A long time, a long time, a long time ago...
For a long time, even Monqi Dark God himself had forgotten when.
Maybe it started from birth.
Born as the Monge family, he will always get less than Monge’s soul. His life is like a kind of charity. No matter how good he is, no matter how outstanding he is, the family always takes him with him. A kind of disdain.
And Mengqilie Soul was cultivated by the family from an early age, even if the cultivation aptitude was mediocre, he did not hesitate to consume a lot of resources.
Since childhood, he was better than Monqilie Soul, but he did not receive a trace of appreciation. Everything he had was donated to him by Monqilie Soul. From then on, the hatred in his heart began to take root, until he was deepest. After the woman of love left him to marry Mengqiliehun, she hated the sky.
He hates.
He hates all the people of the Mengqi clan, he hates his father, his mother, and the soul of Mengqi...
so.
He killed them all.
The hatred in his heart was not fully vented. After killing Mengqilie's soul, the hatred in his heart still existed, because all his cultivation bases were cultivated by the Mengqi Business League, and Mengqilie's soul was ashamed of him. Make up, but these are like a sharp thorn, thorn in the heart.
He wants to get the Monqi Business League, and he wants to rewrite everything.
For this day, he prepared for a lifetime.
When Meng Qi Yan'er traversed the desert from Liekong Continent, he gathered all his forces in Kunlun City. He knew that although Meng Qi Liehun died, he must have left behind, because he died early. Knowing that his parents were killed by him.
He was shocked.
Recalling the moment when he killed his parents, he didn't have a trace of regret in his heart, and some of them were still unfulfilled hatred.
When he took it for granted that he became the chairman of the Monqi Business League, he discovered that all the Monqi Lie Soul had been arranged long ago, and his only obstacle now was Monqi Yan'er. As long as he killed her, he would get Monqi. Heraldry, then no one can shake his position as president.
All the way to kill, all the way to fail.
Everything looked like some kind of deliberate arrangement, which made him extremely angry.
Now they are in a face-to-face game. Seeing her calm and calm expression, the look in her father's eyes, his hatred rises like a spring, his face darkens, and he coldly said: "You Really will die!"
"Uncle, let's stop." A look of regret flashed across Meng Qiyan'er's face, she sighed, and frowned, and said, "It's too late to stop now."
"Ha ha… "
"You really look like your father, even what you say is the same."
The dark god Monqi gave a cold smile and said, "Let you see my power..."
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning flashed across Kunlun City in an instant, and Mengqi Dark God's expression became fierce and ferocious.
The rain was torrential, and there was no intention to stop.
The air became more depressed.
"Hey… "
"No alcohol."
The black robe monk burped alcohol, got up and walked to the door to look at the sky blurred by the heavy rain, and said, "It's time to give people money."
Turning around and asking: "Donor, do you have an umbrella?"
Qin Tian smiled and said, "I have a knife."
The black robe monk looked at Qin Tian, feeling more like it in his heart, and said, "What kind of knife?"
Qin Tiandao: "Knife for killing."
The black robe monk said, "Bring an umbrella when it rains."
Qin Tian said, "It's raining, so I have to bring a knife, and also a knife for murder."
The black robe monk smiled and said, "Old Na also has a knife, but I don't know if I can kill."
After he finished speaking, he took out a long "knife" from his sleeves for a long time, and he took out a finger-long "knife", which was very sharp. It would take a long time to cut off the rotten thread on the sleeve button. The monk sighed heavily and said, "For a long time. There is no use of knives anymore, and everything has become rusty."
Qin Tian couldn't help laughing.
"Wow..."
"Wow..."
The heavy rain continued, and the gate at the entrance of the yard was suddenly opened. Chen Yi rushed in with the other five brothers. His brows were furrowed and his expression was extremely anxious. Seeing Qin Tian and Monk Heipao both standing at the door, he immediately said: "Boss, It's all people outside."
Qin Tian nodded slightly, his blood boiled uncontrollably, and said, "You all enter the house, don't come out again."
"no."
"To fight together!"
Chen Liu's face was startled, and the breath on his body burst out with an angry look. I don't know where he found a black blunt knife. The knife was shiny and shiny, as if he had just cut a greasy thing. The rain fell. , Slid down quickly.
It's not just Chen Liu.
Chen Yi and the others are holding a black blunt knife, murderous.
Qin Tian looked at the knife in the black robe monk's hand and smiled again.
The monk showed an awkward expression, looked at the knife in his hand, and folded his hands together: "Amitabha Buddha, my second preference for the benefactor, I will tell you now."
"Use a knife to cross people!"
The voice just fell, murderous intent raged!
"Use a knife to cross people?!" Qin Tian repeated, his mouth raised and smiled.
"Rumble..."
The huge thunder shook the sky, and the sky seemed to explode.
