God Killer

The golden-haired old ape didn't respond to Xianghu's complaints at all, lying there seemed to be in a strange state. If you look closely, you can see that there seems to be a transparent hard shell outside the body of the golden-haired old ape. , wrapped him like ice.

There were two dimples on Xiangxi's smiling face, and she frowned sweetly and said: "Old Ancestor, that girl is suffering from anxiety syndrome. She has been frightened, and her mind is not worried about a man. This is the reason why the cause cannot be found now. Disease, although the focus of her disease has been extracted now, within three to five days, won't she miss that man again and get sick again?"

The golden-haired patriarch still didn't move, Xianghu chuckled and said: "That's why I made her a Wangyou Pill. After eating it, the more I miss someone, the more I will forget. I guarantee that after she sleeps, She didn't even recognize the man standing in front of her."

Xiangxi frowned and said, "What if she doesn't recognize her parents?"

Xianghu showed a disapproving expression, and said: "The old ancestor only cares about curing the disease, and nothing else matters. When she really forgets her family, the old ancestor will just help her remember it again. "

Xiangxi didn't bother to pursue these mortal matters, so she stopped asking after saying a word.

Xianghu pinched his chin with two short, fat fingers and said in an old-fashioned way: "When the ancestor absorbed the disease, I saw that the man with slender eyes that the girl was thinking about looked quite strange." Speaking of which, Xianghu quietly came to the golden-haired patriarch, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the front of the patriarch's nose, and twirled his fingers, as if wrapped in a silk thread, constantly pulling, slowly from the golden-haired patriarch's A black light cluster was pulled out from the nostrils. This light cluster was the focus of the disease, and it was the face of Zheng Xian, who Zhou Pinger was thinking about.

The lesion was removed, and the face of the golden-haired patriarch, who was enjoying himself, immediately began to change, becoming sad and painful.

Xianghu quickly let go of the lesion, and the lesion was immediately sucked into the nostrils of the golden-haired patriarch again, and then the golden-haired patriarch turned into a peaceful and joyful appearance again, as if he was still savoring Zhou's taste. The taste of Pinger's lesions.

Xiangxi nodded and said: "That's right, that's right, I could tell it at a glance, it's a mask, it's made of a very strange material, it can even breathe like real skin, it's almost real, if it wasn't for the few of us , other immortal cultivators can't see it at all. We don't have such means in the immortal world. It should be a treasure in the mortal world. Speaking of which, the means of ordinary people in the mortal world are getting more and more wonderful. I really want to see what the mortal world looks like ah."

Xianghe's eyebrows are relatively short, like two lying silkworms, which makes Xianghe's face look a bit weird, but fortunately she is smiling, otherwise, this serious face must be scary.

Xianghe nodded and clapped his hands and said: "Let's go and peel off his face. I'm very curious about that thing and want it very much. Mortal things are so interesting."

Xianghu said: "Yes, that kid has this face, maybe it came from the mortal world, maybe there is something interesting on him, let's kill that kid, and grab it together."

The three medical boys have the temperament to overthrow the sky even if they have nothing to do. They are usually bored to death in this medical clinic. The appearance of living.

The golden-haired patriarch was still lying on the bed, as if isolated from the world, completely ignoring the three of them.

The three medical boys made up their minds, and then turned their heads to look at the big ape known as the Golden Retriever Patriarch.

Seeing that the golden-haired patriarch was still smacking his mouth, recalling it beautifully, the three medical boys looked at me and I looked at you, all sniggering, Xianghu said in a low voice: "There are so many immortal cultivators in the world. Those are all fake realms, so our golden-haired patriarch is a real realm and a real cultivator, and when the patriarch succeeds in casting a stele, we can be happy as we please and no one cares about us!"

Xianghe and Xiangxi both nodded, and Xianghe said: "How fast is the cultivation in the false realm? Our golden-haired ancestors have been cultivating for 3000 years before we can touch the edge of the cast monument. It's not like those guys, who can do it in a blink of an eye after a hundred years." The stele is cast, and in the end Baozhun will be a stillborn child, the most pitiful people in the world are those who cast the stele in a false environment, no matter how hard they struggle, they will only be trapped in a cocoon in the end."

Xianghu ran up to the golden-haired patriarch again, stretched out his finger, and wandered back and forth on the golden-haired patriarch's nose. After a while, he pulled out the lesion again, but this time he didn't pull out all of it, only [-]% of it was pulled out. Xianghu stretched out his other hand, and stroked the golden-haired ancestor's nose, cutting the lesion in half.

The texture of this lesion was like mercury, after being cut open, both sides rebounded, and part of it went back into the nose of the golden-haired patriarch with a whoosh, while the other part fell into the hands of the doctor boy Xianghu like jelly.

Xianghu smiled, stretched out his hand, the jelly-like lesion with Zheng Xian's face began to evaporate slowly, and the jelly also began to circle in place, and after a few circles, it flew towards Yihe.

The three medical boys opened their mouths together, happily ran out after the lesion.

The sick golden-haired patriarch was still lying on the bed, chewing his mouth dryly, as if immersed in it and had no sense of the surrounding things at all, and the layers of transparent and hard shells like ice began to gradually become slightly cloudy.

