Chapter 722

Mi Chen always felt a wisp of spirit watching him all the way. No matter he was invisible or flying, the wisp of spirit never recovered. Although he was upset, he could not find where the wisp of spirit came from.

Along the way, Michen thought that his spiritual cultivation was still strong, but he didn't know that he was really bad until he arrived at shuanluo star. As long as he was above the immortal realm, he could hold his hand. It can be said that from martial arts cultivation to spiritual cultivation, he was no better than others on this planet.

Since other people have been staring at themselves, what's the point of being invisible? Thinking of this, Michen doesn't want to be invisible at all. He can fly directly with his own dignity. In this way, he can save a lot of real Qi and spiritual power. It's also very troublesome to change things, so let him come!

For a long time, he ignored the existence of this wisp of spirit, and did everything according to his own ideas. The breeze in the forest is blowing slowly. It's very pleasant to walk in the sky at night. He can't help thinking about the stars and the moon hanging in the sky.

Just as he was immersed in his own mood, there was a figure passing over the surface of the moon in the sky. This figure, like Chang'e rushing to the moon, was climbing up slowly. Surrounded by several strands of clouds, the whole scene was beautiful, which pulled Mi Chen out of his mood.

His vision followed the flying figure and gradually disappeared into the starry night sky. The figure also slowly faded out of his vision and melted into the vast sky, giving people a feeling of flying away and dancing with it.

Michen doesn't know whether the moon he is seeing is the moon on the earth, and whether the scene he just saw is real! In the endless night sky, he suddenly felt a sense of desolation. He suddenly wanted to settle down, sit in Tianlong, lie on the hills, and enjoy the peace of life.

Flying in the air, Michen smelled a smell of blood in the breeze. He shook his head and tried to make himself more sober. He wanted to confirm whether the blood was true or false. However, the more sober he was, the more bloody he was. Michen frowned slightly, and people began to be alert.

In his mind, there is a deep wild village, where the blood comes from. With the blood, there are still fighting and screams. Michen looked far away, and a terrible picture appeared in his sight.

There are about 100 families in this mountain village, and the houses of the village are built around a Taoist center in the middle. At the moment, the Taoist center is full of villagers, about 600 or 700 people; In front of the kneeling villagers, there are more than ten corpses lying on the ground, and the blood has dyed the ground red.

Dozens of people in red surrounded the villagers in the middle. They stood in front of the villagers one by one with strong momentum and sharp blades. The tips of the knives of the people in red were still dripping with blood. With the dripping of the blood, the children in their parents' arms could not help crying. The adults on their knees could only hold them tightly and did not dare to appease them. They could only use the warmth of their arms to comfort the children.

Seeing this scene, Michen's anger burns in his heart. He speeds up his flight and sweeps toward the village.

At the moment, he completely forgot his own strength. He was not the actual situation on the lanluo star. He just wanted to save the villagers and children!

When he was still some distance away from the village, he saw a man in red holding the hair of a middle-aged village woman and pulling her out. The village woman was still holding a child in her arms. Although the village woman's eyes were very angry, she did not make a sound of begging for mercy.

As she was dragged to the side of more than ten corpses, the tender cry of the child in her arms filled the whole night in the mountains: "don't kill my mother! You bad guys, don't kill my mother! "