Yang Ji murmured to himself. His father had been away for many years, but Yang Ji still recognized his handwriting through the notes he left. Those sounds and features had long become blurry.
It's just that father and son are connected, Yang Ji can still distinguish it from those familiar lines and outlines.
"Buzz!"
These thoughts were knocked away by the waves in just an instant. Yang Ji's vision was blurred and his eyes were blood red. It seemed like there were countless voices shouting in his ears, kill, kill, kill, kill!
The hatred for Mrs. Zhao and the hatred for Yang Xuanlan were all aroused in an instant. A voice seemed to keep telling him to kill, kill, kill, everyone can be killed. Yang Ji's whole body trembled, feeling that he had already
I almost couldn't control myself anymore.
"We must leave here quickly. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."
In the dark, Yang Ji had a flash of thought. But he finally knew what would happen to Pingchuan City if he allowed Asura's murderous desire to control him.
"boom!"
Yang Ji's face turned red. With his last meager control, he stepped hard on the ground. Just like a mountain falling on the ground, where Yang Ji's feet landed, the ground buzzed and trembled, and an invisible ripple spread.
.
Amidst the roar and loud noise, Yang Ji raised his head upwards, hunting with long hair, soaring into the sky like a kite with a strong cyclone.
Above the head, three Martial Lord-level divine weapons hung high, trembling with the fluctuating air of the earth.
"take away!"
Yang Ji rolled up his sleeves, and with a rumble, unparalleled energy swept out with a bit of golden light and a pure Yang-like breath of fire. Bang! Yang Ji's violent and chaotic energy pulled the three martial arts masters.
Level magic weapons, together with hundreds of high-level weapons densely packed on the ground, surged up and roared out.
"Boom!"
A large pile of rocks and mud fell down, and Yang Ji, holding the blood shield, dived into a crack above his head like a bloody meteor. He quickly reached out towards the ground along the direction of the crack with a rumble.
The fluctuations in the demon-suppressing formation have become more and more serious, and this place will collapse soon.
"kill!!--"
As soon as he got out of the ground, a roaring sound came from the direction of Pingchuan City. The sound was as loud as thunder. Yang Ji was struggling to restrain the violent murderous intention in his heart, but he was triggered by the shouts of killing in Pingchuan City. A person at his feet
He staggered and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The battle in Pingchuan City was not over yet, which was a huge temptation for Yang Ji. He didn't have time to think about it, and stepped on it, relying entirely on a feeling, and ran away in panic like a bereaved dog.
You can't stay in Langya County anymore. Once you encounter any villages, when you lose your mind, those villages will be razed to the ground by you.
"Only outside the county..."
Yang Ji gritted his teeth. Under the impact of the desire to kill and bloodthirsty, it became very difficult for him to think normally. Yang Ji vaguely remembered that when he was a child in Jin'an City, he had heard those traveling merchants talk about Langya.
To the west of the county, where it meets other counties, there are large stretches of primitive mountains without any villages in them.
"Now I can only go there and hope I can survive this disaster."
Yang Ji gritted his teeth and used his crazy energy to push his speed to the limit. He ran as fast as he could, hoping to leave Pingchuan City far away before losing his mind and avoid a massacre.
"call!"
The wind roared on both sides, and the sky and the earth could not be seen clearly, nor could the mountains and white clouds be seen clearly. There was only endless blood red, as if someone had applied a thick layer of cinnabar.
Yang Ji was dizzy. His breathing was disordered, his forehead was sweating like pulp, and he could not stand upright. Bang! There was a loud noise, and Yang Ji felt like he had hit a rock or a big tree, and was smashed to pieces.
There was a faint call in the distance, as if someone was calling him. But Yang Ji did not dare to look back. The fear in his heart was even worse now than when he fought with the great Asura.
Bang bang bang!
Stumbling along the way, Yang Ji barely remembered the direction to the west and ran at full speed relying solely on instinct. The blood seemed to be burning, and the body did not digest and attract the essence and blood of the great Asura, as if one fierce beast was rampaging through the body.
Yang Ji can no longer control it at all.
One mile, ten miles, twenty miles... dozens of miles passed by in a flash. Yang Ji could still remember how far he had run at first, but later he couldn't remember it at all, and his mind was filled with confusion.
I can feel that I can no longer hear the sound of Pingchuan Castle at all.
But the murderous thoughts in his mind did not diminish, but became more and more intense. Yang Ji felt as if there was a loud voice in his mind tirelessly encouraging him to go back, return to Pingchuan City, and kill a lot there.
Kill everything in sight.
If he were in a rational state, Yang Ji would only go in and out of his left ear and not take it seriously at all. But now, for some reason, Yang Ji feels that this voice is particularly kind and pleasant. Every sentence seems to speak to his heart.
