Ling Cheng is not afraid of death, but Ye Ling has to protect him. In addition, their children will come to the world in seven days. At this time, the Qiankun Painting must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others.

"Chasing, don't let him run away!" Yu Jin gave the order and followed with a few dozen people from the door.

Although Tang Ying had not spoken, he looked down at the corpses everywhere, and followed the disciples behind him.

But I didn't know that Mu Han was watching their actions coldly, with a touch of playful smile on his face.

A group of idiots, chasing a stray dog, abandoned this great Lingxi Mountain.

"Lingxi, from today on, I will let your surname be Mu, Muhan Mu, Muxi, you are mine! Ahhaha..."

The rampant laughter rippled at the foot of Lingxi Mountain for a long time. He did it in the cold, destroying the fox clan and taking over Lingxi, and eventually becoming the object of admiration for the world.

...

Three days later, Mu Han made a decisive decision and the news of killing the fox king with his hand was spreading in the human world.

Many people who think that they have only ambitions and have nowhere to display their practice have come to join him.

In just three days, the cold weather rose to fame and gained both fame and fortune.

Everyone in the world says Mu Han is the chosen one of God, the incarnation of justice, and the nemesis of demons.

But Ling Cheng became the unforgivable sinner in the eyes of the world and was despised by thousands of people.

Collusion with the fox clan, deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, and the seventy-eight lives that died absurdly at the foot of Muxi Mountain, these things are all untolerable!

No one knew that in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, most of the seventy-eight dead people died under Mu Han's sword.

Only by completely angering the two idiots Yu Jin and Tang Ying would they willingly pursue Ling Cheng, and then he would reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The bait he threw out by Mu Han never tempted the little fish Ling Cheng.

It’s Lingxi, and even the whole world!

...

Ling Cheng escaped for three days without sleep, finally shook Yu Jin, Tang Ying and others away, and was stumbled towards Liyang.

There is their home there, and there are many beautiful memories of him and Ye Ling. Even if he dies, he will die in a place where he meets her, knows and loves her!

Silent, dead silence!

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and all the corpses of people's heads and bodies were separated from people's heads and blood stains. From 80-year-olds to babies who had just finished their month old were all spared.

Their pupils were wide open in shock, and tears of despair seemed to hang on the corners of their eyes. They were panic, unwilling to accept, and in pain. They didn't know who they had offended until they died, and why they ended up like this.

Every step Ling Cheng took was like stepping on someone else's body, so heavy that he almost suffocated.

The fight seemed to continue, and you could vaguely hear a man's rampant laughter and the continuous screams of the people.

Ling Chengxun ran away and saw a man wearing ink-colored feathered clothes standing with his hands behind his back, smiling unrestrainedly at the people who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowed and begging for mercy.

Behind the people were the strong men, holding steel knives and having a vicious smile on their faces.

The hand was raised, the knife fell, and blood splattered everywhere. Bloody heads flew out from their bodies, rolled a few times on the bloody ground, and finally stopped slowly with despair and unwillingness.

Dozens of bodies kneeling on the ground suddenly fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the neck that had long lost its head and flowed all the way to the man's feet.

He was still laughing, his laughter was even more ferocious and evil than the evil ghosts from the eighteen levels of hell.

The strong men holding steel knives walked towards the people behind them who were held hostage at the moment they fell to the ground.

The unarmed people had only tears flowing in their eyes except fear. Even if they were pleading for mercy and kowtow, they were still repeating.

"Feiyu, stop!" Ling Cheng roared angrily, then flew in front of him, staring at him with a fierce look.

Feiyu was a little surprised at first, and then laughed wildly again. The person he was waiting for finally came.

With a big hand, the feather soldier holding a steel knife nodded immediately. As the knife was raised again, dozens of innocent people fell into a pool of blood.

Ling Cheng looked back in shock and saw the strong men walking forward again, with the steel knife in their hands constantly dripping with blood, but they were as if they had stepped on an ant to death, and their faces remained unchanged.

"No," Ling Cheng stepped forward quickly, held the sword and picked up the steel knife in the hand of a strong man, and then kicked him in the abdomen.

The man was immediately kicked away several feet away and finally fell into a stone wall. As he fell to the ground, a human-shaped hole had been left on the wall.

This rapid attack only saved one person, but the others still could not escape the attack of the god of death and fell into a pool of blood.

"Are you satisfied with this visual feast I personally arranged for you?" Feiyu stepped on the blood all over the ground and approached Ling Cheng step by step.

Ling Cheng held the trembling middle-aged woman, looked back and glared at Feiyu, and asked, "Are you crazy?"

"Yes! I'm crazy, what about you?" The low and cruel words were full of desolation.

For Ye Ling's happiness, he chose to give up. Even though he was heartbroken and reluctant to leave, he still never came to disturb them.

I thought Ling Cheng would be good for Ye Ling for the rest of his life, but what about him? He was unwilling to do so and even led his people to destroy the entire fox clan.

