Supreme Lord

Zombie is one of the ancient creatures of Heaven and Earth.

The real zombie is very powerful. It gathers the grievances of Heaven and Earth, lives in bad luck, is immortal, immortal, and immortal. It is rejected by the three realms of Heaven, Earth and Human outside the six realms of beings.

It’s just that Murong Fei and these people are not real zombies. At best, they just abandoned their souls in pursuit of the so-called Undying and Inextinguishable, monsters who live on blood. They belong to blood monsters in demons and ghosts. , Usually called the living dead.

“Stop it!”

Wow!

Murong Fei glared red eyes, exposed sharp fangs, and let out a roar. The blood mist boiled all over his body, and he swung his fists straight away.

He may not be a real zombie, but he lives on blood, and his flesh and blood is particularly tyrannical. Both speed and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He is fast, but Gu Qingfeng is faster than him.

When he struck, Gu Qingfeng grabbed his neck when he raised his hand and clasped his top of the head with a palm.

Boom! boom! boom!

With the three palms down, Murong Fei is already bloody and not human. At the same time, the other eight people are also coming over with blood mist, and they arrive instantly.

“fuck off!”

Gu Qingfeng furiously shouted here, shook his body, shook his body, banged, and flew the flesh and blood of the eight people who had struck on the spot.

Ah——

Murong Fei was pinched by Gu Qingfeng’s neck, and he was basically unable to move even a little bit. He roared wildly, and the black blood mist all over his body boiled wantonly, and roared: ” I have the body of Undying and Inextinguishable, you can’t kill me at all! You can’t kill me!——”

“Little living dead, dare to call Undying and Inextinguishable in front of me!”

Gu Qingfeng pinched Murong Fei’s neck, raised his arms, opened his five fingers, and his palms were like spirit strength mixed with thunder and lightning. When a palm fell, Murong Fei’s legs were shattered by the shock.

“Don’t say you are just a monster of the living dead! Even if you are a real zombie, if I want to kill you, you won’t survive!”

Bang!

It’s another palm.

Murongfei’s arms were shattered by the shock.

“Since you want to be a dead man so much, be a complete dead man!”

Bang!

The third palm fell, Murong Fei’s head was shattered.

Dead.

All are dead.

The ice sculpture-like great hall is full of flesh and blood stumps, black blood is flowing on the ground, and his surging power is still echoing in this ice sculpture-like great hall , The great hall trembles constantly, and the great hall daoist and Ziyun daoist outside the great hall are paralyzed on the ground, their faces are gray, their hearts are trembling, their bodies are trembling, and their souls cannot stop in fear.

The two wanted to stay here and watch the changes and come to a sandpiper and clam war together.

Yes.

They think so, but at this moment, they don’t dare to think like this anymore, they just want to leave, the farther away the better.

They thought.

But it was just thinking. The soul was scared, the mind was frustrated, the mental breakdown, and the body couldn’t move at all, so he was so paralyzed on the ground that he didn’t even dare to breathe, or even opened his eyes.

For more than a thousand years of daoist cultivation, I have seen a lot of scenes of large and small. I have not experienced such bloody scenes. I have seen even more bloody scenes. But he still didn’t dare to watch, not because he didn’t dare to watch this bloody scene, but because he didn’t dare to watch Gu Qingfeng here.

They did not expect, nor could they imagine, that this white clothed man looked clean on the surface. Although it was not weak and windy, it also appeared calm and indifferent. It was so terrifying when it started.

This terror is not a violent terror.

But a kind of silent terror.

He looks very quiet from beginning to end, and his stern face is always so plain, unemotional, without anger or anger, nothing, even murderous intention. No, as if killing someone is nothing more common to him, it can’t arouse any emotions in him at all, not even a bit.

Are you numb to killing?

Wei Qing didn’t know this question, but he could see that Gu Qingfeng from the very beginning didn’t care about the life and death of Murong Fei. He didn’t care, he didn’t care at all.

If you watch, he will let you watch.

If you are reasonable, he will reason with you.

If you talk about the rules, he will also tell you the rules.

If you move your mind, he will make you move.

What crafty plots and machinations play, he will let you play.

Even if you want to do it, he will let you do it.

But there is only one thing, and it absolutely can’t move murderous intention.

Once you have murderous intention, you will definitely die.

This is probably his bottom line.

His bottom line is very low, so low that as long as you don’t move the murderous intention, you can do anything.

This is a kind of indifference, but also a kind of indifference.

Because he doesn’t care about your life or death.

Don’t you really care?

Wei Qing may think so, at least, the monk does not think so.

At this moment, Wei Qing closed his eyes and lowered his head, afraid to look and speak.

Buer monk also lowered his head and closed his eyes. The only difference is that he did not at all eat delicious food, but put his hands together, as if recalling the scene just now, secretly thought. .

It is like water when it is still, water when it is moving, and the mind is silent, unaffected, joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, murder, and the heart is like water. This state of mind can be called a great Buddha immobile. .

Thinking of this, the Buddhist monk couldn’t help taking a deep breath and sighed, awesome!

Open your eyes and look at Da Gan and Ziyun Daoist who are paralyzed on the ground, and at Qin Wanli who is still kneeling on the ground, and the flesh and blood of Murong Fei and the others in the great hall. Looking at… recalling, the Buddhist monk shuddered as if he realized something, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. He was a little panicked and whispered.

Three lives, three deaths and three extinctions?

The so-called three lives, three deaths and three extinctions means that anyone has three chances of surviving in front of him, only three times.

For the first time, I will not kill you, but for a lifetime.

The second time, I don’t need to kill you. It is for the second life.

The third time, I will not kill you either. It is for the Three Lives.

But there can never be a fourth time.

This is not patience, but a kind of respect for life, also known as three lives.

Three deaths means that anyone has three chances of death in front of him.

The first time, one of the legs is broken, which means one death,

The second time, one’s arms are broken, which means two death.

The third time, his head was severed for three deaths.

Monk Buer looked at Dagan Daoist and Ziyun Daoist who were paralyzed on the ground, Qin Wanli who was kneeling on the ground, and Mu Yulong in the corner, and said, Sansheng.

Look at the flesh and blood stumps belonging to Murong Fei and the others on the ground again, and muttered three deaths.

After finishing reading, there was a puff, and the Buddhist monk seemed to be a little unsteady and sat on the ground.

Three lives and three deaths…

This motherfucker is Slaughtering Dao!

Only…Only people who have been enchanted will obey this Slaughter Law!

No!

It’s not that only those who have been in the demon, but those who have been killed by killing will obey the Slaughter Law, which can be called a sin.

Get into the demon by killing…

This is the most extreme demon, and also the most terrifying demon, known as the demon in the demon.

How to get into the devil with slaughter, Buddhist monk does not know, but he knows that someone once slaughtered millions of lives, and then went crazy.

Madness is madness, and madness is two concepts.

The gap between the two is like a rat elephant, and the horror of the latter is far beyond what the former can mention on equal terms.

Buer monk doesn’t know how many lives can be slaughtered before they can be killed.

However, this is not the place that makes him feel the most horrible. It is what makes him feel that he has one’s hair stand on end.

Being enchanted is not terrifying, but terrifying is the person who can come out of the enchantment.

This kind of people can hardly be described as terrifying and horror…

Because they are the masters of killing.