Chapter 62

Although the children of the cold family don't know what the master said about the immortal, the master has fled, and the mysterious figures in the sky are so terrible that everyone doesn't want to die. Naturally, they flee to all directions like birds.

"Escape?"

Ye Xuan sat in the void, overlooking the Leng Jiawu who fled in all directions. A cruel smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Did you escape?" Ye Xuan whispered.

"Ten sides swallow the sky array!"

Like nine days of thunder blowing, like the big star in the sky breaking, when ye Xuan's voice sounded, an extremely terrible thing happened.

Boom!

The blood light was shining across the sky, and the runes filled the air. When ye Xuan took pictures, the heaven and earth was immediately trapped. A thousand feet blood cloud was formed in the high sky. There were countless blood thunder lights crisscross in the blood cloud.

"Kill!"

Click!

Endless blood color and terrible thunder fell down at this moment, the mountains were exploding, the mountains were shaking, the cold martial artists who fled were broken by blood color thunder, a large amount of blood fog was scattered in the mountains, and there was an extremely fierce cry.

"No... I don't want to die!"

"This... What is this?"

"He... He's not human..."

Boom!

The thunder was shining, the blood was cold, the killing continued, the creatures were wailing, and the blood was hazy all over Ye Xuan. He sat on the high sky and looked down at everything in front of him.

"Swallow the heaven Dharma!"

Like a giant whale drinking water, it seems that the river flows back. When ye Xuan's eyes open and close, it seems that there are two big blood stars rumbling and rotating in his eyes. He sees the rolling blood surging towards Ye Xuan until he drowns his body, and the world calms down.

Swallowing blood and gas, consolidating himself and constantly improving cultivation are what ye Xuan is doing now.

Half a day passed.

The blood light around Ye Xuan dissipated slowly, and a mouthful of turbid Qi was vomited out of his mouth, which also made a loud explosion in the void. Until he opened his eyes, a sharp blood light burst out, giving people a feeling of not looking directly.

"The blood and Qi of hundreds of ancient warriors have directly made up for my deficit these days. There has been a slight increase in my cultivation. It seems that it is not impossible to become an immortal on earth." Ye Xuan whispered to himself, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Now!

The whole Fengming mountain was dead, and the huge cold house was burned. Ye Xuan walked in the void until he fell on the hillside. He looked at the broken limbs and arms all over the ground, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

"Haven't you come out yet?"

Suddenly, ye Xuan whispered and looked directly at a cave.

Unfortunately, as ye Xuan's voice fell, there was no abnormal noise around, which also made Ye Xuan slowly shake his head and say, "or let me find you?"

"No... don't kill me!"

Suddenly!

A trembling voice came from the cave. A young man in cold clothes climbed out of the cave and looked at Ye Xuan with an extremely frightened look.

"Still a child!"

Looking at each other's young face, ye Xuan's eyes were in a trance, as if he thought of himself four years ago. He was as helpless as him. If yuan Ling hadn't shaped him, he wouldn't be today.

"Don't... don't kill me... I'm not from the cold family." The boy's face was pale, and his immature face was full of fear.

"What's your name?" Ye Xuan whispered.

"Big... Sir, my name is Leng Wuge. I'm just a servant of the Leng family." The young man trembled slightly.

"Yes."

Ye Xuan nodded and strolled to the young man. His crystal like palm kept caressing the young man's bun. His voice was as gentle as jade. "Go at ease, I'll leave you a whole body."

Bang!

He killed everything and never left his hand. Under the strength of Ye Xuan's palm, the boy's pupils were lax and stared at Ye Xuan in front of him. He never thought that ye Xuan would really kill him.

"For... Why?" When the young man died, he was unwilling to speak out.

"Although you cover up well, I can see something in your eyes, and such a thing is called... Hate!" Ye Xuan spoke quietly, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"There are only two kinds of people in the world."

"One is a person of great love, who sets his heart for heaven and earth, sets his life for the people, inherits his unique knowledge for the saints, and opens peace for all ages. This kind of people's heart cherishes the world and blesses the common people, which is also the flow of saints."

"The second kind of people are people who hate injustice. They hate the earth unintentionally. If they hate, they can turn the world upside down, and this kind of people are more terrible than the first kind of people." Ye Xuan didn't know whether he was talking to the youth or to himself. At the moment, his breath was a little lonely and bleak.

"Although you are not the second kind of person, how can I keep you with a hatred?" Ye Xuan whispered, and the young pupils were already lax, turning into a cold body soft to the ground.

The wind is light, the clouds are light, and there is no smoke. A breeze blows, which also makes Ye Xuan's hair float with the wind. He looks at the vast mountains in the distance and has endless loneliness and vicissitudes in his eyes.

Ye Xuan asked himself, what kind of person is he?

He was in a trance and asked himself, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Ye Xuan thought he was a loveless man. Even if he was a weak teenager, he didn't leave his hand and directly killed him on the spot.

The once humble pity has made him abandon, and this is not the result he wants. It's just that ye Xuan understands a truth after four years of deforestation.

The strong are as heavy as mountains, and the weak crawl like ants!

This is a world where the strong are always strong. Only when he loses his pity and pushes it all the way can he really enjoy himself between heaven and earth.

The death of the young man didn't make ye Xuan's mind fluctuate at all, but it made him feel some emotion. If he left the young man alive today, would he seek revenge from him in the future?

Slaughtering families and killing them all, ye Xuan is not afraid of the young man to avenge him, but the young man has to live in hatred all his life, and this suffering will make a person crazy.

Big people are not terrible. What is really terrible is that these crazy little people may give you a real fatal blow at an appropriate time.

Whether it's for trouble or to prevent teenagers from suffering in hatred, killing them is the best solution.

Although Ye Xuan's theory is extreme, this is also his way of dealing with the world, which is the reason why he can live to the present.

When his thoughts turned, ye Xuan smiled. What's the matter with him? He seemed to turn into an old man. He still has a long way to go in the future. His life has just begun.

Cloud mountain fog shadow, sheep's intestines path, ye Xuan's state of mind seemed to sublimate at the moment. He didn't leave in the sky, but walked down the mountain path and down the Fengming mountain.

However, behind Ye Xuan, the mountain was soaked with blood and water, and the cold family manor turned into debris. I don't know how many cold family martial artists' bodies were lying on the ground, and the scene was extremely terrible.