"Pa-da! Pa-da!! "
After killing two people, his footsteps did not stop for a moment. He walked step by step in the direction pointed by the underworld raven. In his mind, he recalled the scene of him killing the two cultivators with the Tiger Soul. He could not help but be secretly excited. The murderous aura in his body became even stronger. With every step he took, his aura rose by a bit.
Pleasure!!
When fighting with the Tiger Soul, Di Shitian clearly felt that every inch of his flesh and blood was constantly throbbing, emitting an unusual feeling of pleasure. It was a kind of joy. His blood was jubilant. It seemed to be a kind of innate desire for battle, a deep yearning for the kind of battle where every blade saw blood.
Battle, constant battle.
The blood of battle flowed in the body of the King of Beasts. The innate fighting instinct of the ancient demon cultivators was also constantly stimulating his nerves. It caused a strong fighting spirit to surge out of his body. A surge of emotions constantly reverberated in his chest.
In ancient times, almost all ancient demon cultivators had immeasurable talent in martial arts and battle skills. Every time they fought, they were abnormally excited and hot-blooded. That was a collision of strength. That was a contest between battle skills. That kind of battle, in ancient times, was the most powerful method of the demon race.
Legend had it that in ancient times, powerful demon cultivators could casually use battle skills to break the void and crush the stars. Pinch the sun and the moon. That kind of earth-shattering divine ability. It was almost the embodiment of strength.
For a long time, when Indra fought, he mostly relied on the Seven Sins Demonic Zither and even his own Tiger Roar sound waves to fight his enemies. Although he was strong, he lacked the unique feeling of a real battle where his fists hit flesh and his saber saw blood. He felt that kind of hot-bloodedness, that kind of thrill of battle. Until today.
With just one slash, he killed two Cultivators. The pleasure he felt when the blade sliced through their flesh and blood was indescribable. This was the courage in the heart of a man. That kind of unique fighting spirit. This kind of indescribable feeling constantly reverberated in his chest, making him feel like vomiting but unable to spit it out.
He raised his eyebrows. A murderous aura overflowed between his brows. Cold arrogance, incomparably cold.
A song that he had seen in his previous life could not help but appear in his mind.
"A man should be ruthless. Morality and benevolence are at odds with each other. A man should kill, and he should kill without mercy. The immortal work of a thousand years is all in the killing … "
He could not help but sing a song. This was a song about killing, a song about men. All those years ago, when he saw this ballad for the first time, countless lofty sentiments had surged into his heart, and the seven blood in his chest roiled. He wished for nothing more than to be on the bloody battlefield of ancient times. Be a real man for once.
As soon as this line came out, the endless fighting spirit that occupied his chest seemed to have an extra opening with every line that was spoken. It directly broke out of his body, and a carefree and comfortable feeling emerged from his body. His mind seemed to have reached a kind of sublimation at this moment. Every time he recited a line, his fighting spirit would surge higher and higher. His footsteps also moved forward rhythmically.
"In the past, there were heroic men who valued their promises. His body is lighter than a feather. There were also heroes and tyrants, killing people like flax, galloping through the world, praising only the saber and spear. Today, I'm looking for something like this, yet I'm looking for the moon's shadow in vain … "
"Roar!!"
His mind was agitated, and his entire person stepped into an indescribable state without any warning. With every step he took, his mind seemed to have begun to transform a little, and sublimated in the song. In his mind, everything that had happened since he was reborn on the Purple Gold Continent appeared. His mind was immersed in the song of killing. His entire person began to slowly integrate into the world that he was in. Tiger Soul was his life divine weapon, and under the unity of his mind, it could not help but let out a tiger's roar from the blade. The domineering aura in the blade became even more awe-inspiring.
"Don't you see, the upright scholars rise like bees, the brave men die, and the divine land praises benevolence and righteousness from then on? The Central Plains is in chaos, and the scholars flee, and the cowardly people weep. I want to learn the ancient style, and revive the heroic spirit. Reputation is like dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule. Wearing a sharp iron sword, and killing people in anger … "
"Cutting shares to go with wine, chatting and laughing, and frightening ghosts and gods. Killing enemies from a thousand miles away, willing to spend ten stars. Specializing in the light of the fields, and forming feelings. Heading out of the West Gate, carrying the head back. Tired and thinking of sleep, the war horn suddenly blows. Leaving the mother at the West Gate, the mother grieves, but the son does not grieve. Sweating and youthful, a man will not return. Killing between the heavens and the earth, the tragic Yin Court … "
The song that was filled with killing intent reverberated in the wasteland of bones, spreading far and wide. Unknowingly, the song seemed to be able to move the heavens and the earth. The sky above Di Shitian's head strangely appeared a terrifying blood-red color. In the blood-red color, one could faintly hear the sound of countless soldiers and horses, and the sound of killing.
Walking along the song, singing with every step. Singing with the mouth, frightening ghosts and gods. His mind involuntarily entered an inconceivable state, empty and clear, no, it was an indescribable sublimation. The first time Di Shitian killed with Tiger Soul, it completely ignited the innate battle intent in his body, the nature of killing. In this murderous song that spoke of the bloody nature of men from ancient times to modern times, it suddenly resonated, and he naturally immersed himself in that realm.
