Chapter 111 The Muddle Way Forward

The rain has stopped, and the ground is full of puddles of water. A lonely figure walks quietly in the dark world. He doesn't care about the muddy road or avoid the puddles on the road surface. He walks like this, walks through the stagnant water and falls into the quagmire. In his cold red eyes, there is a dead silence. Look There is no emotional fluctuation.

In the distance, a magnificent city appeared in his view, and the mottled walls were traces of war, and even the years could not erode it.

Stop to look and feel the hustle and bustle of the world in the distance. People are constantly entering and leaving the gate. Many people carry a truckload of goods, and then temporarily rest in the city. After preparing everything, they start the journey again. People come and go, full of laughter.

He stopped and took his steps again. Looking at the direction he walked, it was the huge city in the distance.

The lonely figure is naturally the king of heaven. Nowadays, his whole consciousness is in a state of vagueness, and his whole body is swallowed up by the power of darkness, but now his desire for killing is not so strong, in an unpredictable state, as if the endless desire to kill is well hidden. Hidden in the underground abyss, only need a stimulus, and this crazy desire to kill will completely burst out.

A long dark hair, scattered at will, and the soil mixed with rain, wrapped the black hair into a wisp and pressed it tightly to the forehead. The handsome face is extremely pale at this moment, without a trace of blood. I don't know where to pick up the ragged clothes, countless mouths and holes are all over this unbearable. Purpose coat.

The whole body is covered with dirt. At this moment, the king Lintian is like a beggar walking on the mountain road, but the faint dark breath emanating from him makes all creatures feel a faint cold and piercing feeling.

On the way to the city, a caravan passed by Jun Lintian. The caravan avoided this extremely dirty beggar on its own. At this moment, it was already a vague Jun Lintian and did not care about it. He just walked quietly on his own path and did not pay attention to everything around him.

There are some powerful practitioners in the caravan. As long as these people are there, the robbers and bandits along the way have to think about it if they want to regard the caravan as a fat lamb.

One of them sat behind a truck. When he passed by Jun Lintian, he suddenly felt that his body and soul were as cold as falling from an ice cellar, and he looked slightly at the shady guy, but with his power and fourth-level cultivation, he felt this lonely guy. When he breathed, he suddenly shivered.

The powerful fourth-order strongman subconsciously pulled out the long sword at his waist. Just as he was about to shout and fight with Jun Lintian, the figure who had been quietly walking forward suddenly raised his head and saw the strong man who was about to draw his sword.

"Boom!"

A thunder exploded directly in the mind of the powerful fourth-order strongman. His outstretched hands stayed in the air and trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, his breathing became unprecedentedly rapid, and the frequency of his heartbeat was extremely high, frantically pushing the blood flow in his body.

The powerful strong man, under the gaze of his fishy red eyes, had no power to fight back. In his perception, the world turned into blood, and there were corpses everywhere, full of bloody breath. The feeling of falling into the 18th floor of hell woke him up. The deepest fear in my heart is just the fear of a pair of red eyes.

He held his breath, and at the moment when his soul was about to collapse, Jun Lintian withdrew his eyes. He still walked quietly on the muddy road, allowing the caravan around him to drive past him.

The powerful fourth-order strong man suddenly exhaled, and his whole body collapsed on the train, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell like rain. In the fine armor, he had already been completely wet with sweat. His heart was shocked and did not dare to look at it again. If he could, he would not want to look at the red and dark pair again in his life. Eyes.

"What's the matter, man?"

An old man of the caravan came up and patted the powerful fourth-level strongman. The old face left traces of vicissitudes of time, with a soft smile. The old man was the leader of the caravan. He knew that if the caravan wanted to successfully complete the task and reach its destination, these powerful practitioners were essential and could be hired. It is even more lucky for him to be a powerful man.

So when the old man saw the undetermined situation of the powerful fourth-level strongman, he was extremely shocked. For a moment, he thought that there were robbers who were so powerful that even powerful people could not resist the attack caravans.

Although he was surprised, the old man who had been wandering all year long knew how to hide his true mood, so he suppressed the shock and doubts in his heart. The old man's face was filled with a soft smile and knocked on the news he wanted to know from the side, but this time he got the result expected by the old man. .

