magic eye doctor

Neither father nor son of the Zhao family is good, and Yan Xing is not ready to let anyone go. After killing Jia Ling and Zhao Yixiong, sooner or later Zhao Li and Zhao Zongze will be sent to hell.

Before he left, Zhao Li came first. Wasn't this because he couldn't find a place after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there?

Yan Xing did not hide his murderous intention, he rushed forward and kicked Zhao Li into the door with one kick, then closed the door with another kick and turned around to face the Zhao family and his son.

Zhao Li was pulled hard and staggered several times. After shaking a few times to steady his feet, he found that his youngest son Zhao Yixiong had also fallen into a pool of blood.

Seeing his son's miserable state, Zhao Li was furious: "Yan Xing, you little beast! If you beat your own father, you won't be afraid of being struck by lightning from the sky!"

Zhao Yixiong lay on the floor with a look of horror on his face: "Dad, save me! Save me quickly! Yan Xing killed Jia Ling, and he wants to kill me...Dad, save me..."

"Jia Ling is dead?" Zhao Li looked at the hall of the Yan family in horror, and saw a large pool of flesh and blood in the hall, with a head next to it.

The hair on the head was messy and the face was covered in blood, but one could still recognize it as Jia Ling.

Zhao Li was so frightened that his legs shook as if shaking, and he scolded in a stern voice: "Yan Xing, you are crazy! Killing is a life, even if you kill Jia Ling, you won't survive!"

"You also know that killing requires a life. You killed my mother and grandma. Jia Ling is dead. Now it's your father and son's turn to go on the road."

Yan Xing smiled ferociously, beheaded Zhao Yixiong with one sword, and walked towards Zhao Li with the bloody sword.

"You bastard, you little bastard, you dare to kill your father! You are a scourge! I should have strangled you to death on the day you were born, to prevent you from harming the Zhao family..." Zhao Li backed away in horror, and spoke back even before his death.

Zhao Li refused to repent, and Yan Xing approached step by step with his sword in hand. But at this moment, Zhao Zongze's cheerful shout came from outside - "Grandma, grandma, I'm here to see you!"

A familiar voice came, and Yan Xing smiled at Zhao Li, who looked horrified: "You Zhao family father and son are worse than animals. Don't worry, you and your good son will go on the road first. I will send Zhao Zongze down to reunite with you later."

"Yan Xing, I will fight with you!" Hearing the voice of his grandson Zhao Zongze, the frightened Zhao Li rushed towards Yan Xing like a furious lion.

Zhao Li was still thinking about Zhao Zongze even before his death. Yan Xing raised his sword without hesitation: "You are so worried about your precious grandson Zhao Zongze, I will definitely help you."

His sword swept past Zhao Li's shoulder, and the gourd from Zhao Li's neck flew away. His hypocritical face still maintained an angry expression.

"There are three, including Guo Furong and Zhao Zongze." After Zhao Li was killed with one sword, Yan Xing carried the sword and swept to the door, waiting to send Zhao Zongze on his way.

But after waiting and waiting, Zhao Zongze was nowhere to be seen. He opened the door and looked outside. It was empty, and there was no trace of Zhao Zongze.

Where is Zhao Zongze?

Did he realize something was wrong and run away?

Yan Xing chased after him. He ran so fast that the house and trees flew backwards. The next moment, he arrived at the place where Zhao Li lived.

Standing in front of his mother's property, he was about to turn around and leave when he heard bursts of laughter coming from the yard.

Yan Xing walked in, crossed the mushroom field, and walked in through the open door of the small foreign-style building. He saw Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Guo Furong, and Mrs. Zhao entertaining Wang Yuxuan in the living room.

Wang Yuxuan and Zhao Zongze sat together affectionately.

Something is wrong. Isn't Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong dead? Why are they still fine?
That instinctive consciousness flashed away, so fast that Yan Xing didn't have time to catch it. He heard another voice shouting "Kill him, kill him", and he rushed towards the Zhao father and son.

There were screams in his ears, but he turned a deaf ear. He just wanted to cut the bodies of the Zhao family and his son into thousands of pieces. After a frenzy of chopping melons and vegetables, he also successfully cut Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, and Guo Furong into eight pieces.

But Zhao Zongze ran away.

Zhao Li held him back tightly, allowing Zhao Zongze to escape.

Yan Xing chopped Zhao Li into firewood, and ignored the trembling Wang Yuxuan, Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Danxuan, and rushed to chase Zhao Zongze.

I don’t know why, but Zhao Zongze runs fast.

Yan Xing chased Zhao Zongze back to the compound where his grandfather lived, and watched Zhao Zongze enter his grandfather's house. When he chased into Yan's house, he saw Jia Ling and Zhao Zongze sitting in the hall talking, as close as grandparents and grandchildren.

At this time, Yan Xing had no time to think about why Jia Ling, who was obviously dead, was alive again. There was only one goal in his mind - Zhao Zongze.

He carried the sword and killed Zhao Zongze and Jia Ling, and once again chopped Jia Ling into pieces, but Zhao Zongze managed to escape again. It was Jia Ling who dragged him desperately, allowing Zhao Zongze to escape.

Unwilling to do anything, Yan Xing angrily cut Jia Ling into thousands of pieces and pursued Zhao Zongze again, seemingly wanting to cut him into pieces to satisfy his hatred.

This time, he followed the clues and tracked down Wang Guohong's family, and Zhao Zongze and Wang Yuxuan were enjoying themselves happily in the lap of Mrs. Wang of the Wang family.

