Chapter 962

Outside the starry sky, the youth was wrapped by Wang Zheng's yin-yang Qi. Even in the deep and turbulent universe, there was still no wave. Any change in the outside world could not shake the barrier formed by yin-yang Qi.

"What did you bring me to do in the universe?" the young man looked at Wang Zheng humbly. Before, he just mistakenly thought Wang Zheng was an alien race. If Wang Zheng really cared, he couldn't resist.

Wang Zheng didn't speak, but his face was cold. The murderous gas in his body slowly spread. The spreading murderous gas was like putting a small stone in the pond. At first, it just ripples. With more and more murderous gas released, the aura around Wang Zheng was shaking and even had a feeling of fear.

The boy closest to Wang Zheng only felt that everything was red in front of him, as if he were in a killing battlefield, surrounded by blood and bodies. It was as if there was a great demon king who had survived for some time, waved his huge axe and fell down. The boy unconsciously stretched out his hand to stop the huge axe, but after a moment, the axe didn't fall, and everything didn't change.

"Ah Nian, run quickly!" the young man's eyes showed the blood stained face of his dead mother. A corpse gnawing family did not know when it had torn the woman's muscles with sharp claws, and fresh blood splashed on the young man's face. The warm blood awakened the dull young man.

"Roar!" the young man's throat rolled, and the angry roar came out from his throat. The young man suddenly jumped onto the corpse gnawing family. His fists and teeth became his weapons. Crazy, he was constantly tearing the corpse gnawing family.

The gnawing corpse clan who ate the pain threw the boy to the ground, and the sharp claws penetrated the boy's chest, but he still bit a piece of rotten meat surging with green blood in the boy's mouth.

The cold feeling lingered between the young man's limbs, and death seemed to wander around the young man, taking his life away at any time.

"Everything is over." just when the teenager felt that he was going to die, his steady voice broke everything, dispelled the cold of death and broke the dark world.

When the young man returned to God, he was kneeling in front of Wang Zheng, his body trembling, and Wang Zheng still looked at him indifferently, but there was no murderous spirit echoing around Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng swept the youth and said faintly after a long time: "you have a firm heart and can persist for so long under the impact of my killing idea. You really have a unique talent."

Wang Zheng's killing intention contains the will of heaven's punishment. Now there is a miscellaneous demonic nature of the devil's heart, which touches the most feared thing in the bottom of his heart. Once ordinary immortals are controlled by their own killing intention, they will soon collapse, and their performance may not be better than that of the young man in front of them.

The boy kept panting and trying to get his temperature back to normal, but the picture of his mother's death still lingered in his mind.

Without giving the teenager much time, Wang Zheng asked coldly, "do you want to be stronger?"

The young man stayed where he was. Just now, the impact of Wang Zheng's killing intention was still very strong, which made him unable to recover for a while and a half.

"For the last time, do you want to be stronger?"

When the young man looked up at Wang Zheng, he only felt that Wang Zheng was like a bottomless vortex, cold, and the feeling of death invaded his heart.

"I... Will!" the young man's body trembled like chaff. Even when he spoke, his tongue was knotted. For him, the short three words barely spoke out with all his strength.

Wang Zheng nodded with satisfaction. His face was still gloomy, but he was more kind than just now: "you are born with a different perception of killing intention. I can take you to master it."

"Master the killing intention?" the young man looked at Wang Zheng in some ignorance. He felt the killing intention Wang Zheng said, but he never entered the door.

Looking at the ignorant young man, Wang Zheng didn't explain much, but his fingers were a little empty. The killing intention poured out around Wang Zheng like a tide, forming an unshakable barrier. Within the barrier, the killing intention was full of killing, killing immortals, killing ghosts, and even killing heaven!

Under the shock of Wang Zheng's killing intention, the young man was difficult to move, and his spirit was suffering all the time. As long as his mind was relaxed, he would be washed away by the killing intention at any time, and his soul dissipated.

Half a ring, the boy's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his body was shaking, his teeth fought, and his bones creaked.

Looking at the young man's appearance, Wang Zheng waved his hand, and all the killing intention was absorbed into his body, and the boundary dissipated.

"This is what I want to teach you to turn killing intention into a means of attack. What you saw just now is a small space that I felt when some immortals created an independent space and temporarily condensed with killing intention as the foundation. You can also call it killing intention field. In this field, immortals with equal strength with me can only play one or two tenths of their skills, and those with stronger strength can suppress 30% at most Means! "

Wang Zheng's words were understated, but they completely changed in the young man's ears. The man who turned the tide for many times is now on the road of slaughtering immortals.

"How should I cultivate the field of killing consciousness?" the boy asked directly without hesitation.

"At least you have to feel the killing intention first. Your control over the killing intention is not even superficial. Even if you can use the killing intention occasionally, it is only because the emotional fluctuation has stimulated your potential. I will set up a weakened killing intention field here. If you can survive for a week, you should be able to feel the existence of the killing intention."

The youth took the way of killing intention, naturally to understand between life and death, so Wang Zheng was the field of killing intention, and even the weakened field of killing intention was not so resistant.

Hearing the killing field, the boy was just slightly distracted, then nodded seriously and said, "I will come out alive!"

Looking at the young man's firm eyes, Wang Zheng smiled. At his age, he was still a smelly loser. He had nothing to do to peek at the beauty bathing, smoke, drink and fight.

"Whoosh, whoosh." Wang Zheng gave up his idea, slid his fingers in the void, built a closed space, and poured his killing intention into the space.

The young man stepped into the space without hesitation. He just looked at Wang Zheng and asked, "if I can come out alive, can I worship you as a teacher?"

Wang Zheng was stunned and said with a smile, "it depends on your performance."

The boy didn't argue any more, but quietly walked into the space in the field of killing intention.

When Wang Zheng didn't pay attention, he divided a mind to control this killing field. He didn't want such a good seedling to die like this.

"Li Nian, I wish you good luck." Wang Zheng smiled and muttered to himself, and then returned to the earth. Only then did the four young people with rules get one and three.

The three kings did not intend to send them to the Taoist temple directly, but made some cultivation plans for them, and didn't send them to the Taoist temple until they finished.

Wang Zheng wants to ensure that these four special teenagers can become the patron saint of the Federation in the future.

For a whole week, Wang Zheng was busy arranging four teenagers. It has to be said that they were not all lucky to be favored by the law. Each of them had a great mood and was definitely a good seedling of cultivation.

A week later, Wang Zheng came to the starry sky again, but he saw that his field had been broken, and a teenager was standing beside his mind.

"Met the master!" seeing Wang Zheng coming, the young man bowed respectfully. Wang Zheng withdrew his mind and showed a trace of consternation on his face.