Heroic Death System

[I would like to form a life-and-death contract with you, so that we can meet again even if reincarnated for thousands of lives.So Yan Lu, stick to the righteous way for me.One day, I will stand upright with you in the sun and accept the admiration of the world...]

The lingering sound is in his ears, but his beloved little mushroom has disappeared.

Even though he is admired by thousands of people, what's the point of leaving him alone?Eliminate demons and defend the way, stick to justice, and what will happen in the end?

The catastrophe came, the god was born, and Yan Lu, who was bathed in the golden light, had the evil spirit in his eyes.

Looking down at the group of cultivators on the ground who looked up to him, Yan Lun was in the realm of the gods, his heart was in the devil's cave, and the blood of the murderous thief was boiling.The golden light enveloped the sky, the majestic power filled the earth, fierce killing intent swept all directions, the sound of wailing and mourning came and went, and the blood bloomed like fireworks.

Little Mushroom tried his best to walk on the right way and become a god, but he didn't know that as long as there were demonic obstacles in his heart, the world would be hell.

Yan Lu's eyes were filled with blood, and the newly-promoted state of psychic power fell into the mortal world again amidst the frenzied killing.

The cultivators were massacred to death, and a large number of masters fell one after another. The vitality of the cultivator world was severely damaged by this battle, and it may not be able to recover within a hundred years.However, this is just the beginning of the nightmare.Although Yan Lu's realm was greatly damaged, his strength remained the same, even stronger than before.He killed everywhere in the cultivation world, and the first to bear the brunt was the cultivation sect that directly caused the death of Xiao Mushroom. Hundreds of other cultivation sects, large and small, were also wiped out by him one by one.

The entire comprehension world has completely fallen into a bloody period when everyone is in danger.Even with the strength of all the masters, it is impossible to compete with Yan Lu, who has the strength of a god.Just when everyone was desperate, Yan Lu, who was called "Killing God", suddenly disappeared...

Unknowingly, the silent 50 years hastily passed.

In a small town covered by heavy snow, a person was lying motionless on the side of the road, his body was almost buried by the snow, only a few strands of messy hair and dirty arms were exposed.

The door of a nearby shop was opened, and the shop owner came out, caught a glimpse of the figure on the ground, and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Unlucky."

He walked over and kicked a few times to see if he was dead.As a result, he shrank his body and then stopped moving again.

"Go away if you're not dead, don't affect my business!" The shopkeeper kicked him down the steps roughly with force on his feet.

The man moved on the ground a few times, then slowly stood up, a large amount of snow fell from his body, his messy hair covered half of his face, a tattered dress was casually hung, revealing his strong muscles .A pair of bare feet stepped on the snow, leaving deep footprints.

The store owner didn't expect that this "beggar" was so tall and taller than him by a full head, which made people feel a little daunted.But he didn't bother the shopkeeper, he just walked away silently.

The shopkeeper let out a contemptuous snort when he was gone.

A group of children ran by the side of the road, holding snow balls and fighting with each other. When they passed by the "beggar", they grabbed the snow balls and threw them at him. Some children even threw stones without any scruples.

The stone hit the "beggar" and made a crackling sound, but he seemed to feel no pain, allowing the child to chase, beat and insult him until he walked out of the city, away from the hustle and bustle.

He walked aimlessly in the white snow, like a wandering soul, feeling no fatigue, no hunger, and no sense of the passage of time.

No one would have thought that he was the God of Killing Yan Lu who bloodbathed the comprehension world back then and made people fearful. 50 years ago, because of excessive killings, Yan Lun's inner demons were deeply rooted in his heart, which led to the backlash of his strength, becoming muddled, sometimes sober, sometimes confused, wandering alone in the world, traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, and being ridiculed and bullied.

"Bastard, what is Lu Qin! Do you really think you are great because you have the backing of your master and boss us around?" Three men in Tsing Yi came from the mountain, and one of them, a man with a long sword on his back, cursed angrily.

