ah!

Mortals died at Wang Kun's feet one after another, but the more he killed, the more unhappy he became. He wanted to find someone who could resent him!

Wang Kun swept away his spiritual thoughts and suddenly sneered, and his whole body turned into a huge sword light thousands of meters high, which rushed straight into a certain direction in the city. All houses, people and animals that stood in front of the sword light were shattered to pieces.

As soon as the sword light was withdrawn, he landed in front of the Number One Scholar's Mansion with contemptuous eyes.

This No. 1 Scholar's Mansion was renovated not long ago, and its owner was named on the gold medal list.

But as Wang Kun stepped in, all the servants who resisted died.

"It's interesting that these mortal servants dare to resist me, great! This is the only way to kill people happily!"

His eyes fell on a white-haired old scholar standing in the Number One Scholar's Mansion amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This old Confucian has studied diligently for seventy years, just to understand the way to help the world and save the people.

When he was seventy-nine years old, he believed that he had accomplished something in his studies, so he took part in the imperial examination and passed the exam first!

He paraded on horseback to promote his political doctrine. He met the emperor in person and died to remonstrate with him. He was respected by the emperor and was given a sword by Shang Fang, which he used to kill ten sycophants.

He is an unyielding old man, and he is respected by the people of Suzhou.

He looked at Wang Kun lightly, with contempt and anger,

"Why are you waiting to massacre Gusu? Give me a reason!"

"The reason is... I like killing people! I like to torture mortals like you the most!" Wang Kun laughed loudly. His smile made the old man extremely angry, then turned into calmness and a trace of... contempt!

"I see, killing people for fun! What a reason! What a...reason!!!"

"Those who stand above others and bully those below are just ants!"

"You are an ant who only bullies the weak!"

In the eyes of this old scholar, Wang Kun is just an ant!

Wang Kun's eyes were cold, and with a cold sword, he cut the old scholar in half.

Licking the blood from the tip of the sword, Wang Kun's eyes showed joy as he killed the old scholar. His artistic conception actually increased a lot.

"That's it, you have to be resentful! If you don't hate me, killing you will just bury my hand!"

With wild eyes, he took a step forward, transformed into sword light, and rushed straight to another manor.

There, called Zhao Zhai, lived the famous Zhao Dashan in Suzhou.

His name is Zhao Shan. He was a romantic when he was young, and he is still a romantic when he is old. Although he is a romantic, he often provides relief to the people in disasters, and countless people in Gusu have benefited from his kindness.

Not long ago, Zhao Shan just married a young girl, which was a joy in the world.

But at this moment, Zhao Shan, with his old body, looked at the girl who committed suicide in the hospital with resentment in his eyes.

His wives and concubines were all extremely beautiful. When Rosen came to kidnap the women, they all committed suicide in order not to lose their virginity.

He looked at Wang Kun, his eyes were blood red. He looked at his dead wives and concubines, and his heart was about to break.

"Give me a reason! Give me a reason to kill my entire family!"

"Reason? I like killing people, that's a reason!"

Wang Kun looked at Zhao Shan. He wanted to anger Zhao Shan even more. His black sword slashed at the female corpses on the ground, not even leaving the corpses of these women intact!

"You are not a human being, not a human being!"

Zhao Shan, with his old age and a cane, hit Wang Kun.

He resented himself for being old and weak, and resented Wang Kun for his viciousness.

"Okay! Just have this expression!"

puff!

The black sword pierced Zhao Shan's heart and chopped it into pieces. Wang Kun felt that his artistic conception was growing again.

The five old men trapped in the sword wire could no longer endure it.

This is the place where they have lived in seclusion for thousands of years. They almost recognize all the millions of mortals in Gusu!

"I will fight with you!"

The eyes of the old man in blue were blood red. He could no longer let Wang Kun kill him. His Yuan Ying left his body and strangled him wildly. Angry blood ignited all over his body, like a bloody sun.

He is going to fight Wang Kun, he is going to blow himself up!

boom!

A great monk's desperate self-destruction actually made a gap in Wang Kun's sword wire. However, the other four old men had no sympathy for their companions. They only had one thought... stepping on the bones of their companions to avenge them!

"What a shame! He actually blew himself up, wasting one..." Wang Kun felt very regretful, but something even more regrettable happened.

But Yu Ge, who had nothing to do, saw the four elders rushing out of the sword wire. His eyes lit up and he slashed the golden sword in his hand. The unrivaled sword light killed the old man with one sword.

As for the Nascent Souls of the four people, they were eaten alive by Qi Sheng.

