Immortal Stars

The mortal world is very large, the ocean is like a basin in the land, and the continent is endless.

The Ziluo Mountains are endless, the forests are dense, and there are beasts roaming in and out of the mountains and forests.

The grass rustled, and a simple figure was walking in the jungle with a bamboo basket on her back. From time to time, her white hands picked one or two exotic flowers and plants and put them in the bamboo basket behind her.

"Huorouhua has been collected, there are only three plants left of the moon sausage, and the root of sakura sand. As long as you gather enough of these strange medicines, you can make a blood pill, and your father's illness can be cured." This beautiful face Beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, she walked, her dark eyes patrolling around, and the crystal sweat on her forehead was about to drip without knowing it.

After walking in the dense forest for a while, except for the gentle wind moving slowly, the leaves and flowers making rustling noises, there was no noise around.

Suddenly, as if hearing a sound from a distance, Pu Yanzi raised his head and looked into the distance.

A puff of black smoke rose up and floated up into the sky, Pu Yaozi was stunned, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.

"This is the direction of the tribe!" Park **zi ran forward in panic. She tripped over a rough rock on the ground and almost fell down the mountain. She ignored the scars on her body and came to a place with a wide field of vision. look around.

"Father!" A shrill cry resounded in the jungle.

Just below this mountain peak, there is a small tribe occupying several kilometers, living a life of isolation from the world... However, at this moment, this small tribe of less than 5,000 people has ignited a fire, black and white. The smoke went straight, and everywhere were weak humans fleeing in panic.

But what made them even more desperate was that a ruthless wall of fire completely cut off the tribe. The flame burns everything that comes close to it, and all humans who cross the wall of fire are ignited, and they let out a sharp wailing in the burning. Painfully twisted into a mummified corpse.

The tribal people who saw this scene began to back away, not daring to take a step forward. Despair, fear, and fear can be seen on everyone's face. If there is purgatory in the world. They will be convinced, because at this moment they are in purgatory!

"Father! Patriarch! Big Brother He!" Pu Yanzi was heartbroken. The wall of fire is constantly shrinking, squeezing away towards the tribal people who gather together, houses, cattle and sheep. In an instant it turned to ashes. In a few moments, this wall of fire will directly annihilate all tribesmen and harvest their lives.

"Haha! Be fearful, be desperate, use your resentment, anger, grievance, and fear as food. Feed my flying sword!"

A thin man in a blue robe floated in the sky, his voice hoarse and crazy. There was a carefree killing intent in his eyes, and he held a blood-red long sword tightly in his hand.

The more frightened and desperate the people of the tribe below, the more heart-shattering the screams, the more heads on the blood-red long sword, and the gaunt laughter from the thin man. This ghost flying sword has absorbed nearly 100,000 People's resentment, as long as the people of the tribe below die, the resentful souls will become the best fodder, so that the power of Feijian will break through the shackles and reach a higher level!

The fire wall was getting closer and closer, and Park **zi ran down the mountain like crazy, crying bitterly.

The people of the tribe knelt on the ground and begged for mercy loudly at the blue figure in the sky.

"Immortal, don't kill us, we didn't do anything wrong, please forgive us!"

"Leave our tribe alone, benevolent immortal in the sky, I beg you!"

This is just a group of ordinary mortals. The figure standing on the sky makes them tremble. This is the fairy in the legend. Only the immortal can stand in the sky. punish us?

The thin man in blue robe didn't care about the human beings on the ground begging for mercy. Killing these mortals was like killing ants in his eyes.

"Huh? There's one more person?" The thin man in blue robe suddenly found Park ** who was rushing from the mountain in the distance. He showed a gloomy smile, waved his palm, and an invisible force lifted Park ** child up. , threw it directly into the wall of fire.

"He Na!"

"Daddy!"

The tribesmen in the wall of fire were reunited, but there was no joy in their eyes, only fear and despair.

Death is about to come.

suddenly--

A figure in black robe suddenly appeared, standing directly in front of the thin man in blue robe.

"Ah..." The thin man in blue robe was taken aback. The black robe figure made no sound and appeared without any warning, causing his figure to retreat again and again, "Who are you!"

The people from the tribe who had been begging the immortals to let them go, saw another immortal appear.

However, he saw a white picture scroll in the hand of the black robe figure shaking, glanced at the picture scroll, then glanced at the thin man in blue robe, and nodded.

"It's you, that's right."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure in black robe stretched out his big hand, and the thin blue robed man couldn't even react.

The flame ignited, burning the flesh and blood that was broken into scum into ashes, and a green sword emerged from the foot of the black-robed figure, which turned into a blue light and rushed out.

"Fire wall, the fire wall is gone!"

"It's the immortal who saved us!"

"Fairy! Fairy!"

