After the battle at Lone Star Hall, the Shenzhou Gang, the New Century and Xianling Valley launched a comprehensive attack on the Free Gang at the same time. The phenomenon of clearing and killing each other's members between the gangs started again, and the storm caused this time was unpredictable. The forces formed by the Free Gang itself were all composed of non-sect members or the Dusk Sect. Originally, the original intention of Xianling Valley and the New Century was to only target the Jianghu people who joined the Free Gang. However, after the official launch, it happened frequently during the process of clearing and killing. The members of the Free Gang received support from non-sect members of the Jianghu, and thus encountered many unexpected casualties. Gradually, the members of the gang began to feel dissatisfied. At the same time, all major sects rejected the existence of the Dusk Sect. During the process of clearing and killing, the disciples of each sect also wanted to kill the disciples of the Dusk Sect at the same time.

Free members have a lot of complex social relationships in the world. Once they are attacked, they seek help from the gangs. While seeking help from the gangs, they also seek help from the ranger masters they originally knew in the world. This has enhanced the field strength of the Free Gang members in disguise, and often went to clear the killing gangs, but were killed by the Free Gangs and fled in panic. Under this situation, they finally developed into gangs, disciples of the top ten sects, the Free Gangs, the Dusk Sect, and the entire turn of the gangs who were originally not gang members in the world.

In just a few months, the two sides have accumulated a deep hatred that is difficult to resolve. Friends with their respective positions die under the sword of the other party, revenge, vent their anger, and kill the practice hole in a range. The situation becomes more and more intense. The original friends gradually faded because of their position, and then evolved into hatred. The world has turned into blood... Who else, and who can stop and change all this evolution?

It is a pleasure to kill the opponent with great pleasure and a sense of accomplishment. At that moment, the person who attacked would not consider the bitterness of the other party's hard practice of cultivation. The person being killed was angry and hatred. The cultivation accumulated by countless bitterness, sweat, tears instantly turned into nothing, and wanted to take revenge. When the person who is most important died in the hands of others, even if he killed the other party, he could not fully vent his anger. This kind of killing hope would further grow, killing people who have a similar position to the other party and venting the resentment in his heart. Therefore, the spread of hatred cannot be calculated in multiples.

Tolerance? Peace? Most people in the world are normal people. They have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. When everything has nothing to do with themselves, perhaps many people will sigh for this bloody and calmly condemn all this. When the people around them are caught in, how many people's rationality and intelligence firmly control impulsive emotions? Saints are not so easy to be, looking at their partners and their lovers are killed. A few people can calmly say: When will the revenge be repaid? Everyone, stop! This is ironic, good, because it is ironic, so this is difficult to achieve. The scope of killing is constantly expanding, and the spread of hatred is getting faster and faster.

Keming is at the top of Hengshan Mountain, looking into the distance, the pain in his heart is beyond words, but Ming hates himself, hates himself, it is his powerlessness, and his failure makes the world like this. If he had successfully disintegrated the existence of the gang system, then all this would probably not have happened. Keming's ears seemed to hear the painful wails of countless tragic deaths in the world; in his mind, countless painful moans under the sword... Tears slowly flowed out from Keming's self-blame eyes, but Ming can't do anything now, but Ming can't help but watch the world fall into an increasingly crazy bloody blood, but he is unable to do anything, and he is unable to change anything...

Rong'er walked slowly to Xi'er, who was alone and independent of Piaomiao Peak, and said softly, "Xi'er, I already know. Why did you take Yiyun to Xuexin? Why don't we know?" "Hehehe... Ling'er, you will be so angry..." Rong'er was slightly embarrassed. Indeed, Ling'er seemed to have a very strange competition mentality about Yiyun. Once she felt that the gap between herself and Yiyun was too big, she would definitely make up for this gap at all. If Ling'er knew that Yiyun could endure the sequelae of Xuexin, she would definitely ask for it at all costs. But Rong'er felt that this was not enough, not enough was a reason!

"Xi'er, you're hiding me! Not only that, I know, who knows you better than Le'er and me?" Xi'er took a sip of Piaomiao Wuhen, smiling as lightly as usual, "Hahaha... Rong'er, Jianghu... has begun to change, can you hear countless wails?" Rong'er said with a smile and laughter, "Xi'er! Don't change the topic!" Xi'er turned around and walked away slowly, murmured, "Hahaha... Rong'er, Jianghu, has changed... will die... will die..." Rong'er was helpless, knowing that Xi'er had made up her mind and didn't tell her anymore. She immediately made various guesses in her heart, but her face turned into a shady and unstable mood. In the end, she couldn't be sure of the reason for Xi'er to do this. What would it be...

