Sky War Soul

Does he feel like he's listening wrong? In ten years, he didn't even dare to think about promotion. If this is true, it's a dream.

If you are promoted by cultivation at your normal speed, and you can achieve no leakage within a thousand years without any chance to create the natural resources and earth treasures, it is not a poor speed.

However, the angry general said, it only takes ten years!

"Ten years? Are you sure it will only take ten years? "

Artemisia annua is a little short of breath. It feels as if it has touched the edge of success with one hand. If it works harder, it will be able to grasp the success in the hand completely.

If I can really be promoted to the immortal without leakage within ten years, I can imagine that I will surely become the strongest talent of wuxiangshan. No one, no matter the teacher or other people, will be completely shocked by my talent.

At that time, is Zhan Tian qualified to compare with himself?

No, you don't have to wait until then.

Now, I am the fifth level immortal!

And fighting against heaven is only the third level of immortality!

How can he compare himself with such a gap?

If I went back to fight with him now, Zhan Tian would never be his opponent. At the beginning, I lost to him in the battle of Shaofeng master. It was just a poor chess game, not a big gap.

But now, he has been promoted one after another, and Zhan Tian has been far behind him.

All this was brought to him by angry general.

"Ten years, hehe, that's a conservative number. I'll try my best to make you stronger and stand out in any competition with Tianjiao. You just need to trust me."

General Nu's words, if only spoken out with his mouth, may not have any persuasive power. Artemisia annua is experienced and insightful, and will not believe it.

But the key is, he in the blink of an eye let Artemisia realm upgrade twice!

These two realms have completely convinced Artemisia annua.

So fast can let me promote the double, the next progress should not be too difficult, right?

Perhaps, it is not impossible to achieve the goal of no leakage within ten years

"Besides, don't expose my existence. I don't need to explain that too much, do I?"

General Nu smiled quietly, as if eating Artemisia.

Artemisia is silent for a while, then nods: "OK, I promise you, but you must follow what you promised me. In this ten years, every year or even every month, I have to see progress. Otherwise, I will report your existence to the master immediately!"

"Hahaha, it seems that you are still at ease, OK! Since I promised you, I will do it easily! "

Angry general promised very straightforward, no worries at all.

It's even a deal.

Artemisia had a look at Xiaolan's body without expression, then turned around and walked out. Although Xiaolan had been with him for many years, his strength was also very good, but in his opinion, it was a mole ant that could crush to death at will, without any pity.

After leaving the fog area, Artemisia returned to the city. He first went to the tavern to drink, which was very refreshing. It was as if the big stone in his heart had been removed in an instant, and he no longer needed to worry about cultivation.

When he got to the place where he enjoyed himself, Artemisia could not help standing up, jumped on the table and laughed three times.

Because of his simple dress and the old peasant like appearance, this behavior attracted the dissatisfaction of other immortals in the tavern, but they didn't say much, just frowned.

However, such a small detail, by Artemisia annua income eye bottom.

With his strength, nothing can escape his eyes. If he wants to, he can even see the thinking of all the immortals present.

"Is this man sick?"

"Forget it. If you don't stop drinking, you'll go."

"What a waste of good mood."

“……”

The thoughts of those immortals around him all come to Artemisia annua's mind. The smile on his face is converging little by little, and his eyes flash with murderous ideas.

Before, he never cared about these things. For some reason, after drinking this time, he always felt that there was a strong sense of killing. It seems that there is a voice echoing in his ears, letting himself let go to kill, killing all the immortals who dare to look down on themselves.

Under this impulse, the pupils of Artemisia annua blushed involuntarily. He glanced across the room, grinned and said, "go to hell!"

These four words don't contain any emotion, just like the cold machine spits out, the breath is extremely horrible, and the killing moment sweeps the whole restaurant.

Those immortals showed amazing color. It's hard to imagine that the old man dressed as a farmer could have such a terrible killing chance. However, before they react, a wave of killing air filled with heaven and earth burst out, condensing into a vortex at an unimaginable speed, and then quickly beheading the whole restaurant.

There are at least a few hundred immortals in the tavern, all of whom have suffered indiscriminate attacks.

Under the attack of Artemisia, these immortals didn't even have the time to respond. Their heads fell to the ground, killing them on the spot. The blood ran across them, which was very miserable.

After that, Artemisia annua felt very happy and refreshed. He grinned and his face was very ferocious because of a lot of blood.

