Qin Kun just sank with the monk. The monk's expression and last look at the despair of the world made Qin Kun angry and powerless.

At some point, the lake water disappeared, Qin Kun was wet, and his strength was exhausted.

He sat on a stone mill and saw a group of soldiers catching strong men.

A tall and burly man was resisting, his wife and children were screaming, and the man was buried in the ground by the group of soldiers.

His child was pressed to the spot, watching his father's head being cut off, and his mother was dragged into the house by the group of soldiers. The man's head flew to Qin Kun's feet. Qin Kun wanted to hold his head up, but grabbed it.

Qin Kun could no longer control his tears. The man's child threw himself on his father's head and picked it up. Qin Kun saw the despair, madness, anger and resentment from the heart, and the helplessness hidden in his eyes. Before his eyes were completely dim, Qin Kun found that his eyes had turned, looked at his child, and finally stayed in the direction of his wife's disappearance.

Crazy...

Qin Kun felt that he was going crazy...

He covered his cheeks, and huge and sad negative emotions poured into his head. So what about anger, and he was powerless to resist! He could not touch everything here, change everything here, or even hear their voices and last words.

He covered his cheeks with sorrow, let out a beast roar, and tears rolled out. He didn't want to experience this feeling anymore.

Qin Kun knelt down and looked at the sky. He knelt on the ground and looked at the sky. He kowtowed to God for the first time. He didn't want to experience this feeling anymore, he would be crazy...

Everything here will not be diverted by Qin Kun's will. Qin Kun, who was kneeling on the ground, found himself in a dilapidated house, like a pigpen, with shit and urine flowing, and the things in the room were smashed to pieces. A crazy man in gorgeous clothes slapped the door and begged to go out with a desperate expression.

No one paid attention to him.

There is no one around.

On his wall, there were dense words "典", claustrophobic space, desperate space, and a hemp rope and a bottle of poisonous wine were placed in front of him.

Qin Kun is already numb.

He saw three big words with dried blood on the wall killing me. He smiled helplessly and exhaustedly.

I don’t know how long I have been with this person, but the word “六” on the last wall is already full.

The claustrophobic space completely turned the man into a madman.

He was laughing nervously, doing some behaviors that only a psychopath could do, and finally couldn't stand this claustrophobic fear. He tied the hemp rope to the beam of the house and looked outside through the window edge. His wife and the manager of the family were flirting without hesitation.

The man bit his teeth, as if he was about to stare out his eyes and cast their appearance in his mind.

Under the beam of the house, his feet were hung in the air, his tongue stretched out very long, and he could not die with his eyes open.

Qin Kun leaned against the wall of the room, watching the moonlight sprinkle through the window edges, pulling the person's shadow very long.

Not gone yet?

Qin Kun saw that the surrounding environment was still there, and the iron door was not opened until the corpse rotted and became smelly, and his hair was almost growing to the ground.

Everything about the man was thrown in, a fire burned his existence.

...

Qin Kun walked back into darkness.

Confused, helpless, lost, like a walking corpse, I seemed to have forgotten who I am.

Everything in nothingness changes as you walk numbly.

It was a low mountain.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain.

In the Taoist temple, countless corpses were everywhere, and countless refugees cried in groups, supplying the only food to the statues of the Sanqing in the hall. They were kowtowing, praying, and even regardless of the life and death of the elderly and children.

Qin Kun saw that outside, countless barbarian soldiers bit a small group of troops and fought fiercely in the mountains.

In the evening, the setting sun cries blood.

A young Taoist priest wearing patches and slender temples looked at the villagers who were in trouble, his eyes were so angry that he was scattered and tears rolled in the corners of his eyes.

The Taoist priest arranged a place for the refugees, wiped away their tears, and after walking to the Sanqing, he used all his strength to smash the golden statue to pieces.

His actions surprised the six Taoist priests around him.

The young Taoist priest pushed the Taoist robe away and sat in the first seat.

Qin Kun sat on the threshold opposite him and saw the young Taoist priest's lips twitching, and he slowly opened his mouth, which became consistent with his lips.

"Only defending the eight wildernesses of the aftershocks."

"What's wrong if you don't worship the Three Pure Ones."

"I have obtained the infinite gods of Heavenly Venerables."

