The wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood. The surviving cultivators all looked at Liu Xun with fear and uneasiness. Liu Xun looked indifferent, looking at the red clouds in the sky, and said calmly: "Didn't you say I'm an evil cultivator? Don't I want to kill demons?"
As he finished speaking, the faces of the monks around him all changed. Some were angry, some were resentful, but more were afraid. The old man holding the bow let out a low shout, and the golden bow in his hand instantly pulled a full circle, and three golden arrows shot towards Liu Xun.
Liu Xun glanced at the old man with a hint of sneer on his face. The old man immediately felt uneasy when he saw this, but what shocked him was yet to come.
Just when the golden arrow was about to pierce Liu Xun, three figures suddenly appeared in front of Liu Xun. The golden arrows pierced into their bodies, and the three corpses turned into three blood rays and merged into Liu Xun's body.
The three figures were three monks, but what shocked the old man was not that the bodies turned into blood, but that Liu Xun could actually control these monks...
More and more monks were controlled, their eyes turned bloodshot, the noises around them became louder and louder, and their cries became more miserable. The old man finally couldn't calm down anymore, and with a low roar, the monks who were still conscious gathered together and prepared to retreat temporarily.
This is no longer a battle that can be resolved by numbers. Liu Xun's martial arts are too strange and have exceeded the comprehension of the cultivators. Now the old man feels that there is some gap between himself and Liu Xun. This is not a difference in cultivation, but a difference in quality and quantity.
The monks gathered together and then slowly retreated out of the town. They had discovered that the range of Liu Xun's skills could only cover this town, so as long as they left the town, his skills would not work on them.
Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, this was a secret technique from the Six Paths of Blood Slaughter, a type of technique from the Hell Realm. Since this was Hell... then this secret technique did not belong to the human world!
The resentment was originally just a speck of dust, but after infinite magnification, it turned into a mountain. The difference between dust and a hill can be imagined! As for the miserable cry, no one knows what it is...
"Want to leave? It's too late! Stay and be buried with this town!"
Liu Xun growled, the bloodshot in his eyes became brighter, at this moment, there was only killing in his heart. No matter you were the invincible supreme being or the powerless common people, Liu Xun knew nothing at this moment, only had the desire to kill.
As Liu Xun finished his words, the surrounding red snowflakes instantly turned into countless red smoke, which instantly trapped the monks. At this time, all the monks' faces were extremely pale, and the red smoke was like a divine iron chain, imprisoning them in place.
At this moment, he roared to the sky, and the bloodshot in his eyes grew to dozens of meters long. With Liu Xun's roar, the crying around him stopped abruptly, and was replaced by bursts of oriole singing...
The oriole song is in stark contrast to the miserable crying. It makes people feel intoxicated and comfortable when listening to it, as if it is a fairy music from the fairyland, which makes people linger and indulge in it.
The old man holding the bow and the old man holding the broadsword suddenly changed their expressions, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, without caring about the monks under them, they immediately turned into two long rainbows and flew away...
Seeing this, Liu Xun laughed up to the sky and said, "Is this what you guys who call yourself righteous practitioners do? How is it different from abandoning your wives? If that's the case... you will all become a remnant soul in the bright China! I will make sure that you will never be reborn, never reincarnate, and be trampled under my feet forever!"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, he looked at the monks who were imprisoned by the blood mist. These monks did not have the cultivation level of the two old men, so they did not notice anything unusual. Now every monk had a hint of intoxication on their face, as if they were enjoying the happiest thing in their life.
Liu Xun looked at the monks' obsessed expressions, a bloodshot light flashed in his eyes, and then he growled: "The song ends and the soul dies!"
As the words fell, the heavenly song suddenly stopped. As the music stopped, the monks all woke up from their intoxication, but this was far from over.
As soon as the monks woke up, they let out a scream. Their eyes became lifeless at first, and then a ball of light floated out of their bodies. The ball of light was similar to a human, with the face of each monk, but this time there was a hint of confusion and bewilderment on their faces.
But when they saw their own bodies below them, the expressions of each light group became terrified. At this moment, Liu Xun frowned slightly, his face was ferocious, and he shouted angrily: "Crush their souls to strengthen my gods!"
As he spoke, hundreds of light balls around him screamed and turned into soft light points that flew towards Liu Xun's mouth. At the same time, hundreds of monks' corpses on the ground turned into blood light and merged into Liu Xun's body.
But this time Liu Xun's cultivation did not increase, because his injuries were too severe. Those blood rays were actually driven by a mysterious force and were all used to repair his body.
Just as the souls of hundreds of monks were devoured by Liu Xun, there were suddenly dense cries and shouts from all around. The sound was like a tide, and it turned out to be tens of thousands of light balls...
At this time, Liu Xun's eyes had become somewhat clear. When he saw the dense light balls, his face changed drastically. He knew that although this town was not big, there were tens of thousands of people. Liu Xun had a clear conscience in killing these monks, but tens of thousands of innocent people...
Liu Xun was filled with fear and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Fortunately, he woke up in time, otherwise he would have made an unforgivable mistake.
He immediately controlled his mind, and then the bloodshot light in his eyes reappeared, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Qu San, Huihun, Jian body!"
As soon as the words fell, tens of thousands of light balls dissipated, and Liu Xun felt a buzzing in his head, followed by a feeling of fatigue and nausea.
Although he was dispelling his own martial arts, the number of tens of thousands of people was too large, even Liu Xun could not bear it, but he had to do it. The people can be said to be the origin of the entire ancient Chinese planet, and any thing can be lacking in anything except the origin.
He groaned, feeling waves of pain in his head and almost no strength left in his body. He glanced at the Qilin Thorn, and the Qilin Thorn flashed with blood light, immediately lifted up Liu Xun, and turned into a streak of blood and left.
Liu Xun knew in his heart that he had to leave immediately. The two old men had already fled and he was unable to catch up with them. He was afraid that within a few days, the news that he was an evil cultivator would spread throughout the entire southern region of Zhongzhou, and by then, a bloody storm would surely be waiting for him.
The world is confusing, people generally obey the masses, and he might become the target of those so-called righteous monks. Although Liu Xun has no regrets, he can't just sit there and wait for death. The most important thing at the moment is to quickly improve his combat power!
This was the first time he used the Six Paths Secret Art in this world, but... This secret art is indeed the product of the era of gods and demons. After one song... No one survived! (To be continued)