As this dull thunder fell, Qin Tian's eyes were stunned, he drew out the dragon knife, and stepped out in one step, still falling from the rain, crashing on the dragon knife, like a burst of heavy metal music, every time he took a step, the sky's dull thunder The sound fell heavily, playing the most magnificent movement of killing.
The black robe monk once again looked at the finger-long knife in his hand, showing a look of admiration. Looking at Qin Tian's back, he said with envy, "His knife is so big!"
Murderous.
The sky filled the sky. Since they entered Kunlun City, the killing intent of the sky has not been reduced by more than half. The moment the black robe monk put down the flask, the killing intent of the sky suddenly changed and became more intense. Qin Tian's killing intent made Qin Tian excited from his bones.
The blood gradually boiled.
Because of the practice of killing Dao, he likes this atmosphere full of killing intent more than anyone else, the feeling that is suppressed in his heart, makes his whole body tense, and will die if he is not careful, he has a kind of paranoid love.
When Qin Tian walked into the courtyard, Chen Liu followed first, followed by Chen Yi and the others.
The black robe monk is the last one.
Because he is struggling, do you want to bring an umbrella.
On a rainy day, with a knife without an umbrella, there is a sense of angrily killing ten steps, not staying a thousand miles away.
"Amitabha..."
The black robe monk was muttering words in his mouth, as if he was confessing, and as if chanting the scriptures, but at this moment the eight golden dragons on his body faintly flashed out, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.
From now on.
The breath on his body suddenly changed, like the evil spirit Buddha crawling out of hell.
"Boom, boom..."
A lightning bolt of hundreds of thousands of kilometers pierced the sky, announcing the start of the feast of killing.
"kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill..."
Qin Tian drank heavily, looking at the black-robed people all over the street, his face was startled, and he drank violently, "Nine-level violent!"
"boom!"
The power of one thousand and twenty-four attributes exploded in the body, and as soon as the violent burst out, the dragon sword trembles violently, as if trembling with excitement as if smelling the smell of blood, Qin Tian's face was cold as frost, and his killing intent reached the highest level. Click, and immediately twisted his eyes, and the dragon sword flicked out with a cold light.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Qin Tian rushed into the black and crushed crowd, like a murderous god.
The streets and alleys of Kunlun City are all black-robed people, whose strength is higher than that of low-level saints. They are like swarms of locusts, constantly flocking to the courtyard where Qin Tian is.
This is a hand-to-hand killing feast.
It is like a super soldier rushing into the monster group to fight and fight in blood.
Killing shouts.
Screams.
The sound shook the sky.
But in Qin Tian's ears, there were a string of pleasing sounds of the system. It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. Watching the experience stacking up crazily and watching the consumed qigong value instantly rise back, the feeling was unparalleled.
"Chen Yi, take care of yourself."
Qin Tian cut a low-level saint in half with a single knife, and his brows were slightly anxious when he saw Chen Yi and the others in a hard fight.
When he was really distracted, a middle-level saint waved his spear, drawing out a fierce spear and hitting Qin Tian's life gate. Qin Tian hummed coldly, smiled faintly, and said, "It's too weak, give it to me. die… "
The dragon sword flashed, the body shattered, the soul was cracked, and a holy core was obtained.
"Do not worry."
"We still have no problem dealing with these people."
Chen Yi smiled easily, the black knife in his hand kept hurting several people, and Chen Er rushed to kill the injured people one by one. The saint is by no means weak.
Upon seeing this, Qin Tian's heart relaxed, and he was even more unscrupulous.
This was the coolest time he came to the Holy Realm.
Purely brushing experience.
I couldn't help but thank the Dark God Monqi, if he didn't really know where to find these people to kill, good man!
suddenly.
Qin Tian's complexion changed, and a strangely strong spiritual aura rushed over from the law of breath. This spiritual aura was specifically aimed at the attack in the sea of consciousness. As long as it entered the sea of consciousness, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Bald donkey!"
"Kill me to death."
Qin Tian sensed it, and the black robe monk naturally sensed it.
After the black robe monk folded his hands together and chanted "Amitabha Buddha", the eight-day golden dragon on his body rushed straight into the sky, making waves of dragons in the thick clouds, and then it was overwhelmingly fierce and overwhelming.
"boom!"
In the law of breath, that powerful spiritual breath suddenly disappeared.
With a grinning smile, Qin Tian rushed into the crowd again, scraping away the experience wantonly...
…
"Your people don't seem to be good at it."
Standing at the window of the Tongtian Pavilion, watching everything happening below quietly, Meng Qiyan's palms were already soaked, but there was no panic expression on her face, and her calm appearance made the people present admire from their hearts. stand up.
The corners of Mengqi Darkshen’s mouth curled up, watching his own people fall one by one, there was no change in his eyes, and he smiled softly: "This is just the beginning. They are just appetizers. You will find Qin Tian later. , Even the monk at Longxiang Temple will die ugly."
The killing feast is just the beginning
If it is the beginning, Qin Tian hopes it will never end...