"The master is biased. In terms of talent, which one of us is worse than him?" Another short man echoed.

At the end, the man with two beards sneered: "What's the use of us complaining here? Finding ways to improve our strength is the right way."

At this moment, the short man stopped suddenly, and his eyes fell on the nearby woods, where a man in ragged clothes was sitting.

"What's so good about a beggar?" The man with the long sword on his back asked strangely.

The short man gestured, "Is that a storage ring on his finger?"

The other two turned their heads and saw that the beggar was wearing an exquisite storage ring.

"Ha, when did the storage ring become so cheap that even beggars had it?" The man with the long sword stepped towards the man, grabbed his wrist and was about to take off the storage ring.

Yan Lu woke up, clenched his fist tightly, desperately preventing him from taking his ring.

"If you are sensible, call out the ring!" The man with the sword on his back stepped on his chest, trying to use brute force to remove the ring.For some low-quality cultivators, ordinary people are like ants in their eyes, let alone this person is a humble beggar.

"Haha, can you do it?" The short man beside him sneered.

"Do you want to help?" The other bearded man looked at him intently.

The man with the sword on his back was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing that the beggar didn't know how to praise him, he felt ruthless in his heart. He suddenly drew out the long sword on his back, and with a flash of silver light, he slashed straight at Yan Lu's arm.

Clang!The sharp long sword was bounced off unexpectedly, and there was not even a single scar on Yan Lu's arm.

Seeing this scene, the three of them were dumbfounded, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

"What's going on here?" The short man couldn't help but took a step back, looking at Yan Lu on the ground vigilantly.

The bearded man thought for a moment, and guessed: "I guess this person must have taken some panacea, or was refined into a cauldron. No matter what the situation is, judging by his current appearance, he is no different from a useless person."

After hearing this, the man with the sword on his back said with a sneer, "In that case, let us give him a ride, lest he continue to suffer in this world."

Saying that, he sacrificed his flying sword again, and used his spiritual power to stab hard into his heart.In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Yan Lu fell to the ground slumped.

The man with the sword on his back grabbed his wrist, intending to take off the ring, but found that his fist was still tightly clenched, and he didn't intend to let go at all.

"Fuck, it's quite tough." The man with the sword swung his sword for the third time, mercilessly cut off his arm, and took a lot of effort to take off the ring.

Yan Lu curled up in a pool of blood, and with his other intact arm, he tightly grabbed the trousers of the man with the sword, trying to snatch the ring back, while making a hoarse voice: "I... of... return... to... …I……"

"Go away!" The man with the sword on his back kicked him away fiercely, and spat in disgust.

"See if there is any treasure in this ring." The short man urged, "It's a deal, anyone who sees it will have a share."

"Okay." The man with the sword on his back broke the restriction of the ring, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and immediately showed a "sun dog" expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" The other two hurried over.

"Look for yourselves!" The man with the sword on his back threw the ring to them angrily.

The two of them probed with their spiritual senses, and then they were stunned at the same time. What was stored in the huge storage space were not natural treasures, fairy grasses and spiritual weapons, but countless... mushrooms.

Just when the three of them were in a daze, a strong murderous aura suddenly came from behind them, and then their necks were chilled, and three heads flew high, leaving only three headless corpses standing upright in the blink of an eye.

Yan Lu, covered in blood, slowly walked in front of them, and took back his ring expressionlessly.Scarlet blood continued to flow from his chest and broken arm. He was about to treat him, but at this moment his mind was once again at a loss.

Yan Lu looked at his wound, then at the ring on his hand, and then staggered towards the depths of the jungle, leaving bloodstains all the way.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, an hour, two hours... Yan Lu walked for a day and a night, blood flowed for a day and a night, and finally exhausted himself and fell to the ground.

In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to see a white shadow, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch it, but his arm fell powerlessly.

In front of his fingers, a small white mushroom stood quietly.

He killed all the people in the world, his hands were bloody, and finally realized that he just wanted to own a small mushroom...