Just as the three of them were chatting.

On a cloud pavilion not far from them.

"Brother He, there is nothing wrong with your news. We have been here for almost three days, why hasn't that person appeared yet?"

A young man with a gloomy face and a robe with dark patterns in pine colors asked a fat man who was round, with a round face, and was wearing gold and silver.

While speaking, the other hand holding a sheathed scimitar was slightly trembling, and his expression was a little bit so delicate that it was so excited and excited.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that that person will definitely appear!"

The fat man slowly lowered the jade cup in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I have a business in Qingliheng that covers Yanzhou, and even other major states, there are semicolons. Even if this Sizhong Prefecture is a bit special, the whereabouts of small monks in the Transformation Realm of God are still no problem!"

As he said that, the fat man turned his hand and took out a scroll.

Spread it out.

"Half a month ago, he cut Ma Suling, the true disciple of Yungang Valley, out of three thousand miles with one move, and his arms were all destroyed, breaking half of his cultivation!"

"Eight days ago, he passed by Yunkonggang and was challenged again. He split Yunkonggang into two halves with one move. Several elders from Yunkonggang cannot take action for at least thirty years, and are just like a useless person."

"Five days ago, the 114th God Transformation List, You Xuanwei, the young master of Fengshuang Mountain, challenged..."

The fat man paused, glanced at the Yinying Youth, and then continued:

"All cultivation is destroyed!"

"Brother Ge, do you still want to challenge him? You can see that this person must be angry!"

"nature!"

The gloomy young man said without hesitation, and a faint coldness appeared in his eyes.

"I have the same level as him, so I have to try it."

The gloomy young man tried hard to suppress the cold light in his eyes. If he was not prepared, how could he do this?

I have achieved boundless fortunes and thought that I am not inferior to the so-called God of End Sword Artifacts, how could I be so nameless?

What's more, it's just a touch of divine will after all.

If it were the real sword weapon, he would still be afraid and would not even dare to think about it.

But it was just a wisp of divine will. If he was born with this, he would look down on himself.

Today, I will ask that guy who has lost his luck to be his stepping stone.

"Brother Ge, he is here!"

Suddenly, the round fat man whispered softly.

At this time, at the gate of the city, a middle-aged man with a moderate figure and a calm face, wearing a Taoist robe, was slowly walking into the city.

"Thank you!"

The gloomy young man stood up without thinking and rushed down from the nine-story cloud pavilion.

It fell directly in front of the middle-aged man with a few steps away.

A powerful aura came from the dark young man and instantly enveloped the entire street.

"Zhenguang Cave, Ge Mujing, here to learn about it, please give me some advice!"

Huhu~~

As the air flow fluctuates, the indifferent sound echoes in the sky.

Ge Mujing looked at the middle-aged man and felt a little surprised.

Under his divine thoughts, something seemed wrong with this man.

There seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the breath.

That's the smell of blood.

He is very familiar with this taste.

Only thousands of lives have been slaughtered and their minds have been lost.

He fell into a state of killing without thinking without thinking, without any desire.

But at this moment, middle-aged man was walking on the street in a grand manner, just like an ordinary person.

"This is...the number of times..."

Suddenly, a cool breeze rose in Ge Mujing's heart.

Immediately, he saw a pair of eyes that were half Qingming and half fishy.

Zhang Chukun looked at the gloomy young man in front of him, and there was a faint fluctuation around his body, and the sheathed scimitar in his hand was radiating clear sword radiance all the time.

Straws of invisible sword energy were wandering around his fingertips. Obviously, they were not here to chat with him.

But Zhang Chukun looked at the gloomy young man, and the half of the bloody red light instantly shone in his eyes, as if he was about to suppress the Qingming Festival of his other half.

Fortunately, in his sea of ​​consciousness, a statue of a god stands, emitting a slight clear light.

Suppress his mind and will not be completely lost.

However, if there is another killing, this fragile balance will be broken.

No matter how magical the image of a god is, it is still supported by his own soul.

If the balance is broken, it will naturally and inevitably be completely trapped in a state of killing without thinking.

At this moment, he was trying hard to suppress the murderous impulse in his heart.

This place is only 60,000 miles away from the Yunlian Peak.

He didn't want all his previous efforts to be wasted.

I don't want to start a big killing anymore.

Zhang Chukun looked at Ge Mujing, his fingers trembled and his voice was hoarse.

"Walk……"

He has killed many people who are as good as the one in front of him.

However, Ge Mujing waited for three days and spent a huge price to find out his traces. How could he just retreat like this?

"Please give me advice!"

He spoke again, and at the same time, he also held the sheathed scimitar in his hand tightly.

Just waiting for Zhang Chukun to speak.

"I... let you... go..."

The voice was low, like the whisper of the evil being under the abyss.

Ge Mujing frowned. He obviously realized that something was wrong with Zhang Chukun.

But his desire for fame prompted him to let go of his little warning.

Instead, he spoke out again.

"Please give..."

Not finished speaking.

"die!!!"

A wave of murderous intent that seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and was like a wave, rushing towards Ge Mujing.

Even heading towards the entire county city.

Instantly.

Everyone in the entire county town felt a little cold.

On the five-story cloud pavilion, a scholar wearing an indigo blue robe, a young man in a black short shirt, and a luxurious brocade robe with complex patterns, staring blankly at Zhang Chukun and Ge Mujing on the street.

Their location just made it possible to see this scene.

And they naturally knew the former, and they were still talking about this person just now.

And the latter.

The scholar in the robe changed his expression, "Brother!"

However, Ge Mujing couldn't hear his words.

Zhang Chukun interrupted his words coldly, and his eyes turned completely red.

Boom~~

He stepped on his feet.

For a moment, the surrounding air shook, and a terrifying and decisive sword intent soared into the sky.

The surrounding pavilions and shops, and even the foundations, were trembling violently.
To be continued...