Yiyun held Zishan, but near the Dali city gate, she encountered a group of gang members. When they saw the two of them regarding as members of the Freedom Department without saying anything, they rushed towards them with murderous intent. Zishan retreated behind Yiyun, hugged Yiyun with her hands, and slightly exposed half of her face to look at the crowd rushing up. In the past two months, this situation was not the first time. Yiyun walked slowly with expressionless face, and rushed up the crowd. As she approached, Yiyun's hands seemed to be extremely slow and gently brushed by, and her originally aggressive good hand movements were immediately stopped. When Yiyun and Zishan walked into the city gate, blood was shot out from the throats of more than ten people, and they fell to the ground.

Zishan took out the towel and wiped Yiyun's middle fingers carefully. He said with satisfaction, "Although there is no blood stain, I still feel clean after wiping it!" Killing such a person with a large gap in strength, the murderous aura increased extremely slowly, and a person only added two points. On the contrary, when killing Xiaolongnu, it increased by more than 500,000 in an instant. Therefore, Yiyun also understood that if the murderous aura wanted to grow rapidly after tens of millions, the more likely it would be to be close to him.

It's really ridiculous, as if other people were vaguely food to enhance their murderous aura. Is this human being still human? Yiyun thought to herself mockingly.

While practicing Zixiao's body technique, Yiyun let Zishan pull through Dali streets. The scenes that were originally familiar now seemed to be a hazy memory of her previous life. "Little Fox?" A man selling cabbage approached the two of them enthusiastically and greeted them. Zishan looked at the visitor curiously. Yiyun searched for memories and gradually remembered that this person was called Feng who drifted everywhere. He had been in the Chaos Era for more than 40 years. He chose to farm careers, but not all kinds of equipment.

The ingredients are vegetables, and the best one he grows is cabbage! His cabbage is definitely well-deserved. In Dali, no one is more delicious than the cabbage he sells. How come decades of experience are easy? Yiyun remembers that he also has a wife, very beautiful, light and quiet. It is said that she has been together for more than 30 years. These times are Yiyun’s memories in Dali. Yiyun has no time to calculate how far away it is now, because it is very hazy.

Yiyun nodded with a smile, just like the tone of the past, the wind drifting everywhere praised Zishan, and praised Yiyun for having the same vision as herself and chose a good wife. This is a world that is separated from the world, and this is just an ordinary world for people who like to live peacefully. No one here is interested in people in the world. Even the famous masters in the world are very difficult to hear from people here. This is an existence that people in the world do not want to live and will not pay attention to. Yiyun said that in recent years, they have been doing business, and the wind drifting everywhere, and asked how many innocent people they have cheated. Yiyun said that after making some money, he walked around with his purple shirt and relaxed. The wind drifting everywhere smiled and scolded Yiyun for not knowing how to enjoy life, stayed quietly in Dali, and lived with his money and lived with his life. Why bother going around!

"I haven't seen you for so long, little fox, go to my stall to pick a few cabbages, let your wife taste how delicious the cabbage I grow!" Yiyun held Zishan, nodded and walked into the market. Zishan suddenly exclaimed, "Look at the pig slaying man, it seems to be the one who was trampled to death by Wushu last time!" Feng drifting everywhere ran back to the stall and carefully selected cabbage. In fact, any cabbage he sold was definitely a quality without doubt. The pig slaying stall beside the two of them smiled and said, "My name is Xiaoma Xiaoerlang. The girl is talking about the past. After rebirth, I chose to be a pig slaying man. I have used knife for so many years. Now I kill pigs. It's really quick. The world is dangerous. It's still a peaceful day, which is more suitable for life."

Feng drifting everywhere greeted the two of them. Zishan smiled and said goodbye to Xiaoma Xiaoerlang. He followed Yiyun to approach the stall and took the cabbage that had been tied up by Mali. "What's the money? Little fox, you're here now. I haven't seen each other for so long. What's the big deal about a few cabbages, but the gift I gave to Zishan." Yiyun stopped insisting, "Save me money, that's better. Haha..." Feng, who was drifting everywhere, laughed and scolded a few times, "It's still old virtues, and he's stingy in his bones!" At this time, several people approached the stall and selected the cabbage. Yiyun and Zishan waved goodbye. "They lived a peaceful and simple life, right? Yiyun." Zishan said with some envy, "Yes, it's very calm. But it's not simple. Moreover, it doesn't belong to me, and it never belongs to..."
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