What kind of evil method is this? This is the righteous method.

"Master, don't kill me, don't kill me."

A villager slumped on the ground, looking at Lin Fan holding a bloody axe in front of him with a face full of panic.

Puff!

Lin Fan swung the axe, and the sound of flesh was heard, and blood splashed on the dark clothes.

"Ah..."

The villager wailed in pain, his hands became claws, trying to cover the wound on his face. The blood in the wound gushed out like a fountain, and finally fell to the ground without a sound, without a breath.

"Demons are terrible, and you are more terrible than demons. Keeping you will only make the world more filthy. What the master said to me is right. Disciple, this world is very dangerous, and you must not go down the mountain."

This is what the master often said to him when he entered Chaotian Taoist Temple.

Now he thinks that the master is protecting him.

But now he wants to tell the master that such protection is not enough. The disciple has already practiced successfully and must give back what he has learned to this world. This world needs someone to save it.

"Ah... killing people."

"The Taoist priest is crazy."

"Run."

The villagers were in a panic. Some of them ran into their homes, took out kitchen knives and farm tools, and rushed towards Lin Fan aggressively, shouting that the Taoist priest was crazy, but their momentum was extremely fierce.

Lin Fan looked at the situation in front of him calmly, without saying anything, without retreating, just gently swung the axe to wipe off the blood on the axe.

There is no need to say more nonsense to slay demons and monsters.

Just kill.

Facing the vicious villagers coming towards him, he would not show mercy. He chopped, chopped, and swept, and used all his strength for each axe. In an instant, broken limbs and debris were all over the ground, and the filthy blood dyed the ground red.

Some villagers were frightened by Lin Fan's methods and felt that the village was unsafe, so they wanted to run out of the village.

Lin Fan glanced sideways, took out the bamboo tube, unscrewed the lid, and released the golden centipede that had not seen the sun for a long time.

"Good pet, kill it for me."

The golden centipede received the order, climbed out of the bamboo tube with a hundred feet, landed on the ground, rushed to the entrance of the village at a very fast speed, jumped up, attached to the neck of a villager, and bit him hard.

The villager screamed in pain, and the back of his neck instantly became red and swollen, and then the bite wound festered and began to spread all over his body.

"Good."

Lin Fan was quite satisfied.

It was worth it that he fed it with blood every day.

He would not let any demon in human skin escape the village.

Every time he let a villager go, it would be irresponsible to the world.

With the golden centipede guarding the entrance of the village, he could clean up the scene with confidence.

Puff!

Puff!

Every time the sound of swinging an axe was heard, it meant that an evil was eliminated and the world was purified.

"Help, help."

"Someone come to save us."

"Ah..."

The screams and wails continued.

As he walked, he stopped and turned his head to find that there was a gap in the door of a villager. Behind the gap, it seemed that there was an eyeball moving, observing the situation outside.

When the other party felt that he was noticed, he moved his eyes away and dared not peek at the situation outside.

"Hidden at home?" Lin Fan stood there, stunned for a moment, thought about it, and walked forward, thinking that he should first go to chop the fleeing villagers.

Inside the house, a woman felt that there was no movement outside, and quietly looked outside through the gap. When she found that there was no figure of the Taoist priest, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But suddenly, a shadow suddenly covered her sight.

Then an eyeball appeared in the sight, the eyeball was moving, and it was also observing the situation inside the house.

"Don't hide, I have found you."

Bang!

Lin Fan raised his foot and kicked the wooden door open. The frightened woman screamed and quickly hugged the child with blood on his face and huddled in the corner.

One side was in panic.

One side was calm.

It looked like she was being bullied.

"Master, spare me." The woman wailed and begged for mercy.

"Don't talk. I'm not a master now. Look, I'm not even wearing a Taoist robe. How can I be a master?"

Lin Fan approached the woman step by step with an axe. For the woman, every step he took was a huge pressure.

Without saying any nonsense, he raised the axe and chopped the woman heavily.

Puff!

The axe chopped on her neck, and a huge head rolled on the ground with eyes wide open.

Lin Fan kicked the head away casually and looked at the child with tears on his face but mixed with blood. The child was scared and lost his mind. He didn't even think of shouting, and his brain was blank.

"Are you regretting it?"

"What a pity."

He raised the axe and chopped at the child. The demon in human skin, even if it looked like a child, was still a demon. That's right, everything he thought was right.

His mind was filled with images of children guzzling blood, without any mercy or remorse, only greed.

Puff!

Puff!

A moment later, Lin Fan, covered in blood, slowly walked out of the house door and looked up at the sky.

"The filthy sky seems to be brighter."

Is this an illusion?

No.

But after he killed the demon with his own hands, his heart became brighter.

Just as he was thinking about it, some villagers who felt that they could not wait to die appeared with weapons in their hands. When they saw Lin Fan covered in blood, they were all nervous and sweaty in their palms, and their bodies could not help but tremble.

A sturdy villager roared, waving the farm tool in his hand and smashing it towards Lin Fan's head.

Lin Fan dodged sideways, and the sharp farm tool hit the ground. The villager's body also leaned forward a lot. Time seemed to stop. The villager turned his head slightly, and his peripheral vision met Lin Fan's eyes.

He saw a kind of contempt and disdain in Lin Fan's eyes.

Before he could come back to his senses.

He felt his vision spinning around, as if a heavy object fell to the ground.

Hey, whose headless body is this?

Why does it look so familiar.

Oh, this is my body.

It's a pity that he found it a little too late.

Now that a large number of villagers have come, it's a good thing, so he doesn't have to look for them one by one. If they want to compete with him based on numbers, then his two and a half years of hard work will be in vain.

Start killing, keep killing.

In the process of subduing demons and eliminating monsters, merits come one after another.

He knew that these villagers had no ability, but they had always received gifts from Fubao. Some of them had eaten the flesh and blood of Fubao's father, and the nutrients accumulated in their bodies, slowly helping their bodies.

He knew that merit represented the other party's strength.

The master was at the third level of Qi Refining, and there were three points of merit.

Some who had practiced martial arts only had 0.1 or 0.2, which meant that their martial arts strength was not even as good as Qi Refining.

But deep in his heart, he felt that these values ​​did not represent strength, but the degree of sin. As long as there were values, they should die, and they were all demons and evil spirits that brought chaos to the world.

At this time.

Liu the Butcher held Fubao's body and stood staggering at the door of the medical hall, witnessing the scenes in front of him.

The ground was covered with blood and broken limbs.

All that came to his ears were screams and wails. The villagers who were once familiar were fleeing in panic, and the strange Taoist priest was holding an axe and constantly harvesting the lives of the villagers.

Liu the Butcher did not stop or speak.

Just watch quietly like this.