A figure walked out of the collapsed house. His entire body was hidden in a blood-red robe, with only a pair of eyes showing.

When the sinister voice sounded, it was like a cold wind blowing, making people feel cold all over.

The bloody smell around him became stronger with his appearance, piercing the nose and dazzling the eyes, making people dizzy.

But Mo Feng paid no attention to him. He stared blankly at Brother Liu, whose chest was bleeding like a pillar, and froze there.

In the end, no sound came out of those buzzing lips.

At the last moment of his life, perhaps the time of "last breath" that ordinary people often talk about, Brother Liu tried hard to raise the corner of his mouth towards Mo Feng.

Like trying to outline a smile.

But before he succeeded, his body fell forward completely out of control and his eyes lost their luster.

Mo Feng finally came back to his senses.

He rushed forward like crazy and caught Brother Liu who was about to fall to the ground.

However, no matter how hard he tried, large amounts of blood splattered on the hole in Brother Liu's chest, and soon even his clothes were stained red.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu! Wake up, don't scare me!"

Mo Feng, who was no longer a child, lost all his maturity and composure in that instant.

He shouted loudly and urgently, as if trying to awaken the tired soul.

Mo Feng stretched out his hand, trying hard to plug the bloody hole in Brother Liu's chest.

But, it didn't work.

The blood flowed down through the cracks in the palm of the hand, still with a slightly warm and sticky texture.

The warmth that flows out is indescribably cold.

Mo Feng stood there in a daze, dumbfounded.

He had killed many people and had seen far more miserable deaths than this. He should have been accustomed to this kind of thing.

He even thought that one day he would die while doing justice.

That’s nothing. Who in the world can live forever?

It is a gain to die a good death.

But it was not until this time that Mo Feng understood.

He was indeed prepared to die.

Nor fear of death.

What is there to be afraid of in death? It is nothing more than closing your eyes and never opening them again.

No longer have to carry the weight of ideals, no longer have to witness the scars of the world, no longer have to bear to look at the ugliness of the world.

Simple, clean, direct, and put an end to it all, it might even be a relief.

But, but.

He never thought that one day the people around him would go ahead of him.

Even though this is human nature, people always subconsciously avoid this idea.

Over the years, he has practiced martial arts diligently and even dabbled in the ways of immortality. Even when he is doing justice, he is always the first to rush to the front.

If you have to choose one of the three to die, he should be the one who dies the fastest.

If you die, you die. Why fear? Living means carrying greater weight and responsibility.

"Brother Liu, say something, say something!"

Mo Feng couldn't help but burst into tears, and his voice became a little hoarse.

At that time, Brother Liu picked him up when he was almost starving to death and gave him a bite to eat.

He once asked Brother Liu why. Brother Liu said: Because I am a Mohist.

Mohists do not believe in standing by and watching someone die without helping.

He saved his life.

Later, he followed Brother Liu to make a living and asked Brother Liu what his name was.

Brother Liu said: "A Mohist is a hero, so why does he need a name?" But he was not happy about it. After repeated inquiries, Brother Liu finally told him his surname.

In order to show closeness, he called him "Brother Liu".

Over the years, he had gotten used to it and even forgot it. He didn't even know what Brother Liu's real name was.

But the name Mo Feng was given to him by Brother Liu.

The two are not relatives, but they are better than relatives.

Mo Feng had thought about his own death, but he had never imagined death for Brother Liu.

In his memory, it was Brother Liu who always took care of him.

So this is how it should be before death comes.

Anyway, I have troubled Brother Liu for so many years, so one more time won’t hurt.

However. However.

Things in this world are never as we wish.

Before Mo Feng even realized it, he failed to dodge in time and was already separated from the living.

He didn't even have time to leave any last words.

Only the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to tell something.

We looked at each other in silence.

When Mo Feng couldn't help himself.

Wei Chuanming's eyes only stayed on the big hole on Brother Liu's chest for a moment, then he reacted and walked forward.

The palms hidden in the sleeves were clenched lightly, and the eyes were fixed on the guy who was wrapped in a blood-red robe, with only his eyes showing, and he had a fierce aura.

"A practitioner?"

Wei Chuanming's voice was low, neither surprised nor angry, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, his gray hair fluttered in the wind and hung behind him, like a lion about to hunt.

He had seen those practitioners in the lower world.

It’s just that those practitioners don’t say they are aboveboard, but they also claim to be people on the right path.

Apart from the desire for Lingzhen, there are few other complications.

Killing people is of no benefit to practitioners; spiritual treasures are their goal.

