Cultivation from entry to abandonment

Shang Mingqian was immediately surrounded by numerous guards. Bai Chuji had already stepped aside, smiled at Shang Mingqian, and said, "Mingqian, I'm so sorry. If you don't die, then I die." Shang Mingqian watched quietly Looking at him, it seemed that there were a thousand words to say, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.

He was directly chained and imprisoned in the barrier.That barrier was set up by Shang Cunhai himself, and no one could open it except him and a few elders.He has been waiting, waiting for the moon at night.Bai Chuji never came to see him, or he didn't dare to come.Soon it was evening.

Like a prisoner, he was pulled by a prison car all the way to the prison.The never-satisfying red moth waited there with fluttering wings, its mouth wide open, and it chattered endlessly.Then his prison cart was opened, and the elder let him out, unchained his hands, and watched him walk towards the huge beast until he was chewed to pieces and swallowed.Then the elders will leave contented.

Shang Mingqian looked around, everyone's expressions were so calm, as if they were used to it and it was not a big deal.And Bai Chuji was standing not far away, behind a certain elder, silently watching Shang Mingqian walk towards his death.He suddenly felt that he didn't understand Bai Chuji at all.Did the little boy who once pulled him and brought him food really existed, or did he only exist in his fantasy?

The wind is noisy, the sky is full of dead leaves, and a blood moon is above the head.The whining of the red moth was round and round, sharp and piercing, which made him feel extremely irritated.A crazy idea rushed out: It would be great if they could all be killed.Just like what he had hoped for many years ago.As long as they all disappear, the world will be peaceful.The stability and happiness that originally belonged to him will return to his hands.Just kill them all, burn them all to ashes, like rats surviving in a burning sludge.

His mind was in a trance for a moment, as if everything in the world had gone away with a bang, becoming hazy and dim.When he opened his eyes again, they were already blood red, like the bloody full moon in the sky.A smile gradually emerged on Shang Mingqian's lips, and that smile became more and more crazy. He bent over laughing, and the flames burned blazingly behind him, like a red lotus in full bloom.

"What? Dare to show off in front of this deity?" He soared into the sky in an instant, flying in mid-air, and patterns of flames bloomed on his skin, emitting a dazzling fiery red light.Thousands of fire rains centered on him like phoenix feathers, flying towards the surroundings overwhelmingly.Wherever it went, flames spread like blossoms, forming an impenetrable wall of fire.The ferocious beast, Red Moth, also wailed.

The crowd below was in a commotion, and the noisy voices were drowned in the firelight.

"Where did he learn it?"

"This is the unique skill of the previous Patriarch - Sheep Blade Killing!"

"How could this be?"

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Shang Mingqian didn't seem to be interested in them, so he turned around and started to deal with the red moth.The red moth let out a mournful cry, vigorously flapped its wings, and flew into the air, creating a whirlwind.Shang Mingqian dodged to come behind it and rode directly on it, grabbed the feathers on the back of its neck, and tore them apart one by one.The fur was glowing with flames, and ashes fell layer by layer.Shang Mingqian made fists with both hands, and rows of sharp claws emerged from the bones of his hands.Shang Mingqian stabbed the red moth's neck over and over again.The red moth howled a few times, its body was shrouded in flames, it rolled in the air, shaking its wings violently, trying to throw Shang Mingqian off.Shang Mingqian held it firmly, with a crazy smile on the corner of his lips, he simply took out a long sword from the space, jumped up, and stabbed at it, the stench of blood spurted out, It splashed Shang Mingqian all over his body.Shang Mingqian didn't care, he seemed to like the blood-stained clothes very much.

Everyone was busy dealing with those clumps of fire, and only saw Shang Mingqian fighting the red moth in the distance, and the last burst of blood-red light flashed.The red moth was cut in half by a lingering sword energy.Both heads moved and rolled a few times on the ground, and finally the corpse fell heavily on the ground, making a loud noise.

The entire forbidden area was silent, only the sound of burning fire and rustling wind could be heard.

After a while, Shang Mingqian, dressed in blood, slowly climbed up from under the white wings of the red moth's corpse. He climbed up its corpse step by step until he finally reached its high raised back, holding the sword in one hand. Inserted on its back, let out a few crazy laughs, like crazy like a demon.The bloody coat fluttered in the wind, and the blood moon behind it had reached its highest point.His hair was disheveled, his clothes were also scattered, revealing a small piece of chest, and his boots were also stained with blood.

He drew out his sword, paced back and forth impatiently on the red moth's back, and swept the crowd one by one with the blood-stained tip of the sword, while laughing, he said, "You are all going to die! Everyone!" A murderous intent He left with a bloody smell overwhelming.The elders, Dharma protectors, and disciples beside him were all wrapped up in this killing intent, and their hands and feet felt cold.

So a massacre carnival began, and everyone present would be beheaded by him. Those elders all said that they had advanced cultivation levels, but they were cowardly and incompetent after all.Shang Mingqian was completely red-eyed, almost felt no pain, and turned a blind eye to their attacks.It seemed that breaking their necks was the most enjoyable thing in the world for him.Shang Mingqian killed one after another, he didn't know how many people he had killed, until everyone fell into a pool of blood.Bai Chuji stood where he was, wearing white clothes, and shouted, "Ming Qian..."

Shang Mingqian walked towards him slowly, but said blandly, "It's you." Then he slapped him.Bai Chuji couldn't resist at all, and was sent flying more than ten feet away, hitting the inscription on the altar.The blood instantly dyed the inscription red. He felt his dantian burst open, his aura dissipated, and he lost consciousness for an instant. He could only vaguely see Shang Mingqian standing in the sea of ​​corpses, like an evil Shura ghost. Crawling countless ferocious ghost hands.

Countless resentful spirits who died in the mouth of the red moth surged up from the ground, and clusters of black air penetrated into Shang Mingqian's damaged body. flame.The flames quickly ignited the corpses on the ground, exuding a rotten and scorched smell.

Shang Mingqian was exhausted and fell straight on the ground.

On the second day, the morning light was bright, Yinggeyanyan was everywhere, the flowers were red and the willows were green, the spring breeze was gentle for ten miles, and the sun was warm for thousands of miles.The ground was as clean as if it had been washed by rain.

Shang Mingqian sat up from the ground, and found himself sitting in a sea of ​​corpses, some corpses had been burned to ashes, and some still showed the blood-stained appearance of death.Shang Mingqian moved his neck, looked around in puzzlement, very confused.He remembers...he doesn't remember anything...how is he here?