As soon as the thin man in blue robe died, the wall of fire no longer had any energy to continue, and immediately disappeared. The people of the tribe who were resurrected from the dead cried with joy, knelt down in the direction where the figure in black robe left, and kept kowtowing.

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"This is the thirteenth, the next one is... the ghost-faced sword king, who killed 30,000 mortals, including six people with great merit, the grievances on their bodies have already triggered the karma lock, such people, after death, will directly Fall into the eighteenth hell."

Wang Xu was holding a picture scroll in his hand, with a masked head full of hostility on it, and next to it were various crimes committed by this person, which made Wang Xu frown.

The evil mission dispatched by the Tongtian Pavilion. The reward is the most generous, but only a few disciples are willing to take on the task of sin.

The evil mission deals with people and is the most dangerous. And who can commit heinous sins, which one has no strength?

This is a point, and the most critical is the problem of distance.

The mortal world is boundless and as big as the universe. Everything in the outside world cannot be revealed here, and the space battleship cannot be taken out. But just relying on its own speed, when can the task be completed?

Although there is a teleportation formation in the mortal world. However, when people find that a cosmic warrior who looks like a monster and a beast appears in the town, it may cause panic immediately, and even provoke the power of the mortal world to take action.

In the holy universe. All human.

According to Senior Brother Lu Shen, the Holy Venerable Tongtian came from the human race, and the creatures born in the holy universe were created by him, and naturally they were more inclined to human beings.

therefore. Guilty missions are thankless. As we all know, very few people are willing to take it.

But Wang Xu is different. He is a human race, with a speed of 160,000 miles in one step, which is comparable to a person in the half-god mixed universe, and there is no problem in rushing.

As for the most wicked person who was killed, just take the thin man in blue robe who was easily pinched to death by Wang Xu, he was only an initial white hole level. But in this small country of Zheng, he was a big man in the "early stage of Yuan Ying", and no one could subdue him at all. That's why he unscrupulously killed mortals and forged his own flying sword.

It couldn't be easier to deal with people of this strength. Wang Xu had already dealt with thirteen of them along the way.

"Next, the ghost-faced knife king." Wang Xu's figure was 160,000 miles away, so fast that he could not see clearly with the naked eye, and walked towards Zhiguo, where the ghost-faced knife king was located.

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"Pfft!" A head flew up, and a column of blood spurted.

"Next!"

A man in ragged clothes was pushed up, his neck resting on Xingtai where blood was flowing, Sen Han's knife flashed by, and another head rolled down.

Holding a big sword is a burly man with fluffy beard and hair. The blue veins on his muscles are like a horned dragon, and his voice is like thunder.

But on his face, he wore a ghost mask of King Yama.

Ghostface Swordsman.

This is a name that everyone hears and changes color in Zhiguo.

His methods are sky-high, his strength can overturn rivers and seas, and he can easily destroy a town. The palace of Zhiguo was broken by him alone and completely occupied.

The Ghost Face Swordsman has a well-known hobby: killing people.

Killing seems to be his hobby. He has to slaughter hundreds of people every day, and kill people in various ways. When he saw the blood splashing, the Ghost Face Swordsman had a twisted pleasure.

But today, the Ghost-faced Knife King holds a big sword, and the method of killing has changed from the previous torture to a neat one. According to his words, he is in a good mood today, and he wants to kill happily.

As a result, the despairing human beings were pushed to the guillotine and became the souls of his sword.

These human beings wear graceful robes, and the golden and noble carvings show their teeth and claws on their clothes, but no matter how gorgeous their clothes are, it is still difficult to hide the fear in their hearts.

What the Ghost Face Swordsman killed today was a member of the royal family of Zhiguo!

"Father! No! You murderous devils, let go of my father... woohoo!" A ten-year-old boy struggled desperately, tears flashing in his eyes, looking at the ghost-faced sword king's eyes When he was about to burst into flames, just halfway through his words, a plain hand covered his mouth, desperately covering his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

Beside him, a woman with strong eyes and a beautiful face held the little boy's body tightly, tears flashing in her eyes.

She knew that today was the end of the Zhiguo Palace. When the Ghost-faced Swordsman supported their Zhao family on the throne and became his puppet, she had expected that the Ghost-faced Swordsman would attack them sooner or later.

"Humph! Let you send me 1,000 people a day. How dare you arrest some disabled beggars to make up for it. I don't dare to kill you if you think it's the royal family? Let me die!" Under the mask of Hades, a cold snort It was reported that despair permeated all the royal family below.

On the contrary, the emperor with his neck resting on the execution platform had a look of relief in his eyes. Every day, a thousand people watched those living human beings die in various ways. There seemed to be a huge boulder in his heart, suffocating him, although it was expensive. As an emperor, he doesn't have the slightest freedom. All orders must be obeyed by the Ghost-faced Swordsman... Such an emperor would be better off.

