Junior Disciple C

The black snake sprang up on the tree branch. During the leaping process, his upper and lower jaws opened to 180 degrees. Although his current figure is no more than the thickness of a woman's wrist, with this extremely large snake mouth, he can swallow more Something that was several times bigger than his own head.

Naturally, it was more than enough to swallow the crow in front of him.The prey was already close, the fangs opened along with the upper jaw, and there was a trace of pleasure in the scarlet snake eyes that was about to succeed.

When the black snake sprang up, it brought a strong wind, and the crow finally woke up from the state of watching a play.He has been paying attention to the fight between Feng Ye and Ling Yun, and beware of this black snake attacking Feng Ye.But he didn't think that the target of the Black Snake's sneak attack was not Feng Ye, but himself.

Careless!Crow thought angrily.

The moment he sensed the attack, he spread his wings and wanted to leave the branch.But the black snake had been patiently dormant for so long, and suddenly launched an attack. Naturally, the distance it jumped was calculated, and the crow had no way of escaping.

But thanks to the fast reaction of the crow, he was not bitten on the neck or something critical.He was bitten by a black snake in the wing. The bird's wings look big, but in fact there is very little skin and flesh, and most of them are long flight feathers that help to fly.

The black snake bit the bird's feather, but he didn't let go, he bit it firmly, and pulled several flying feathers off the crow's left wing.

As the flying feathers fell off, the crow bitten by the black snake was finally able to leave.But he didn't leave too far, just hovered not far from the branch where the black snake was, a safe distance that the black snake couldn't attack.

There are two reasons why he didn't leave. One is because he can't fly too far. The flight feathers have a great effect on the flight of birds. He lost several of them at once, and he felt very difficult to fly such a short distance.

Secondly... the crow's black pupils reflected the black snake with its own feathers in its mouth, and spitting out the feathers in distaste. The black snake looked at the crow hovering in the air, and raised its neck, full of provocation. Spit out the snake letter.

This revenge is not a crow!

The crow was furious, such a dirty monster dared to sneak attack him!

Although this is just his incarnation outside the body, it depends on the master to hunt birds!

The crow spread its wings and glides through the air with the help of the wind. He found a good angle and aimed his sharp beak at the black snake's eyes.

The black snake bowed its upper body, while avoiding the crow's attack, it waited for an opportunity to bite the opponent again.

However, the crow has already suffered a loss once, and this time it is extra careful, not to mention that birds have a great advantage against these non-flying creatures, and some raptors themselves feed on snakes.

He didn't peck the black snake's eyes, but he also pecked the black snake's body, and the scales peeled off from the snake.The black snake is not an entity, but only a black mist.

These snake scales turned into mist and drifted away shortly after leaving the snake, and the broken parts of the snake's body quickly transformed into new scales.

But the crow's attack was not useless. Most of the black snake's power was scattered around, forming a barrier to isolate interference. This snake-sized black mist was one of the few powers he could separate.

There are already a few of them, so naturally there is no extra power to supplement.Although the black mist in the black snake's body filled the injured part, the part pecked away by the crow did not come back, and the snake's body became slightly smaller.

This change was so slight that even crows with excellent eyesight did not notice it.

But even without noticing it, he persevered in attacking, darting back and forth near the black snake, pecking off a snake scale after a while, in order to vent his inner anger of being offended by the monster.

The black snake was not to be outdone. Although the crow had a great advantage, he could hardly attack the opponent, but he waited patiently, while trying to avoid it as much as possible, waiting for the right time to hit.

The birds and snakes on the tree were fighting fiercely, and Feng Ye and Ling Yun under the tree were also fighting inseparably.

The sword light dazzled under the moonlight, and the figures of the two also separated and overlapped in each attack.

Both sides are masters of swordsmanship, their comprehension of swordsmanship is far beyond comparison, whether it is flaws or weaknesses, it is difficult to find them, and what is exposed occasionally is likely to be a trap to lure the enemy deliberately.

Feng Ye's sword moves are treacherous and changeable. Although he is definitely young among the gods of the heavens, thousands of years have allowed him to experience various sword techniques. One second's swordplay may open and close, as fast as electricity, and the next second may be a trickle of water, with silk wrapped around the fingertips.

This kind of change often makes the opponent unable to react in time, so that they completely fall into Feng Ye's rhythm and lose in the end.

