Chapter 235 Walking on the Song

Killed two people, stopped for a moment, and walked step by step in the direction pointed by the dark crow. My mind recalled the scene of killing the two monks with the tiger spirit, and I couldn't help but be secretly excited. The murderous spirit in the body is more intense. With every step, the momentum of the body rises by one point.

Comfort!!

When fighting with a tiger soul, Di Shitian clearly felt that every inch of his whole body was constantly beating, emitting an extremely happy feeling. It was a kind of joy, the blood was happy, and it seemed to be a natural nature. The desire for battle and the deep yearning for that kind of battle.

Fight, keep fighting.

In the body of the king of beasts, the blood of battle flows. The innate fighting instinct of the ancient demon cultivation is also constantly stimulating his nerves. It made him have a strong sense of war. A turbulent mood that does not spit out is constantly echoing in the chest.

In ancient times, almost all ancient demons were cultivated. For martial arts and combat skills, they have immeasurable talents. Every time they fight, they are extremely passionate and hot-blooded. That's the touch of strength, that's the battle between combat skills and combat skills. In contrast, that kind of battle, in ancient times, was the most powerful means of the demon clan.

Legend has it that in ancient times, powerful demons were cultivated. At will, you can break the void and crush the stars with your combat skills. Take the sun and the moon. That kind of earth-shaking magic power. It is almost a powerful manifestation.

For a long time, Emperor Shitian has been fighting. Most of them rely on the seven sins demon piano and even their own tiger roaring sound waves to fight against the enemy. Although they are strong, they lack the unique feeling of real fighting that is respectful to the flesh, and the knife sees the blood. Feel the blood, the comfort of the battle. Until today.

When only one knife went down and killed two monks, the knife was scratching their bodies. The pleasure in their flesh and blood was indescribable.

This is the unique fighting spirit of blood in a man's heart. This unspeakable mood constantly echoed in his chest, giving him a feeling that he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Raise your eyebrows. The evil spirit overflowed between the eyebrows. Cold and arrogant, extremely cold.

A song formula that I had seen in my previous life couldn't help but come to my mind.

"Men are violent. Things and benevolence. Two can't stand. Men should kill people without mercy. Thousands of years of immortality, all in killing

I couldn't help spitting out a song. This is a murder song, and this is a men's line. When he first saw this song ballad that year, countless prides appeared in his heart. Seven blood rolled in his chest, and he couldn't wait to be on the iron-blooded battlefield in ancient times. Be a real man.

As soon as this song comes out, every time you spit out a sentence, the infinite fighting spirit in your chest seems to have an extra box, directly breaking out of the body, and a refreshing and comfortable feeling appears all over the body. The mind seems to have reached a kind of sublimation at this moment. Every time I say a word, my fighting spirit rises by one point. The pace under your feet is also moving forward in a rhythm.

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were loyal. If you kill someone, you will be lighter than a feather. There are also heroes and hegemons, killing people like hemp, galloping around the world, only boasting of knives and guns. Now I want to find this kind of moon shadow in vain, "

"Wow!"

The mind was turbulent, and the whole person stepped into an indescribable situation without warning. With every step, the mind seemed to begin to transform and sublimate in the song. All kinds of things that have happened since he was reborn on this purple gold continent came to his mind; the mind was immersed in the murderous song. The whole person. The real beginning is to slowly integrate into the world you are in. The tiger spirit is the divine soldier of life. When their hearts were together, they couldn't help making a tiger roar on the knife. The hegemony in the knife is even more awe-inspiring.

"You don't see it, the Confucians are going to die. From then on, Shenzhou praised benevolence and righteousness. Once the captists disturbed the Central Plains, the scholars ran like cowardly people and cried. I want to learn from the ancient style and revive my ambition. The reputation is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence scold. Wearing an iron sword, you will kill people when you are angry"

"Cut the stock and drink wine, talk and laugh. Kill enemies thousands of miles, and I hope to spend ten weeks. Dedicated to the field of light, and the relationship with the underworld. Go out to the west gate. I'm going back. God is tired and sleeps, and the war number suddenly leaves the mother, and the mother is sad and the child is not sad. The man will not return as he grows up. Killing the heavens and the earth, the tragic shock of the court

A murderous song kept echoing on this dry bone wasteland and spread far away. In the dark, the song seems to be able to move the sky. In the sky above the sky, a terrible blood red appeared strangely. In the blood, there are countless golden horses and iron horses, the sound of killing.

Walk on the song, chant one step at a time. The sound of the song was shocked. The mind involuntarily entered an incredible situation, empty, no, a kind of inexplicable sublimation. In the first killing with the tiger soul, it completely stimulated the innate fighting spirit and the nature of killing in Di Shitian's body. In this bloody murder song of ancient and modern men, it suddenly aroused a kind of resonance and naturally immersed in that kind of intention.

