Super Martial God

About ten thousand miles away, there is a large lake with grass nearby.

In this kind of place, herdsmen will also keep sheep by the lake.

However, there are no beside the lake. There are only corpses and blood, herdsmen's corpses, sheep's corpses, and the blood flowing out of them rippling on the lake.

What's more hateful is that there are still some girls in these bodies. Looking at their messy appearance, it is obvious that they had suffered unbearable humiliation before they died.

Lin Mu's eyes shone cold.

He does not object to fighting among practitioners, because practice itself is a road of no return.

However, what he hates most is this indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

Look at these herdsmen, they are all ordinary people. As a result, they were slaughtered miserably, which gave rise to the killing opportunities of forest and animal husbandry.

In fact, in Lin Mu's mind, the lives of ordinary people are much more noble than those of practitioners.

Ordinary people rarely experience killing, step down and use their hands to change the world and cultivate life. In contrast, few practitioners have clean hands and are more or less stained with blood.

Therefore, for Lin Mu, killing an ordinary person is more hateful than killing a hundred practitioners.

"Elder martial brother?"

Aware of Lin Mu's unprecedented killing, Ma Jiao was stunned.

In his opinion, these ordinary people are just mole ants. They die when they die. It's no big deal.

Although he also despised the massacre of mortals, he usually felt something, so he didn't understand why Lin Mu suddenly took such a big killing opportunity.

Without explanation, Lin Mu went to the lake, stood in front of these mortal corpses, folded his hands, and whispered, "may people in my world be dragons; May the Dragon transform the world into the world; Killing mortals is like touching the scales of a dragon; Whoever kills mortals will be angry with the dragon. " Buzzing

Bodhisattva's heart also has King Kong's anger!

At this time, Lin Mu is like a King Kong with anger.

A terrible anger emanated from his body.

Ma Jiao didn't ask any more questions.

What Lin Mu said just now has undoubtedly explained everything.

Before the achievement of dark ancestor, he also made great wishes. Naturally, he knew that Lin Mu's words just now were Lin Mu's great wishes.

Great wish, this is the cornerstone of a practitioner's practice.

After the collapse of the great famine, all the strong know that Qi is the foundation of everything.

Only when you collect enough Qi can you really live. Deny that you are gorgeous and powerful, and can only be turned into fly ash in the catastrophe.

The vast wilderness world and countless strong people in the wilderness era are the best lessons.

If you want to collect Qi number, you can only continuously realize your great wish to realize the transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change by increasing Qi transport, and finally convert Qi transport into Qi number.

Although Majiao doesn't know where the world is, Lin Mu's ambition is obviously based on mortals. If someone slaughters mortals wantonly in front of him, it is equivalent to colliding with Lin Mu's foundation of practice.

At the same time, Majiao also noticed the second half of Lin Mu's great wish.

"May the Dragon transform the world?"

This great wish really startled Ma Jiao.

He is also not an ordinary person. Naturally, he can understand that the "dragon" mentioned by Lin Mu does not refer to the Dragon alone, but only a symbolic meaning.

The first word "dragon" symbolizes the carp jumping over the dragon's gate, and the second word "dragon" represents all non-human life.

This means that in Lin Mu's great wish, human and non-human are the same. Mortals can turn into dragons, and non-human can turn into dragons again.

Then, Ma Jiao followed Lin Mu and followed the residual smell of the lake.

This breath extends in the direction of the holy mountain to the world.

"Elder martial brother, it seems that those people have gone to the holy mountain."

Dealing with horses.

Lin Mu continued to move forward.

Along the way, almost every distance, you will see a large number of bodies.

Obviously, those practitioners before took pleasure in slaughtering mortals and ravaging mortal women.

Finally, they came to the foot of the holy mountain.

On the holy mountain, there are temples everywhere.

In the center of the square in front of the temple stands a huge statue of a kind-hearted middle-aged man.

"That's the statue of Sufi."

Dealing with horses.

Lin Mu's eyes were cold.

Inside the temple, there is a constant smell of blood floating out.

Then they went in. Unexpectedly, there were corpses everywhere in the temple.

"I haven't seen half of the treasure. It must have been looted by those guys before."

Ma Jiao's soul kept searching around and found nothing.

Central temple.

There is a tall step in front of the temple.

Below the steps is a small square.

At this time, the small square under the stage was full of practitioners in white robes and shaved heads.

These practitioners are members of the Sufism and are called "Su disciples".

In front of the Su disciples, there was an old man with eight stars on his knees.

At the same time, on the steps opposite them stood a group of practitioners in gorgeous clothes, each with a strong breath.

In the middle of the group of practitioners sat a young man in a golden robe, looking down from above.

He stared at the old man among the Su disciples with a little violence and said coldly, "old man, I advise you to tell the whereabouts of the book of the past world as soon as possible, otherwise my words will never be taken back. Every minute, you will kill a su disciple."

The old man looked sad, but he closed his mouth tightly and didn't say a word.

"Keep killing me!"

There was a cold look on the face of the young man in gold.

Poop!

As soon as the voice fell, one of his men cut off a su Tu's head with a knife and laughed: "these Su Tu's heads are really wrong. Their necks are not hard. They will be cut off as soon as they are cut. As a result, they can't figure it out. They want to face us."

"Old man, don't you say?"

The young man in golden robe was very irritable: "do you deserve to be the leader of Sufism? I'm also merciful. I sit and watch my disciples be killed, but I don't want to give up a treasure. I think you're the cruelest devil! "

The old man still doesn't speak.

"Kill, kill me!"

The young man in gold roared ferociously.

"Wait!"

This time, his order was interrupted by a middle-aged man.

"Aoyin ancestor?"

The young man in gold frowned and looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is an old ancestor.

"Someone is coming."

The middle-aged man stared out.

"Someone is coming?"

The young man in gold was surprised.

Before the voice fell, the outside door opened slowly without wind.

Then two figures appeared.

The person in front, dressed in blue, looks beautiful and ordinary. The person in the back, wearing a hat, is tall and burly, and wears a coarse cloth coat at will.

One of them looks like a scholar and the other looks like a blacksmith.

"I don't know where you are sacred?"

Aoyin's ancestor condensed the important way.

His main eyes were looking at the horse.

From Majiao, he can feel the breath of his ancestors. As for Lin Mu, in his opinion, he is just a dark king, which is not worthy of attention.