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Zheng Xian's heart was filled with evil thoughts and murderous intentions, and the pitch-black karmic fire that had been entangled around him was raging now, and the countless skeletons and bones in it roared and roared, like a dark whirlpool that kept Zheng Xian erosion.

Zheng Xian held the torch, and he wanted to set the city on fire and turn the whole city into a sea of ​​flames, so that he could take advantage of the chaos and leave the city that caused countless rages to rise in his chest.

Zheng Xian is not a very emotional person. Normally, Zheng Xian maintains the calmest state, but once the bottom line in Zheng Xian's heart is touched, Zheng Xian's feelings will erupt like a volcanic eruption. He is a 19-year-old boy, no matter how much he encounters, it is impossible for him to remain sober and calm anytime, anywhere like a thousand-year-old ghost.

The so-called people are not impulsive, what is the point of living without impulsiveness?

After all, Zheng Xian is still young, and Zheng Xian is a guy who lives by his own thoughts. Once he has an idea in his heart, he insists on not letting go. The reason why the tortoise has nowhere to start is that even the hermit of the Dao said that Zheng Xian, who can't cultivate the realm of stepping on the sea, is a seed of the Dao.

At this time, Zheng Xian was in a warehouse, which was full of kerosene, and he didn't know what the oil was refined from in this barren place.

Zheng Xian has been standing here with a torch in his hand for a full quarter of an hour. As long as he throws the torch into the oil, the first flame that will bury this city will be lit. , the entire city will be covered in flames.

With the cultivators from the Earth Gate present, the fire set by Zheng Xian may not be able to wipe out the Xuantian City, but it is enough to create a chance for Zheng Xian to escape.

However, Zheng Xian's fire never ignited.

Zheng Xian, who has always been consistent in his thoughts, rarely hesitates. Every time he thinks of what he has seen and heard in this Xuantian city, he wants to set this city on fire and burn those despicable creatures. , but Zheng Xian still had the last sliver of sanity that made him hesitate.

That indifference, the idea that mortals are like ants, Zheng Xian's cultivation suddenly increased a lot, Zheng Xian felt that it meant that he was on the right path, and even his cultivation had risen. Hard evidence?

Perhaps after setting off this fire, he vented his anger and understood his manic thoughts, and Zheng Xian's order was promoted again, reaching the stage of the late fractal stage.

Just like the relationship between Zheng Xian and Zhou Jiaojiao at the beginning, after venting the 18 years of sexual desire, the kind of hearty, the kind of piercing through the thick eggshell that wraps oneself, finally breathing fresh air The feeling is really full of tempting taste.

However, this easy-to-reach cultivation progress made Zheng Xian faintly feel uneasy.

Unexplainable hesitation.

Zheng Xian seldom hesitates, especially when it comes to major events.

Not long ago, Zheng Xian saw that Lao Zhangtou was going to be strangled, so he didn't hesitate to expose himself, and immediately killed Lao Zhangtou, just to make Lao Zhangtou suffer less torture.

The Hermit of the Great Dao wanted to teach him the Infinite Dao, and he could choose whatever he wanted. At that time, what Zheng Xian needed most was the inheritance of the Great Dao, but Zheng Xian directly smashed the jade piece that the hermit of the Great Dao, sweet potato, had attached to his idea.

Mr. Zheng felt pity for Hao Guang who met him once, so he spared no expense, and even gave away all the clam pearls in the end, without any regrets.

Even this kind of character can be traced back to when he was ten years old, when he climbed back to the city from the mountains in the ice and snow, Zheng Xian was so hungry and cold that he didn't even want to eat. The first thing he did was to burn his old uncle's family to death.

It was also arson, but this time, Zheng Xian hesitated.

Back then, the ten-year-old child only had hatred in his heart. He trekked in the snow-capped mountains, suffered a lot, was betrayed by the most trusted person, and his young chest was full of anger. Even the old uncle's family who sold him, Zheng Xian was so happy when he was burned, but what happened afterwards?

Zheng Xian was never willing to take the initiative to recall that fire.

The longer time passed, the more Zheng Xian couldn't feel the pleasure of arson at the beginning, and the chicness of revenge. On the contrary, in Zheng Xian's heart, there was more of an unspeakable bitterness.

Zheng Xian has always felt that this bitterness is not remorse, and he does not regret burning the old uncle's family. This kind of lingering bitterness is just a kind of inexplicable helplessness and unhappiness, or even a kind of emotional vent. emptiness.Killing in Zheng Xian's place is never a happy thing, it's just a way to survive.

At this moment, with the same fire, the same torch, and the same kerosene that can ignite a monstrous flame with a single spark, Zheng Xian hesitated.

This fire, which can instantly express the anger in the chest, is called Zheng Xianxiu Sheng, and it is a healthy road that leads directly to the avenue.

Zheng Xian has a feeling that this fire is like a step, as long as one step is taken up, from then on, there will be a smooth path in practice, if this step cannot be taken up, it will take many detours.

This step is related to Zheng Xian's future.

This fire is tied to Zheng Xian's thoughts, and he must implement them to the end as soon as they arise. This is Zheng Xian's life principles. However, this time, Zheng Xian has never hesitated to face his own life principles.

Zheng Xian couldn't even remember the last time he hesitated like this.