of morality to denounce others and endorse what he did, he did not do it.

He is not a saint, a non-god, nor even a human.

What he asks, his thoughts are accessible, what he does, unity of knowledge and action.

that is it.

As far as others are concerned, whether they are good or evil, Buddha or Tao, or devil or evil, what does it matter?

Call ~

There was silence in the mountains of Xishan, and only An Qisheng's voice was floating in the air.

Many real people, the real people seem to have expected something, and many people have slowly stood up, and the phantom emerged behind them, stirring the world's spirit and accumulating vigilance.

"An Zhenren, what are you going to do?"

A real person who crosses the robbery suddenly gets up, and looks at An Qisheng, his body tight:

"If I wait for a place that offends a real person, the real person just talks about it, and I will make a penalty for it, and never commit a crime again!"

Not only him, but also many real people who stood by the robbery stood up solemnly.

Because, with the voice floating, the mountains of the West Mountain were suddenly filled with bitter chills, which was more terrifying than what the cold winter twelfth lunar month, and it was hard to accept.

This is the killing intention of Yuanshen.

If you don't send it, it's just Shi Shitian.

"I'm not an overbearing person."

An Qisheng responded lightly to many real people's questions.

Rumble ~

The wind and clouds gathered above the sky, the sky was full of ink, and the lightning flashed, the thunder dragon rolled, and the electric snake raged.

Smoke and dust rose among the mountains, withered branches and leaves flying with the wind, and the remaining snow drifted.

A look like a storm.

"you......"

The questioning real person's mouth twitched, and his entire body of hair blew up at once, feeling an inexplicably powerful killing intent.

It was not until this time that he felt the power once felt by the God of Heaven and Taoism.

There is no slight fluctuation of the spirit, but it seems that there is a riot in the sky and the earth, and the waves are all in all directions. It seems that the next moment will fall into eternal silence.

"This time you came to this Ten Thousand Law Conference ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but you can't return empty-handed ..."

An Qisheng's voice was not high or low, but he suppressed the sound of the thundering rolling in the sky, and clearly echoed in the ears of everyone present in his heart.

"At this time, there are 147 people in the Ten Thousand Altars! Among them, two are the Yuanshen, 36 are the real humans of the robbery, and the rest are all the heroes of one faction, the king of one place, and the magical achievement. , Hundreds of real people ... "

In the gust of wind, under the invisible deterrent, no one in the altar of law can sit, except for the wishful monk and the heavenly cliché.

All of them stood up involuntarily, their eyes and expressions all condensed in the center of the altar.

Then they saw that the Taoist in white raised a finger:

"Take me a trick, is it life or death ..."

After a pause, An Qisheng looked around Siye, calm and indifferent:

"Follow my heart!"