"Hahaha!!! The same goes for you. Those who are possessed by demons will eventually be swallowed up by the demonic energy. Now that you are on the side of the monks, when your identity is exposed, will the guy next to you still allow you to be by his side?" Zhi Wu

Smiling, he wanted to attack Su Qingmo with words to shake her heart and find a loophole to kill her.

"You...are you a love brain? You are so naive, no wonder you associate with evil cultivators." Su Qingmo took out a pure white sword blade from the ring bag, and the blade drew a curve in the air,

The white snowflakes bloomed in the sky along curves, and then withered and dissipated. The whole process took only half a minute.

Several branches at the hilt of the sword bent out, blooming with gorgeous snowflakes. Beauty and purity are the symbol of this sword.

"You said that I associate with evil cultivators? Then please provide evidence and stop making slanderous remarks." Zhi Wu was irritated by Su Qingmo's words. He was indeed occupied with hatred, but he would not argue with those people.

Su Qingmo's words were simply an insult to the evil cultivator who hated him.

Su Qingmo lowered his eyes casually, staring into Zhi Wu's angry eyes, exploring his heart.

Surprisingly, he did not lie. Although he made the disgusting fleshy flesh, he did not put the fusion spell into the fleshy mud monster's body.

But deep in his heart, there was a twisted shadow that was deliberately hidden from prying eyes. This man had other secrets, secrets that even he had been deceived by.

Thinking about it this way, this matter is by no means simple. How did this almost closed village, surrounded by mountains, know that those who eat the flesh of monks can gain eternal life? And how did they set up a fusion spell on the territory of the demon cultivator without being noticed.

Turning his head and looking coldly at Zhi Wu, who was glaring at him with hatred, Su Qingmo raised the corners of his mouth, eyes brimming with interest, looking through Zhi Wu and looking behind him, where only black mist was spreading, Su Qingmo

It seemed that through the black mist, he could see a pair of illusory big hands controlling him above Zhiwu's head. Those hands were hidden in the darkness. Their fingers were thick and strong, but their surfaces were extremely clean and not stained with any blood.

Just using a rumor can turn the whole village into chaos. It can be seen that the person behind the scenes is extremely good at attacking the mind, and his subsequent layout is so clever that he can completely remove himself. This person must not be simple.

But... Su Qingmo turned to look at Shen Wangchen who was still struggling in the illusion. She already had a problem and didn't want to cause any more trouble.

So she will take the simplest way to deal with this matter, just kill the scapegoat identified by the person behind the scenes. She has no interest in finding out the truth.

"I'll give you three seconds to leave your last words in this world." The white light of the sword circulated, Su Qingmo held the sword and lightly jumped in the air, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Zhi Wu.

The sharp sword tip was pointed directly at Zhi Wu's neck. He hurriedly took a few steps back, but Su Qingmo saw through his inner timidity and refused to give in. The white sword came out of its nest like a snake's shadow. The sword tip stretched forward half an inch, stabbing deeply.

It penetrated deep into Zhiwu's neck, and blood spurted out for a moment.

Blood splattered on Su Qingmo's face. She slowly stretched out her other hand, wiped a blood stain on her face with her thumb, and whispered softly: "Death will give you a wonderful dream, allowing you to

Wash away your sins in this dream."

Su Qingmo waved his arm, and the silver sword light slashed across Zhi Wu's neck at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. The sword body had been withdrawn from the neck, and there was no trace of blood stained on it.

A long streak appeared on Zhi Wu's neck, and was quickly occupied by red blood stains. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and before he could react, his head fell to the ground.

Death came, and his life flashed quickly before his eyes. Finally, the figure reflected in his pupils was the figure he had thought about that day and night. The senior sister was as gentle as the first time she met her, smiling at him with a smile on her face, and gently stroking the blown away hair on her side with her hand.

With her long hair tucked behind her ears, she said warmly: "Junior brother, long time no see."

Then he smiled gently: "How have you been in these years?"

Zhi Wu wanted to reach out and touch her, but he saw blood and tears streaming from her pupils. The skin on her body was torn apart piece by piece starting from the soles of her feet. The torn flesh was as thin as cicada wings, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Open, blood gushes out from those wounds, covering upwards, until the whole body, the gentleness on the face is replaced by madness, staring at the red eyes, full of gloom: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this moment? Junior brother...

.Haven't you remembered yet? Junior brother...hehehe...you cruel executioner, why did you die now?"

Every time she said a word, her voice was changing. Only the voice of junior brother was always gentle. Different voices came out of her mouth, with different meanings of hatred.

Zhi Wu felt that his spiritual body was being torn apart, with countless pairs of slender hands pulling at his body, and something emerged in his mind.

Those distorted memories began to return to their original state. There was no senior sister in the memory at all? It was just an illusory character created by the confusion of memory.

In order to live forever, he left the village and joined the Immortal Sect, but he could only work as the lowest-level disciple in the sect. However, the disciple would not be exposed to anything related to cultivating immortals.

For mortals without qualifications, it is more difficult to change their destiny than to reach heaven.

But God was kind to him, and he met the gods, who told him that eating the flesh of monks would make mortals immortal.

So he focused on those women who were not highly cultivated, and deceived them into the village in the name of love. No matter how high their cultivation level was, in this village, he who held the art of immortality was the one in power.

Cutting off the flesh and blood of those arrogant monks with his own hands and throwing them to the villagers to eat gave him great inner satisfaction.

But what happened next?

The villagers who had eaten the flesh and blood of the monks began to explode one after another. Only then did he realize that all this was fake, that immortality was a lie to him, and that the gods he thought were just using him to do a test called human nature.

He is undoubtedly the leader in this test.

God got the result he wanted and abandoned him. He was waiting to die in despair, but was saved by a miracle doctor. He thought he had been saved and would be reborn again, but he never imagined that he would be in the next level of hell.

The miracle doctor distorted his memory and asked him to destroy the village he built with his own hands, calling it atonement.

Unfair! Why is God so unfair to him? He just wants to live forever, why can't he do it?

Grief and anger occupied his soul, and the senior sisters surrounding him let out miserable screams.

Zhi Wu's detached head opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, roared angrily, and his scarlet pupils frantically searched for the murderer who killed him.

Until Su Qingmo's stunning face came into her eyes, and she opened her mouth to say something that she thought would intimidate the other party, but a white sword pierced her forehead through her head and inserted it into the soil.

Su Qingmo clicked his tongue loudly and said with disgust: "Is it really difficult to kill a guy with someone behind him?"

Then he picked up the white sword, held a sword flower in his hand, took out a handkerchief with the other hand, and wiped off the blood on the end of the sword.

He casually raised one foot and stepped hard on Zhi Wu's head, which was still breathing. Blood immediately spattered all around.

Su Qingmo watched everything with a cold face, and complained in a low voice: "You can survive even if you chop off your head, so let's shake you into powder and see how you can survive? And... before you kill someone in the next life, you must first understand

Knowing the opponent's strength, I can go in and out seven times in the peak competition, how dare you, a dog abandoned by its owner, to bark at me? Is it your dehydrated brain that gives you the courage?"

Su Qingmo sneered disdainfully: "Bah! You stinking idiot." After saying that, he turned around and raised his foot to shatter Zhiwu's body. He cut the grass without removing the root, and the spring breeze blew it up again.

There were several rustling sounds coming from behind, and Su Qingmo used his spiritual sense to investigate.

-Ha! The uncle finally woke up!

Disgust means even more.

This man wakes up only after his nightmare is automatically shattered after he and others die?
Chapter completed!