Xiao Yifeng looked at the people who were anxiously trying to persuade him, and felt warm in his heart, knowing that they were doing it for his own good.
But after seeing Lin Qingyan, he already understood the cause and effect of everything!
There is no way he can escape this disaster.
Lin Qingyan's fate is indeed over, this is not Lin Qingyan's fate.
This is your destiny!
He is the destined Seven Kills, and the collapsing law of return to his origin is trying to push him back to his original track.
Counting the time, nearly fifty years have passed since I was reborn.
It was almost time for Lin Qingyan to die in her previous life and to betray the right path.
In the coming time, I will no longer exist!
In other words, there will be no Xiao Yifeng in the future!
His influence on the world is much more terrifying than that of Su Qianyi, who also deserves to die.
Su Qianyi can replace Guang Wei, but there is no one he can replace.
The world will not allow itself to exist unless it can survive until the Law of Origin completely collapses.
But it was obviously impossible. Before he knew it, the murderous intention had arrived.
I thought that the messenger of heaven had been severely injured, so I relaxed my vigilance, but I forgot that there was a silently operating law of return to the source.
The law of returning to the source even blocks his own induction and spiritual awareness, making him completely unaware of danger.
I should have thought of it a long time ago, but I was ignorant and unwary.
Even though he got Tianji's broken astrolabe, he was still so optimistic.
Being an enemy of heaven is indeed terrifying, and one's spiritual sense and thinking can be blinded accidentally.
Qisha already has Shu Yi as his replacement, so he might really die here!
Xiao Yifeng understood what enemy he was facing this time, and felt the irresistible force of fate rolling in.
This time he faced not only the Master of Life, but also the Law of Return to Origin.
Perhaps unknowingly, Mingzun has become a pawn of the Law of Returning to the Source without knowing it.
Xiao Yifeng felt a little ridiculous, and couldn't help but think of Li Daofeng's gift to him in Qingdi City.
Everything that flourishes must eventually decline, and all your efforts are in vain and will eventually come to nothing in the blink of an eye.
My efforts were all in vain, and they all turned into nothing in a blink of an eye!
What else did Li Daofeng say?
There are twists and turns, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers?
Before the wedding, he also gave himself a broken astrolabe and a sentence.
Put yourself to death and survive!
No wonder this bastard didn't dare to come to his wedding.
Nima, wait for me here!
But luckily he didn't come over, otherwise I might have lost any chance of escaping.
Xiao Yifeng continued to scold, but knew that he should make a choice.
He gently pushed away Ye Jiusi who was holding his collar, walked out slowly, and said calmly: "Everything I said is true, I am Qisha!"
Everyone watched him walk out without hesitation, only looking back reluctantly at the two brides in wedding clothes in the hall.
There was endless regret and reluctance in his eyes, but they were quickly replaced by determination.
Senior sister, Mo'er, I'm sorry!
This time I'm going to leave you behind. I can't just watch her die.
Qingyan has already died for me once, and I can't let her make the same mistake again in this life.
Without Lin Qingyan, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Even if the road ahead is smooth, what's the point without her here?
As for Su Qianyi and everyone from the Wentian Sect, he was confident that he would pick them off cleanly and would not implicate them.
As long as all the sins are committed on oneself, there is no need to implicate them, especially those who are kind to oneself.
Based on the background of Wentian Sect, who can do anything to them as long as they hold the truth?
Identity barriers and the positions of good and evil will eventually change over time.
But the separation between life and death is difficult to reverse.
After weighing the two, Xiao Yifeng could only choose this path.
In the last life, Lin Qingyan died in front of him, and there was nothing he could do.
Just now, Meier died in front of his eyes and Xiaoyue died in his arms. He had no time to react or stop them.
Now, he could no longer just watch Lin Qingyan die in front of him.
So what if we are enemies of everyone in the world?
Anyway, it’s not the first time this kind of thing has been done!
Xiao Yifeng stood in front of Zhu Guangming and chuckled: "Zhu Guangming, don't you just want me to admit it?"
"I just admitted it, how can you stand up to me?"
There was a wind blowing between heaven and earth, driving wisps of demonic energy to condense on Xiao Yifeng.
At the same time, wisps of demonic aura rose up from Xiao Yifeng's body, causing everyone's expressions to change dramatically.
The world seemed to be quiet at this moment, and someone seemed to sigh, full of regret.
"Xiao Feng, why are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about!"
