super ambiguous

"how?"

Yang Mozun watched Yang Tianshi flashing over, and asked indifferently, the blood cloud in his hand had absorbed the blood of the village, and had already recovered to the late stage of the heavenly level, and the prospects were limitless.

Yang Tianshi looked down at the messy winter capital, frowned slightly, and said: "You are hurting the peace of heaven by doing this."

"Heh." Yang Mozun sneered again and again, with things like Tianhe, did he not hurt himself less?

Tianshi Yang was just mentioning it casually, none of them knew the other, Yang Mozun's thoughts couldn't affect him, and neither could he. Everyone has their own beliefs.

Yang Tianshi cast his eyes on Yang Xie, and said, "I discussed with them, since I have entered the way of the devil, let's see if I can understand the way of breaking the devil in the way of the devil."

"You mean, you are in the magic way?"

"Well, enter your memory." Yang Tianshi nodded and said, "I hope Yang Xie can survive."

"I hope." Yang Mozun nodded noncommittally, and then said: "If Yang Xie can't break the demon, then I will kill him myself."

Yang Tianshi sighed, but with a wave of his hand, Yang Xie's figure disappeared immediately...

……

Yang Xie naturally didn't know all of this.

His memory was left before he fell into the demon, he only remembered that he saw the miserable situation of Xu Yunyao and others, and then he was attracted by the monstrous hostility, and when he regained consciousness, what caught his eyes was a piece of green. Shiny leaves, with a full~full clear drop of water on the leaves, the whole field of vision is quiet and harmonious.

This is?

Yang Xie subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the leaf, but found that his body was slapped with a palm, and the purple-blue palm wind raged, and the entire forest in front of him was destroyed by him.

Yang Xie was taken aback, how could his actions be inconsistent with his thinking?

In the next moment, Yang Xie sneered in his mind, only to hear "myself" say: "Disrupt my mind and destroy your century-old foundation!"

Then, Yang Xie only felt that he was riding the clouds and flying towards the distance, and Yang Xie was stunned. What's wrong with him?Could it be that the soul wears it?

right?How do you feel like a spectator?This scene is the same as when I met Yang Tianshi, but at that time, I was from the perspective of a third person, but this time, it was from the perspective of the first person?

Yang Xie is still not sure, so he can only take a step forward.

This is a huge ~ big city, Yang Xie fell down, and everywhere he passed, everyone looked fearful, retreating towards the distance, pointing in his direction.

"It was him who killed his adopted son and daughter."

"That's right, he proclaimed himself Demon Lord Yang, and his sons and daughters were already innate. He was worried about being surpassed, so he killed them all."

"It's terrible, such a person can actually be a master?"

"When will a master come and slaughter this perverted killer..."

"Hush, keep your voice down. It is said that he kills people based on his mood. If he hears it, we will suffer..."

With the strength of the master level, these whispers are heard, and Yang Mozun seems to have never heard of them, so what do they know?Do they know what faith is?

Yang Mozun walked through the bustling streets. In his eyes, these people were just ants, and he didn't even bother to kill them.

This vast city is the location of Mr. Mo's mountain gate, but since the massacre, Mr. Mo's mountain gate no longer exists, and Yang Mozun only met him by chance, and they had a good talk.

Yang Mozun stepped in, and none of the guards dared to stop him. He was also the only person in the city who saw Mr. Mo without notifying him.

"You are here." Mr. Mo wore a black cloak and sat in a daze. Since the aura of heaven and earth has become a legend, his realm has retreated from a war emperor to a master, and what he usually does most often , in addition to looking for other masters, there is only a daze left.

"En!" Yang Mozun stretched out his hand directly, and he sucked a pot of tea that was originally on the table, and he directly poured it into his mouth. After the pot of tea was poured into his stomach, he Then he frowned and said, "When is the tea?"

"Yesterday? Or the day before yesterday?" Mr. Mo was also a little puzzled. Time has long since lost its meaning to him. What's wrong with yesterday?What about the day before yesterday?

"The furnace cauldron technique that we jointly researched last time, after trying it, it really works."

Yang Mozun actually showed a somewhat excited expression on his face, which is really rare for a person with facial paralysis.

"Oh?" Mr. Mo stood up and said, "Is this the truth about the fact that you killed your adopted son and daughter?"

"When did you gossip like this?" Yang Mozun frowned, all living beings are for my use, I am above all living beings, this world is a competition for the survival of the fittest, otherwise how would you cultivate?After all, is it not plunder?

It's just that the objects of plunder are different!

"Isn't this boring?" Mr. Mo sighed. He was indeed too boring. He spread his hands and asked a less boring question: "Is there any sequelae?"

"I don't know, I have to try again!" Yang Mozun said, this sentence means a lot of life, but neither Yang Mozun nor Mr. Mo seemed to take it to heart .

"Well, try it, you always speak demonic language, do demonic things, and even your character is the most suitable for being a demon. Even if you practice a righteous way, you can practice it like a demon It’s powerful, you really have it, after you succeed in researching it, you might be able to use this method to be promoted to the Emperor of War.”

"After the Emperor of War, I don't know what it is!" Yang Mozun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of longing.

"I don't know. I haven't heard anyone say that when I was the strongest, I was only at the peak of the Warlord. Before I touched that barrier, I was sealed. If you were born in my era, maybe you might Touch it."

Yang Mozun didn't say anything, turned around and left, he said that everything he did was to become stronger, and he must become the strongest battle emperor, even if he went all the way to the dark on the devil's way...

After that, Yang Mozun recruited many disciples. Although he was notorious, but because of his great strength, there were many masters who came into his door and listened to him.

Winter goes to spring, flowers wither and bloom, years pass by in the blink of an eye, and finally a few people have reached innateness. One day, Yang Mozun called this group of people to him, and seeing the timidity in their eyes, Yang Mozun held his hand. With a wave, he said: "Two against two, the three who lose will stay!"

After a fierce battle, two men and a woman were left behind, including a male disciple whom Yang Mozun valued the most. When the thick brass gate was closed, the three of them were already trembling. The disciple trembled even more: "Master, don't, don't kill me..."

There was no emotion on Yang Mozun's face. He stepped forward and stretched out his hands to cover her head. The woman trembled violently as if she had been shocked by an electric shock. After a few seconds, she was already paralyzed~soft on the ground. The man was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. Yang Mozun stretched out his hands and aimed at the two people's positions. With his five fingers spread out, the two people were immediately sucked back...

Seeing this cruel and inhumane scene, Yang Xie's spirit was greatly shaken. How could this damned guy do this?

Yang Mozun seemed to have noticed something, but after hesitating for a moment, the two fell to the ground.

disciple?Yoshiko?

For Yang Mozun, these are just floating clouds. He is a lonely traveler, a dark pilgrim. For his belief, even his own life can be used as a stepping stone, let alone others?

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