The more Little White thought, the more tormented his heart was. But looking at Sakra's stubborn look, Little White smiled bitterly. "Sigh! I didn't expect to meet such a stubborn person, but … "
Thinking, Little White's eyes fell on Sakra's face and didn't look at anything else. It was as if everything around him didn't exist. Other than Sakra's face, nothing else existed.
Uh … Of course, how could Little White forget about the sword in the flute. But now he thought of something more interesting.
"You … What are you looking at?"
Feeling Little White's fiery gaze, Sakra wasn't used to it for a moment. Just now she was shouting to kill, but now … What is she doing?
"Hehe, I'm absolutely sure that you're actually quite good looking!"
Sakra: "…"
Hearing Little White's words, Sakra was stunned. His face was full of astonishment.
"Damn, what's this situation? What do you mean I'm quite good looking? You, what are you trying to do?"
"Human and beast hobbies?"
"Hiss … Oh my god!" The more Sakra thought, the more he felt a chill in his heart.
Inexplicably, at this moment, Sakra felt his chrysanthemum tighten. A chill went up from the bottom and penetrated his whole body.
"I …"
Seeing Sakra's strange and alert look, Little White was stunned. Then, he thought of the things that grew in Sakra's mind.
For a moment, Little White was even more speechless. He couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Damn, what are you thinking? This brother is … Uh, wrong, this lady's hobbies are especially normal. "
"Gu … Lady?"
At this moment, Little White's voice changed. Previously it was a slightly neutral voice, but now … now it was indeed a girl's voice.
Her voice was very sweet and it sounded like a mischievous character.
Looking at Little White with a strange look, Sakra's heart trembled. Then, he smiled bitterly. She's a good girl, but she acts like a man all day long.
"You … You even called yourself a young master before?" Thinking, the corner of his mouth rose and a smile appeared on his face.
"You …"
Looking at Sakra, Xiao Bai's pupils widened as she looked at Sakra with slight anger. "You … You don't have to care about me. I can do whatever I want. Even if this lady doesn't say anything, you don't have to care."
"…" The sudden roar made Sakra dumbfounded. He didn't know what happened to Whitey.
However … at this moment, Sakra sensed something even more interesting.
"Killing Qi."
That's right, it was precisely the murderous aura. Just as Little White roared and rushed out, an intermittent murderous aura was exposed in front of Sakra.
"Murderous aura … why does Little White have murderous aura? It did before … but … why would a Dubhe rabbit have such a dense murderous aura?"
"This is something that even I can't compare to. How many people did he have to kill in order to accumulate so much?" The more he thought about it, the more curious he became about Little White.
But looking at the current situation, a battle? Hehe, they couldn't fight anymore.
"I want to go in and take a look, I wonder if I can?" Suddenly, Sakra opened his mouth.
"Ah …"
However, at this moment, Little White was stunned. But … it was only a matter of a moment. After regaining her senses, she nodded repeatedly, "Of course … of course, if you want to take a look, go ahead!"
"Hmm? You … shouldn't you be shouting to kill me earlier? "At this moment, Sakra couldn't adapt to Little White's 120 degrees change.
After all … the previous Xiaobai was the kind of person who was unreasonable but … silly and adorable at the same time.
"You talk so much nonsense. If I ask you to go in, then go in. If you continue to be long-winded, be careful that I … uh, this lady will go back on her words."
"Uh … hehe, alright, then … thank you, sir!" Sakra couldn't help but tease. After cupping his hands, he walked towards the depths of Butterfly Valley.
"Damn you."
Seeing that Sakra didn't forget to tease her before leaving, Little White couldn't help but laugh and scold.
However … the current Little White didn't seem to be complaining at all. Instead, she was looking forward to it.
"Tian Ning, didn't you always say that you were bored? Didn't I … send you such a person? Although his cultivation … is still a little lacking compared to me, it's enough to be able to chat with you. "
If Sakra was here and heard Little White's words, he would probably burst out laughing.
What do you mean by a little lacking? You don't even need a draft when lying. I was the one who was injured, but now …
However, Sakra didn't know that the reason Little White let him in was because she wanted him to be her friend's friend, a companion that she could chat with.
