Zombies were one of the most ancient creatures in this world.
Real zombies were very powerful. They were born from the resentment of the world. They were immortal, immortal, and were rejected by the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
However, Murong Fei and the others were not real zombies. At most, they were monsters that had abandoned their souls in order to pursue immortality. They were monsters that lived on blood. Among the demons and ghosts, they belonged to the category of blood monsters and were usually called the living dead.
"Die!"
Roar!
Murong Fei glared with red eyes and bared his sharp fangs. He roared angrily. Blood mist boiled all over his body. He waved his fists and attacked.
He might not be a real zombie, but he lived on blood. His body was especially strong. No ordinary person could compare to him in terms of speed and strength.
He was fast, but Gu Qingfeng was faster.
When he attacked, Gu Qingfeng raised his hand and grabbed him by the neck. He clasped his palm on the top of his head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the three palms landed, Murong Fei was already badly mutilated and did not look like a human anymore. At the same time, the other eight people also attacked with boiling blood mist, instantly arriving.
"Get lost!"
Gu Qing Feng shouted angrily. His body flickered, and with a bang, the eight people who were attacking him were instantly blasted into pieces.
"Ah —"
Murong Fei's neck was grabbed by Gu Qingfeng. He couldn't move at all. He roared madly. The black blood mist boiled all over his body. He roared, "I have an immortal body. You can't kill me at all! You can't kill me! — "
"Little living dead, how dare you claim to be immortal in front of me!"
Gu Qingfeng grabbed Murong Fei's neck and raised his arm. His five fingers spread open, and his palm seemed to be filled with turbid spiritual energy mixed with thunder and lightning. With one palm strike, Murong Fei's legs were shattered.
"Don't tell me you're just a living dead monster! Even if you're a real zombie, if I want to kill you, you won't be able to live! "
Bang!
Another palm.
Murong Fei's arms were shattered.
"Since you want to be dead so much, then be a complete dead man!"
Bang!
The third palm landed. Murong Fei's head was shattered.
Dead.
They were all dead.
The hall that was like an ice sculpture was filled with blood, flesh, and severed limbs. Black blood was flowing on the ground. His rolling and mighty momentum was still reverberating in the hall, causing it to tremble non-stop. It also caused the Daqian Immortal and the Ziyun Immortal who were outside the hall to be paralyzed on the ground. Their faces were ashen, their hearts were trembling, their bodies were trembling, and their souls could not help but be terrified.
The two of them had originally wanted to stay here and observe the situation quietly. They wanted to reap the benefits of the fight between the sandpiper and the clam.
That's right.
That was what they thought. However, at that moment, they no longer dared to think that way. They only wanted to leave, the further the better.
They thought.
But it was just a thought. His soul was afraid, his mind was frustrated, and his mind was broken. His body couldn't move at all. He just lay there on the ground, not daring to breathe or even open his eyes.
The Daqian Immortal had cultivated for more than a thousand years and had seen plenty of scenes of all sizes. It wasn't that he hadn't experienced such a bloody scene before. In fact, he had seen even more bloody scenes. However, he still didn't dare to look at it. It wasn't that he didn't dare to look at such a bloody scene, but rather, he didn't dare to look at Gu Qingfeng.
They didn't expect that the man in white who looked clean on the surface would be so terrifying. Although he wasn't weak and frail, he seemed calm and indifferent.
It wasn't a violent kind of horror.
It was a silent kind of horror.
He looked very quiet from the beginning to the end, and the expression on his cold face was so calm from beginning to end. There was no sadness, no joy, no anger, no anger. There was nothing, not even killing intent. It was as if killing people was simply an ordinary thing to him. It could not arouse any emotion at all, not even the slightest bit.
'Has he become numb to killing?'
Wei Qing didn't know the answer to that question either, but he could tell that Gu Qingfeng had never cared about the lives of Murong Fei and the others. He didn't care at all.
'If you want to look, he will let you look.'
'If you want to reason, he will reason with you.'
'If you want to follow the rules, he will follow the rules.'
'If you want to do something, he will let you do it.'
'If you want to play any tricks, he will let you play.'
'In fact, if you want to attack, he will let you do it.'
However, there was one thing that he couldn't kill.
Once he did, he would definitely die.
That was probably his bottom line.
His bottom line was so low that he would do anything as long as he didn't have any killing intent.
It was a kind of indifference and indifference.
It was because he didn't care about your life at all.
'Does he really not care?'
Wei Qing might think so, but at least, Bu He didn't think so.
At this moment, Wei Qing closed his eyes and lowered his head, not daring to look or speak.
Bu Er also lowered his head and closed his eyes. The only difference was that he wasn't chewing on the delicacies anymore. Instead, he put his palms together and seemed to be recalling the scene just now.
When he was still, he was still like water. When he was moving, he was still like water. His mind was still and unaffected by anything. He could be happy, angry, sad, or even kill. His mind was still like water. Such a state of mind could be said to be unmoved by Buddha.
Thinking about that, Bu Er couldn't help but take a deep breath and let out a sigh. 'Awesome!'
He opened his eyes and looked at Da Qian and Purple Cloud who were paralyzed on the ground. Then, he looked at Qin Wanli who was still kneeling on the ground. Then, he looked at the flesh and blood that belonged to Murong Fei and the others in the hall. Looking … remembering, Bu Er seemed to have realized something and couldn't help but shiver. The corner of his mouth twitched as he panicked and muttered.
'Three lives, three deaths, and three exterminations?'
The so-called three lives, three deaths, and three exterminations meant that everyone had three chances to survive in front of him. Only three chances.
'The first time, I won't kill you. That's for life.'
'The second time, I won't kill you. That's for two lives.'
'The third time, I won't kill you either. That's for three lives.'
'But there can't be a fourth time.'
'This isn't tolerance, but respect for life. It's also called three lives.'
'Three deaths' meant that everyone had three chances to die in front of him.
'The first time, I will break his legs. That's for one death.'
'The second time, I will break his arms. That's for two deaths.'
'The third time, I will break his head. That's for three deaths.'
Bu Er looked at Da Qian and Purple Cloud who were paralyzed on the ground, as well as Qin Wanli who was kneeling on the ground. Then, he looked at Mu Yulong who was in the corner and muttered, 'Three lives.'
Then, he looked at the flesh and blood that belonged to Murong Fei and the others and muttered 'Three deaths.'
After he finished muttering, Bu Er seemed to have lost his balance and sat down on the ground.
'Three lives, three deaths …'
'This is the Dao of Slaughter!'
'Only … only those who have been possessed by the devil would follow this law of slaughter!'
'No!'
'Not only those who have been possessed by the devil, but those who have been possessed by the devil through slaughter would follow this law of slaughter.'
'Possessed by the devil through slaughter …'
'This is the most extreme devil, and also the most terrifying devil. It is known as the devil of devils.'
Bu Er didn't know how to become possessed by the devil through slaughter, but he knew that there was once a person who had slaughtered tens of millions of lives and went mad.
A mad devil was a mad devil, and being possessed by the devil was a completely different concept.
The difference between the two was like that of a rat elephant. The terror of the latter was far beyond what the former could compare with.
Bu Er didn't know how many lives he had slaughtered to become possessed by the devil through slaughter.
However, this wasn't what made him feel the most terrified. What made his hair stand on end was …
Being possessed by the devil wasn't scary. What was scary was the person who could come out of the devil after being possessed by the devil.
This kind of person couldn't be described with the words' scary 'or' terrifying '…
Because they were all masters of slaughter.
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