And in this stable state, his perception of evil spirits became more acute.

If it were the Lin Xing of the past, he might be unaware of the subtle changes in the evil energy.

But at this moment, after Lin Xing's practice in the past period of time, his sensitivity to evil spirits has become more and more sensitive.

Within his sensing range, his mind could feel that the concentration of evil energy in the entire environment was increasing.

Although the rising speed is extremely slow, it is indeed growing upwards little by little.

Duan Jian and Bai Yiyi were also surprised when they heard Lin Xing's words.

Broken Sword said, "The Immortal Court is still releasing evil energy? That's not impossible... After all, this isn't the first time they've done this."

Looking at the flames rising into the sky all around him and the corpses strewn across the ground, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

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"It's been three years. I've been suppressed by that damn old thing for three years. Finally, I've waited for this day..."

Boom! Amidst the thunderous roar, he shot out like lightning, creating waves of energy.

At this moment, a subordinate said from a distance: "General, there are similar sword marks over here."

He roamed the city that night, defeating masters from all sides, and his power was unmatched.

"Although this process is extremely slow, if it continues, it is only a matter of time before everyone in the two worlds turns into lunatics and monsters."

After being hit with the killing stick several times, his skin was torn and he was half dead.

Ye Qianlang made up his mind that he would never be suppressed by anyone again in his life, and would never be bound by any rules again.

He looked at the endless land beneath his feet, but could feel endless battles and killings taking place there.

Everyone who met him said that he was a rare genius and a natural born martial arts master.

After a night of slaughter and smelling the blood in the air, Ye Qianlang felt extremely happy at this moment.

But he was very cautious and always carefully restrained this desire. He would only attack lone refugees when he could no longer bear it.

"Follow the sword marks he left behind!"

"He was afraid of my potential. He was always worried that I would surpass him, and he never dared to stop suppressing me."

The general standing in the air had murderous intent in his eyes and said coldly, "Kendo master?"

Everyone in the cell had been killed.

He didn't have to endure it anymore, so he took advantage of another prisoner in the cell falling asleep, crept up to him, and bit open his throat.

Ye Qianlang was subdued by President Wan Daoxian three years ago.

He wanted to slaughter all the strong men inside and outside the city, and use the corpses and blood of thousands of people to pave his own path to the fourth generation and become the fifth Immortal Emperor.

"But now... Wan Daoxian is finally dead!"

As he killed people with his fists, his fists became harder and heavier, and he even began to develop some basic skills.

He ran quickly to chase the enemy, and faster and faster he ran, and his related skills also improved faster than ever before.

Just behind the two men, more than a dozen men and women in New Country military uniforms were searching the streets, looking for something among the blood and corpses on the ground.

Among these people, the two strongest forces are the Presidential Palace and the Hidden God Camp.

It was hot and fishy, ​​and seemed to have a sweetness that he had never smelled before.

As the days passed, he gradually became the leader of a group of beggars, and his desire to kill became stronger and stronger.

Although he missed this feeling very much in his heart, the nine-year-old had already understood his own weakness and the dangers of this world. He had to learn to disguise himself and take action only when he was most confident.

Later he learned that that night was called the night of great changes in heaven and earth, when inspiration surged.

A man with a long sword on his hip stood quietly in mid-air, looking at the corpses on the ground and said, "Where are Fan Mao's group?"

It was also from that night that he found that he became stronger and stronger as he killed people.

Next to him, another fat man said, "It's not raining, so why is there thunder? It looks like an expert is performing advanced martial arts, which is causing the noise."

In the current Donghai City, there are more than a dozen groups of people fighting each other, either to fight for the power of the new country, or to seek enough benefits, or to show their strong nature after the death of the president...

After seeing powerful warriors, he began to steal and rob the secret books from small martial arts schools and began to teach himself martial arts.

So after he escaped from the county, he went around killing people and robbing people.

…

Ye Qianlang killed more and more people, became stronger and stronger, and the martial arts he robbed became more and more advanced, and the resources he obtained became more and more...

…

In the past three years, he has become a general under Wan Daoxian. Under the violent suppression of the other party, he has no choice but to obey the other party and accept all kinds of orders from the new country, the constraints of military discipline, and the rules of officialdom...

Grab what you want, kill whoever you don't like, rob beautiful women... satisfy all your desires without any scruples. In Ye Qianlang's opinion, there is no happier thing in the world than this.

He grabbed half a chicken leg from the other person's bowl and took a bite. Only one thought came to his mind: It turns out that killing is so satisfying, and it turns out that chicken legs are so delicious.

Ye Qianlang also thinks so. He believes that one day, there will be no one in this world that he cannot kill, and no thing that he cannot steal.

He sent his men out in all directions.

Thanks to his caution, he was never caught and became the oldest beggar in the area.

The suburbs on the west side of the city.

Another soldier looked at the sword mark that cut through the man and the house, and exclaimed: "What a powerful swordsmanship, this man must be a famous swordsman."

But in that year, a man named Wan Daoxian came to him and defeated him with one move.

In the third year of the great changes in heaven and earth, he had already mastered the third inheritance and became a great devil that everyone in several southwestern provinces was afraid of.

When the jailers who were guarding the cell outside rushed in, they saw blood all over the floor.

An hour later.

Ye Qianlang slowly tightened his grip on the long sword at his waist, and a chilling murderous intent penetrated him and the sword.

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's body accelerated slightly and shot towards the west of the city.