"Aiyo, I can finally rest …"
Looking at the direction Sakra left, Little White chuckled. A human-like smile appeared on her rabbit face. Then, she looked at the mountain peak and disappeared in a flash.
At this moment, in the depths of Butterfly Valley, after getting Little White's permission, Sakra began to indulge himself.
Looking at this picturesque scenery, Sakra's heart was very calm but also not calm. Thinking about Little White's murderous aura, he couldn't help but be curious.
Looking left and right, looking at the stalks of spiritual herbs growing on both sides of the road, Sakra had an impulse to remove them.
"The sun on the horizon, if it turns to the sun …"
Just when Sakra was looking at the spiritual herbs on both sides of the road, a clear and pleasant voice came from not far away. Accompanying the voice was the sound of water.
"Hmm.? There's someone else? "
Looking at the spiritual herbs on both sides of the road and listening to the pleasant voice that came from afar, for a moment … his heart began to struggle.
Looking at Jiang Zhongzheng's choice last year, Sakra's heart was filled with a difficult choice.
"Brother Yo …"
The pleasant voice became louder again. In an instant, the moment the voice became louder, Sakra's heart trembled violently. His heartstrings that had never trembled before began to fluctuate.
However, the moment his heartstrings fluctuated, Sakra had an answer in his heart.
"Tsk … This Alchemist wants to see what kind of woman she is to be able to have such a beautiful and moving voice."
After saying that, his figure flashed and rushed towards the direction of the voice. His speed was as fast as lightning.
However, at this moment, at the entrance of the Butterfly Valley, in the fog, a show of killing each other appeared.
A group of forty to fifty people all entered the fog. However … they originally had an excited heart and wanted to enter to search for the way of killing, but … after entering the fog, they were all wrong …
They regretted, they were afraid, they …
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. So what if they regretted, they had to buy it for what they had done. This was inevitable.
Just like Sakra, the moment everyone entered the fog, they saw that each and every one of them was brought into their own illusion by the array.
However, the reason why the illusion was called an illusion was because the illusion was like a mirror. It could see the things that everyone didn't want to express in the deepest part of their hearts, even the ghosts in the deepest part of their hearts.
In front of the illusion, everything would be exposed, just like now.
Everyone entered their own illusion and the ghosts in the deepest part of their hearts were all released at this moment.
Just like a wild beast breaking free from its cage, even … the wild beast that was released at this moment was even more ferocious than before, even … more cruel.
At this moment, the young man who was sowing discord earlier had a cruel smile on his face as he looked at the few people in front of him. Looking at them, the young man's face was filled with blood.
"Master, why … why didn't you enjoy it yourself? Why did you do this? You said before that I … I'm the disciple that you're most proud of, but … but why do you always have to be on guard … on guard against me …"
At this moment, what the young man saw was not the companions who entered with him, but the ghosts in the deepest part of his heart, his … his master.
"Hmph, bastard, what are you trying to do? Could it be that you want to kill your master?" At this moment, in the illusion, the master who was called by the young man looked at the young man and roared.
"Ha … hahaha …"
Hearing what the old man said, a trace of fierceness rushed out from the young man's eyes. "Killing my master, hmm … this saying is not bad."
"You …"
"Shut up." Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, the young man interrupted. "Since you're so selfish and narrow-minded, then I'll help you and let you get rid of your current body."
"Remember, don't thank me."
After saying that, the young man moved. His figure flashed and a three feet long cold light appeared in his hand. He placed his sword in front of his chest and instantly struck out a sword seal.
"Pfff … pfff … pfff …"
The sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard in the fog.
However, at this moment, the few people who were originally in front of the young man … were all torn apart and separated from their bodies.
As for the young man's sword, scarlet blood was dripping down from the tip of the sword …
This scene did not only happen at the young man's place. The same thing was happening at other places in the fog.
At this moment, on the tallest mountain peak in the Butterfly Valley, Whitey was lying on top of it. Its gaze never left the formation at the entrance of the valley.
