Although every resurrection is randomly selected at random in every random resurrection.

Regardless of men, women, old men and women, old men and women, cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, fish and sheep.

In short, as long as it is a creature, it is within the resuscitation of Xia Jian.

It is rich and colorful, which makes Xia Jian feel new every time he is reborn.

And every time he is resurrected, he will carry some of the strength and memories of a corpse during his lifetime.

So, now his mind is filled with all kinds of messy memories and experiences of the body he just possessed.

For example, when the resurrection is on the old man, he always misses a dead old lady for no reason.

When it resurrects on a big yellow dog, it always feels like a shit in its mouth.

There are even memories of memorizing with her husband from the first perspective of a woman...

"Very! It's so disgusting!"

Xia Jian quickly shook his head, trying hard to prevent himself from thinking about these things.

I really doubt that I will be resurrected more times one day.

Will various memories mix in the brain lead to personality schizophrenia...

In addition to these may be considered negative effects.

He also found that random resurrection also had certain restrictions.

For example, it will not be resurrected on the same corpse again.

Nor will they be resurrected on those corpses that are terrible in death.

After all, this is just resurrection, not infinite rebirth.

Just like some villagers were dismantled from eight pieces and their bodies were separated.

How do you say that you want to resurrection in the past?

He hugged his head and asked him, "Doctor, can you still save your head if it falls?"

Wouldn't this scare people to death?

After being resurrected so many times, various memory fragments were pieced together, Xia Jian also roughly understood the world view of his plane.

This turned out to be a world of immortal martial arts that respects martial arts.

The original rules of the strong prey on the weak are fully displayed in this world.

There is no legal sanction or moral constraints, and there is no need to care about public opinion condemnation.

As long as your fists are strong enough and your strength is strong enough, you can even surpass the country in individuals!

Even the king of a country will bow down and surrender when he sees you!

Because no matter how powerful the elite troops are.

For the Heavenly Level Warrior, it is just a trivial decoration.

The number of people in this world no longer has any advantage.

A high warrior can turn the world into a turbulent and destroy everything if he chases his fingers lightly!

However, generally high warriors who can reach this level basically don’t care about these mortal worlds.

Only focus on indulging in the hidden world to break through to a higher level.

After all, there is no highest, only higher.

...........

It's so far.

Let’s go back to Xia Jian’s side.

This recovery also allowed him to obtain some information on the killer.

It turns out that the "self" this time is Kuilang.

He is the second leader of the bandit gang in the nearby hilltops.

Today I brought a lot of people to this village to commit the robbery.

Just plundering money is not enough, and people are killed!

The young and strong man took him back to be a coolie.

When the beautiful woman is caught, she knows everything...

Even the children were not spared, and they were caught and brainwashed and trained to become small bandits.

It seems that this gang has a long-term vision and is ready to pass on the spirit of the gang?

The remaining old, disabled, sick, weak, and rebels basically killed everyone they should have killed.

Moreover, the village slaughtering mission was completed by Kui Lang alone!

Because the second in commander practiced some kind of evil and crooked way - the evil blood sword technique, and used the blood-drinking scimitar.

You must be contaminated with blood to make your skills a higher level.

But in the end it fell into Xia Jian's hand.

I guess he would never have thought until his death that the villagers who just swear to resist to the death were actually the same person...

Xia Jian was resurrected on Kui Lang this time, so he naturally inherited some of his evil ways.

No wonder I suddenly feel the smell of blood in the air smells a little good

Xia Jian quickly shook his head, not so crazy that he wanted to kill innocent people.

Just as he walked to one of his bodies, he was curious about pulling out the blood-drinking scimitar from the heart of the corpse to take a look.

Suddenly, a fire suddenly appeared in the distance.

The galloping horse and the majestic rebukes came to my ears.

Look closely through the faint moonlight.

It seems that a whole team of elite soldiers with strict military disciplines are racing towards this village.

Could it be that the officers and soldiers were coming to suppress the bandits?

All the fucks have died, and now we are collecting the corpse.

Xia Jian subconsciously wanted to go over and ask the officers and soldiers for help.

But suddenly I remembered that my current identity is a bandit leader.

As the second leader of the bandit gang, his appearance must have been painted on the wanted order and was recognized by the soldiers on the spot.

At that time, no matter how many people defend themselves or find their conscience to lead them, can the other party believe their words?

Even if you are misunderstood, at worst, you will be killed by Qiu Hou and will be another hero in 18 seconds.

If you are afraid that the other party will not let you die happily, and you will be in vain to greet yourself with all kinds of torture instruments.

Just die and resurrect it randomly on the nearby villagers.

Do it as soon as you say it.

Xia Jian raised the blood-drinking scimitar in his hand, and the blade reached his throat.

I am going to learn to commit suicide by Xiang Yu in Wujiang. I will shout again later: If the sky destroys me, why should I pass it?

It's domineering to think about it!

However, the blade that swallowed the essence and blood of thousands of people emitted a scarlet light. Just staring at me made people tremble and couldn't help but tremble.

"Second leader, what are you doing? The officers and soldiers are chasing you. Why don't we retreat quickly!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from behind me.

Xia Jian turned his head and saw that it was a bandit minion with a thief-eyed look, urging him in a panic look.

I didn't want to pay attention to him and continued to commit suicide.

But the memories of the villagers who were passed down to him in their minds suddenly echoed in their minds.

Before the bandits came down, this should have been a peaceful and peaceful village.

It's not as rich as it can be said, but it can maintain basic food and clothing.

The environment is quiet and beautiful, the neighborhoods are harmonious and mutually helpful, and children can laugh and laugh at the stream.

But just today, a beautiful and peaceful life has been broken.

The storm of bandits broke into the village like a plague.

Wherever there passes, blood flows into a river, and wails are all wailing.

Capture the child and stuff it into the cage like a chicken or duck.

Insulting his wife in front of her husband.

After plundering money, you have to set fire to the house.

Doing all kinds of evil is heart-wrenching.

Now the body of the old village chief is still hanging at the entrance of the village and swaying in the wind.

The miserable wails and despair of these poor villagers repeatedly reappeared in Xia Jian's mind.

It made him feel a little dazed and seemed to have put himself in.

Or these villagers who provide their bodies for themselves to resurrection are also vaguely crying and begging for them to avenge them...

Contemplate for a moment.

Looking at the corpses everywhere under his feet and the officers and soldiers who were rushing to the distance.
Chapter completed!