[I would like to make a life-and-death contract with you, and even if I reincarnate for thousands of lives, I can meet again. So Yan Lu, for me, stick to the right path. One day, I will stand upright with you in the sunshine and accept the admiration of the world...]
The lingering sound was in his ears, but his beloved little mushroom disappeared.
What's the point of leaving him alone despite being admired by thousands of people? Eliminate demons and defend the way, stick to justice, what will happen in the end
When the calamity came, the emperor was born, and Yan Lu, who was bathed in golden light, was surging with demonic energy.
Looking down at the group of cultivators on the ground who were looking up at him, Yan Lu was in the realm of the gods, his heart was in the devil's cave, and the blood of the thief of desire to kill boiled. Golden light shrouded the sky, grand power flooded the earth, fierce killing intent swept all directions, mourning and mourning sounded one after another, and blood blossomed like fireworks.
Little Mushroom tried his best to get on the right path and become a god.
Yan Lu's eyes were filled with blood, and the psychic realm that had just been promoted, fell into the mortal world again in the frenzied killing.
The cultivators were slaughtered, and a large number of masters fell one after another. The cultivation world was severely damaged by this battle, and I am afraid it will not recover within a hundred years. However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare. Although Yan Lu's realm was greatly damaged, his strength was still the same, even stronger than before. He slaughtered everywhere in the comprehension world, the first of which was the sect of comprehension that directly caused the death of Little Mushroom. Hundreds of other sects of comprehension, large and small, were also destroyed by him one by one.
The entire world of self-cultivation was completely plunged into a bloody period in which everyone was in danger. Combined with the power of all the masters, it can't compete with Yan Lu, who has the power of the gods. Just when everyone was desperate, Yan Lu, known as the "God of Killing", suddenly disappeared...
Before you know it, fifty years of silence passed by in a hurry.
In a small town covered by heavy snow, a person lay 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 shopkeeper came out from inside, caught a glimpse of the figure on the ground, and couldn't help but cursed: "Bad luck."
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.
"Get out of the way if you don't die, don't interfere with my business!" The shopkeeper kicked him down the steps with force on his feet.
The man moved a few times on the ground, then stood up slowly, a large piece of snow fell from him, a messy hair covered half of his face, and a tattered dress was casually draped, revealing his strong muscles . A pair of bare feet stepped on the snow, leaving deep footprints.
The store owner did not expect this "beggar" to be so burly, standing up a head taller than him, which made people feel a little horrified. But he didn't bother the store owner, just walked away silently.
The shopkeeper let out a contemptuous sigh when he was far away.
A group of children ran by the side of the road, holding snow balls and fighting each other. When passing by the "beggar", they grabbed the snow balls and smashed them at him. Some of the children even threw stones without hesitation.
The stone hit the "beggar", making a crackling sound, but he seemed to feel no pain, and let the child chase and abuse him until he walked out of the city, away from the noise.
He walked aimlessly in the white snow, like a wandering soul, feeling no fatigue, no hunger, and no time passing.
No one would have imagined that he was Yan Lu, the god of killing that blood-washed the cultivation world and made people feel fearful. Fifty years ago, because of excessive killing, Yan Lu was deeply in the dark, causing the backlash of power, becoming muddled, occasionally sober, occasionally confused, wandering alone in the world, walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and being ridiculed and bullied.
"Bastard, what kind of thing is Lu Qin! With the support of a master, do you really think that you are amazing?" Three men in blue clothes came from the mountain, one of them with a long sword on his back cursed angrily.
"Master is eccentric. In terms of talent, which of us is worse than him?" Another man with a short stature echoed.
In the end, the man with two beards sneered: "What's the use of complaining here? It's the right way to find a way to improve our strength."
At this moment, the short man stopped suddenly, and his eyes fell on the wood next to him, where a man in ragged clothes was sitting.
"What's so beautiful about a beggar?" the man with a long sword on his back asked strangely.
The short man gestured, "Is he wearing 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 prepared to take off the storage ring.
Yan Lu woke up, clenched his fist tightly, and tried desperately to stop him from taking his ring.
"If you know each other, call out the ring!" The sword-backed man stepped on his chest, trying to use brute force to remove the ring. For some cultivators of inferior character, ordinary mortals are like ants in their eyes, not to mention that the person in front of them is a humble beggar.
"Haha, can you do it?" The short man on the side sneered.
"Would you like to help?" The other bearded man looked at him calmly.
The man with the sword on his back was worried and had nowhere to let out his anger. Seeing that the beggar didn't know how to lift him, he felt ruthless in his heart, and suddenly he took out the long sword on his back, and the silver light flashed, cutting it straight to Yan Lu's arm.
Clang! The sharp long sword was bounced off, and there was not even a single scar on Yan Lu's arm.
This scene saw the three of them stunned, and their faces showed expressions of surprise.
"What's going on?" The short man couldn't help but took a step back and looked at Yan Lu on the ground vigilantly.
The bearded man thought for a moment and guessed: "I guess this person has either taken some panacea, or has been refined into a furnace. In either case, looking at his current appearance, he is no different from a cripple."
After listening to the sword-carrying man, he sneered, "If that's the case, let's give him a ride so that he won't continue to suffer in the world."
Saying that, he sacrificed the flying sword again, used his spiritual power, and stabbed into his heart fiercely. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Yan Lu collapsed to the ground.
The man with the sword on the back grabbed his wrist, intending to take off the ring, but found that his fist was still tightly clenched, with no intention of loosening it.
"Wait, it's pretty tough." The man with the sword on his back swung his sword for the third time and cut off his arm mercilessly. It took a lot of effort to remove the ring.
Yan Lu curled up in a pool of blood, grabbed the trousers of the man with the sword back with his other intact arm, tried to grab the ring back, and made a hoarse voice at the same time: "My... of... also... to... me... "
"Go away!" The sword-backed man kicked him away fiercely and spat in disgust.
"Look to see if there is any treasure in this ring." The short man urged, "Okay, everyone 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 "sunrise dog" expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" The other two quickly came over.
"See for yourself!" The man with the sword on his back angrily threw the ring to them.
The two used their spiritual sense to probe, and then at the same time, they were stunned. In the huge storage space, not the treasures of heaven and earth, fairy grasses, but countless... mushrooms.
Just as the three of them were stunned, a strong murderous aura suddenly came from behind them, followed by a chill in their necks, and the three heads flew high.
Yan Lu, who was covered in blood, walked slowly to them and took back his ring with a blank expression. Scarlet blood continued to flow out of his chest and broken arm. He was about to treat him, but his lucid sanity was lost again at this moment.
Yan Lu looked at his wound and the ring on his hand, and then staggered toward the depths of the jungle, leaving bloodstains along 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, and blood flowed for a day and a night. Finally, he was exhausted and fell to the ground.
In the dim consciousness, he seemed to see a white shadow, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch it, but his arm fell weakly.
In front of his finger, a small white mushroom stood quietly.
He killed all the people in the world, his hands were bloody, and finally found out that he just wanted to have a small mushroom...