Yan Xing rushed in and slashed at Zhao Zongze without hesitation. The Wang family became chaotic.

But he still failed to kill Zhao Zongze. Wang Yuxuan hugged his legs and cried, forcing Zhao Zongze to escape.

Yan Xing kicked Wang Yuxuan away and pursued Zhao Zongze relentlessly. He chased him in a circle and back to the courtyard on Changning Street.The small foreign-style building where Zhao Zongze and the Zhao family lived was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the family gathered together to celebrate the festival.

Yan Xing, filled with hatred in his heart, rushed into the small foreign building, pounced on his enemies like a wolf among sheep, and successfully chopped up Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong and his son, and Guo Furong.

Zhao Zongze managed to escape again because Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong helped him buy time.

Yan Xing pursued Zhao Zongze unswervingly and succeeded in finding the person every time, but every time someone protected Zhao Zongze, he always managed to escape.

Just like certain memories reappearing over and over again, he also killed Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Jia Ling and Guo Furong countless times. The only flaw was that Zhao Zongze was allowed to go unpunished every time.

Because he had killed his enemies countless times, the murderous intention in Yan Xing's heart also decreased with time. When he killed Jia Ling, Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong again at Yan's house, he chased Zhao Zongze to the yard on Changning Street and was stunned. Stopped.

After staring at the wall of the compound for a long time, he muttered to himself: "No! Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Jia Ling, and others were all sentenced to death and shot. Zhao Zongze also committed suicide in prison.

Those bastards were cremated, and not even their bones were left. It was impossible for them to survive and let me kill them.

And here, I remember I gave this place to someone, who did I give it to... Oh, I obviously gave this place to little Lolita..."

Yan Xing, who was mumbling to himself, finally remembered someone he had forgotten, and was so frightened that he trembled coldly.

That cold shiver also made his brain, which was occupied by hatred and murderous intent, wake up suddenly, and his reason returned again. At the same time, the courtyard on Changning Street disappeared from his eyes, and what he saw was the magic weapon standing quietly in the forest.

All the illusions disappeared, and Yan Xing couldn't react for a moment. He looked around blankly, and suddenly felt that his palms were hot. He lowered his eyes and saw a sword holding a purple-red light in his hand.

In an instant, all the memories came to mind.

The mixed memories include what happened before he drew the sword, and what happened after his hand touched the sword. He also understood that he had fallen into an illusion before.

For some unknown reason, he fell into a fantasy world. Why was he able to kill the Zhao family and his son, Jia Ling and Guo Furong again and again in the fantasy world, but couldn't kill Zhao Zongze?
Yan Xing couldn't figure it out, so he put aside the problem and looked at the hot sword in his hand. The sword was three feet long and bronze in color.

The sword body is also engraved with patterns, and there are two characters engraved on one side of the sword.

That word was so profound that Yan Xing didn't recognize it, and what troubled him the most was another question - the magic weapon can actually make people fall into illusions. Is this a murder weapon or a Jirui magic weapon that can protect the master?
His expression became subtle.

Before he could figure out what to do, a strong feeling of exhaustion came over him. Yan Xing frowned and looked at himself with his spiritual consciousness. He suddenly realized that he had become a dirty old man!

The old man looked like a common beggar on the street. He hadn't taken a shower in months, and his clothes were stained with sweat. He had a two-inch beard growing on his chin, and his beard and hair were knotted.

The dirty old man was not only dirty and slovenly, he also smelled bad.

"This... this is me?" Yan Xing's consciousness turned pale with shock. He, a handsome man, turned into a sloppy old man. If a little loli saw this...

Thinking that if the little loli saw his embarrassing appearance, Yan Xing would feel bad, so he immediately used the dust removal technique on himself.

Use the dusting technique to clean it several times, and then shave off the emerging beard.

I trimmed my appearance and looked again, well, the handsome man number one on the list of most beautiful men in the ancient Chinese cultivation world is back again!

However, this handsome man is a bit thin, and the green shadow under his eyes is almost turning black.

After appreciating himself several times, Yan Xing took another inward look at his Dantian and Consciousness Sea. His consciousness was still good, at least half of the "water" was still there, but his Dantian had dried up.

With his true energy exhausted, it’s no wonder he feels tired.

Yan Xing sat calmly on the ground, placed the magic sword across his knees, and meditated quietly.

The humanoid beast cultivator who couldn't take the picture suddenly felt that the murderous aura in a certain direction disappeared at a certain moment. Looking towards the human monk, he was shocked to see that the young human monk had a calm aura and entered a state of cultivation.

Seeing the intact human youth, the beast cultivator was extremely shocked. How could that person who had obviously lost all consciousness, been possessed by a demon, and destined to be damaged, still wake up from the possessed state?
He didn't understand.

When the young human being fell into a demonic barrier, another human monk of the Mahayana level, about a thousand feet lower than their position, also fell into a demonic state when he came into contact with the magic weapon.

The possessed human Mahayana monk lost all his mind and danced crazily on the spot for three months before suddenly falling to the ground and dying.

The human monk not far away was still a little Nascent Soul. He had been possessed by the devil for half a year. It was obviously impossible for him to survive in such a situation.

However, little Yuanying struggled out of the demonic barrier after being trapped in it for half a year.

There is only one possibility for the young human race to have such an adventure - they should not die.

Those whose fate should not be cut off are naturally due to luck.

The humanoid beast cultivator deeply remembered the appearance of the young human monk, and once again concentrated on gathering his strength to pull out the magic weapon. Even the small human Yuanying could successfully tame the magic weapon. There was no reason why he couldn't do it!