The only ones who grieved him were the royals who helped him to the throne. I thought they could share glory and wealth, but I didn't expect to drag them into the abyss of purgatory together... and the eldest daughter and the youngest son. They will all be buried with him.

"Die!" The blood-stained sword was raised, reflecting the cold light in the sun, filled with sadness, the royal family closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see the old emperor die tragically in front of them, only the eldest princess watched with painful eyes With the father, always steadfast. She will use her eyes to see the father and the king finish the last journey...

"sulfuric acid!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rippling out, not the sound of meat in people's minds. More like the sound of metal knocking and hitting.

Everyone opened their eyes, their faces showed horror, and they saw a thick palm under the big knife. He firmly grasped the sword in his hand.

The owner of the palm. A man in a black robe.

One hand grabbed the big knife, and the other hand of the man in black robe ignited flames, burning the scroll to ashes.

"Looking at the blood on your back, I can kill you without confirming the portrait."

"Who are you!"

The ghost-faced sword king was startled by the sudden black-robed figure in front of him, and he pulled the big sword in his hand, but directly tore the big sword from it.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Wang Xu: "A cultivator...it's just that Nascent Soul has been perfected, and he hasn't reached the level of divine transformation yet. Dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

The thick momentum spread out, and the bodies of the mortals below trembled. There is an urge to worship.

Wang Xu felt this weak and powerless breath, and laughed dumbly.

Although the ghost-faced knife king in front of him is a person in the chaos realm, he is different from the chaos in the outside world. There is no chaos in the body, and only the power of the law circulates. Strictly speaking, the ghost-faced sword king is not even in the chaos realm. , it can only be regarded as surpassing the invincible white hole level.

"I'm still on my way, so I won't talk nonsense with you."

Wang Xu stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards the Ghost Face Swordsman.

The ghost-faced knife king was startled. The black-robed figure's blow seemed normal, but it was a great threat to him. Immediately, he didn't dare to hold it up any longer. With a flick of his sleeve, a bronze mirror flew out and hung on top of his head, reflecting the mirror. Out of a misty hood, the ghost-faced knife king was shrouded in it.

This is the proud magic weapon of the Ghost-faced Swordsman. Relying on this bronze mirror, the fight among the same rank has never been defeated.

"Oh? Immortal Spirit Soldier?" The corner of Wang Xu's mouth twitched, his big hand castrated, and his five fingers that swelled and became bigger grabbed the Ghost Face Sword King, like an egg in his hand.

Use a big hand.

Bang!

As if the crisp sound of glass shattering came out, the hood collapsed directly, and Wang Xu's big hand pinched the Ghost Face Sword King tightly in his hand.

"Who are you!" The ghost-faced knife king was pinched by Wang Xu, unable to control his life and death, but his face was not flustered, and his eyes were cold.

"You don't need to know." Wang Xu was reluctant to say more. He was from the outside world, and the universal laws of the mortal world were watching him all the time. Once any information about the outside world was revealed, he would be wiped out.

Immediately with a big hand, the blood was squeezed out of the ghost-faced knife king's body, and the ghost-faced knife king's muscles and bones were broken.

"Haha...you dare to kill me, just wait, you will die miserably, miserably!" The Ghost-faced Swordsman laughed, as if he didn't care about life and death, causing Wang Xu to frown.

Is he frightening me, or is he really holding back?

Wang Xu thought for a moment, and the strength in his hand became weaker, but at the same time a spiritual consciousness pierced into the ghost-faced sword king's mind.

"There is no ball of spiritual consciousness?" Wang Xu was surprised, but he was relieved when he thought that the mortal world was different from the outside world.

The spiritual consciousness continued to deepen, and finally a subtle figure was captured in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness of the Ghost-faced Swordsman.

"So it is!" Wang Xu smiled, "It turns out that there is a spiritual avatar elsewhere, no wonder it is so arrogant."

Wang Xu's mind moved ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Spiritual consciousness turned into a sword and spear, and he rushed towards the figure, and a mournful wailing emanated from the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

"What?!" The face of the Ghost-faced Knife King, who noticed this, changed greatly, and he didn't have the dashing and calmness he had before.

"Okay, let's die." Wang Xu smiled lightly, the force in his hand suddenly squeezed away, and the Ghost-faced Knife King let out a desperate "No--", then his body collapsed, and the breath of life was completely wiped out.

The flame ignited, burning the residue in his hand to ashes, Wang Xu clapped his hands, took one step, and suddenly disappeared in front of the stunned royal family below.

"It's a god!"

"The real god!"

"God heard our prayers and sent the gods down to earth to save us!"

The members of the royal family of Zhiguo were grateful, and kept kowtowing on the ground. They were as strong as a princess and full of tears, and knelt down in the direction where Wang Xu left. (To be continued...)()