Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!! How could he still be alive!!

Seeing the thing coming out of the water in front of him, Yuan Er couldn't help shouting.

Never one. Can escape from He Bo, and now this person has actually done it.

He knew this person, and the person in front of him was the red-robed Taoist priest who killed dozens of his brothers at that time!

Before these people figured out what was going on. He saw the weird Taoist priest slowly raised his head, walking towards them with blood marks step by step.

Kill! Kill him quickly!! Quickly! Don't let him ring the bell! Yuan Er's voice carried a trace of tension.

Although there was only one person on the other side, and there were hundreds of people on his side, Yuan Er felt inexplicably wanting to turn around and run away.

There was a series of swishing sounds, and dozens of arrows shot towards the Taoist with a cold light, but none of them hit.

With a stab, a man's body was torn apart by Li Huowang in full view.

The water bandits tried to attack at first, but soon, the increasingly bloody scenes cooled their enthusiasm.

This scene is comparable to the 18th floor of hell, and the anger and hatred in everyone's eyes are gradually replaced by fear.

Finally they couldn't hold on any longer, and began to flee for their lives with gradually trembling legs.

Even Yuan Er's order at this time would not let them stay for a while, and they were completely terrified at this moment.

When these people completely lost their will to resist and turned their backs to Li Huowang, a naked massacre was completely staged on this reed island.

Grandpa, grandpa, hurry up and think of a way! Seeing his own younger brother being torn apart, Yuan Er was completely bewildered.

Only then did he realize what a terrifying existence he had offended.

The old man who was extremely majestic before was also panicked at this moment. He clasped his hands together in a panic and muttered something in a low voice to the dark red lake beside him.

This kind of mumbling didn't last long. When he saw flesh and blood the size of a large boat floating from the bottom of the lake to the surface of the water, the old man suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and his body was about to fall backwards.

That was the Hebo whom their ancestors worshiped for generations, and it was killed by that Taoist just like that!

Yuan Er's heart trembled when he saw this scene, he put his grandfather on his back without saying a word, and ran towards the village.

Hearing the cries and screams behind him, Yuan Er turned a deaf ear to them, gritted his teeth and fled quickly.

Li Huowang saw Danyangzi in the distance slowly killing the water bandits one by one. Every time he killed a person, the redness in front of his eyes became deeper, and in the end, he was so red that he could not see the way.

At first Li Huowang didn't want to stop anything, but when he saw Dan Yangzi grabbing someone again, he finally couldn't help it.

Don't kill, don't kill!

In Li Huowang's shouts. Dan Yangzi grabbed the queen with the red dot between her eyebrows.

Turning around slowly, a cruel smile appeared on his blood-red face. Baby. Why?

Li Huowang opened his mouth to say something, but he turned his head to look at the completely dark lake, and when he thought of the other companions whose life and death were unknown, he suddenly found that he couldn't find any reason to refute

The pain in his heart almost swallowed everything in him in an instant. He clutched his aching head and shouted desperately: Why! Why can't they kill our people and I can't kill them?

When he came back to his senses, Dan Yangzi had disappeared, and he appeared in Dan Yangzi's place.

Right now, in front of his eyes was a fat woman.

With pear blossoms and rain, she held a man with a half-shrunken head and cried bitterly. It seemed that the man was her husband.

Kill her! Kill her or not! If you want to kill, kill the whole family! A voice exploded in his ears out of thin air.

Li Huowang, whose eyes were shaking constantly, grabbed hold of it, and slowly pulled out the hilt around his neck.

Immediately with a strong wave, a white arc flashed, and the miserable crying stopped abruptly.

The moment he started, Li Huowang felt a special feeling rushing from the back of the spine to the back of the head.

This feeling washed away the despair and pain in his heart.

Heh, heh. Li Huowang, who couldn't hold back the maniacal smile on his face, clenched the sword in his hand, and walked towards the reed stockade step by step.

Not long after, there was a bloody storm in the stockade.

Seeing all kinds of faces being easily torn apart, and watching the fresh lives wither, Li Huowang laughed. The more people he killed, the louder he laughed, and he laughed uncontrollably.

The sound of swords entering the body continued to sound, and the dark yellow reed island was gradually covered in red.

It was completely dark that day, and the screams on the entire island gradually died down.

In the ancestral hall of the Yuan family, Li Huowang was covered in blood, holding a blood sword, and approached a thin young man step by step.

There is no sound from other places, this person should be the last person on the island.

Facing the murderous blood man in front of him, the young man was so frightened that he completely collapsed. He was so frightened that he was pissing and waving his hands indiscriminately, whimpering nonsense.

Just as Li Huowang slowly raised the long sword in his hand, a familiar voice came from behind.

When he turned around dully, he saw a drenched Bai Lingmiao standing by the door, trembling while holding a fluorescent stone.

The moment he saw her, the killing intent in his heart and the strange feeling in the back of his head receded like a tide. Are you alive?

As soon as he opened his mouth, Li Huowang found that his voice had changed, and the voice that should have been cheerful became extremely hoarse.

The sword on the neck, fortunately but unfortunately, injured the vocal cords.

I know how to swim. There is a pond in front of my village. I have been playing in it since I was a child.

Li Huowang walked over with his sword in hand, took off his Taoist robe covered in blood scabs, and put it on Bai Lingmiao.

At this time, Li Huowang seemed to wake up, and looked at everything around him blankly, looking at the corpses in different shapes around him.

Regardless of age or gender, all people die, and die by their own hands.

Seeing the dead girl hugging her mother all around, and the lifeless cradle, the self-blame and pain that had disappeared before flooded into my heart again. He was almost out of breath.

Li Huowang slowly bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, gritted his teeth, and thrust it into his palm.

In the past, he never understood why Sister Hu, who was next door to the mental hospital, had to harm herself, but now he understood.

There will be more changes later, but it will be very late.