"There is no white bones in the blue sky."

Is this an angry declaration? I'm afraid it's a powerless roar...

Qin Kun smiled sadly. He saw the young Taoist priest holding out a flat wooden box. The young Taoist priest stabbed into his forehead with a knife and stroked it vertically.

The knife marks were twisted and twisted, and blood was pouring on the cheeks. Blood dripped into the wooden box, and one cheek was cut into two.

I don't know what was in the wooden box, but suddenly there was a red light. Half of the young Taoist priest's cheeks turned white in an instant, and half of them turned black in an instant. His hair began to fall off. His two eyeballs first became red like a demon, and then the red faded, turning into pure white and the other pure black, just the opposite color to the cheeks.

Qin Kun was stunned and stunned. Seeing that in the Sanqing Hall, the young Taoist priest took off his patched Taoist robe, his body was also distinctly black and white, and there seemed to be some strange winding scars. The young Taoist priest wore a dark red robe, with blood dripping down the robe. The young Taoist priest put on a hat, covered his face, and walked towards the mountain, as if he was determined.

A black and white eyeball came towards him, and the moment the young Taoist priest passed through Qin Kun.

Qin Kun woke up completely.

He was still in the Mirage Realm of Ten Dead City, and Manjituo turned into a half-human and half-worm monster in front of him. The sheep-headed stick was inserted from his throat. Qin Kun was facing him when he opened his eyes.

"Hahahahahaha... Gu Yin can't even fight, what qualifications do you have to fight with me?"

"Hold your life from all directions!"

Eight ropes fell from the void, hung the eight beetles, and lifted them up.

"It's useless!" Mangidor laughed excitedly.

There are eight missing and thousands more, what's the use?

Qin Kun's seven scorpion ropes suddenly collapsed.

Mars are splashing everywhere, and each Yama Scorpion rope is composed of seventy-two iron rings, linked together, representing the number of Earthly Evils.

Seven roots are the five hundred and four rings!

The five hundred and four rings of iron ring pierced into the giant insect's head and turned into something like a bull's nose ring.

"Hold your life from all directions!!!"

In the void, the rope came down again and quickly passed through the iron ring and lifted upwards.

On each rope, 63 giant insects were tied together and hung in the void.

"Head pulling technique!"

More than 500 giant insects, as Qin Kun pulled the life-hanging rope hard, his head was pulled out instantly, and he struggled for a while and then stood on the ground.

Their heads were hung on iron rings.

"Flying Head Technique, Nether Explosion!"

The iron ring was retracted and his head flew out.

The number of giant insects around is reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The heads of more than 500 giant insects were each as big as a bull's head, and all exploded, with huge fluctuations and countless casualties.

"how so?!!!"

Mangitho was shocked.

Why did you lose most of your worms in an instant?

He instantly retracted the spell, and the giant worm like a cow became smaller again and returned to him.

When Qin Kun saw that he was restored to its original state, he instantly took back the Yan Scorpion Rope. The iron ring was reorganized again, wrapped around his body, swaying like a scorpion tail, hooking Manjituo.

"Kunlun Demon, I underestimate you!"

Manjitau has a special constitution, and his injured body heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the insects on his body are also reproducing greatly.

Qin Kun had a expressionless face: "The wings flapping just now sounded good, and I almost said to you!"

Mangitho grinned proudly: "Is that so? If you take me as your teacher, I will teach you. I like you a little!"

Qin Kun smiled stiffly: "I like you a little too. Are you ready? The sound of flapping your wings is coming."

Manjituo was stunned, and Qin Kun put away his smile: "Rebel Death Technique!"

All the pain I just endured was fed back to Manjituo in the form of a conscious attack. Manjituo suddenly found that there was a shadow under his feet!

The shadow was distorted in pain, exactly what Qin Kun, who had just been severely injured by flapping his wings!

Mangitho was in pain for a moment and suddenly broke his legs. The new foot turned into a worm appeared, stepped on the ground, and separated from the shadow.

"This form of mental attack cannot hurt me!" Mangitho roared!

"What about physical attacks?"

Qin Kun's iron chain suddenly vibrated at a high frequency under the drive, and the sound was harsh and sharp, even more than the flapping of the Manjituo insect's wings just now!
To be continued...