"Haha, it's so comfortable to kill."

Artemisia annua looked down at his hand, which was not stained with any blood, which seemed to make sense.

Now that you are angry, let it go!

Before, I held it for too long.

This is freedom, this is life!

Artemisia in even their own unclear situation, the mentality quietly changed, all of which are naturally the reasons for angry general.

"Killing, isn't it cool? In fact, this is your nature. You used to restrain yourself too much. You can't even understand your thoughts. How can you improve your state quickly? Now you, do well, it should be so! "

Angry general said words, Jie Jie strange smile.

Unexpectedly, Artemisia annua did not retort, but nodded and accepted this statement.

It's true that after venting, it's much more enjoyable.

A long time of depression can really make people tired physically and mentally.

"How could there be such a strong smell of blood?"

"It seems that the previous fluctuation of the immortal spirit came from this restaurant!"

"Elder martial brother, let's go in and have a look!"

“……”

At this time, a few voices came from the outside of the restaurant, and then only a few immortals with swords and white clothes came in. After they came in, their pupils suddenly contracted.

Here, it's like a convent!

It's bloody!

Hundreds of immortals have lost their heads, and their blood is flowing.

I saw Artemisia Artemisia standing on the body, with a smile still on his face, which can enjoy how happy his mood is, and his face is even distorted.

"You, devil, you killed them!"

"Damn it, don't let him go!"

"Stop him!"

Seeing this behind the scenes, the immortals felt a sense of justice. They didn't consider the strength of each other and their own safety. What they thought for the first time was that they must catch the murderer and let him pay the same price.

"Devil?"

After hearing the name, Artemisia only felt like laughing.

He was born in Wuxiang mountain. He was one of the six ancient forces in the fairy kingdom, and he was also one of the powerful sects that boasted justice. In normal times, the disciples of Wuxiang mountain took it as their duty to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons. They tried to open up more misty areas for the surrounding cities as much as possible. Unexpectedly, such a call would fall on him.

"Devil? I'm the devil? "

When Artemisia annua heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "in my whole life, I've been supporting justice and opening up many misty areas. You call me the devil? Good, good. Since you call me that, I'll do something for you! "

Voice down, Artemisia wrist a shake, toward several immortals to grasp.

These immortals are clearly disciples of the nearby clan. They receive positive cultivation all day long. They will help each other when there is a rough road. But this time, they really kicked the iron plate!

Several immortals have not even pulled out their swords, but were directly smashed by the terrorist force of Artemisia annua, and scattered in the void as blood mist.

These immortals, the most powerful ones are just immortals. They should be considered as more powerful disciples in some small families, but they are not worth mentioning in front of Artemisia annua.

Who is Artemisia annua?

The master of wuxiangshan tiandome!

The existence of the fifth level of taishangxian!

Not to mention the disciples of these small forces, even the sect leader of those big forces, will not be his opponent. Walking outside, Artemisia can be said to be unbridled, and you can do anything you want.

Who dares to stop him?

Who can stop him?

"Die for me! Hahaha! "

Artemisia big sleeve a wave, more than a laugh.

Whoever dares to come out and stop himself will kill him.

These poor ants really think they represent justice? What are they? As long as one of them is unhappy, they can trample to death!

Out of the restaurant, Artemisia felt that there was a black air in his heart. It was this black air that made him more violent and furious. He could not help but want to vent everything.

Of course, Artemisia is not completely irrational. He frowned and asked, "these are your tricks?"

"What's a trick? I just let you release the most instinctive emotions. Do you think I am manipulating you? You don't have any resistance to this kind of emotion at all. Why do you say I'm playing tricks? "

General Nu's reasonable retort is that I just stimulated this kind of emotion and magnified it infinitely, which is not the emotion I gave you, so it's not bad for me at all.

Artemisia nods, with the no retort.

Because even he himself was deeply immersed in it.

"It seems that killing is not enough!"

Angry general meaningfully put forward a sentence: "how many people do you kill, only a few hundred people, besides, can the immortal with low strength be regarded as a person? They are just ants. They knead to death! The whole fairyland is infinite, and the number of cities is endless. How can we kill a city? "

"Slaughterhouse? No, no...... "

The idea came to Artemisia's mind, but soon he was shocked. Although he often used to kill maids to vent his emotions, it was only a private vent. Everyone would have a terrible side in private. In Artemisia's view, killing several Maids