Heroic Death System - Chapter 226

[I would like to make a life and death contract with you, even if I am reincarnation, I can meet again. So hey, for me, stick to the right path. One day, I will stand upright with you in the sun and accept the admiration of the world…]

The remaining sound is in the ear, and his beloved little mushroom disappears.

What is the significance of being respected by thousands of people and leaving him alone? In addition to the magic guardian, stick to justice, and finally what is the end?

When the robbers come, the gods are born, bathing in the golden light, the eyes are surging with the enchanting spirit.

Looking down at the group of people who looked up at him on the ground, they were all in the gods, and their hearts were in the magic caves, and the blood of the thief who was killing the thief was boiling. The golden light shrouded the sky, the mighty power flooded the earth, and the fierce killing swept the four sides, mourning the sound of sorrow and sorrow, and the blood was like a fireworks.

The little mushroom tried hard to get on the right path and robbed it into a god, but I don’t know. As long as there is a devil, the world is hell.

The **** light in the eyes of the eyes, the original realm of the gods that had just been promoted, fell into the dust in the crazy killing.

The comprehensions were slaughtered, and a large number of masters were successively degraded. The comprehension of the real world was greatly hurt by this battle. I am afraid that it will not be restored within a hundred years. However, this is just the beginning of a nightmare. Although the realm of jealousy is greatly damaged, the strength is still the same, even stronger than before. He was killed in the realm of comprehension. The first thing to do was the self-cultivation martial art that directly caused the death of small mushrooms. The hundreds of other large and small cultivating martial art schools were also destroyed.

The whole field of comprehension is completely plunged into the **** period of self-imposed danger. The strength of the joint masters can not compete with the shackles of the strength of the gods. Just as everyone was desperate, the nicknamed “killing God” suddenly disappeared…

Unconsciously, the silent 50 years passed by.

In a small town covered by snow, a person lay motionless on the side of the road, his body was almost buried in snow, only a few sloppy and dirty arms.

The door of a shop next to it was opened, and the store came out from the inside. He glanced at the figure on the ground and couldn’t help but cursed: “Hey.”

He walked over and kicked a few feet and wanted to see if he died. As a result, he saw his body shrink and then did not move.

“If you don’t die, you can get out of the way, don’t let me do business!” The store’s feet forced hard and rudely kicked him off the steps.

The man moved a few times on the ground, then stood up slowly, a large piece of snow spilled from him, a messy hair covering half of his face, a ragged clothes draped freely, revealing a strong muscle . A pair of bare feet stepped on the snow, leaving a deep footprint.

The store did not expect this “乞丐” figure to be so burly, standing up is a head higher than him, making people feel a little worried. However, he did not have trouble finding a store, but just walked away silently.

When the store waited for him to go far, he snorted.

A group of children ran across the road, holding snowballs to fight each other. When passing the “乞丐”, they grabbed the snow group and smashed it on him. Several children even threw stones at no hesitation.

The stone hit the “乞丐” and made a squeaking noise. He felt like he couldn’t feel the pain. He let the child chase and insult until he walked out of the city and stayed away from the hustle and bustle.

He walked aimlessly in the snow, like a wandering soul, feeling tired, feeling hungry, and feeling the passage of time.

No one would have thought that he was the **** and devastating killing **** of the year. Fifty years ago, because of excessive killing, the devil was deep in the middle, leading to power rebellion, becoming paralyzed, occasionally awake, and occasionally confused, loneliness wandering around the world, walking through thousands of miles, being ridiculed and insulted.

“Bastard, Lu Qin counts something! With a master supporting the waist, we are arrogant, really think that we are very amazing?” Three men in Tsing Yi came from the mountain, one of them carrying a long sword roared.

“The master is eccentric, on talent, which one of us is worse than him?” Another short man was attached.

The last man with two beards sneered: “What are we complaining about here? It is the right way to find ways to improve your strength.”

At this moment, the short man suddenly stopped and his eyes fell in the woods next to him, where a ragged man was sitting.

“What is a good look?” asked the man with a long sword strangely.

The short man gestured: “Isn’t the storage ring on his finger?”

The other two turned their heads and saw that the scorpion was wearing a delicate storage ring.

“Hah, when is the storage ring cheap to the shackles?” The long-sword man stepped toward the man and grabbed his wrist and prepared to take the storage ring.

He woke up and clenched his fists, desperately preventing him from taking his ring.

“If you know each other, just call out the ring!” The back-sworded man stepped on his chest and tried to remove the ring with brute force. For some inferior comprehensions, ordinary mortals are like ants in their eyes, let alone this person is still a humble shackle.

“Haha, can’t you do it?” The short man on the side sneered.

“Would you like to help?” The other bearded man looked at him with a sly look.

The man with the back sword was suffocating, and when he saw this name, he did not know how to lift it up. He felt awkward in his heart and suddenly sacrificed the long sword on his back. The silver light flashed and he straightened his arm.

Hey! The sharp long sword was actually bounced off, and there was not even a trace of scar on his arm.

This scene saw three people stunned, his face with a look of uncertainty.

“What is going on here?” The short man couldn’t help but step back and watched the cockroaches on the ground with vigilance.

The bearded man thought for a moment and guessed: “I estimate that this person has either taken any panacea, or that he has been refining into a furnace. In either case, seeing his present appearance is no different from the waste.”

The backsword man listened and sneered: “If that’s the case, let us send him a ride, lest he continue to stay in the world and suffer.”

Said, he once again sacrificed the flying sword, using spiritual power, stabbed into his heart. At that time, the blood splattered and fell to the ground.

The backsword man grabbed his wrist and tried to take the ring down. He found that his fist was still tight and did not loosen.

“Scratch, it’s quite hard.” The back-sworded man slashed his sword for the third time and cut his arm without mercy. It took a while to take the ring off.

Cursed in a pool of blood, grabbed the man’s trousers with another good arm, tried to grab the ring back, and made a hoarse voice in his mouth: “I…the…and…to… …I……”

“Get out of the way!” The back-sword man kicked him away and took a sigh of disgust.

“Look at any treasures in this ring.” The short man urged, “Say it, see you.”

“Yes.” The back-sword man broke the ring’s ban, and glanced inside with a glimpse of the inside, and his face immediately showed the expression of “day dog.”

“What’s wrong?” The other two quickly came over.

“Let’s see for yourself!” The back-sword man threw the ring to them.

The two used the spiritual knowledge to explore, and then at the same time stunned, in the vast storage space, the storage is not the heavenly treasure, the fairy grass, but the inexhaustible … mushroom.

Just as the three were asleep, there was a strong murderousness behind him, followed by a cold neck, three heads flying high, and only three headless bodies left in the blink of an eye.

The **** cockroaches slowly walked over to them and took their rings back without expression. The scarlet blood is constantly flowing out of the chest and broken arm. He is trying to treat it. The short-lived mind is once again confused at this time.

He looked at his wound, looked at the ring on his hand, and walked steadily toward the depths of the jungle, leaving blood stains all the way.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, an hour, two hours… After a day and night, the blood also flowed for a day and night, and finally finally exhausted and fell to the ground.

Consciousness, as if to see a white shadow, he trembled and reached out, trying to touch it, but his arm fell weakly.

In front of his fingers, stood a small white mushroom.

He killed all the people in the world, full of blood, and finally found out that he just wanted to have a small mushroom…