Yang Fei didn't kill Sakurako, not because he was compassionate, or because he saw that she was beautiful, he just forgot about it.For Yang Fei, in the temple, that powerful and mysterious aura was the guy he was looking for.As for the others, they are just ants, and they don't care whether they step on him or let him escape.Yang Fei had just broken into the temple, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and the sky immediately darkened.Yang Fei knew that this was not just because there was no candle fire in the temple.It is also because the fierce thoughts in the temple have been thick to a certain extent, which can shield people's five senses and divine senses.What a strong murderous aura!
Yang Fei was secretly surprised, such a powerful murderous aura meant that there was a powerful divine thought or primordial spirit.In the temple, under the gray sky, an old man sat cross-legged on a futon, wearing a martial arts uniform, with a leisurely expression.This old man must be a soldier, and he is the kind of veteran who has been on the battlefield and has survived a hundred battles.Almost subconsciously, Yang Fei made an evaluation.Although this old man was skinny, from his upright sitting posture, straight waist and the killing aura of the golden iron horse on his body, Yang Fei could see that this old man had experienced a real war.Almost at the same time, Yang Fei also saw it.This old man is not a human at all, but a spirit body that is close to a ghost god, but he has not yet undergone the thunder tribulation and transformed into a yang god.The old man looked at Yang Fei lightly, his eyes as calm as water.Behind the old man, a statue of a god was enshrined, but it was a young soldier with a war knife in his hand.The face of the idol was eight or nine points similar to that of the old man, and it seemed to be the appearance of his youth.On the altar in front of the idol, Mihoko's clothes were stripped off, and blood-red lines appeared on her snow-white skin, forming an extremely strange pattern.And the soldier's eyes, flashing and shining, radiated red, as if he was about to come back to life.As soon as Yang Fei looked at the statue, a wave of anger rushed directly above his head.In the Central Plains War in the last century, Sang and China fought a life-and-death struggle.When the Sang Kingdom invaded China, hundreds of thousands of Sang troops burned, killed and looted on the land of China, committing heinous crimes.And the old man in front of him is obviously the devil who survived by luck back then.A hundred years later, this kind of demon is still alive in the world in this way.Damn, it's like God doesn't have eyes!
Seeing that Yang Fei's eyes were red and murderous, the old man pursed his mouth and said lightly."
Young man, what do you want to do when you broke into my cultivation place for no reason?"
Yang Fei's eyes were full of fierce meaning."
I didn't expect that in your Sang country, a demon like you is still alive."
If you hadn't met me, I'm afraid you would have survived the Thunder Tribulation and cultivated into a Yang God, right?"
The old man snorted and looked at Yang Fei: "Are you from Huaxia?"
”The corners of Yang Fei's mouth showed a wicked smile."
You're right, I'm going to recover your blood debt for thousands of Chinese people today."
Yang Fei originally wanted to save Mihoko, so he tracked him all the way here.He was originally an extremely protective person, and Mihoko is also a person from Dragon Island, and outsiders are inviolable.However, what Yang Fei didn't expect was that he actually met the soldiers of Sang Guo more than a hundred years ago here.Moreover, these soldiers of Sang who should go to hell also survived in this unbelievable way.The hands of these people are stained with the blood of innocent Chinese people, and dying a thousand times and ten thousand times is not enough to atone for their sins.The old man shook his head, a disdainful smile on his lips."
I have to say that you are very similar to the Chinese heroes more than a hundred years ago, just as brave, but also just as stupid."
On his iron-like face, the meaning of ridicule became stronger and stronger."
A Chinese person like you, I don't know how many I have beheaded under a war knife, in my spiritual temple, you are killing yourself."
Yang Fei snorted: "This may not be, let's die." ”The old man's current realm has been cultivated into a spirit body.His spirit was exactly the same as himself, and he was almost at the beginning of his knot.But such a realm, in Yang Fei's eyes, is just an ant.The old man slowly stood up, and a long knife flashed from behind him.I saw that on the long knife, there were all mottled and mutilated small wounds, full of iron and blood.The knife has the texture of a chrysanthemum, and the cold air hits people, like lightning.As soon as this knife came out, the spirit of the old man's body condensed together, forming a huge and incomparably large battle intent.Even in Yang Fei's realm, he couldn't help but shout hello.With this murderous spirit and fighting spirit, it won't take a few years for the old man to obtain the divine power of the Shura realm.He can directly become an immortal and immortal asura in the form of a spirit body.Such a Jindan monk, the way of killing, can be several times more powerful than an ordinary Jindan monk.The old man held his knife in front of his chest and slowly raised it.Behind the blade, his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, reflecting the long knife shining with cold light, and the murderous aura was surging to the sky."
Slash!"
The old man shouted violently, and the long knife swept towards Yang Fei as if he were training.In the entire temple, there was no old man, only the sword light like a dragon.The sword light only reflected the gray small temple, as bright and transparent as day.The cold hairs on Yang Fei's face stood on end one by one, and the turtle pole also issued an urgent warning.The power of this hundred-year-old devil is as powerful as this.Yang Fei exclaimed in his heart, when this old man was alive, he must have been a famous swordsman.With this sword, all monks below the golden pill can be killed.Yang Fei showed out the Sky Wolf Knife, and the blood-red sword light skyrocketed, catching up with the old man's indestructible long knife.The Sky Wolf Sword Spirit laughed wildly: "It's a strong man again, it's so happy, kill me!"
”Yang Fei ignored the roar of the Heavenly Wolf Sword Spirit, and the blood-red sword light stared across the air, and soon split the old man's sword light into pieces.The old man retreated in a hurry, gasping for breath~.He was a spirit body, but after this fierce battle, his body had already begun to scatter, and it was not as condensed as iron and stone just now.The old man looked at Yang Fei in horror."
Who are you?
As far as I know, there are not many real people who can take my long knife from the Huaxia cultivators today. ”Yang Fei looked at the old man lightly, and his eyes were full of ridicule."
More than ten years ago, there was a man named Wang Xiaoshi who once killed your eight war gods of the Sang Kingdom.""
I didn't expect that your primordial gods are immortal, and you are still alive, so let me send you to hell now."
The old man's body was shocked, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes."
You......
Who are you from Wang Xiaoshi?
”Yang Fei grinned, and there was pride and sadness in his smile.The majesty of his father-in-law is still there, but he has been imprisoned in the abyss of the candle dragon, enduring years of loneliness and loneliness.Yang Fei's eyes looked at the old man and said word by word."
Listen, I'm Yang Fei, the successor of Wang Xiaoshi.""
The devil of Mulberry Island, who can't be killed endlessly, will make you really full of evil today!"