But Ling Yun couldn't, because of his limited age, no matter how well-informed he was, he was still inferior to Feng Ye.However, the essence of kendo is not that complicated, it is nothing more than chopping, stabbing and slashing.

There are countless sword moves in the world. Even if he has not seen all of them, he has cultivated his own sword moves to the extreme. He knows the weak point of each of his sword moves, and he also knows from which angle the opponent is most likely to strike back.

He responds to all changes with the same.

The battle between the two sides was inextricable, but the outcome was hard to tell.

The swords collided again, this time the two did not separate immediately, but each tensed the muscles in their arms to wrestle with the swords.

The two are very close, and some details that were not noticed when they were far away are all exposed to the eyes.

Feng Ye stared at Ling Yun's left face, those ugly burn scars that were not covered by skin.

Most of these burns were caused by the sky fire, and only the sky fire can cause such great damage to monks in the conjoined stage.

Although Ling Yun didn't die from the fire a hundred years ago, the process of escaping was very dangerous.

What he said before should not be a lie. For him now, lies are unnecessary. He doesn't care about anyone, and naturally he doesn't care about others' accusations of his crazy thoughts.

So a hundred years ago, he really didn't know the truth about Jianmu. He became an accomplice of the monster ascending to the sky without knowing it.

Ling Yun used to be the leader of a faction, his behavior is obvious to all, although he is a bit rebellious, he also acts aboveboard.He is completely different from today's Ling Yun who is doing everything he can to achieve his goals.

It must have happened in the past hundred years, turning him into an evil ghost who only knows hatred.

Feng Ye wanted to ask this question before, but before he could ask, Ling Yun had already attacked, his sword moving so fast that he could not be distracted.The current process of wrestling is a rare gap, Feng Ye did not relax his hands, he asked Ling Yun in front of him through the two swords that were tightly pressed together: "You are looking for Jianmu again to open Wujin The entrance of the horizon, to disrupt the world of heaven and man?"

Hearing this, Ling Yun glanced at Feng Ye, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and the ugly scar on the left half of his face twisted with the pulled muscles, making it look even more terrifying.

He affirmed: "Not bad."

While he was speaking, his arms were vigorous, and the intersecting blades trembled slightly due to the increased strength.

In terms of physical fitness, Feng Ye's possessed body was not as good as Ling Yun's. Feng Ye couldn't resist, so he took a step back with his sword.

And in the process of retracement, ask: "Why?"

Leaving aside the right and wrong of the incident a hundred years ago, the person Ling Yun resents is nothing but him. If there is any hatred or resentment, just go to him. Why should he grow Jianmu with the monster and harm innocent people.

Although Feng Ye only asked three words, Ling Yun could also see what he meant. He continued to attack, slashed at Feng Ye with his sword, and asked in the sound of "Zheng" when the swords collided: "Innocent? People who deserve to be called innocent?"

Feng Ye was startled by the question, he didn't have time to think, because Ling Yun's offensive was further accelerated, and his fierce sword move before was not at full strength, but was just a test.

But right now, he already had a general understanding of Feng Ye's moves, he had no reservations, and under the suddenly intensified offensive, Feng Ye had no choice but to retreat again and again.

"How will I treat the world? How will the world treat me!" Ling Yun yelled while cutting, his voice hoarse and exhausted.

He had never thought of keeping a sacred tree like Jianmu for himself, and he had exhausted his painstaking efforts in planting Jianmu, and he generously shared the fruits of his hard-earned achievements with the monks all over the world.

Those monks were full of praise for him, and rushed to climb to the sky along the building tree he planted, but once the giant tree collapsed and the sky fire fell to the ground, he became a sinner who was condemned by thousands of people.

Because he was afraid of Ying Long, he indiscriminately blamed all the crimes on him. Never before had anyone complained about his injustice or redressed his grievances.

Maybe there are, but those people are always too few, too few, and they are covered under those huge accusations, and their voices cannot be heard.

He hated Ying Long, and also hated this group of ungrateful people.

Feng Ye's eyes were fixed on the sword's edge that kept coming. He was tired of coping, but he still managed to refute Ling Yun's question: "So what if it's like this! Your junior brother has never owed you, and you have never owed him anything!" Do you want to ignore it?!"

"What do you know!" Ling Yun yelled loudly because he didn't know if he was poked at a sore spot, his eyes were widened, and the veins on his neck were exposed because of the force of his shouting.

Because of his intense emotions, his sword speed actually accelerated again, Feng Ye was completely at a disadvantage, he couldn't make extra offensive moves except for passive defense.

