Chapter 3172

Although Ye Lingfeng has become powerful, what is more admirable is that his attitude towards the old Taoist has not changed at all. He still regards him as a close relative. Not only that, he also travels in the starry sky to get all kinds of miracles to prolong the life of the old Taoist.

When the old Taoist's cultivation broke through the transformation of deities, Shouyuan also increased for hundreds of years because of the elixir Ye Lingfeng brought back. To everyone's expectation, ye Lingfeng successfully broke through the realm of sage king to immortal, and achieved the road of supreme.

From blind children to immortals, this is the legend of the whole starry sky, such a change of fate, people feel incredible.

What's more astonishing is that from the time ye Lingfeng stepped on the road of cultivation to the time when he ascended the immortal gate, there was no blood on his hand. Even if the person who attacked and killed him, he just abolished his cultivation and made him an ordinary person without killing his life.

Even collecting the elixir only takes the necessary part, leaving the possibility of reproduction.

This kind of behavior can be regarded as a precedent never seen in the starry sky. It's like a clear stream in the world of the law of the jungle.

Three hundred years later, Shouyuan, the old Taoist, finally reached the end of his life. No matter what kind of elixir, he could not continue his life, and his cultivation also ended in the realm of transforming God, and he could not step forward. At the end of his life, ye Lingfeng stood by the bed.

"The eye cannot see the light, the heart cannot but be bright..." On his deathbed, the old Taoist uttered four words, and then fog came to the starry sky.

The eye cannot see the light, the heart cannot but see the light

When the fog came and the old Taoist died, ye Lingfeng's third life stopped suddenly and reappeared in the fog array of the fourth level.

This level is different from the previous two generations. In this life, he became a monk again. He is a monk with amazing talent and superior. He even reached the end and limit of his cultivation and achieved the supreme, which is the immortal in the starry sky.

All this makes Ye Lingfeng feel disappointed. He seems to have some confusion about whether he really exists in every life or he really exists in the fog. Every life is too real.

Soon, the breeze rose again and the fourth generation came. In this life, as soon as he was born, he was raised above his head by a pair of rough hands, and then a rough voice laughed and said, "Ge laodi, finally gave birth to a man with a handle, who can inherit the mantle!"

As soon as the rough sound fell, there was a echoing sound around. Without exception, those sounds were very rough, full of wildness, giving people an uncomfortable feeling like a blade across the skin.

"I tell you, when chopping a man, this knife must be cut from top to bottom, so that it can hit his neck and prevent your knife from getting stuck in his bones! Remember? Try it again

As time goes by, eight years passed quickly. In a stockade square in a barren mountain, a big man patted young Ye Lingfeng on the head, holding a straw stick in his mouth, pointing out a middle-aged man tied to a post in front of him just like a broiler.

In Ye Lingfeng's hand, he held a machete, which was almost higher than his height.

Eight years later, he has gradually come to realize that he was born in a mountain stronghold where he became an outlaw.

But unlike those Liangshanpo who kill the rich and help the poor in the secular romance, they kill the rich but do not help the poor. Moreover, for the weak and the poor, they also treat them as animals, giving the grass bandits the practice of killing people.

"Please, spare me..." Seeing ye Lingfeng holding the knife up, the middle-aged man tied to the wooden post prayed in his eyes. Looking at Ye Lingfeng's eyes, he cried for mercy, hoping that he could let himself go.

Ye Lingfeng's hand holding the knife was trembling. He didn't know whether the knife should be cut off or not, and cut it on the middle-aged man's neck.

"Gerlaodi, hurry up!" But before he could make up his mind, the big man's slap behind him had already patted him on the back of the head. He was so excited that he had enough strength to chop on the middle-aged man.

Whoa! A knife cut off, blood like a fountain, spray his head and face, the whole person is fished out from the blood.

It turns out that killing people is this kind of feeling. There is no big difference between killing a person and killing a chicken.

Ye Lingfeng's hand holding the knife was shaking, but the corners of his eyes were not shaking, and there was a layer of excitement at the bottom of his tiny pupil.

"Good boy, have seed!" The big man laughs and looks up at the sky. It seems that he can't understand why a young man is so vicious. The middle-aged man kicks him to the ground. Then he stretches his hand and carries Ye Lingfeng from the ground. After throwing it into the hall, he pours a bowl of wine, pinches his nose and pours it down.

A bowl of wine into his stomach, he felt that his body was like a line of fire, and the faces of people around him gradually became confused. Then, a timid and scared girl who watched him appeared beside him. In the laughter of the big men and a group of grass-roots bandits, their clothes were stripped bare and thrown into bed.

Eight year old saw the blood of the young man, and poured a stomach of wine, eyes are some fire, in the girl's cry, she was overwhelmed in the corner of the bed, although still can't do anything, but it has let the girl's eyes shed tears."From now on, you are the real man. Take the knife and go down the mountain with me! "The next morning, the big man rushed into the room, took the naked man down from the bed and put a knife in his hand.

On this day, the Shanzhai robbed and killed a caravan, robbed all the goods of the caravan, and killed all the people of the caravan.

Ye Lingfeng's hand is also stained with blood. What he killed is not a young adult, but an old man and a young man.

The old man was gray haired, and the young man was the same age as him. When he saw him, the old man held the young man in his arms and knelt down in front of him, hoping that the young man of the same age could give their grandparents and grandchildren a way to live.

But it's a pity that ye Lingfeng didn't feel anything at all. He cut it down with one knife. The heavy blade penetrated the body of the old man and the young man. The blood dyed the ground red. The strong blood was salty and slightly sweet, which made him intoxicated.

As time goes by, more and more people are killed by Ye Lingfeng. After a strong man goes down the mountain to rob and is killed, the position of the stronghold boss is in his hands. But this inheritance is not without wind and waves, but with a knife in his hand. That night, with his head rolling, ye Lingfeng didn't count how many people died in his hands, but when he looked up, the moon in the sky turned into a blood moon!