"Heh, kill, kill. As long as there are more of you, the essence of your Sages will all enter the formation. In this way … the formation will inevitably change. At that time, even if a better cultivator comes, it will be useless."
Sakra did not know about all of this. Even if he knew, he would not stop them. After all … he was neither a relative nor a friend of those people.
In the deepest part of the Butterfly Valley, not far from a pond, Sakra slowed down his speed. The reason for that was because … the singing voice was not far from here.
With an expectant gaze, he slowly walked toward the direction of the singing voice.
"Tsk, why isn't Whitey back yet?" At this moment, in the middle of the pond, Tian Ning was looking at the entrance of the valley. Her expression was filled with worry.
Even though she knew of Whitey's strength, but … the world was vast and filled with all sorts of strange things. It was possible that a powerful existence would come and suppress it.
As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry. The world was vast and filled with all sorts of strange things. Who could say for sure what would happen?
"Sigh …"
With a sigh, the worried expression in her eyes became even more intense. Then, she turned around and planned to go ashore.
"Splash …"
A scene of a hibiscus emerging from the water appeared. Coincidentally, the instant Tian Ning emerged from the water, Sakra arrived.
"Eh … this …"
When he arrived at the side of the pond, he raised his head and saw a naked figure there.
Thump thump … Thump thump …
Seeing that figure, Sakra was stunned on the spot. His eyes were fixed on that figure and he was unable to shift them away.
The moment he agreed, his heart thumped like a drum. The sound of his heartbeat became louder and louder.
"Who is it?"
At this moment, Tian Ning, who was walking toward the shore, sensed that someone was probing behind her. She turned around to look.
But the instant she turned around, Tian Ning was dumbfounded. She saw a man who suddenly appeared and was looking at her body in a daze.
"Ah …"
A sharp shriek sounded. Even Whitey, who was leisurely watching the show on the mountain top, heard it.
"Hehe, Tian Ning, you can't blame me. After all … you've been saying that it's boring every day. I'm just thinking for your sake, understand?"
"Tsk, I'm truly noble …" After saying that, his gaze fell on the magic array again.
"S-Sorry."
At this moment, Sakra, who was standing beside the pond, instantly returned to his senses when he heard that sharp shriek. Then, he quickly bowed and apologized.
His voice was sincere and … this was the first time Sakra apologized to someone. But what he didn't expect was that the first person to apologize was actually a woman.
"You. You … "
"Hmm? Murderous aura? "
Suddenly, a glint of light flashed through his eyes. His bent body involuntarily straightened as his gaze landed on Tian Ning once more.
But the difference was that Tian Ning had already put on her clothes neatly.
"W-Why do you have murderous aura on you? Also … since you're here, then Whitey should be yours, right?!"
"If that's the case, why do both of you have murderous aura on you? Moreover, it gives me the feeling that the murderous aura on both of you is just one. This murderous aura is especially pure. Even Lin Ray isn't as strong as both of you."
"Tell me, why is that?"
A series of questions were asked by Sakra. Tian Ning, who was originally filled with intentions, suddenly froze on the spot when she heard these questions.
Her eyes carried a strange gaze as she looked at Sakra. "You … you can feel the murderous aura in our bodies?"
That inexplicable sentence caused Sakra to be at a loss. He didn't understand what that sentence meant but … he still said it.
"That's right. The murderous aura in both of your bodies is ordinary. Such pure murderous aura, I … have never seen it before."
"I …" Looking at Sakra, Tian Ning hesitated when she said the word 'I'. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that just a moment ago, this man in front of her had already seen through her completely.
However, at this moment, the two of them seemed to be the same. It's just that Sakra was thinking more. The instant he felt that Tian Ning's body had the same murderous aura as Whitey, his thoughts didn't stop for a moment and he began to think.
Then, after he refuted the strong thoughts, finally, an extremely high probability thought appeared.
"The Dao of Slaughter, could it be …"
"Could it be that after this Dao of Slaughter came to the Divine Realm, it was split into two and in the end, it gave birth to intelligence and changed its form?"
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