"Do you know how I have spent these hundred years?! Do you know how these sword scars on my face came from?! How did the gods who are high above know the pain of hell!"

Ling Yun's face was ferocious and distorted, he could no longer distinguish human form, more like a ghost.

Feng Ye stared blankly at this face. Although he had noticed the burns and sword scratches on Ling Yun's left face before, he didn't have time to think about it.

Hearing Ling Yun's questioning, he realized something vaguely. There was something under the marks of the sword scratches, which looked like a pattern, but it was covered by the scars of the sword, so it was not easy to notice.

But when Feng Ye looked carefully, he finally saw some clues, the pattern hidden under the scar of the sword, very much like... a totem.

The totem tattooed by the Xiqiang people on the slaves.

Feng Ye's pupils tightened, could it be that...

His thoughts were mixed, memories were mixed with the distorted face in front of him, coupled with Ling Yun's aggressive attack, he showed his flaws.

Ling Yun seemed to be a shark smelling blood, and the sword turned around and stabbed at this opening.

When Ling Yun noticed the flaw, Feng Ye himself also noticed it. He realized that something was wrong, so he immediately tightened his mind and fought the enemy with all his strength.

But it was too late, the blade had already passed the protection, arrived at his chest, and slashed down diagonally.

At the same time, the battle between the crow and the black snake has also entered a fierce battle. The black snake has more and more scales pecked off by the bird's beak, and his figure is getting smaller and smaller after regeneration.

It used to be the thickness of a woman's wrist, but now it is only as thick as a thumb.

Corvidae are already relatively intelligent species among birds, not to mention this one is particularly intelligent.He also realized the weakness of the black snake's power.

He estimated the size of the black snake, and felt that it was about the same, so he stopped attacking with the beak, but flew above the black snake, swooped down, and pointed his sharp claws at the black snake.

He was going to grab the black snake and tear it in half with his sharp claws. If he couldn't tear it apart, he would throw it from a high altitude and fall to his death. This is the usual hunting method of birds.

He had been fighting with the black snake for so long, except for the sneak attack at the beginning, the black snake never touched half of his hair, and the crow's confidence was inflated, but it was inevitable that he would get carried away.

The snake's eyes flickered fiercely, and he looked up at the sky, at the crow that swooped towards him, and while the crow was catching him, he also caught the flaw that the crow had been waiting for for a long time.

He bit the crow's right wing, and wrapped the crow tightly with the snake's body that was not caught by the claws.

The crow and the black snake became entangled, and when the crow realized that it was being bitten, it subconsciously flapped its wings and flew into the sky, trying to get rid of the black snake.

However, his left wing was missing a few flying feathers, and the remaining intact right wing was bitten again, which made it difficult for him to move. He staggered and staggered while flying, and fought with the black snake that was entangled with him.

But after flying a few meters, he fell down.

During the fall, he let go of his claws, and after the black snake bit off a few more flying feathers from his right wing, he also let go of his mouth.

The two entangled shadows were finally separated.

The crow looked up, looking at the sky that was getting farther and farther away, feeling bad.

He wanted to fly again, but the injured wings could no longer control his balance, so he could only fall straight down.

He might be the first bird to fall to his death.Crow closed his eyes depressed.

However, the expected impact with the hard ground did not come.

Feng Ye and Ling Yun opened the distance again. Both sides were a little exhausted from the battle just now and needed time to recover their breath.

The clothes on his chest were cut by the sword, revealing the bruised wounds underneath.

The wound was not deep, because he had remedied it in time, and did not hurt the bones, but it also cut the flesh of the chest, dripping with blood.

Feng Ye's gaze was originally fixed on Ling Yun, but he suddenly noticed that something had fallen from above, like a ball of black hair, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to catch it.

When Crow opened his eyes suspiciously, he met Feng Ye's eyes.

Feng Ye: "..."

The battle situation at this time is actually very dangerous, he is already at a disadvantage, and has been injured one after another, while Ling Yun is not injured at all, the balance of victory has been greatly tilted in Ling Yun's favor.

Feng Ye's mood should have been very serious, but when he looked at the crow that crashed from the sky, he was speechless for a moment.

The crow lay on Feng Ye's palm for a moment, then jumped up with a grunt, his left and right wings were injured, he couldn't fly too high, he half flopped and half jumped, followed Feng Ye's arm to stand on Feng Ye's shoulder, and then He stared at the enemy opposite with his mung bean-sized eyes, trying to pretend that the scene just now didn't happen.

