"what happened?"
Jian Wushuang frowned and looked at the crowd around him.
Many people in the crowd were extremely enthusiastic about him before.
Like the gray-haired old man with a hunchback.
Like the strong man wrapped in animal skins.
There was also the young girl who had first fallen in love and complimented him on how handsome he was, but now they were all in the crowd, looking at him with murderous intent.
"Die, die!"
"go to hell!"
"kill him!"
A series of low roars spread from the surrounding crowd, and then everyone around them rushed towards Jian Wushuang like crazy.
Kitchen knives, hoes, sickles and even butcher's knives all came to greet Jian Wushuang.
"Oops." Jian Wushuang's expression changed.
If he were in this situation normally, he would just jump into the air and leave, but now he can't even use the slightest spiritual power, and he can't jump into the air at all.
Seeing the crowd around him attacking him, Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold, and the three-kill sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
Wow~~~The long sword was unsheathed and turned into a stream of light, which instantly passed over the six people who were killing him.
Jian Wushuang's spiritual power cannot be used now, but his swordsmanship and understanding of the way of the sword can still be used.
Just like Jian Nantian in the Nine Emperor Sect, his Dantian was destroyed and he never had any spiritual power, but he still killed a Yinxu young master with just one sword.
Even if Jian Wushuang couldn't use his spiritual power, he could still easily deal with these ordinary people with just his sword skills and sword sense.
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!
Six voices sounded at the same time, and in an instant, the wrists of the six people were kicked away by Jian Wushuang.
But despite this, the six people whose wrists he had flung away were still extremely crazy and continued to bite him.
Jian Wushuang's expression darkened. He had already seen that he could no longer hold back, otherwise he would be the one who died in the end.
After understanding this, Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated at all.
"die!"
Jian Wushuang swung his three-kill sword, and in an instant, the shrill sword light passed through the throats of several people around him.
Killing, killing like crazy.
I saw sword shadows crisscrossing the area. These ordinary people had no ability to resist, so they were killed one by one.
While Jian Wushuang was going on a killing spree, in the dark palace of the ancestral land, the beautiful woman and the honest and strong man had retreated to the corner of the palace. Both of them were looking straight ahead, looking at Jian Wushuang in the center of the palace. Swinging the sword wildly.
The streaks of sword light were actually just striking the void.
But for Jian Wushuang, every time he swung his sword, it was stained with blood.
"He has completely fallen into the fantasy realm of killing." The honest and strong man said in a deep voice.
"The Killing Fantasy Realm, endless killing. Everyone he encounters in the fantasy world will be crazy and desperate to kill him. In the end, he will be forced to continue killing. The more he kills, the more murderous intent he has. It becomes more and more intense, and eventually it will make you numb." The beautiful woman said in a solemn voice.
"When he becomes numb to killing, his mentality will change!"
"It just depends on whether he can stick to his heart and stick to it."
In this world, killing is nothing.
Killing one person, ten people or even a hundred people will hardly change a person's mentality.
But when you kill thousands or even more people, and the people you kill are just ordinary people, no matter who they are, their mentality will change, and some will even become distorted.
As for the Killing Fantasy, there are two types of tests.
Change of mentality is one of them. If Jian Wushuang changes his mentality under such forced killing and becomes treating human life as trivial, or becomes a big devil who loves killing, then this killing He failed the test of the illusion. And if he can stick to his true intention from beginning to end and continue to move forward bravely, he will be able to reach the end of this phantom realm of killing.
This road is very long, and everything can only depend on Jian Wushuang himself.
…
In the illusion, it was still the village, but of course the peace and quiet in the village was gone at this moment.
On the streets of the village, blood filled the air, as if forming a sea of blood. Corpses were lying there in disorder. These corpses included old people, children, and women. They were all just ordinary people.
To Jian Wushuang, a strong swordsman, these people can be said to be powerless.
But now, they all died under Jian Wushuang's sword.
But Jian Wushuang was standing in a pool of blood at this moment, his figure trembling slightly.
Even though he knew that everything that happened was just an illusion, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang managed to calm down, and then looked around.
"I felt the peaceful warmth of this village before, and then everyone in the village went crazy and wanted to kill me..." Jian Wushuang shook his head secretly, "I don't know what the first test of this ancestral land is?"
Jian Wushuang doesn't understand, doesn't understand.
But he acted according to his own heart.
This is true even in an illusion.
What just happened was that those people took the initiative to kill him, and he was merciful at first. It was only after he found that showing mercy had no effect at all that he killed him.
Although there were some waves in his heart due to what he did, they soon calmed down.
He has a clear conscience!
After leaving the village, Jian Wushuang continued walking forward.
He didn't know where he was going, but there seemed to be a will in the dark that told him to keep going, keep going.
…
Time passed, and Jian Wushuang no longer knew how long or how far he had walked in this illusion.
Likewise, he doesn't even remember how many people he killed.
In short, every time he passed by a place, when people there saw him, they would go crazy to kill him, and in order to protect himself, he had no choice but to take action, and in the end he would go on a killing spree.
After walking for so long and killing thousands of people, Jian Wushuang was already numb from the killing.
But at this moment, he came to the edge of the top of a towering mountain, and there were endless cliffs ahead.
On the edge of the cliff, there stands a stone tablet with three words carved on it: flying dragons and phoenixes.
"Look back to the cliff!"
Jian Wushuang stopped and looked at the words "Huitui Cliff" on the stone tablet.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around you will find the shore." A majestic voice suddenly sounded. Jian Wushuang turned his head and found that he was leaning on a huge rock next to an old man in blue with bare feet and a straw hat.
The old man in green was dirty all over, but his eyes were bright and he was staring at Jian Wushuang.
Seeing the old man in green, Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed.
"Musha!"
Jian Wushuang has already felt the spiritual aura of the old man in green. Although this spiritual aura is not very strong and is only at the level of the innate golden elixir, this is the first thing Jian Wushuang has encountered since he came to this illusion. A famous warrior.
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PS: There may be many readers who don’t understand the content of this test, but it doesn’t matter, it will be explained in the next chapter.
In addition, I would like to state that the phantom of killing is purely an illusion and not real.
(End of chapter)