The wasteland of bones was an ancient battlefield, a land of slaughter. In this wasteland, who knew how many peerless heroes were buried. When the murderous song was played, it spread in this wasteland, and an unimaginable scene appeared, attracting the resonance of countless heroes hidden in the wasteland. Vaguely, under the Withered Bone Wasteland, countless ignorant afterimages appeared. They surrounded Di Shitian and let out world-shaking roars.
Ghosts wailed and gods howled!
These were the wisps of divine souls left behind by the supreme experts who had fallen from ancient times. They should have been sleeping underground, but Di Shitian sang the "Murderous Song" that shocked ghosts and gods in this wasteland. The incomparable heroism in the song actually awakened countless remnant souls from underground. They constantly rushed out from underground and surrounded Di Shitian.
But at this moment, Di Shitian's entire mind seemed to be completely immersed in the song. He was completely unaware of the outside world, just walking step by step along with the song.
"Three steps to kill a person, the heart stops, the hand doesn't stop. Blood flows for ten thousand miles, corpses pillow on a thousand mountains. Brave warriors finish their campaigns, sleep on the corpses of their enemies. In their dreams they kill, their smiles reflect the sun. Daughters don't ask, why are men so fierce? Since ancient times, benevolence has been used to harm people, and righteousness has never been true. Don't you see, lions and tigers gain fame for their prey, but who pity the poor elk? In this world, the strong eat the weak. Even if there is reason, it is futile. Don't ask, men have their own ways …. "
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The countless remnant souls seemed to be immersed in the song's ruthless brashness, and they began to strike the weapons in their hands, emitting countless sounds of slaughter that served as a foil to the song. That tragic aura. It echoed in the air above the wasteland. An even stranger scene appeared. One remnant soul after another followed Di Shitian forward step by step, throwing themselves into his body.
On his forehead, the violet Royal Tattoo began to pulse with incalculable speed, bursting with resplendent violet light. Each soul naturally rushed into his body, into the Royal Tattoo. The Royal Tattoo slowly transformed into a ball of violet flame that settled on his forehead. Every time a God Soul rushed into his body, his aura would involuntarily rise a little. The aura he exuded was now filled with a fierce killing intent.
"Men should be ruthless. Deeds and benevolence don't coexist. Men in the arena of slaughter have the courage of a bear and the eyes of a wolf. If I were born a man, I would kill, and not let the body of a man bind the heart of a woman. Men never care for their bodies, and even when the hands of a mortal enemy, they smile. In a hundred battlefields of hatred, everywhere is green with weeds …. "
The wasteland was filled with the weeping of ghosts and the howling of gods. The sky was dyed the color of blood.
"What's going on? How did the wasteland become like this? Heavens, these are all souls that were buried under the bones. How did they come out? Could it be that some great calamity has been born? "
"Listen, everyone. This song, this song is so … so domineering. Who's singing it? "
"Could it be that these souls were drawn out by the song? Who was the composer of this song? When I listen to it, I have a kind of boiling impulse to kill with a knife. "
At this time, in the wasteland, there was not only Di Shitian, but also a group of cultivators. The song echoed in the wasteland. Moreover, as time passed, the song became louder and louder, not only resounding in the wasteland, but also reverberating throughout the entire Southern Wilderness. Everyone who heard this "A Man's Walk" and this "Song of Murder", whether they were humans, demons, or even birds and beasts that had yet to be born with spirituality, couldn't help but feel a sense of lofty pride.
At this time, in front of Di Shitian. A group of black-clothed cultivators panicked, listening to the song in their ears with fear and doubt. Among them, there was the man and woman who fought with Di Shitian in the past. Almost all the cultivators in the Wasteland had gathered here.
"Pata!! Pata!! "
The footsteps were steady, and the singing was still loud.
"Men do not tremble, there is a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughtering nine million is a hero among heroes. Heroes among heroes, the path is different: Seeing through the thousand years of benevolence and righteousness, but making a hero in this life. Not loving the good name, not loving the bad name, not punishing the heart for killing a million. I would rather make ten thousand people gnash their teeth in hatred, not teach no one to scold me. Looking at the world for thousands of years, which hero did not kill? "
"Kill! Kill! Kill!! "
His body was still moving forward, dragging the Tiger Soul in his hand. Countless souls were madly rushing into his body with him as the center. This scene was extremely strange. No matter how strong a person was, if they saw this scene, they would be so scared that their eyeballs would fall out on the spot.
When the three words "kill" were spat out, the surging murderous aura directly soared into the sky, penetrating heaven and earth, the sun and the moon. The surging whole wasteland trembled violently.
The 10,000 Bone Devouring Trees that grew in the wasteland made strange whistling sounds, which was abnormally evil.
A murderous song had inconceivably stirred up the entire wasteland, producing such a world-shaking change that even ghosts and gods would weep.
And Di Shitian, who caused all this, was still immersed in that inexplicable mood. He had no idea that such a change would happen. He also did not know what kind of transformation this change would bring him and what kind of future it would bring him.
"This song is … Di Shitian?"
In the Hundred Flowers Valley, Chen Xi's expression instantly changed. He suddenly stood up and looked at the Withered Bone Wasteland in disbelief.
[A Man's Line has also made me feel quite excited. I feel as if my blood is boiling. Thousands of demons are only beginning to truly spread out now. Next, there will be endless passion. Let us accompany the Man's Line and forge a bloody path forward together. By the way, I would like to ask for votes, any votes will do.]
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