This is not the time to fight, Feng Ye put his speechless mood aside, and looked at the opposite side with the crow on his shoulder.

Ling Yun was standing with his sword in his hand, and he was also holding something on his shoulder.

The black snake and the crow fell from the sky together, but the black snake didn't fall to death, the snake's body turned into a black mist in the air, returned to Ling Yun's body, and then condensed into a snake shape again.

The black snake spat out the letter on the side of Ling Yun's neck, the snake's eyes were fixed on Feng Ye, and also on the crow on Feng Ye's shoulder.The superposition of the cold snakes and Ling Yun's ghost-like face made them look even more dangerous and terrifying.

On Feng Ye's side, Feng Ye has the appearance of an ordinary person, who usually looks harmless and gentle, and the crow is also an ordinary crow, and is a little bald because of being bitten off. Just in terms of momentum, he feels like he has lost the other party. one head.

How does this work!

The crow thought angrily.He shook his few remaining feathers, puffed out his furry chest, and tried his best to show his majesty, and to give Feng Ye a boost.

Feng Ye didn't pay attention to the crow's childish behavior, his eyes were fixed on Ling Yun, and at the same time, he hurriedly adjusted his breathing.

His chest was heaving up and down due to the violent fight, he moved his wrist, which was sore from the repeated impacts, and then, after his breathing calmed down a little, he raised his sword forward again.

Ling Yun shot at the same moment, and the distance between them shortened in an instant.

The crow jumped off Feng Ye's shoulder while Feng Ye was attacking, unable to fly, he followed Feng Ye's arm holding the sword and ran on the smooth sword.

Then, when the sword was about to touch Ling Yun, he jumped up from the front of the sword and went straight to Ling Yun's neck.

The black snake also sprang up at the same time, entangled with the crow again.

Feng Ye and Ling Yun's swords met, and the two blacks also became entangled, and both rolled off Ling Yun's shoulders, and rolled to the corner of the barrier.

After falling twice in a row, the crow finally understood the dangers of underestimating the enemy. Even though he couldn't fly, he could still use his wings to vacate briefly.

He fluttered his wings, caught the black snake with his paws half-bouncing and half-flying, and carefully avoided the black snake's bite.

The black snake's figure was no longer what it was at the beginning. The black snake with thick thumbs was successfully caught by the crow, and its sharp claws pierced through the protection of the scales and embedded in the flesh.

The crow scratched and pecked, and finally tore the black snake in half.

The black snake gradually stopped moving, as if it was dead, and he threw the broken snake body on the ground.

He also stood on the ground, keeping a safe distance of more than half a meter from the black snake's body to prevent the black snake from cheating on the body.

The black snake's body was already stiff, and the scarlet snake pupils also lost their brilliance. The snake's body was collapsing and turning into black mist, floating in the air.

It was he who won.The crow thought proudly.

He held his chest high, with the pride of a winner.

But he didn't realize it at all, and something happened suddenly at the barrier formed by the black mist behind him.

The black snake, which was several times thicker than the previous black snake, came out of the barrier. The black snake spit out a message and swam forward. The crow bites.

His current stature can even eat humans, not to mention the little crow, he didn't use any strength at all, and the crow didn't have a chance to struggle, so he swallowed and swallowed it.

"Tch!" Hao Chen opened his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

This black snake doesn't obey the rules!After a good fight, he suddenly became bigger, using the big to bully the small!

But after thinking about it, it seems that there are no rules in fighting.

Thinking of this, Hao Chen glanced sideways at Fang Yang and Cao Zirui, seeing that they were still digging hard, he continued his actions with peace of mind.

He threw the folding fan in his hand on the spot, and the remaining twelve bones on the folding fan spontaneously separated.

The fan bones turned into feathers, and the feathers turned into crows. Twelve crows lined up and flew into the air.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui finally noticed the movement of the crows.Fang Yang looked at the crows and exclaimed, "There are so many crows!"

Cao Zirui also looked at the crows, and asked with some doubts: "Where did these crows come from?" Why did it feel like they appeared out of thin air.

No one answered, Fang Yang didn't know the answer, and Hao Chen, standing alone, didn't know what he was doing.

Cao Zirui temporarily put aside his doubts and continued with the task at hand.

