C196 divine bow Prestige (I)

The golden bow in Tang Ao's hands was the Shooting Sun God Bow that Tang Ao and the Bai Family's Master Refiner had forged together. At that moment, Tang Ao's entire body's spirit energy was gathering towards the longbow, and the 12 Layered Heavens Sun-Shooting Arrow Souls was also merging with the Shooting Sun Bow.

At this moment, the ice-cold Shooting Sun God Bow seemed to have suddenly gained a life of its own, an incomparably hot life. who was locked on by the divine bow felt an aura of death. He wanted to dodge, but the divine bow had already completely locked onto his Qi. No matter where he fled to, he had no doubt that the profound arrows of the divine bow would completely pierce through him in the next instant.

"Tang Ao, let me go! I promise I will never be your enemy again. " Murong Hua was terrified. Ever since he started cultivating, he had experienced countless life and death trials, but he had never been so terrified before. She had never been so close to death either. His martial talent was not weak, and she was even more expensive as the second young master of the Murong Family in the Ancient Desolation.

He was already used to all sorts of things. When he was born, he had many people struggling for wealth and status that they would never be able to get. However, he was not satisfied with this. Man's desires were like rolling snow, endless and unending, becoming more and more intense as time went on. Therefore, he continued to cultivate and grow stronger. He continued to do as he pleased. He had cultivated to this day, and his hands had been stained with the blood of countless people.

What he should kill, what he should not kill, he will kill as well. Wealth, status, fame, women, all these were things that he now possessed. In this life of drunkenness and dreams, after gaining great power, killing would often bring him true feelings. At one point, he even thought that only constant killing could prove his existence.

Perhaps living under the shadow of his elder brother had caused him to have such a personality, or perhaps this was the nature of humans. At this moment, countless images appeared in Murong Hua's eyes. The images depicted the people that had tragically died at his hands, their final struggles.

As the seven streaks of light from the Seven Killing Massacre Spell continuously converged into an arrow on the divine bow, Tang Ao gradually saw these fragments of's memories in his mind. At this time, Tang Ao had a clearer understanding of the Seven Killing Massacre Spell. The purpose of the creation of the Seven Killing Massacre Spell was not to kill, but to clear away the sins left behind by the massacre.

"Tang Ao, you can't kill me. I am the second young master of the Murong Family from the Ancient Desolation. At the last moment of his life, Murong Hua finally realized how strong his will to live was. In the past, when Murong Hua saw the expressions of those people who were about to die in his hands, he was still disdainful. It was only now that he experienced this indescribable feeling.

The divine bow in Tang Ao's hands opened up wider and wider, and the seven-colored arrows condensed from the Seven Killing Massacre Spell were also becoming more and more powerful. However, Murong Hua still did not have the thought of giving up. Tang Ao, let me go, I can give you anything you want. There is nothing that I, the Murong Family of Ancient Desolation cannot give you. "

"Murong Hua, your cultivation is only at Peak of the 9th level of the Origin realm, but your hands are covered with blood debts. Since you dare to recklessly kill people, you should be prepared to repay the debt of blood sooner or later. " Hearing Murong Hua's words, Tang Ao did not budge. Not only him who had once died an innocent death at Murong Hua's hands.

If Tang Ao had come half a step later today, Luo Caiyi's fate would also be extremely miserable. From the scenes Tang Ao saw from the memory fragments when he was channeling the Seven Killing Massacre Spell, it seemed that none of the young girls who had been defiled by Murong Hua in the past were still alive.

"Murong Hua, do you have any other last words?" Tang Ao said indifferently.