"Yu Ge! You are robbing me of my prey!" Wang Kun was angry. He had killed so many people to arouse the hatred of the five elders, but Yu Ge killed them all.

"Hmph! What if I rob it? Are you going to kill me? If you don't kill me, I will just use the corpse-eating technique to swallow the whole Gusu!"

"No need, I haven't killed enough yet!"

Wang Kun gave Yu Ge a hard look, knowing that this was not the time to argue with Yu Ge.

Looking at a house, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A flash of sword light rushed towards him, and Wang Kun stood outside the door of the house, looking at a child holding a wooden sword and a beautiful woman in mourning clothes with a frightened face inside the door, and sneered.

"You killed Uncle Xu, you killed Aunt Yang, you killed Grandpa Chu... I will fight with you!"

Xiao Shitou's eyes were blood red, and the wooden sword in his hand was pointed at Wang Kun.

Very good expression, very good expression!

Wang Kun was overjoyed, never expecting that a mere child could harbor such powerful resentment.

No wonder not all corpse-refining demons like to use children to refine corpses. The younger a child is, the purer his heart is, and the stronger he becomes if he becomes angry.

"Little Shitou, go quickly, go quickly! Mom stopped him, you go quickly!" Bai Su looked panicked. She had never seen a monk in her life.

Wang Kun narrowed his eyes and seemed to see something.

"If I make you resentful and kill you, I will hopefully achieve a breakthrough in my artistic conception within a hundred years!"

"Is this woman your mother...hehe..."

Wang Kun glanced at Bai Su's delicate body and licked his tongue.

With his cultivation level, he could tell at a glance that there was a similar aura in the blood between Bai Su and Xiao Shitou, most likely they were mother and child.

"You are not allowed to touch my mother!" Xiao Shitou stopped in front of Bai Su, but how could he stop a demon with only a wooden sword.

Even Wang Kun didn't even look at the small stone. He put away the black sword, raised his finger to shake Bai Su, and used both hands to grab Bai Su's face.

Although he hates dual cultivators, if he insults Bai Su and makes Little Shitou hate him, he would love it!

But before his claws touched Bai Su, he saw a wooden sword strike on Wang Kun's wrist.

With his tyrannical body in the middle stage of becoming a god, he was able to get a trace of blood from the wooden sword.

Immediately, Wang Kun was startled and retreated a hundred feet. After confirming that it was just a small stone that hit him, he was suddenly shocked.

"Who whittled this wooden sword! Just a trace of such a powerful sword intent is enough to break my physical defense!"

Wang Kun was shocked, and countless boats came to rescue him from outside Gusu City.

One after another, the Nascent Soul Escape Light rushed in desperately, led by a big man in the middle Nascent Soul stage... Wang Si!

His spiritual thoughts swept away the tragic situation in Gusu, and every Yuanying old monster looked sad and angry.

"Who are you, who are you! Why do you do such a thing! Why!"

"Why? Huh..." Before Wang Kun could finish his words, he saw Wang Si transforming into a fierce light and charging towards him without fear of death!

"Don't hurt the little stone!"

Wang Si's eyes showed worry. He glanced with his mind and saw that Ning Fan and Xu Qiuling were not in the mansion. He only knew that they had been killed by Wang Kun. He became even more angry.

"Who are you! You killed Qiuling and her husband, you deserve to die!"

Hundreds of years ago, it was Wang Si who brought Dongxu and Qiuling into Gusu by boat.

At that time, Qiuling stayed in Gusu for several years. She was like Wang Si's niece.

Hundreds of years later, Qiu Ling returned to Suzhou with her husband. But now, she died at the hands of Wang Kun.

"You killed my niece! I will fight you! Ah!"

Wang Si rushed towards Wang Kun, but he was not even interested in letting Wang Kun take a look.

Wang Si has resentment, but this resentment is nothing compared to a small stone.

"I don't need your resentment anymore, get out!"

boom!

Wang Kun stepped down, forming an indescribable force of collapse that hit Wang Si's chest.

With just one collision, the four meridians were shattered and he vomited blood and flew away. Although he was not dead, he was seriously injured and half disabled.

While coughing up blood, he watched Wang Kun approach Xiao Shitou step by step, and approach Bai Su with a lewd smile.

Wang Si's eyes were blood red. He wanted to kill Wang Kun, but he couldn't...

"Give me a reason! Give Gusu a reason!" He roared into the sky, he... was unwilling to accept it!

Not willing to be weak, not willing to be ordinary, not willing to be dominated by others.
To be continued...