The powerful strong man who is usually easy to talk to become extremely irritable today. He directly glared at the old man and shouted, "Shut up, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

Such an unexpected scene made the smooth old man not know how to deal with it for a moment. He obediently closed his mouth, but in those deep and wise eyes, the old man saw the fear deep into his soul from the anger of the powerful strong man in front of him.

Shocked the whole soul of the old man for a while. What kind of thing can make the powerful man afraid like this?

The old man dared not think about it, but in the old man's memory, he seemed to vaguely remember that the powerful strong man just now seemed to look at the ragged beggar behind the caravan. He subconsciously turned his head, but just when the old man's head had just moved, a cold blade had already It was against his throat.

"You are not a fool!"

The powerful fourth-order strongman said, and at the same time, the cold tone in his words was telling the old man that if he continued to pursue, the blade that had been held in his throat would not hesitate to pierce.

The old man smiled bitterly and scolded his stupidity.

The caravan walked quietly on the muddy road, as if nothing had happened, and the lonely figure of Jun Lintian fell quietly behind the caravan, with no focus in his red eyes. He didn't know where to go or what he should do. He just walked muddle-headedly, black The confused breath in the dark completely enveloped the king's sky.

Unconsciously, it has arrived at the gate. After the caravan went through the formalities of entering the city, it entered the city, but Jun Lintian, who had been falling behind the caravan, was stopped by the soldiers at the gate.

"Old man, this rag collector is not also yours, is it?"

The soldier defending the city shouted loudly, and the old man's heart was very clear. The ragged guy behind the caravan was deeply feared by the powerful fourth-order strong man. He smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, because during this short journey, the old man had been thinking about the lonely and strange figure. What kind of existence is it?

Whenever the old man sees the unconcealed fear in the depths of the eyes and pupils of the powerful fourth-order strong man, the old man can't help trembling. What kind of existence can make the extremely powerful powerful strong man so afraid? Is it the legendary jihad level? But... Even if the old man has traveled endless mountains and rivers over the years, the jihadist-level strongman has only heard of it and has never seen it.

Moreover, why is that extremely powerful existence such a dress? Is it the dazzling of the powerful fourth-order strongman?

The old man guessed in his heart, so that he forgot to lead the caravan to find a place to stay. The old man's caravan had entered the city, but he suddenly felt the chaos behind him. Many people looked at the gate behind him, and several soldiers stopped the trayed guy, but It was a dark breath that permeated in an instant. All the people shrouded in dark forces burst out with a tragic and painful roar, and finally their bodies directly burst into a bloody fog.

Looking at the scene at the gate, the old man's heart instantly rose to his throat, and the feeling that his soul was frozen. At this moment, the old man's real portrayal, the old body could finally withstand the inner shock, and trembled.

What kind of power is this? You know, those soldiers defending the city are all masters, and in the perception of the old man, among the passers-by passing through the gate, there is a passer-by who is more powerful than the breath of the powerful fourth-level strong man in the caravan, who is also shrouded in the dark breath, but the passerby still does not Any accident directly burst into a blood mist.

The old man suddenly felt that he had stopped beating, his dry throat, and swallowed his saliva fiercely. After a long time, the old man quickly left this place of right and wrong under the pull of the caravan, but the old man's heart had experienced countless waves, but he could no longer calm down.

Fortunately, I didn't provoke him before...

The old man kept celebrating in his heart, but the next moment the old man suddenly thought of something. The fear had lost his blood color and became extremely pale. Suddenly, there was a trace of excitement and shock. "Who else can have such a horrible power besides the legendary jihad-level strongman?"

The old man is worthy of the people who have gone through all kinds of storms. After a brief panic in his heart, he was excited and happy for the final long-cherished wish in his heart.

If the old man in the caravan knows that this is beyond the jihad-level existence in front of him, and even the strong man in the sky level can't easily defeat him, he really doesn't know what kind of emotion the old man will emerge. Perhaps, even if the old man dies immediately, he will die without regrets. After all, in his lifetime It is great luck to see such an existence.