On the inside of the barrier, twelve crows lined up in a neat vertical row, like cannonballs, swooping in the direction of the black snake

Black Snake looked at the crows that had made a comeback. He spat out the letter and cursed in a bad tone: "Kunpeng who doesn't know what's good or bad."

He propped up his body which was several times bigger than the crows, opened the snake's mouth, and waited for the opportunity to swallow the twelve crows one by one.

The two sides got entangled again. Although the crows were small, they were more numerous. Even if the black snake occasionally bit one, there were still other crows that continued to attack.

They are playing more and more lively, and their numbers and sizes have each been greatly improved.But Feng Ye didn't have time to pay attention to the situation here, he tried his best to fight Ling Yun.

Although he rested for a while, the battle situation didn't improve, he was still at a disadvantage, Ling Yun completely suppressed him, and he kept retreating.

"Do you know where this place is?" Perhaps because of being aroused by Feng Ye's question just now, Ling Yun actually opened his mouth during the fight.

"The ruins of the Western Qiang Imperial City." Ling Yun asked and answered himself, with a familiar tone.

Feng Ye's expression froze. He looked at the totem hidden under the scratch on Ling Yun's left face. It seemed that he had expected that Ling Yun had been here before.

Xiqiang is an ancient country that existed thousands of years ago, and Lingyun is only a hundred years old, so naturally he did not come to the historical Xiqiang imperial city, but, like Feng Ye, he came to the Xiqiang imperial city formed by the illusion in the endless vision.

The shadow that has never faded in the gap of time.

Then there is an explanation for why Lingyun became like this. It is a purgatory on earth... where living people can turn into evil spirits and wipe out all humanity.

"The ugliness of the human heart, a god like you, who is so spotless, will never understand." Ling Yun suddenly changed his tone again. He used to want to tell the tone before, but now it is mocking.

The filthy and unbearable human nature he has seen, and the aloof God in front of him will never be able to understand, so no matter how much he speaks, it will be useless. No one can understand his pain, and no one can understand it.

But in the end, he knows the way to vent, which is to ignite this hypocritical and filthy world and the heavens together with the flame of hatred, and turn them into ashes together.

He speeded up his sword power, wanting to step on the god who is known as the god of war, and complete the first step of his revenge plan.

Feng Ye pursed his lips tightly. He already had a rough idea of ​​the truth.

He blocked Ling Yun's attack with a sword, and retreated at the same time, keeping a little distance from Ling Yun.

Ling Yun was not in a hurry to pursue him either. In his opinion, Feng Ye was already at the end of his battle, and his defeat was already set. Right now, he was just fighting in a corner.

No matter what Ling Yun thought, Feng Ye lowered his head, unable to distinguish his expression.

Their side was close to victory, but the battle between the black snake and the crows was over. The black snake bit the last crow and swallowed it whole.

No matter how flexible the crow is, no matter how much it takes advantage of its flight, the difference in body size is too great, and it is no match for the black snake at all.

Twelve crows plus the previous one, a total of thirteen, all entered his stomach.

The snake's body was a little bloated from swallowing the food, and the black snake stayed where it was, waiting for the food to be digested in the body.

On both sides of the battlefield, it seems that Feng Ye's side lost.

However, there was a sudden change, and the body part of the black snake that contained the food suddenly twitched, as if something was rushing here and there in his body.

Black Snake didn't feel pain, but he could also feel the changes in his body, needless to say, it must be the fault of that Kunpeng.

He wanted to stop it, crushing it with the black mist that made up his body, but the thing was too huge for him to stop.

Accompanied by a sharp bird song that resounded through the long night, a roc that was bigger than the black snake burst out of the snake's belly.

The snake's body was torn from the inside, and the black snake's figure began to collapse, as did the black mist that formed the surrounding barrier.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui, who had finally dug up all the soil outside, had just taken a breath when they saw the several-meter-high barrier suddenly start to melt, revealing the hidden scene inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is a bird, a giant bird that has never been seen before.

The great bird soared into the sky, and the hurricane of his great wings swept away the black mist, and his song resounded through the long night.

Fang Yang opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Is that a falcon?" But it doesn't look like it. The falcon doesn't seem to be that big either. When its wings are spread out, it is twice as big as an adult man.

Cao Zirui's surprise was not much better than Fang Yang's. He had never seen such a huge bird before, and the two looked up at the spectacle together.

Hao Chen was also watching, not at the roc in the sky, but at the black mist that was melting. He sneered and mocked in a low voice: "Compared with me, you're courting death!"

