Killing God

Chapter One Hundred and Six

A **** hand suddenly appeared from the corpse of the dead Iron Wolf King Spider. This scene was too horrifying and weird. Ordinary people would probably faint directly when they saw this scene. However, Shen Shi had returned from the endless fighting in the demon world, and not long ago, he has walked under the Zhenhunyuan where thousands of undead ghosts gather. No matter how terrible and fierce and terrifying things are, he can be regarded as knowledge. After that, although he was surprised after seeing the **** hand, Shen Shi did not show any panic, but frowned and took two steps back, concentrating on guard.

This **** hand twisted, and it seemed to be tearing the flesh of the iron wolf king spider's abdomen forcefully, trying his best to make the wound bigger. After a while, as the flesh and blood was torn apart, the iron wolf king In the spider's abdominal cavity, another **** hand was stretched out, and then his hands were placed on both sides of the wound, and the sound was like a cracking silk, and a large opening suddenly opened, which was barely enough for an ordinary person to pass through.

Blood spurted out, wrapped in a **** figure, twisting the body that was completely hazy with blood, got out of the wound desperately, and then slammed, as if exhausting the last trace of energy, directly heavy The ground fell to the ground and didn't stand up for a while.

Shen Shi stared at the blood man, his face became more solemn, and he even took a step back. At the same time, there was an extra talisman in the palm of his hand silently, sandwiched between his fingers.

After a while, the strange blood man on the ground seemed to gasp for a while, and slowly raised his head. The blood slowly flowed down from his head. It looked very thick and he didn't know whether it was his own blood or the iron wolf. Wang Spider's blood, and while his eyelids were rolling, there were two more spaces on the originally sticky face, which were opened eyes.

Shen Shi's body shook suddenly, because he saw the ghost fire igniting faintly in these eyes, which was exactly the same as he had seen from countless ghosts under Zhenhunyuan in the past.

He raised his hand almost instinctively, and the sky lightning strike talisman in his hand was about to be activated. However, at this moment, he suddenly found that the ghost fire in his eyes looked very weak, as if all his strength had been lost. , The feeling of running out of oil and going out soon.

Sky Lightning Strike is a second-order spell. Of course, Sky Lightning Strike Talisman is also a valuable second-order Talisman. Throwing one out at random is almost equivalent to throwing out a lot of spirit crystals. Therefore, Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, but he resisted the shot, still clamped the Fulu between his fingers, and coldly looked at the ghost drowning in blood.

Able to be swallowed by the Iron Wolf King Spider and still remain immortal, and there is still enough energy to resist and toss this Tier 4 monster to the point of half-dead. This ghost looks quite powerful, but at this moment the ghost fire shakes from those eyes Judging from the desperate situation, this ghost also seemed powerless to return to heaven.

It’s just that when the eyes that shone with the faint ghost fire light looked at Shen Shi through the blood on his head and face, he suddenly felt a sense of coldness on his body, although the ghost fire was weak. , But there is a sense of indifference, as if this ghost is looking down at an ant.

There was another impulse in Shen Shi's heart, and he almost couldn't help knocking out the Heavenly Thunder Strike Talisman again, but fortunately, after this indifferent and weird glance, the ghost fire in those eyes was finally completely extinguished.

The eyes in the pool of blood slowly closed, and the blood man fell to the ground, and then looked motionless.

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Thousands of miles away, in Floating Cloud City.

Under the Nantian Gate outside Nanbaofang, it is still as lively as usual, countless casual repairs come and go in this wide open space, or set up stalls, or Taobao, those on the ground are countless true and false good and bad. Lingcai, I don't know how many monks have dreams.

Some want to get rich overnight, and some want to get rich in one step.

Ambition, sex, greed, thirst, lies and hypocrisy, ups and downs in the crowd here, staged scenes in the world.

Lao Hou is one of them.

He is not young anymore, and he has been making money at Nantianmen for many years. Relying on the word Hou in his surname and his blood relationship with Hou's family, his life is generally peaceful, although He has not lived the rich and luxurious life he has always longed for, but he has not experienced any sinister storms.

When he was young, he also had dreams and ambitions. He also imagined that he would advance bravely and diligently after cultivating the Taoism. From then on, he has won both fame and fortune, and even more beautiful people. The real person, the head teacher of the Zhengming Sect, nodded and bowed his head and smiled when he saw him.

Such a dream is so innocent and so beautiful, but unrealistic, so it quickly turned into illusion and vanity before reality.

His talent is not good enough that he can't even break through the Qi Refining Realm, let alone other things, and as a remote subordinate of the Hou family, it is impossible to get any support, so Lao Hou soon felt it. The severe pressure of life, and then this heavy pressure held him down for a lifetime.

In order to make a living, he had to go to Nantianmen to set up vendors to sell spiritual materials. It seems to be okay, but in fact, the income is meager. The legendary gold owner who is stupid to buy inferior goods at high prices has always I haven't met, but occasionally I'm unlucky enough to encounter some sly and cunning people, such as a certain teenager who looked honest and actually had a bad stomach, and always had money.

Life is so hard...

Fortunately, after half a lifetime of hard work and half a lifetime of depression, he finally had a hope. He had a son who looked very good and amazing.

The son’s mother died early. He took pains to raise him, and his son hardly disappointed him. He grew up smoothly all the way and entered the High Heaven Sect, and then broke through the Qi Refining Realm five years later. Yuan, became a direct disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. By this time, even the people of the Hou Jiabenzong who were very indifferent to him in the past, but were cold-eyed, were polite to him in private.

