Chapter 1060 Handing the Butcher Knife

"Om~~~~~"

Just when Zhu Minglang was in trouble, a sword inscription flashed across.

When it flies, it is like a gust of cold wind, and its figure cannot be seen.

And when it stood still in front of Zhu Minglang, it easily merged into the darkness, and only its jet-black silhouette could be seen, and the brilliance of the stars and the moon was also absorbed by its sword body.

Night dyed sword!

How did Zhu Minglang forget that he still has this powerful sword inscription!

Yeranjian is no longer the ancient magic weapon of Xuange God Capital. After being tempered by Jianxielong, Yeranjian is actually the main body of Jianxielong. Among the dyed sword and sword evil dragon, the three strongest dark attribute sword inscriptions have been combined into the current Yeran Sword!

The current Yeran Sword can be called the Yeran Evil Immortal Sword. It is the most powerful sword inscription. Many times, the domineering aura it exudes from it makes Zhu Minglang feel that it is like an independent stegosaurus , can stand up to the sword spirit dragon itself!

The Yeranxie Immortal Sword hung in front of Zhu Minglang, as if it had its own spiritual consciousness, it solemnly applied for the battle.

Zhu Minglang glanced at Sword Spirit Dragon.

Jian Linglong expressed his helplessness, he couldn't control this guy, even though he didn't have a body, it was just a sublimated sword soul, but this sword soul seemed to have its own ideas.

"Lianhua Wanjian Wheel!"

Zhu Minglang didn't hesitate any more, he connected with Jian Linglong with his heart, and then passed the sword technique to Ye Ranxie Xianjian through Jian Linglong!

The Yeranxie Immortal Sword was danced. This sword technique was exactly the result of Zhu Minglang's hard work in the Yuheng Star Palace to supervise the sword spirit dragon to practice these days.

Ten thousand swords are sacrificed, like a lotus of a mountain god. The lotus petals are composed of thousands of sharp blades, just like a roulette with a blood blade. The lotus petal roulette is like a sharp and terrifying sword mountain castle, stirring in a shocking rotation, enough to kill everything! !

The nest full of pythons of Yinhuo seems to have been thrown into a giant strangling machine. The sword shadows and sword energy transformed by the Yeranxie Immortal Sword have a direct killing effect on these dark things, and quickly expand and spread. The fire was extinguished, and in the burning long street, only the magnificent Lianhua Wanjian Wheel, which was filled with the breath of death, was turning coldly and slowly.

Wei Zhuo saw that all his yin fires had been extinguished, and his eyes were filled with panic.

"Didn't you say that I am above the gods!! Why is my power so weak!" After all, Wei Zhuo is not an old evil fairy, and the evil power he controls is only this kind.

Once disintegrated by Zhu Minglang, he will look a little more hideous.

Zhu Minglang stepped forward and walked in front of Wei Zhuo.

"Gods are also divided into ranks. The underground temple god you cursed to kill is just a tolerance in the immortal class, not a priest. Do you think you can do whatever you want if you have obtained evil powers!" Zhu Minglang said.

"Are you a priest?? Are you a priest??" Wei Zhuo stared at Zhu Minglang and began to feel fear.

"It's an advantage for you to be wiped out, but...you are just a puppet after all." Zhu Minglang stretched out his hand, and slashed at Wei Zhuo from the air.

Ye Ranjian's evil dragon slashed violently, splitting Wei Zhuo who had become a devil, and the black plasma scattered out.

Wei Zhuo was on the ground in half, Zhu Minglang took a glance and found that Wei Zhuo's internal organs were emitting black gas. At the same time, Zhu Minglang noticed that Wei Zhuo's heart was a little weird...

"Zizizi~~~~~"

Suddenly, his heart was pierced like a black water polo, and black pus flowed out.

As the black pus drained away, his left chest was empty.

The original heart has disappeared, and what maintains his life is the black pus and evil heart formed by the condensation of hatred and anger...

"The heart was taken away?" Zhu Minglang took another look at Wei Zhuo, whose face was like a dead tree, and then said to himself, "It seems that the guy wants not only Yangshou, but also other things."

Zhu Minglang walked to the courtyard,

Wanted to see if any survived in the house.

It's a pity that these four people have no breath. Not only their lives, but their souls may also be taken away by some kind of force.

Seeing the appearance of these four people, Zhu Minglang wished he could chop Wei Zhuo up a few more dollars.

It really should have let the Thunder Punishment Spirit Envoy chop him up directly when he was cursing God, so as not to cause such a tragedy.

But at that time, Zhu Minglang couldn't predict what would happen now, let alone think that a person who has been doing good deeds all his life would suddenly burst out with outrageous indiscriminate revenge...

After all, good and evil coexist in people. Some people are simple and kind, and often they have never encountered real misfortune.

A true kind person is one who has suffered great pain himself and endured the torment of the world all his life, but still treats others kindly and has compassion in his heart.

One's own misfortune is no excuse for violence against others.

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After the matter was dealt with, the temple gods from other urban areas came.

Zhu Minglang asked Concubine Wen Ling to negotiate with them, while he walked around the Wei family's house and the burnt ancestral hall.

The evil fairy disappeared after finishing the transaction.

He is a typical one-ticket-for-a-place, resolutely not leaving any clues or clues to the righteous gods, and even if Zhu Minglang hadn't deliberately tracked him down, other higher-ranking gods came to investigate and couldn't find anything about him. trace.

He got out of the cause and effect of this tragedy and was just a passerby.

After going through this incident, Zhu Minglang suddenly understood some of God's arrangements.

Why practice is so difficult for mortals, and why it is against the sky for mortals to become gods and immortals.

Some people really can't give him too much power casually. After suffering a little bit of injustice, he may kill and retaliate against society more brutally than villains.

This evil immortal passer-by sold him a fierce blade when this kind of person needed a butcher's knife the most.

If this evil fairy is arrested, facing his own trial, he can even question himself confidently: I am just a knife seller, why should I be guilty? ?

"First killed Wei Zhuo's beloved son, and then kept an eye on their house during the funeral. After the temple god set fire to his ancestral hall, he immediately persuaded Wei Zhuo to become a demon... This evil Why is Xian staring at this family? Is there something wrong with this family?" Zhu Minglang began to search for clues.

In terms of spells, the opponent did not leave a trace of trace.

Zhu Minglang was not the kind of master who tracked targets through spell traces, so he needed to open up his wisdom at such times.

Although Zhu Minglang usually doesn't like to waste his mind and think about things, and is more easy-going and free-spirited, but when he needs to use his brain, he never falls short.