Go, let yourself be sincerely convinced, and want to do what it says willingly.
What makes Yang Ji even more frightened is that this voice keeps hinting Yang Ji to go to another better and more important place, to the place where all the people of Pingchuan City migrate and hide.
That place is very hidden, but Yang Ji asked the soldiers in Pingchuan City.
"No, it can't be like this, it absolutely can't be like this!..."
For the first time in his life, Yang Ji felt a sense of extreme fear. He could not imagine what it would be like to become a murderous maniac, killing ordinary people with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
That is a deep sin that should not even be thought about.
Yang Ji originally thought that it would be enough for him to escape from Pingchuan City, but now it seems that he was completely wrong. Yang Ji knew that he really underestimated the power of Great Asura.
Before the Great Asura was defeated, he detonated the power of his own essence and blood. Thousands of these energies flowed through Yang Ji's body, flowing freely and without restraint.
If the Great Asura still dominates this body, he can naturally clean up the situation and control these energies. But Yang Ji's power is obviously not able to control such a huge high-level energy.
Although Great Asura has been defeated, he left himself a difficult problem before his defeat!
"what to do?"
Yang Ji was in agony, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The murderous thoughts were getting heavier and heavier, and Yang Ji felt that he could no longer hold on. Perhaps it would only take a cup of tea at most, and he would be completely lost in the madness.
until he finally exploded and died.
"Crack!"
The sound of a thick tree being smashed into pieces reached his ears. It seemed that he had broken into a dense mountain forest. Yang Ji didn't pay attention. Click, followed by a second, third, and fourth sound.
…
Yang Ji was confused and still didn't pay attention. In such a dense mountain forest, there is nothing surprising about this situation. But after connecting more than ten strong trees, Yang Ji suddenly found something different.
When he smashed these big trees, it seemed that part of the violent and chaotic energy in his body crashed into the trees. It was not obvious once, but as the times increased, Yang Ji clearly felt that some parts of his body were relaxed.
A lot.
Not only that, when he kept bumping into these strong trees, part of the madness, violence and killing thoughts in his heart also vented out.
At the time before, Yang Ji still didn't understand. But when his whole body was tortured by endless murderous thoughts, as if the tide was about to submerge his head, and he lost his mind, this change became very obvious.
"!!!"
Yang Ji was startled, and a feeling of grasping for a life-saving straw came to his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji let go of some of the suppressed killing, and rushed forward like a cannonball.
Click! Click! Click! Click!...
Continuous bursting sounds reached my ears, and old trees in the mountain forest fell one after another with the sound, leaving leaves scattered and dust filling the sky.
As these big trees fell down, Yang Ji obviously felt a lot more relaxed. The strong killing and violence in his heart finally stopped accumulating, but began to leak out and weaken little by little.
“It really works!”
Yang Ji was overjoyed. He rushed out like crazy and ran towards the west. In order to make this strategy more effective, Yang Ji imagined these trees as opponents and individuals in his mind, and imagined the mountain forest as
Become a battlefield.
boom!
Yang Ji waved out his palm, and an old tree that had grown for hundreds of years exploded into pieces with a bang, and part of the tree crown fell down. Then Yang Ji punched another one with his backhand. With a bang, another tree was smashed to pieces.
One big tree, one after another, keeps falling down...
Violent, chaotic blood roared in the air like huge waves. Looking down from the sky, in front of Yang Ji was a stretch of rolling mountains. The trees on the mountains were as dense as halberds.
Yang Ji was like a hurricane rushing back and forth in these woods. The crackling sounds and the sound of big trees falling could be heard even dozens of miles away.
In this primitive mountain forest, Yang Ji finally no longer suppressed his feelings. It was better to block than to clear, and to clear was not as good as to guide. Blind suppression was not as effective as expelling.
Yang Ji had completely forgotten himself and time, letting himself unleash his intense killing spree in these rolling mountains and forests.
But even so, Yang Ji did not forget to run westward, to those cities and villages in Langya County. He was not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case, as long as there was a slight mistake or mistake, if he ran back at the last moment
Pingchuan City, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Only by staying far away can these disasters be eliminated.
Time passed slowly, and it felt as if a long, long, long, long time had passed, as if it would never end.
Finally, a strong and overwhelming fatigue rose in his heart. Yang Ji's body softened, shook, and finally woke up from the confusion.
The green clothes on his body were completely soaked, and the mountain wind blew through him, making his body feel cold. The killing wave from the sky gradually subsided, and the countless blood vessels inside his body that were fused with the violent power of the essence and blood of the Great Asura finally calmed down.
Just like a fierce horse, it keeps colliding and jumping, but in the end it will be exhausted, run out of strength, and temper will be tamed. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!