Lao Hou was very, very pleased, very, very happy, so after half a lifetime of suffering, he never resented God or any gods, Buddhas or immortals anymore. He began to feel that fate, such a vain thing, must be fair. , His son is so good, why is he not satisfied?

He loves his son very much. He thinks that his son is the most talented and promising young man in the world. Although he only murmurs these words secretly in front of his son, he often laughs and tells him nonsense, but The old man is still happy, so he laughs a lot, so he is in a good mood even when setting up a stall.

He couldn’t bear to use every spiritual crystal he earned here. Anyway, he had no future for a long time. He really wished that all the spiritual crystals would be given to his son on Jinhong Mountain. Although the son was very filial, he often let him Don't work so hard, but Lao Hou still feels that he is really content to do so.

However, in the past few days, Lao Hou’s good mood has been a little uncomfortable. In addition to going back every month as usual to see that his son is overdue, it also seems that something went wrong at the Hou’s in the city.

Houjia Benzong didn’t have a particularly close relationship with him. Even if his son heard that he had been very close to the Houjia Dao, from the eyes of the Houjia family, he was actually just an attendant, although he could no longer be the same as before. The eyes are higher than the top, but it is impossible to meet with a smile. Therefore, Lao Hou had never been very clear about the affairs of the Hou's mansion. He only knew that one day, many aristocratic families in Floating Cloud City suddenly commotion, and then swarmed to the Hou's house.

The cruelty of the world was once again clearly placed in front of people, and the Houjia collapsed in an instant. The remnants of the elites who had scattered their talents and lost all were unable to prevent this partitioning feast, and it was the Houjia who led the way. The closest relatives, the Sun clan, the head of the family in Floating Cloud City.

The Sun family unceremoniously took half of all of the Hou family's basic business. The Xu family, who has huge potential in Floating Cloud City or in the Lingxiao Sect, won 30%, and the rest was heard by others. The family from the wind divides. In addition, in this cold and cruel partition, there is another surprising but not unexpected thing, that is, the original four great families, when the family is defeated, and the Sun family and the Xu family reap their profits. The remaining Zhong family also took advantage of the situation and tried to divide it up. However, the reality gave them a blow. The Zhong family was blocked by the Sun family and the Xu family. In the end, they returned empty-handed, even some small families. Not as good.

Although the Zhong family was angry and embarrassed about this, in the end they had nothing to do and had to withstand the humiliation and retreat. As a result, the weakness of this veteran family who had been working in foreign powers for many years was immediately placed in front of everyone. In the eyes of many aristocratic families in Yuncheng, the Zhong family is already listed as the waiting family, and sooner or later it will be divided by destruction.

Of course, Lao Hou doesn’t know much about these intriguing high-level situations, but after all, there is a word of Hou, and I knew some people in the past, so I still inquired about some of them. All of them were killed, which led to the instantaneous defeat of the prosperous family.

Lao Hou didn't have any deep feelings for the Hou Jiabenzong. Although he regretted that he might not have the backing of a fox or a fake tiger, he didn't have any sadness. But soon he became worried, because he heard a piece of news, a bad news that for him was nothing different from the collapse of the sky: It is said that when everyone in the family was killed, his son Hou Sheng seemed to be the same. In the waiting team.

Recalling that there has been no news from Hou Sheng these days, Lao Hou just felt that the sky was about to fall. From the day he got the news, he never went to Nantianmen to set up a stall. Instead, he squatted outside the home of the house all day long, hoping to get some news about his son from the people who came and went there.

But no one paid any attention to him. Hou's family was already defeated. He was just a sideline of the Hou's family and his Taoism was so low that he was almost the same as a mortal. Who would care? Even this mansion is now under the name of the Sun family. In the end, Lao Hou was even driven out of the street and kicked directly onto the street. At the same time, he warned him not to come in front of the door again in the future. Otherwise, the next time he would break his legs and throw it out of Floating Cloud City to feed the wild dogs.

That day, Lao Hou vomited blood on the street and was driven out like a dog, and the pedestrians on the street came and went, no one would look at him, and no one would care about his despair.

God, or the justice of all gods, buddhas and celestial spirits, has never been seen at this moment, leaving him with only a broken and old body.

Laohou was crying and crying in the corner of the street, for himself and for his son whose life or death was unknown.

Later, a woman passed by by chance. For some reason, she seemed to move a bit of compassion by accident, but she didn't do much, she just lost a handkerchief in front of him.

Laohou saw that there seemed to be a spiritual crystal under the handkerchief, but he who was greedy for money and fate did not seem to have any **** to pick it up, and the look was very beautiful, with a strangely charming face, and his eyes were soft as if The dripping woman also sighed slightly, then got up and left.

She walked to the corner of the street and looked at the mansion from a distance. There was a strange look in her eyes. Once upon a time, the secret hidden in her heart was to enter the mansion through a man and live the beautiful life in the legend. . But now she is still standing here, and the mansion is nothing but a human being.

She gave a bit of mockery and shook her head slightly.

She is Ling Chunni.

She is in this huge city, but she is also an ant-like little person who is almost the same as Laohou.

Lao Hou's dream looked broken, and she seemed to have hope for the future.

Her appearance became more beautiful, and her figure became more irritating, as if every inch of skin was exuding amazing seductive power, and when Shen Shi saw her, she went deeper, even if she stood there without a word. Many of the passing cultivators turned their heads to her in surprise.

So she quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

There are so many people in this city, maybe everyone is as small as an ant, but who can really grasp his own destiny?