Immortal Emperor’s Self-cultivation

Li Hanguang slowly stretched out his hand, and grasped the mass of light that contained the artistic conception of killing.

hum!

The ball of light flowed down Li Hanguang's palm like flowing water and sank into his body.

In an instant, strong blood-colored power fluctuations emanated from Li Hanguang's body.

Li Hanguang suddenly opened his eyes.

Both eyes are blood red.

A blood-red world seemed to appear in his eyes.

Between heaven and earth, there is a barrenness.

The sky is bloody, so is the earth, and the river is even more...

Dead bones everywhere!

The whole world is like a mass grave!

Li Hanguang walked alone in the barren world for an unknown number of years!

no direction.

I don't know where to go or what to do.

Only one voice keeps echoing in my mind!

go forward!

Can't stop!

Every time he walked a certain distance, countless creatures would rush up to block Li Hanguang's steps.

But those creatures are so weak.

He couldn't even stop him from waving his hand, and it turned into corpses all over the ground!

Those creatures are not afraid of death.

Forward and successive.

The corpses under his feet gradually piled up into a giant mountain that lifted the sky.

The blood behind him has already merged into a sea of ​​blood.

Li Hanguang stood at the top of the corpse mountain, looking at the whole world.

Look calm.

Not the slightest bit moved.

After a long time, he looked at the sky above his head and sighed softly: "No wonder... Yinyue seems to be a different person after her bloodline has transformed!"

After finishing speaking, Li Hanguang turned around with a flick of his sleeves and stepped out.

in an instant.

Mountains and rivers collapsed.

The world collapsed.

All the scenes in front of me, like a burnt scroll, were turned into pieces until they were ashes.

In the end, all fantasies vanished.

...

He is still inside the house.

The tea on the table was still boiling hot, exuding a fascinating aroma.

The memory in my mind seems to contain endless years.

But in reality, it was only for a moment.

Li Hanguang tapped on the table.

Faint blood-colored ripples emerged from the strike, forming ring-shaped ripples that diffused around.

in an instant.

The originally ordinary room seems to have turned into a forest of ghosts.

The terrifying killing intent almost turned into substance.

The killing intent condensed into coercion.

This aura is enough to make a person with a weak heart kneel on the ground directly, unable to exert any strength from his whole body.

Even, the liver and gallbladder are torn!

...

Hanhai Peak, Jianjianfang.

Chu Xiaolian just came back here and planned to continue practicing.

suddenly.

He suddenly raised his head, looked in the direction of Hanhai Peak, his pupils shrank suddenly: "This is..."

Yan Chixiao's voice sounded in his mind: "Hiss—what a terrifying killing intent!"

Chu Xiaolian looked solemn: "Is it the direction of the senior brother's courtyard? Could it be that the senior brother is practicing?"

Yan Chixiao showed a look of horror: "The intensity of this killing intent... Li Hanguang, this kid, has actually comprehended the killing intent!"

Chu Xiaolian was puzzled and said, "The mood of killing? Is that a kind of sword intent?"

Yan Chixiao shook his head, eyes full of vicissitudes and complexity: "No!"

"The artistic conception of killing is born only because of killing, and possesses terrifying killing power!"

"Moreover, unlike Sword Intent and Saber Intent... there are certain requirements for fighting methods!"

"It can be perfectly integrated into all combat methods!"

"After comprehension, even a simple punch and kick can have a terrifying power!"

"It is rumored that if you practice it to the extreme, a single look can make a person's soul fly away, and both body and spirit will die!"

Hearing this, Chu Xiaolian's mouth could not be closed due to surprise.

"In the world, there is such a powerful artistic conception?"

"Isn't that stronger than Haoran Sword Intent?"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Yan Chixiao pondered: "The rumors are just rumors after all!"

"Until now, the old man has never heard of anyone who has comprehended the concept of killing to the extreme!"

Chu Xiaolian was puzzled: "Why? Because it's so obscure that it's hard to comprehend?"

Yan Chixiao shook his head and said, "No, it's very simple! Killing is enough..."

Chu Xiaolian was stunned: "Killing?"

Yan Chixiao sighed, "Yes, kill!"

"The artistic conception of killing is the artistic conception that escapes from the primitive killing and sublimates!"

