"Kill all the injustice in the world. There will be merit in your heart."
She lightly touched his forehead with her fingertips, and a hint of Taoism entered her heart.
It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, it was a feeling of grief and indignation, it was endless anger.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill against injustice, against the world, against all those who are enemies of it.
The evil Taoist Li Changsheng slaughtered all the people in the world, but he kept his innocence to himself.
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Only a few breaths of time passed outside, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people and tens of millions of people around the world watching the live broadcast, the body that had originally fallen to the ground stood up straight.
Buzz!
Unparalleled murderous aura instantly spread across the sky, and countless sharp blades seemed to appear in the void. Everyone felt their scalp tingling and their necks chilled.
The powerful beings high in the sky had solemn looks in their eyes. It was the first time they had seen such crazy murderous aura. Just a wisp of it made their scalps tingle.
"Whose Dao rhyme is this? It has such murderous aura."
"He is even better than the Sword Immortal, he is simply a killing god."
"Although the sword fairy's murderous aura is stronger, it is more about her swordsmanship. The sword of the sword fairy protects the world and is a sword of benevolence. This aura is pure murderous intent, as if she wants to kill everyone in the world."
"Could it be a certain demon lord?"
The competition lasted for a week, and they had more or less figured out the Heavenly Dao fragment and the White Lotus Mother's methods. The Heavenly Dao fragment could grant the contestants cultivation, which essentially borrowed from the laws of the Demon Abyss or the Bodhi Realm, and then converted the absorbed faith into cultivation for those mortals.
The only thing that they couldn't understand was how to create the Dao rhyme of countless powerful people, and achieve 80% or even 90% similarity. Some people speculated that it was a secret method from ancient times, but no one has been able to confirm it so far.
The Dao rhyme has nothing to do with cultivation, and how powerful it can be depends entirely on one's understanding of the Dao. Some ascetics may not be their opponents in fighting, but they can crush them in terms of the Dao alone.
This may be somewhat contradictory. After all, it is often emphasized that what high-level strong men fight for is the Tao, that is, the supernatural power. The deeper the understanding of the Tao, the stronger one's own strength will naturally be, but there are always exceptions.
Li Changsheng was the exception. His Tao had nothing to do with cultivation. The first step of his cultivation was to enter the Tao. He had already stood at the level of incarnation, but other aspects had not kept up.
The demon path was the period when Li Changsheng's murderous aura was the strongest, so strong that he was able to push the Little Five Thunders Method to a level infinitely close to supernatural powers.
As the saying goes, at the pinnacle of attack, one does not practice any method, does not preserve one's life, but only strives for the word "kill".
In a sense, only when you have a strong killing intention can you truly practice the Little Five Thunders. After that battle, Li Changsheng never really used the Little Five Thunders again.
Zhuque Tianjian frowned slightly, and after looking for a long time, he still couldn't find any clues, let alone recognize that this was Li Changsheng's Tao rhyme. Because the difference was too big, the Tao rhyme emitted was that of a killing god, and the immortal in the world was just a cloud.
Usually there is no wind or waves, no mountains or rivers, and it is as lazy as clouds floating in the sky.
But it must be said that this was the first time he had seen such a murderous aura. This murderous aura was not about how many people had been killed, but contained the ultimate killing aura.
The original owner of this trace of Tao rhyme is very dangerous.
On the stage, Long Shaoming slowly opened his eyes, a red light flashed, his pupils had turned completely red, and a calm yet terrifying murderous intent was brewing in his eyes.
It is like the ocean, calm when it is still, and tsunamis and landslides when it is moving.
The remaining dozen or so people noticed his abnormality and their expressions quickly collapsed. Some were trembling, some dropped their weapons and sat on the ground, and some still held on to unrealistic fantasies.
In fact, it is not necessary for all the contestants to die. There is another condition to end the contest, which is to obtain supernatural powers. With supernatural powers, other mortal bodies will hardly be your opponents.
Almost every competition to determine the winner starts with the acquisition of supernatural powers, and if a person gains supernatural powers, then that can basically be declared his victory.
Among the hundreds of thousands of people in the audience, hundreds of gamblers suddenly jumped up and let out almost crazy roars.
"Long Shaoming! Long Shaoming!!!"
"Fuck him, kill them all!"
Without exception, they all bet on Long Shaoming, and the amounts were mostly a few hundred or a few thousand at most. But even so, the odds of 3,000 times could make them earn a lot of money.
One of the men in suits had a dull look in his eyes, unable to describe his feelings at the moment.
He seemed to have bought this boy for more than 10,000 yuan.
Boom!
Suddenly, a person changed into a strong man who was two meters tall and had muscular body.
This is the person with the lowest odds in the ring. He has won the heavyweight boxing championship and is said to be able to punch with a force of 700 kilograms. And he really lives up to his status. He has killed countless people with an iron rod.
His body was golden and his body swelled slightly, bursting through his clothes, like a giant chimpanzee.
The man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud, "As long as God doesn't kill me, I also have supernatural powers, hahahaha! Kid, blame it on your bad luck. You are so young and yet you have to become a desperado."
The next moment, the heavyweight boxing champion shot out and ran towards Long Shaoming. His speed was so fast and his huge body made him look like a truck rushing towards him.
In just three seconds, he rushed across a hundred meters to him, raised the iron rod in his hand high and brought it down suddenly.
The boxing champion had a ferocious look on his face. He could already see the boy being blown into a pulp by him, while he himself would become very successful from then on.
Hiss!
There was a roar of thunder, and a thin hand caught the iron rod. A visible air wave rushed hundreds of meters away.
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