Su Qianyi's face turned red, she pointed at Xiao Yifeng and said angrily: "Come back here!"
Xiao Yifeng's heart felt warm, but her eyes became colder and colder, with the arrogance of looking down on the world.
He said coldly: "Su Qianyi, do you really think I am Xiao Yifeng?"
He reached into the void and pulled out a dark long sword. The blood-like red lines on the long sword looked extremely strange.
The magic sword kills the immortal!
The moment he grasped the Zhanxian again, everything in his clone poured into his body along the Samsara Immortal Mansion.
He no longer thought about washing away the blood from his body, because it was meaningless.
He completely absorbed the clone in just an instant and completed the fusion.
Xiao Yifeng's body was entangled with powerful blood evil energy and demonic energy, and his cultivation level skyrocketed to the perfection of the combined state, which was only one step away from the cave virtual state.
He stood proudly, with Mo Xue in his left hand and a beheading immortal in his right hand. Behind him was a sea of blood and countless innocent souls, reaching an appalling level.
Everyone looked at Xiao Yifeng in horror or astonishment, with various expressions on their faces.
Some were stunned, some were surprised, some were disappointed, some were murderous, and most of them were unbelievable.
Zhu Guangming and Huiming have been messing around, and everyone just treats it as a joke, and few people really believe it.
Everyone thought it was at best a cliché story about a righteous man falling in love with a demonic saint.
This may be a scandal, but it will not ruin Xiao Yifeng's reputation.
But who would have thought that this would actually come true!
Xiao Yifeng is seven kills! The seventh kill is Xiao Yifeng!
Everyone's minds were buzzing and they had lost the ability to think.
Su Qianyi, Lin Ziyun and others all looked at Xiao Yifeng in astonishment, who was covered in blood evil aura and demonic aura, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Su Miaoqing kept shaking her head and muttering: "It's impossible, it's impossible!"
Chu Mo sighed silently.
Junior brother, you have finally embarked on this path.
The red wedding dress on Xiao Yifeng, who was attracting all the attention, fluttered in the wind, as dazzling as a bloody suit.
He looked at everyone unruly and smiled evilly: "Remember them all, I will kill you seven times!"
The moment he said that he was Qisha, something seemed to fall on him and become completely entangled with him.
This is the fate of Qisha. At this moment, he can no longer get rid of it because his escape route has been cut off.
He finally became the Seven Kills and inherited his own destiny. At this point, the Seven Kills have completely returned to his place.
In the distant sea of stars, the Seven Kills Star was completely lit up, blooming with a dazzling blood-colored light, which was ominous and strange.
The secondary star next to it dimmed, losing the possibility of becoming the Seven Kills, but it was still shrouded in the light of the Seven Kills.
Third update.
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The following content is not necessary, and is only added when the word count is sufficient. It is not a water word count. You can skip it by yourself.
From the 100th chapter onwards, the number of words in each chapter is strictly the same.
If you feel that it is lacking or watery, it is because you have seen the latest chapter.
Call me stupid, isn’t the novel about looking at the process and the details?
Otherwise, if I just give you the outline of the entire novel, can you read it?
I saw someone in the comment area asking everyone to stop tipping, saying that I was trying to make money, and asked me to go directly to Ming to grab it.
It made me laugh.
In the past month, my total reward has been this one hundred yuan plus the fifty yuan reward from a certain cat’s Galaxy boss.
At the climax, the total was less than two hundred yuan, and I got less than fifty.
Because the channel takes one hand, and the website takes another hand, each hand takes more than half.
One hundred is less than twenty-five, and I really don’t want to add more.
This time, I just didn’t want to be urged to update, so I made a stupid move, thinking that this would make everyone feel calmer.
After all, I have to work and work, and I also want to have holidays.
To be honest, I get angry when I read this kind of comment.
But after thinking about it, it’s not worth it.
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same. You can't understand me, and I can't understand you.
From now on, if you give rewards voluntarily, no amount will be added.
A picture of Mao Zedong attracted so many jealous monsters that I even had to grab it.
If you don’t read comments in the future, if you read comments again, I’m a dog!
Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day I'll be so angry that my mentality will explode and I'll end up where I am.
You can do whatever you want, but I am autistic anyway.
If I don’t say this in the main text from now on, it will be a waste of time and I will have to be criticized for my word count.
I typed it and deleted it, deleted it and typed it again, mainly because I was worried that negative emotions would affect normal readers' reading, but I didn't want to complain about it.
Really, it's frustrating enough.