But at this moment, right before his eyes, Wei Chuanming saw with his own eyes the spiritual plant that was watered with the blood of mortals.

At least people from several villages died here and turned into nutrients to nourish the spiritual plant that exuded a bloody smell.

These intruders undoubtedly became the other party's prey.

Just like those who fell.

"Hehe, you seem to be quite confident. You even know about cultivators."

The man hiding under the blood-red robe smiled and said the most vicious words, "However, that little guy is only in the initial stage of Qi training. I think he is just a lucky native. How dare you not run? I love to see the helpless struggle of the untouchables the most, hahahaha."

The unbridled laughter echoed in the silent land, but no one responded.

Although there are many practitioners in the lower world, what does it matter if they are scattered in the vast Source Heaven Realm? In one country, there are at most dozens of practitioners. As long as they are far away from the imperial capital, it will be extremely difficult to bump into each other.

The secular dynasties had almost no power to resist the practitioners.

What's more, at this time, there are wars and chaos everywhere, and countless countries are falling apart. Where is there any stability? Before order is established, it is the best opportunity to do evil.

In the world of cultivating immortals, these evildoers are often called demonic cultivators.

Wei Chuanming had a sullen face and did not answer.

Qi and blood circulate quietly in the body.

Since he found a way to free himself from the restraints, his energy and blood have almost completely recovered over the years.

Only the true energy is still suppressed and cannot be revealed.

Even so, most of his strength has recovered, but it is still not enough to return to the level of a grandmaster.

But it doesn’t matter, we still have the strength to fight.

Wei Chuanming's breathing gradually calmed down, long and distant.

Then he stepped on the ground, and rushed towards the blood-robed monk like an arrow from a bow! "No point in struggling."

The blood-robed monk chuckled and raised his hand slightly.

Suddenly, countless blood-red threads rose up from the blood flowing on the ground like poisonous snakes.

It turned into an inescapable large net and covered Wei Chuanming.

Compared to the bloody battles of martial arts, the methods of immortality are mysterious and changeable, making them difficult to guard against.

There are also hundreds of arts of cultivation to help increase their strength. If we really talk about means, the current immortal way is superior to the martial arts, and they are completely incomparable.

Without any true energy to use, even though Wei Chuanming's speed was extremely fast, he still couldn't escape the restraint of the blood-colored net.

The moment the skin touched the net, an indescribable burning sensation instantly entered the mind.

All kinds of negative emotions rose up involuntarily, and the eyes were almost covered with a layer of blood.

Wei Chuanming seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was a great achievement for him to be able to exert 70% of his strength.

Wei Chuanming clapped his hands vigorously, and there was indeed some effect. Many silk threads began to break. After all, they were silk threads condensed from the blood of mortals and were not strong.

But this is not good news. There are still blood-colored threads constantly entwining around him, much faster than the speed at which he is destroyed. If the stalemate continues, it won’t take long before he is completely submerged.

"If you keep crying, you'll die."

At this time, Wei Chuanming finally spoke.

The voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally calm.

On the other side, Mo Feng finally put Brother Liu gently on the ground, with tears still shining in his eyes.

However, when his eyes fell on the blood-robed monk, they turned into outright murderous intent.

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"Die!"

Mo Feng was like an angry lion. He roared and rushed straight towards the blood-robed monk.

“Natives.”

The blood-robed monk sneered, and the blood-colored thread was split in half. He actually used the same method to intercept Mo Feng, wanting to kill two sheep with one tiger.

The moves don't have to be new, as long as they are useful.

What's more, they are just weak natives, how can they understand any mysterious magic?

Facing the oncoming blood-colored threads, the spiritual energy in front of Mo Feng surged like waves, and the invisible wind blades cut the blood-colored threads.

He has the cultivation of an immortal, and he got the immortal skills from the murderer he killed.

Although the magic skills are not very sophisticated, they are still quite familiar.

At least there is room for resistance.

His body crossed a distance of more than ten feet at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards the blood-robed monk.

Wind blades danced wildly in front of him, without any reservation of his own spiritual energy.

He is not at a high level in the realm of immortality.

If you want to win, you must move as fast as possible and get close to the enemy before your own spiritual energy is exhausted.

The secret blood and energy technique was running quietly, and Mo Feng's body, which was not considered to be sturdy, became slightly taller. His chest swelled, and his blood and energy were surging, almost bursting out of his body! The distance between the two was rapidly shortening, thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet. Mo Feng could already smell the thicker and darker smell of blood on the other person.

It was not until this time that the blood-robed monk finally took action.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped it in front of him.