A thin man raised his head, looked in the direction of the loud noise, and asked in surprise: "Is it thundering?"

Sensing the deformed baby monster gnawing at the flesh of a female corpse in the arms of a house not far away, Lin Xing moved his mind and chopped the house and the monster into pieces.

"I will dig deep to find him!"

Lin Xing sensed the changes in the evil spirit and frowned as he said, "I need to get a more comprehensive understanding of the environmental issues here to see what's going on..."

When they were hungry, they would sneak into farmers' homes, kill the entire family, and slowly eat their stored food.

He was not caught for murder, but because a young master of a wealthy family had something stolen on his territory, and he was thrown into jail because of the other party's order.

In his perception, the concentration of evil energy over there was higher.

"Evil?"

He was then thrown into a cold and damp cell, where he felt his skin and flesh covered with sores and wounds, and he kept falling into coma and being awakened by the pain.

It would be nice if I could kill one more person before I die.

Killing people can make you stronger? He just felt that this was the most wonderful thing in the world, and it was a mission given to him by God.

But when he was 19 years old, he was thrown into jail.

After understanding the spirit caves, he would sneak into them more often, go to the human world to steal weapons, and kidnap people in the human world for food and intelligence.

In particular, he spent an hour specifically sensing the changes in the evil spirit, which confirmed one thing.

"Find him. Since he killed the person I liked, it would be the same if I killed him."

"The evil energy is coming from the northwest, and is growing stronger bit by bit as time goes by."

Especially after killing Wan Daoxian's wives and concubines left in the city, his martial arts, which had been stagnant for a long time, made great progress in this series of battles.

He suddenly smiled: "I have my eyes on the people in the Xianzhen Camp. They dare to kill people before me. Interesting."

Thinking that he was going to die in prison, a strong desire gradually welled up in his heart.

"Master..." Ye Qianlang's murderous intent grew stronger and stronger. He stroked the long sword at his waist and said calmly: "The one I want to kill today is the master."

He always remembered the feeling of blood spurting onto his face for the first time.

And Ye Qianlang has disappeared.

Lin Xing didn't say anything. He just killed the evil spirit and continued to move forward. Along the way, he cut some lunatics and monsters as he pleased.

"I know that Wan Daoxian did this on purpose."

Ye Qianlang became a bandit not because he lacked the ability to join some first-class forces, but because he was unwilling to accept any constraints.

Ye Qianlang was once a refugee. He didn’t remember who his parents were, nor did he know where he was born.

It was because he understood that compared to the power struggles among those people in the city, the only way was to become stronger. Only strength was the basis for dominating everything in this chaotic world.

But when other parties were seizing the opportunity to snatch people and money, or occupy territory and seize power, Ye Qianlang ignored all these and instead led his powerful men to fight everywhere. He would kill the entire family of anyone who showed disobedience, and would either recruit or kill the powerful people he liked.

"What's the point of stealing so many things? You are just saving them for me."

The thin man who had just spoken speculated, "From the traces at the scene, it seems that a swordsman chopped Fan Mao into pieces, and then Fan Mao's men started killing each other, and in the end no one was spared."

So he could only suppress the impulse in his heart and continue to mingle among the beggars, living by begging, stealing, robbing... all day long.

"For me, these three years have been like a year each day. The suppression of Wan Daoxian has prevented me from expressing my thoughts freely. Even my martial arts skills have been difficult to improve..."

"Three years... For the past three years, I have suppressed my thoughts every day, watching those pig-like things show off in front of me."

Ye Qianlang's voice filled with murderous intent echoed in the air.

Although the difference is very subtle, and perhaps he is the only one inside and outside the city who can sense it, the phenomenon it represents is very dangerous.

Before serving Wan Daoxian, he was the leader of a group of bandits in the southwest.

At this moment, a powerful pressure descended from the sky, shocking everyone present to kneel on the ground one by one, and shouted towards the air: "General!"

In his recent investigation, the closer he got to the northwest, the stronger the evil energy became.

As far as he could remember, he had fought with dogs for food. At the age of six, he started stealing with other beggars. At the age of nine, he killed an old beggar with a stone in order to fight for a half-eaten chicken leg.

At the same time, an earthquake occurred in the city and half of the prison collapsed.

He also found an old man in the world and gave himself a new name - Ye Qianlang.

That night, natural and man-made disasters broke out in many cities.

On the ground, a woman picked up a long sword and pointed at the broken flesh and blood on the ground. She said nervously, "This is Fan Mao's sword. It looks like he was killed."

"Go find them all!"

Looking at the other person's eyes wide open and struggling, feeling the other person's life breath gradually slipping away, he only felt a force like a last ray of light surging out of his body.

Lin Xing's sleeves rustled in the strong wind in the sky.

Broken Sword sighed, "The evil aura is thick, and a battle has broken out all over the city. I'm afraid there are many evil spirits in this city."

Although in his perception, the evil energy in front of him is still growing extremely slowly and it does not seem to have any impact on the direction of the real world for the time being, but if it continues to grow like this, both the mirror world and the real world will turn into real hell.

"Could it be that this is what the Dog Fairy was secretly planning?"

Lin Xing thought about it and looked at the city below him. He was unwilling to just ignore the crazy people and monsters in this city.

Fortunately, in some ways, these people are actually easier for him to manage than normal people.

Maybe there is some material among them that can be used to refine the next magic weapon, which will help him in his next actions.

(End of this chapter)