After he finished mocking the defeated snake, he turned his gaze to Feng Ye. Coincidentally, Feng Ye raised his face at the same time.

Due to the limited angle, he could only see Feng Ye's profile, but Ling Yun could see the front.

Looking into Feng Ye's eyes, Ling Yun suddenly felt trembling.

It was obvious that Feng Ye had already suffered a sword wound and was at a disadvantage compared to before, but for no reason, he actually felt that Feng Ye at this moment was more dangerous than before.

Those black eyes were cold and firm, exactly like the gods on the clouds a hundred years ago.

Maybe this is what God of War really looks like.Ling Yun suddenly realized this.

"You say I don't understand?" Feng Ye said suddenly.His tone was cold, like ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

Blood continued to ooze from the wound on his chest. He was unconscious and only held on to the hilt of the sword tightly.

Ling Yun was taken aback by the question, Feng Ye didn't wait for Ling Yun's answer, he swung his sword and stabbed towards him. He changed his previous slump and stopped retreating, and the sword was faster and stronger than before.

Just like Ling Yun didn't show his full strength at the beginning, neither did Feng Ye.

It's just that there are too many distracting thoughts in his mind, and he can't help being distracted.

But right now, after thinking about everything, he has nothing else to do.

Ling Yun blocked subconsciously. He blocked it very quickly, but he still missed the best angle. As a result, his powerful wrist couldn't completely avoid the opponent's fierce force, and he was slightly numb from the shock.

He wanted to fight back, but Feng Ye's next blow came again. Feng Ye's sudden change of momentum was enough to surprise him, but it was far less surprised than what Feng Ye said.

"Is it the indelible totem of humiliation branded on the body with a branding iron, or the eyes that are treated like lowly animals?"

Feng Ye looked cold and stern. He swung his sword while shouting. His sword became faster and faster, and his shouts became louder and louder: "Is it the chain that passes through the shoulder blade? Every breath will drive the chain through the body, is it?" That kind of pain, the kind of pain that is so painful that it hurts so much that only hatred can survive!"

Ling Yun retreated steadily, he felt his hand tremble slightly, because he couldn't bear the repeated blows and he couldn't hold the hilt of the sword steadily.

He wanted to find an opportunity to interrupt Feng Ye's offensive, but he didn't have no chance, but every word of Feng Ye's words was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart, stirring up monstrous waves.

It was Feng Ye who was involuntarily distracted before, but now it's his turn.

"In countless dark and deserted nights, I gritted my teeth, scratched my flesh with my fingertips, and hoped that those people would die, and that they would never be reborn in hell!"

"But it's not enough, the world is so ugly, it's not enough to kill this group of people, it's better to destroy them all, the evil spirits crawling out of hell will devour all the creatures in the mortal world, making them crawl and tremble at my feet !"

Ling Yun's mind was shocked, and his hand holding the sword reached the limit at the same time.

"You say I don't understand?!" Feng Ye roared out the last sentence, and at the same time, he swung his sword one last time.

The iron sword in Ling Yun's hand flew in response to the sound, and he didn't even have any other reaction, just stood there in a daze.

Victory and defeat.

Feng Ye's chest heaved violently, he calmed down his breathing, and put the sword across Ling Yun's neck.

Regardless of the astonished stares around him, he just looked at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun only looked at him, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Feng Ye spoke out for him: "Why would I know?"

He looked at Ling Yun, who was wide-eyed in astonishment, and slightly slowed down his fierce tone: "Because most people who have experienced this think so, full of hatred, why am I in such pain, and those people Anle and peace? Why don’t I come incarnate as an evil spirit and pull the world to suffer and perish in hell together.”

"Ling Yun, you are not special." Feng Ye looked directly into Ling Yun's eyes.

There was a lot of information in what Feng Ye said, but Ling Yun grasped one of the keywords keenly, and he repeated it: "Most?"

"Are you saying there are exceptions?" Ling Yun's tone was full of disbelief and mockery.

He didn't believe that someone could turn into a revenge-only evil spirit like him after experiencing all this.

Feng Ye looked at him steadfastly, and after a long while, he gave an answer: "Yes."

Without waiting for Ling Yun to ask, he took the initiative to explain.

He paused every word: "There are still people who become people who kill ghosts and all kinds of evil."

His last word fell, and the sword edge on Ling Yun's neck also slashed off.