A ball of burning black flame, carrying a foul smell, went straight towards Mo Feng.

Mo Feng could only roll over and dodge.

"Sizzle~"

The black flames fell on the ground, and immediately there was a sound of corrosion. The ground was gradually melting away, and even the bluestone could not bear it.

"Like a mouse."

The blood-robed monk laughed strangely and waved his hand again. Three balls of black flame appeared in front of him again and shot away. Their speed was much faster than before.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Oh."

Mo Feng uttered a heavy sigh, and his body showed extraordinary flexibility, as if he had broken his waist by himself, and he narrowly avoided the oncoming black flames.

Even so, part of his hair on one side of his cheek inevitably appeared burnt.

Never take a beating passively! At the moment of dodging, Mo Feng slapped the ground with both hands, just like a tiger or leopard running fast, using both hands and feet, and broke through the distance of less than ten feet in an instant.

The blood-robed monk was standing less than half a foot in front of him, and the strong smell of blood was almost turning into substance.

Mo Feng concentrated his energy into his dantian, and mobilized all the energy and blood in his body to the extreme. The air made a sharp hissing sound and smashed towards the blood-robed monk.

"Boom~"

A muffled sound.

The sound that was heard was not the sound of broken bones and tendons, but a dull impact sound.

A layer of golden light shield enveloped the blood-robed monk. Even though Mo Feng's fist seemed only half a fist away from him, it was indeed out of reach.

At such a close distance, Mo Feng could clearly see the eyes of the blood-robed monk.

There was a strong sense of sarcasm and mockery in those eyes.

"You crawled here like a pig or a dog, and that's all you have?"

The blood-robed monk sneered, "The struggle of the natives is ridiculous and pathetic."

Mo Feng said nothing, his punches were as fast as the wind, but the shield shining with golden light was so airtight that even if there were occasional ripples, it was difficult to truly destroy it.

“Boring.”

Seeing that Mo Feng never responded, the blood-robed monk seemed to be tired of this game.

Raise your palms slightly and make some hand gestures casually.

A tremendous force suddenly appeared, the air was compressed and released to the extreme, hitting Mo Feng directly.

Immediately, Mo Feng's body was lifted high up and flew several feet before falling heavily to the ground. He felt severe pain all over his body and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

The power between the two is completely not on the same level.

Whether comparing cultivation, background, or the immortal techniques mastered, the blood-robed monk is the winner.

This is not a fair fight at all, and demanding fairness is nothing but a pipe dream.

"Hey!"

Just when the blood-robed monk was about to kill, a muffled shout suddenly rang out.

With Mo Feng's guidance, Wei Chuanming used his body to wade through the bloody thread. His skin was covered in blood and he felt intense pain from the burns.

"Huh?"

The blood-robed monk let out a slight exclamation in surprise. A mere native who had no knowledge of the way of immortality could actually withstand the constraints of the resentful silk net. His mind was quite impressive.

But that’s where it ends.

With a wave of his hand, a ball of black fire rushed towards Wei Chuanming. Without the spiritual energy to stop it for a moment, an ordinary person's body would be dead if it were hit.

The man didn't know how much energy he had expended to break free from the resentful web, and this time, he was unable to dodge the black fire that was approaching him.

Suddenly, Wei Chuanming's clothes and hair were all burning in an instant! A strong sense of corrosion and stinging, tearing the flesh and burning the body.

The originally suppressed power gradually awakened in the absolute and unstoppable destruction.

The man who was burned by the black flames was still rushing towards the blood-robed monk.

When the soles of my feet touched the ground, even the dust started to burn.

"It's a pity that I don't have any cultivation base, otherwise it would be nice to refine it into a puppet."

The blood-robed monks were all somewhat moved and felt a little disappointed.

What great material, but it's a bit rubbish.

It's like a shit pot with a gold rim.

As he was thinking this, Wei Chuanming, clad in black flames, had already arrived in front of him.

From beginning to end, except for the "Hey" that drew his attention back, Wei Chuanming never uttered a word, no matter how intense the pain was.

“Boring.”

The blood-robed monk shook his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and the air in front of him was compressed and released to the extreme.

This game is over.

"It's time to end it."

Wei Chuanming said.

His body was full of energy and blood.

The true energy surges and the skin dissolves.

He couldn't tell whether it was the black fire that was burning him, or he was burning the black fire on his body.

"I am the Grandmaster!"

A sound like muffled thunder erupted in the air, and the sound that had been buried for more than ten years resounded throughout the world again.

The master glared, and blood splattered five steps away.

(End of this chapter)