Chapter 3 Compassion leads to disaster

Wang Wujian hurriedly retreated more than a dozen steps. His hands, especially the handle of the knife, loomed with red light, because he had to use his martial soul to resist the shock caused by the rebound of the weapon, but his face was full of victory.

Wang Wujian shook his arm, brushed the black hair that blocked the sight, and then walked slowly towards the claw monster.

Its body seems to have been raked countless times. The end of the body has no skin. Not only the hard skin becomes meat foam, but also the internal organs protected by the soul force are cracked, and even constantly overflowing out of the body. The inner elixir in the heart emits a faint red light.

The so-called Neidan is the source of monster energy and life, which is equivalent to the well-known beast core.

Seeing the miserable situation of the claws, the joy on Wang Wujian's face suddenly disappeared. Suddenly, his move was a little cruel, and he even had the idea of no longer need to use it.

"I said, you will be the first dead soul in my life!" After a half moan, Wang Wujian stepped forward indifferently.

"No, no, kill me." A sound that sounded rough but seemed to be out of breath suddenly came to Wang Wujian's ears.

Wang Wujian was shocked. There was only himself and the claw monster in the square. The begging voice obviously came from the claw monster, but its blood-filled eyes did not show a sad look at all, but extra hatred and anger.

"This, what's going on? Is this a spirit beast?" Wang Wujian gathered his whole body in surprise and quickly made a defensive posture.

In the land of China, there are four kinds of animals. The most common animals are, of course, similar to chickens, ducks, geese and cats. The more powerful ones are beasts such as wolf, tigers, lions and leopards, but these animals can also be killed by ordinary people.

If it is higher, there are all kinds of monsters. They are born with martial souls, which is much more convenient than human cultivation, but if you want to achieve great things, you need to go through thousands of battles.

There is also a kind of beast that is particularly special, which is called a half-human beast. Just like its name, it is said that they are a non-human and non-animal race when humans and spirit beasts ruled the world together thousands of years ago, but their temperament is strange and their whereabouts are little known.

The "spirit beast" shouted by Wang Wujian is another kind of ancient mythical beast with wisdom equivalent to human beings. It is said that the spirit beast was the ruler of the land of China ten thousand years ago, but for some unknown reason, the number of spirit beasts living in the land of China suddenly decreased.

Today, most martial arts spirits do not see their bodies when they hear it, but everyone knows that almost ten martial arts spirits in the realm of the spiritual emperor are not opponents of a spirit beast.

The most basic difference between spirit beasts and other beasts is that spirit beasts are born to speak human language.

"Is this a spirit beast?" Wang Wujian was very surprised by its sudden sound.

"No, don't kill me..." The dying strange voice sounded again, and the tone was almost begging, but it was obviously the opposite of the strange and hateful eyes of the claws.

"You don't have the right to execute my life. You have won. Please, let me go!" The voice jumped into the heart of Wang Wujian word by word. The body of the claw monster suddenly turned over. The blood in the cavity and the broken liver flowed out of the body, and a strong smell forced Wang Wujian back a few steps.

A little desolate and tragic.

"You have no right to execute my life!" This sentence hit Wang Wujian's heart, which made him a little overwhelmed. Killing monsters to strengthen himself, which was considered a natural thing by all martial arts. At this time, his philosophy was broken by this sentence.

Wang Wujian paused for a moment and felt a little pity. He was sure that the monster could not threaten him and relaxed his vigilance. At this time, there were earth-shaking shouts around him.

This was a cheer of worship and excitement. Wang Wujian quickly looked around, and the corners of his eyes showed a mouthful of white teeth. He held a weapon in his hands and slowly raised it over his head to accept the honor.

"Wow!"

A thick red column of light suddenly shot out of the abdomen of the claw monster. Obviously, it gathered the last trace of soul power in its body and wanted to die with Wang Wujian.

This power comes from its inner elixir. The so-called inner elixir, also known as the beast core, can be used to enhance the power of weapons or promote the growth of the martial soul. This is why the martial spirit believes that killing monsters is a natural thing.

But when Wang Wujian, who was immersed in pride, smelled the smell of death, the pillar of light came in front of him with infinite hatred. The powerful wind made him squinting his eyes and unable to face the blow.

"Ah! Ah!" When Wang Wujian shouted in horror and was about to raise his weapon to resist the blow, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, the claw monster had flown out dozens of feet away, standing on his side with his eyes like ice.

"Stupid!" Wang Meng stared at him and shouted angrily.

Wang Wujian held the weapon tightly and ran the martial soul with all his strength to let the soul power swim in his body in an attempt to suppress the panic of the first time.

Just like a child who did something wrong, he didn't dare to look directly at Wang Meng, and even felt ashamed in public.

"How many times have I told you, don't give your enemy time to breathe, all you have to do is kill it!" Wang Meng took a step forward and roared in a low voice covering Wang Wujian with his strong soul power, which made Wang Wujian, whose breath had just calmed down, hurried.

Wang Wujian suddenly turned his head and stared at the claw monster in the distance. It was this cunning monster who tried to use his sympathy to kill himself in seconds, which made his sudden pity for the monster suddenly disappear. Two red flames gushed out from the palm of his hand and intermittently covered the whole blade.

Monsters and martial arts and even human beings are born to be enemies, Wang Wujian said hatefully.

"Remember, Xiaowu, heaven and earth are not benevolent, take everything as a dog, the strong are not benevolent, and take the weak as a dog. Only when you are strong enough can you choose between killing or not!" Wang Meng calmed down, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go back!" You have to reflect!"

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A few nights later, the bright moonlight spread on the altar of the holy god of the Wang family. The altar was made of countless warm jade. Successive family leaders announced various plans about the survival of the family on this altar.

At this time, a young man lay on the warm table with his legs crossed and looked up at the vast starry sky. Just like most noble children, he looked like a ruffian with his head and legs.

Wang Gui, a martial arts technician of the Wang family, is a peerless strongman in the realm of the spiritual emperor, who is responsible for teaching direct descendants and training the tutors of the family's legion.

There is a long sword hanging around his waist. The genshen inlaid at the end of the hilt shines with a strange dark red light. From the faint breath emitted by it alone, you can guess that it is not an ordinary gentian god. The level of the yuan god is divided into four levels: ordinary, excellent, excellent and excellent. There is no doubt, It is a superb gengod.

Just like all martial arts spirits, a martial arts spirit that can attach gens to weapons, especially the best genshen, is definitely a master among masters and the strong among the strong.