Li Hanguang slowly stretched out his hand and held the ball of light containing the artistic conception of killing.

Buzz!

The light ball was like flowing water, sank into Li Hanguang's body along Li Hanguang's palm.

In an instant, a rich blood-colored power fluctuation emanated from Li Hanguang.

Li Hanguang suddenly opened his eyes.

Bloody eyes.

A blood-red world appeared in my eyes.

Between heaven and earth, there is a desolation.

The sky is bloody, the earth is so, and the river is even more...

Dead bones can be seen everywhere!

The whole world is like a mass grave!

Li Hanguang walked alone in the desolate world for many years!

No direction.

I don't know where to go or what to do.

There was only one voice that kept echoing in my mind!

Walk forward!

Can't stop!

Every time you walk a distance, countless creatures will rush up to block Li Hanguang's pace.

But those creatures are so weak.

He couldn't even stop his wave and turned into corpses all over the ground!

Those creatures are fearless of death.

Go one after another.

The corpses under their feet gradually piled up into a giant mountain to support the sky.

The blood behind him had already formed a sea of ​​blood.

Li Hanguang stood at the highest point of the Corpse Mountain and looked at the whole world.

The expression was calm.

Nothing moved at all.

After a long time, he looked at the sky above his head and sighed: "No wonder... Yin Yue seemed to have become a different person after her bloodline transformed!"

After saying that, Li Hanguang turned around and stepped out in one step.

In an instant.

Mountains and rivers collapse.

The world collapses.

All the scenes in front of you, like burned scrolls, turned into pieces of debris until they were powdered.

In the end, all the fantasies disappeared.

...

He is still inside the house.

The tea on the table is still hot and exudes a fascinating aroma.

The memory in my mind seems to contain endless years.

But in fact, it was just a moment.

Li Hanguang tapped on the desktop.

A faint blood-colored ripples emerge from the knocking point, forming ring-shaped ripples that spread around.

In an instant.

The originally impermanent room seemed to turn into a ghost creature in the Senluo.

The terrifying murderous intent almost turned into substance.

The murderous intent condenses into pressure.

This breath is enough to make a person with a slightly poor mind kneel on the ground, and he cannot exert any strength on his body.

Even the liver and gallbladder are broken!

...

Hanhai Peak, Sword Forging Room.

Chu Xiaolian returned here and planned to continue practicing.

suddenly.

He raised his head suddenly, looked in the direction of Hanhai Peak, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "This is..."

In his mind, Yan Chixiao's voice sounded: "Hiss-What a terrifying murderous intent!"

Chu Xiaolian looked solemn: "Is it the direction of the senior brother's courtyard? Is it the senior brother practicing?"

Yan Chixiao looked shocked: "The intensity of this murderous intent... Li Hanguang actually understood the artistic conception of killing!"

Chu Xiaolian said inexplicably: "Killing artistic conception? Is that a kind of sword intent?"

Yan Chixiao shook his head, his eyes full of vicissitudes and confusion: "No!"

"The artistic conception of killing is born only because of killing, and has a terrifying killing power!"

"And, unlike sword intent and sword intent... there are certain requirements for combat methods!"

"It can be perfectly integrated into all combat methods!"

"After comprehension, even if it is just a simple punch and kick, it has the power that makes people scary!"

"It is said that one's cultivation is at its peak, and one look can make one's soul scatter and one's body and spirit die!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaolian's mouth was already unable to close because of surprise.

"There is such a powerful artistic conception in the world?"

"Isn't that stronger than Haoran's sword intent?"

"This may not be true!"

Yan Chixiao pondered: "The rumors are just rumors after all!"

"Until now, I have never heard of anyone who has mastered the artistic conception of killing to the extreme!"

Chu Xiaolian was puzzled: "Why? Because it is extremely obscure and difficult to understand?"

Yan Chixiao shook his head and said, "No, it's very simple! Just kill..."

Chu Xiaolian was stunned: "Kill?"

Yan Chixiao sighed, "No, kill!"

"The artistic conception of killing is the artistic conception that comes from primitive killing and sublimated!"

"It's very simple to understand it, just kill!"

“But it’s also difficult!”

"Because there are many to be killed...!"

Chu Xiaolian felt Yan Chixiao's complex emotions and said in confusion: "What do you think is too much?"

Yan Chixiao thought for a while and said, "In the East Region, there was a demon hero who slaughtered six cities in a row and killed more than 100 million lives in order to understand the first-class killing artistic conception!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaolian's face suddenly changed.

Killing more than 100 million!

Just to understand the first-class killing artistic conception?

How crazy is this?

Chu Xiaolian said in a speechless voice: "The first grade is so terrifying, isn't it behind..."

It is so difficult to understand only one level.

If you want to reach the ultimate state mentioned by Yan Chixiao, wouldn’t you have to destroy most of the five realms?

Who can allow it?

Yan Chixiao knew what he was thinking and shook his head and said, "You are wrong. The more you go, the harder it will be to improve the artistic conception of killing!"

"It's meaningless to kill those weak people who have no resistance!"
To be continued...