Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

The third molting

Finally, it came naturally!

Wei Hong was like a human-shaped python, with old skin constantly falling off his body, and the new membrane exuding a white jade-like light.

"This? What's going on?"

"Brother Wei, are you okay?"

The boys and girls had never seen such a scene before, and they all gasped in shock.

While feeling the majestic beating of his heart, Wei Hong curled his lips and smiled softly, saying, "Don't panic, I just broke through. You will also experience molting when you study hard and practice hard to the stage of skin refining."

"It's amazing!"

The boys' desire to practice martial arts was instantly encouraged at this moment.

Wei Hong didn't say anything more. He closed his eyes and quietly felt his changes, and found that his body functions became stronger.

As his heart beat, surging blood circulated throughout his body.

Not only did his strength easily break through the 2,700-jin mark.

And his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of iron armor.

A simple clap of his hands would make a bang-bang-bang sound of metal and iron.

"Come on!" Wei Hong waved at the teenagers and said, "Try my defense."

"Okay!"

Luan Xiaoqi didn't waste any words, grabbed the mourning stick first and hit it fiercely.

"Bang!"

The mourning stick was like hitting a piece of iron.

Not only was it bounced off on the spot, but the black iron nail only pierced a little bit of the membrane.

The membrane closed automatically before the blood even had time to flow out.

Wei Hong was not satisfied with this!

He decisively pulled out the heart-breaking knife and stabbed it fiercely at his palm.

But it could only penetrate less than an inch before it was firmly stuck.

"The knife can't penetrate?"

"Isn't this too strong?"

The teenagers exclaimed.

"It's really scary!"

Wei Hong was secretly satisfied in his heart.

He found that it might be because his training method was too extreme.

Not only would his strength be stronger than that of the same level warriors, but his defense would also be far beyond that of ordinary people.

The Heartbroken Knife can easily pierce ordinary armor, and can also pierce the membrane of Meng Kaishan in the early stage of the Blood Refining Realm, but it can't even pierce his own palm.

It can be seen that his defense has long surpassed Meng Kaishan by a lot.

And now Wei Hong has just broken through to the perfection of the Skin Refining Realm, and there is still a distance from reaching the limit of perfection, which means that his membrane can continue to strengthen!

When he reaches the limit of the perfection of the Skin Refining Realm, I don't know how terrible it will be!

"Not bad!"

Wei Hong smiled with satisfaction, and felt that there was hope for the future.

Ordinary people have three years of strength training and ten years of skin refining before they have the opportunity to break through to blood refining.

And he has only been practicing martial arts for more than half a year. It is naturally proud to have such an achievement, even enough to make anyone envious.

However, as his defense becomes stronger and stronger.

The effect of skin refining will become more and more difficult. With the arm strength of the teenagers, they may not even be able to break his skin, so how can they continue to become stronger?

"That's a problem."

Wei Hong stroked his chin and thought.

…

At noon

At the entrance of the North Street Vegetable Market

Wei Hong once again put on the executioner's red suit and appeared on the execution ground with Deng Haisheng, ready to work.

The once bustling Vegetable Market seemed a little deserted.

There were no more people watching the excitement around, and the occasional passers-by were in a hurry. There were only well-trained armored soldiers!

They lined up to guard the execution ground!

Personally escorted batches of disheveled prisoners to arrive.

An invisible murderous atmosphere permeated the surroundings, making people shudder.

"Such a big scene as today is not common." Deng Haisheng sneered and said, "Over the past few days, hundreds of officials and their vassal forces have been ransacked. It is said that thousands of people have been implicated. Now the prisons are overcrowded. The Ministry of Justice requires us to cut them all off within five days!"

"Within five days?" Wei Hong frowned.

"Don't worry!" Deng Haisheng waved his hand and said, "We won't chop off so many heads. How can two people chop off so many heads? There are more than ten execution grounds in the vegetable market of other towns, and executioners of all sizes have to go to work."

"That's right!"

Wei Hong nodded and said nothing more.

Soon, batches of prisoners were escorted to the stage.

Wei Hong, Deng Haisheng and three unfamiliar executioners, each holding a ghost-headed sword, stood in front of the guillotine. Soldiers escorted the prisoners in groups of two, and more than a dozen clerks from the Ministry of Justice were responsible for verifying their identities.

"Sir, I am innocent, sir!"

"I am a sixth-rank official of the Ministry of Personnel. You can't do this to me?"

"Wuwuwu, Daddy, help me!"

The prisoners were either crazy or crying and begging. The scene was a mess. No wonder few people dared to watch the fun at this time.

The clerks of the Ministry of Justice picked up their pens and made a mark on the book indifferently.

The prisoners whose identities were confirmed were immediately escorted to the guillotine.

"Behead!"

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Wei Hong and others raised their knives and chopped off heads one by one.

But before they could rest and catch their breath, the soldiers had already dragged the bodies away skillfully and replaced them with new prisoners, who had no choice but to chop them off again.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Wei Hong turned into a ruthless killing machine.

He raised his knife again and again with an expressionless face. No matter whether the person under his knife was a man, a woman, a woman or a child, as long as he pressed them down on the guillotine, he would behead them the next moment.

It must be said that his mood was somewhat complicated.

He was happy to behead people and gain vitality, but he couldn't bear to kill innocent people.

The conscience of humanity that had not yet been extinguished made him suffer.

But he soon gave up this boring self-consumption.

These people had no relationship with him and no cause and effect.

What kind of fate he would get in this era was not something he could control.

"Don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. If you want to blame someone, blame the superiors for fighting for power and using you as cannon fodder!"

"Everyone has their own faults and their own debts. You can't blame me for your life or death."

Wei Hong murmured with a distorted face.

Unknowingly, he had killed too many people, and his body was stained with a strong evil spirit. Even if he kept telling himself that it had nothing to do with all this, it was still affected by his mind.

Cruel, indifferent, bloodthirsty!

All kinds of negative emotions surged in his heart!

The killing interest that controls life and death is as addictive as a poison that sticks to the bones, making Wei Hong wish he could turn into a murderer and kill all living beings.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Deng Haisheng and other executioners were not in good condition.

They were panting heavily, and their eyes were already a little bloodshot.

Killing people with one's own hands always has psychological shadows. Seeing the lives of the same kind being wiped out by oneself, this kind of pressure will either make people collapse or affect their character and turn them into madness.

This kind of pressure, whether big or small, is difficult to eliminate without external guidance.

"Boy, recite with me!"

"The heart is as clear as water, the water is the heart, the breeze is not rising, and the waves are not startled! Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, whistling and playing the harp, entering into a state of meditation..."

Deng Haisheng's voice was like a glass of ice water in the scorching sun.

It was poured directly into Wei Hong's gradually crazy heart, which made him calm down suddenly.

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