The myth of rebirth of the era of martial arts

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The system was red, and it frantically issued a terrifying warning to Yang Ling.

The content of the warning kept resounding in my mind, it was appalling.It turned out that there is a nuclear lock here in reality.Moreover, the system cannot intercept it.

"how is this possible!!"

The shocking messages made Yang Ling's heartbeat almost stop suddenly. He looked at Xiao Ye Zi and the others beside him, and found that their faces were also pale with shock. chance.Immediately, Yang Ling ignored everything and directly studied the incomplete book in his hand. The system prompt rang in his ears. He didn't even think about it and just clicked to confirm. The room is waiting for you..." After the words fell, Yang Ling ordered the sect np to bring all the spoils obtained from the battle of the palace back to Peacock Ling Villa, and calmly logged off. [

Yang Ling hadn't reached the point where he was truly calm.

The glimmer of hope in his heart has been stifled by the news from the system. The cruel reality has made him lose his direction, but he must calm down, so that he can hope to save Xiao Yezi and the three of them, but they are all implicated by him People, even they once blocked a sneak attack for themselves!

In Yang Ling's heart, there was more resentment.

Hate myself for not slaughtering the high-ranking officials of the Celestial Dynasty overnight.Time and time again, let a group of bastards deal with him, knowing that the reality is so cruel, but put his hope on those few high-level people with conscience, let the people close to him accompany him to death...

At this moment, no one could hate her own weakness more than Yang Ling.

Knowing that there is no justice in this world, but trying to find it in vain, and waiting for it is cruel destruction.That's all.Everything is his own fault, but he can't stand those big shots killing innocent people, and at the same time implicating those close to him...

If other innocent people died because of him, Yang Ling would at most feel a little uncomfortable.Because he is not a saint, he does not care about everything.but.People close to him may have died because of this incident, and the killing intent in his heart was crazily stimulated and continuously released.

"If given a chance, I would..."

Appearing in reality, Yang Ling just clenched his fists, his face very ugly.Feeling his own strength, he suddenly found that he had only reached level [-], but had not stepped into the realm of creation. After careful recollection, he found that he had neglected the details, just like the reason for the Sunflower Book, which led to the promotion of magic.

"Lack of a heaven-level martial arts classic!"

Yang Ling thought about it.Some people can't laugh or cry, if I knew it, he would have directly

I don't know how to calculate the inheritance in the game, but I hope it won't cause them too much trouble in the future.Thinking of this, Yang Ling let go of the reluctance in his heart. He drove them away, paused, and silenced their exclamations in his ears. He couldn't bear to lower his head any more, because Xiao Yezi's hysterical screams rang out in his ears.

The voice is sad, like a cuckoo crying blood, which makes people look sideways.

Hearing that voice, and seeing Yang Ling's trace in the sky, there was a burst of joy and encouragement, vividly interpreting the sad state of grabbing the last straw before dying.Many people wept with joy and kept calling Yang Ling's name, hoping that Yang Ling could save them.

"Save the common people?!"

Yang Ling stared closely at the three oncoming cores, his heart fluttered slightly, and a sneer appeared, asking him to save those people, he would not hesitate when he could.However, when his life was threatened, he felt that he would not be a saint. Now, he may have saved these people, but he absolutely did not admit that he wanted to save them, and saving them would also make him Yang Ling felt that it was not worth it...

A thought wandered, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded away. Yang Ling mustered all the power in his body, and the power was running crazily, turning all the anger and unwillingness accumulated in his heart into motivation. Only one thought came to his mind, "Don't Let me survive, you better pray, it is best not to let me survive... ".

"what!!"

All the anger, all the unwillingness, turned into a long howl.The sound pierced through the void, making it unclear whether it was the release of despair or the roar of saving the common people. Facing the three cores alone, he opened his mouth and roared. Facing the roar that was about to fall, he performed the last hysterical cry. crazy.

But for all Yang Ling's enemies, there seemed to be someone whispering in his ear, "..." (to be continued...)