"If you want to comprehend it, it's very simple, just kill it!"

"But it's hard at the same time!"

"Because the number of people to be killed is... a lot!"

Chu Xiaolian felt Yan Chixiao's complicated emotions, and asked in puzzlement, "How much is it?"

Yan Chixiao thought for a while, and said: "In the Eastern Territory, there was once a demonic hero who, in order to comprehend the artistic conception of first-rank killing, slaughtered six cities in a row and killed more than 100 million lives!"

Hearing this, Chu Xiaolian's face suddenly changed.

Killed over 100 million lives!

Just to comprehend the first-grade killing mood?

How crazy is this?

Chu Xiaolian lost his voice and said, "One grade is so frightening, isn't it..."

It is so difficult to comprehend only one grade.

If we want to reach the ultimate realm Yan Chixiao mentioned, wouldn't it be necessary to destroy half of the Five Realms?

Who can allow it?

Yan Chixiao knew what he was thinking, shook his head and said: "You are wrong, the further you go, the harder it is to improve the killing mood!"

"It's pointless to kill those weak people who have no resistance!"

"Only with your own strength, you can personally fight the existence that is stronger than yourself!"

Chu Xiaolian was dumbfounded.

If you just kill some mortals without cultivation, or low-level monks.

Many devils are definitely willing to take the risk.

Can……

Fight those who are obviously stronger than yourself?

Isn't that courting death?

No wonder, no one has ever truly comprehended the killing mood to its peak!

The concept of killing, for ordinary monks, there is no chance to even try it!

Chu Xiaolian suddenly remembered something, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Then senior brother, could it be..."

After listening to Yan Chixiao's words, an extremely astonishing news suddenly appeared in Chu Xiaolian's mind.

Could it be that the eldest brother has killed over 100 million lives?

As soon as this idea came out.

Chu Xiaolian suddenly felt cold all over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Everything seemed unreal.

Impossible!

He thought of Eldest Senior Brother's figure in fluttering white clothes, like an exiled immortal.

In any case, it is impossible to connect with a devil who has killed more than 100 million lives!

Yan Chixiao shook his head: "This is also where I am strange!"

"It's impossible for him to kill that many people."

"Don't talk about people... Even if you kill too many animals, the murderous intent on your body can't be concealed at all!"

Chu Xiaolian heard the words and nodded in agreement.

Eldest brother has been the most beautiful existence in the entire Tai Cang Mansion since he was a child.

From the beginning of practice, almost every step has been written into a legend.

How could it be possible to do such a murder quietly?

"However, the aura of killing mood just now is definitely not wrong!"

Yan Chixiao frowned tightly, puzzled.

Chu Xiaolian guessed: "Teacher, the artistic conception of killing can only be comprehended through killing?"

"What if the elder brother has a chance, what kind of inheritance will he get?"

"Did you say that senior brother may be the son of luck?"

Yan Chixiao's eyes brightened slightly.

It's not impossible!

As I said before, the concept of killing is difficult.

There are many people who want to practice, but there may not be one who can really practice in thousands of years!

And each of them is a famous hero of an era.

If such a person really leaves behind an inheritance, it must be an unimaginable opportunity!

With that boy Li Hanguang's luck...

It seems that it is not unimaginable!

"I've seen too many evil things about your elder brother, and I always habitually attribute all the peculiarities in him to himself!"

"Even this kind of thing has been ignored..."

"old!"

Yan Chixiao sighed and shook his head.

Chu Xiaolian smiled and comforted him: "Teacher, don't talk nonsense, you are in the prime of your life, how can you say you are old?"

Yan Chixiao was startled when he heard this.

Immediately, his face was full of relief, the good student in his heart finally grew up!

At this moment, Chu Xiaolian turned his eyeballs and asked tentatively, "Teacher, you..."

"Should it also suppress the romantic figures of an era?"

When Yan Chixiao heard this, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and he said proudly: "I dare not say that an era is suppressed!"

"However, the younger generation in Tai Cang Mansion back then, I was the second, and no one dared to be the first!"

...

Chu Xiaolian's eyes brightened: "Since that's the case, teacher, you must have left a legacy, right?"

"Where is the grave, I'll go and have a look?"