In the dead bone wasteland, it was the battlefield of ancient times. The land of killing remains in this wasteland. I don't know how many unrivaled heroes have been buried. As soon as the song of murder came out, it spread in this wasteland, and there was also a scene that no one could imagine, which led to the hidden river; I don't know how many heroes resonate. In the loom, under the withered bone wasteland, the little talent's ignorant shadow appeared. Surrounding the emperor Shitian, he roared in shock.

Ghosts cry and gods are humble!!

These are all a wisp of soul left by the supreme strong man who fell from ancient times. He should have slept underground for a long time, but Emperor Shitian sang a song of "Killing Song" that shocked ghosts and gods in this wasteland. The incomparable pride in the song actually awakened countless remnant souls from the ground. He kept rushing out of the ground and surrounded Di Shitian.

But at this time, Emperor Shitian's whole mind seemed to be completely immersed in the song. There is no awareness of the outside world, just walking step by step.

"Kill one person in three steps, and your heart will stop. Blood flows thousands of miles, and the corpse pillows Qianxun Mountain. After the battle, the strong man was tired of sleeping the enemy's body. I still kill people in my dreams. Smiling reflects Su Hui. The daughter asked, what's wrong with a man? In ancient times, benevolence and virtue harmed people, and morality has never been true. Don't you see, the lion and tiger prey has gained fame. Who has pity for the poor elk? The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable. Don't ask, men have their own men

"The power of power!!"

The countless remnant souls also seemed to be immersed in the violent madness in the song, and even knocked on the blades in their hands one after another, making countless sounds of killings, setting off the song. That kind of tragic smell. Reverberating over the wasteland. A more strange scene appeared, and a broken soul followed Di Shitian step by step and rushed into his body.

On his forehead, the purple king pattern jumped up crazily at an immeasurable speed, bursting out a brilliant purple divine light. Every soul. . They naturally rushed into the body and rushed into the king's pattern. Wang Wen slowly turned into a purple flame on his forehead. Every time a soul rushed into his body, the momentum on his body involuntarily rose by one point, and the breath emanating from his body was a kind of tragic killing.

"Men are violent. Things and benevolence. Two can't stand. The man is in the killing arena, and his bile is like a bear and his eyes are like a wolf. If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart. Men never wear a shirt, and the enemy laughs at each other. There are 100 battlefields, and everywhere is willing to be green with weeds

On the wasteland, ghosts are crying and howling. The whole sky has turned into a bleed color today.

"What's going on? How did it become like this in the wilderness? Oh, my God, these are all souls buried under the dead bones. How can they run out? Could it be that a big murderer was born?

"Listen, everyone, this song, this song is good" is so domineering. Who is singing?"

"Are these souls attracted by the song? Who wrote this song? I have a kind of blood boiling, and I have the impulse to kill with a knife

At this time, on the wasteland, there is not only Di Shitian, but also a group of monks. The song echoes on the wasteland. Moreover, with the passage of time, the song is getting louder and louder, not only resounding through the wasteland. It went to the continuous echo of the whole southern barbarian. All those who heard this "Men's Travel" and this "Killing Song", whether they are people, demons, or even those birds and beasts that have not yet been born of spirituality, involuntarily have a kind of pride in their bodies.

At this time, it is in front of Di Shitian. A group of monks in black looked panicked and listened to the song in their ears with fear and doubt. Among them, there are the men and women who fought with Emperor Shitian in those years. Almost all the monks in the wasteland gathered here.

"Bang!! Pop!!" "

The pace is extremely calm, and the singing in the mouth is still:

"Men should not tremble, there are songs to listen to: killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. If you slaughter a million, you will be a hero. The hero is different: see through the name of ten thousand years of benevolence, but make him show his strength in this life. A good name does not love notoriety, and there is no punishment for killing millions of people. It's better to teach thousands of people to hate than to scold me. If you look at the world for thousands of years, where do heroes not kill people?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

The body is still moving forward, dragging the tiger's soul in his hand, and countless souls are constantly centering on it. Crazy poured into his body. This scene is extremely strange. I'm afraid that no matter how powerful people are to see such a scene, they will be scared to drop their eyes on the spot.

Three killing words were spit out, and the turbulent murderous spirit directly rose to the sky, running through the sky, the sun and the moon. The whole turbulent wilderness trembled violently.

The ten-bone soul-eating tree growing on the wasteland made a strange roar one after another, which was extremely evil.

A murderous song can't believe that it caused the whole wasteland to produce such a shocking change.

Di Shitian, who caused all this, is still immersed in the inexplicable artistic conception. It is not clear that there will be such a change. It's even more unclear. What kind of transformation and future will this change bring him?

"This song, is, Emperor Shitian?"

The dawn in the Valley of Flowers, his face changed instantly, and he suddenly stood up and looked at the dead bone wasteland in disbelief.

The first man's trip also makes me quite excited. There is a feeling of blood boiling. Only now have all demons are really begun to spread out. Next, let's miss * infinite points. Let's accompany the man's trip together to kill a bloody road to Su and ask for tickets. Any ticket is OK