If Ye Li hadn't escaped and told him everything, he would still be in the dark, but his Ling'er would never have come back.

At noon the second day after the fox tribe was destroyed, Fei Yu took people to support him. But the targets were all the corpses of countless fox tribe creatures. There was not even a living creature in the huge Lingxi River, and Ye Ling was gone.

Since Ling Cheng deliberately destroyed the fox clan, he killed the mortals protected by the so-called righteous people.

And the first place to attack was where Ling Cheng first kidnapped Ye Ling.

He ordered people to arrest all the people and then execute them one by one.

He wanted Ling Cheng to see everything he cared about with his own eyes disappear under his nose, just as he once watched Ye Ling get married with him and disappear from his side.

He deserves to die if he gets it!

But the lives of hundreds of creatures in the fox clan can be repaid by Ling Cheng alone?

He wants him to know that these people died because of him!

Ling Cheng shook his head and roared angrily: "Feiyu, they are all innocent people. If you hold a grudge against me, come directly at me!" After saying that, he pointed his sword at Feiyu.

Feiyu laughed furiously: "Haha..., innocent? Should the fox tribe die for hundreds of lives?

Put away your false benevolence and righteousness, it’s all about killing people, everyone is about each other!”

This sentence just hit Ling Cheng's weakness. Although the demise of the fox clan was not what he wanted, it also arose because of him. How could he not know that he was seriously guilty?

The raised arms were hanging down weakly, and he staggered back two steps, and the blood under his feet was still

It was flowing constantly, just like his heart, and it had already flowed into a river of blood.

He raised his eyes and pointed his sword at Feiyu again, "That's right, today you will either die or I will die!"

He grabbed the woman's shoulder, jumped and landed on the rubble on the roof, pressed her down to sit, and leaned down.

He waved the sword in his palm and hit Fei Yu's throat.

Fei Yu curled his lips and smiled, and flicked Mo Sleep, and clamped Zhuxie with two fingers. At this time, the tip of the sword was less than two inches away from his throat.

Ling Cheng was in a stalemate in the air, his wrist was constantly exerting force, but the tip of the sword still failed to approach the other party.

With a sharp turn, Zhu Xie pulled him back, and gently tapped his toes on the stone wall, and chopped him down with his sword again.

Feiyu didn't seem to want to fight him. After dodging the attack sideways, he jumped to the roof, twisted the woman with panic on her face, and pinched her throat with her big palm.

Ling Cheng realized it was too late. The woman didn't even have time to shout. With a "click", she fell from the roof and smashed on the bloody floor.

The killing behind him continued. He watched one innocent people after another fall in a pool of blood, but no one could save him.

Feiyu laughed wildly, and suddenly heard a burst of rapid footsteps. His eyes changed suddenly, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Well come. Since they are all here, I'll send them to hell together!

Mu Han led a large number of monks to Liyang City. He knew Ling Cheng and knew that he would definitely return here, and this place would eventually become his burial place.

However, he still didn't expect that Liyang City had already become a purgatory on earth. When he saw the corpses everywhere, he had another plan in his mind.

"Ling Cheng, you are so despicable, colluding with the demon clan and harming the people. It seems that I can't spare you." He just wanted his reputation to ruin his life and death.

"Go up," Mu Han waved his hand, and dozens of monks behind him immediately drew their swords and took action, each of whom approached Ling Cheng with a fierce look.

Ling Cheng's eyes gradually turned colder. At this time, Mu Han was the first to think that it was not to save people, but to frame himself. It was really shameless!

"Mu Han, today I will do my best to heaven and tear you apart!" After saying that, he flew over the heads of the monks and slashed at Mu Han with a sword.

Mu Han had already drawn out his long sword, and his toes turned sharply on the ground for a few times, then he walked behind Ling Cheng, and pointed the sword tip straight to his back.

Ling Cheng leaned over to avoid the attack, Zhu Xie reached the ground, his sword bent slightly, and as he turned over, his toes kicked the other party's forehead.

The strong wind came, and Mu Han half-tilted his body and moved back a few steps, then rose into the air, slashed down with his sword, and Ling Cheng had already flew away.

As the sword energy fell, the ground broke, and the corpses that had just fallen and were not cold flew up together with the stone slabs on the ground.

He waved his sword again, and continued to rotate and force the wrist, driving a whirlwind. He swept the stone slab that was about to fall, and the stone slab directly hit Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng slashed wildly with his sword, and the stone slab was instantly dismantled eight pieces and flew around.

After a moment of pause, the two of them jumped into the air again, and the two swords kept colliding together, with cold light shining and sounds roaring.

The rapid attack as fast as the speed of light was so fast that only two white figures could be seen, constantly separated, interlaced, and separated again in the air.

Fei Yu resisted the urge to applaud, staring at the two of them with their eyes, killing each other, and making a wonderful drama.

The soldiers of the feather tribe were not idle either and slashed at the people with their swords again.
Chapter completed!