Mutated Tao Chapter 73: Kill

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!! How could he still be alive!!"

Looking at the thing coming out of the water in front of him, Yuan Er couldn't help shouting.

Never one. Can escape from He Bo, and now this person has actually done it.

He knew this person, the person in front of him was the red-robed Taoist priest who killed dozens of his brothers!

Before these people figured out what was going on. He saw the weird Taoist priest slowly raised his head, walking towards them with blood marks step by step.

"Kill! Kill him quickly!! Quickly! Don't let him ring the bell!" Yuan Er's voice carried a trace of tension.

Although there was only one person on the other side, and there were hundreds of people on his side, Yuan Er felt inexplicably wanting to turn around and run away.

There was a series of swishing sounds, and dozens of arrows shot at the Taoist with a cold light, but none of them hit.

With a "stab", a man's body was dismantled by Li Huowang in full view.

The skin was torn, the blood vessels were broken, and hot blood spurted out from inside, onto Li Huowang's face, and onto the reeds on the ground.

The water bandits tried to besiege at first, but soon, the increasingly **** scenes cooled their enthusiasm.

Bai Sensen's spine, beating internal organs, overturned flesh, discarded everywhere.

This scene is comparable to eighteen layers of hell, and the anger and hatred in everyone's eyes are gradually replaced by fear.

When they saw that the Taoist in front of them began to eat people's hearts, they finally couldn't hold on anymore, and started to run for their lives with gradually trembling legs.

Even Yuan Er's order would not let them stay for a while, at this moment they were completely terrified.

When these people completely lost the will to resist and turned their backs to Li Huowang, a naked massacre was completely staged on this reed island.

"Grandpa, grandpa, think of a way!" Seeing his own younger brother being torn apart, Yuan Er was completely at a loss.

It was only then that he realized what a terrifying existence he had offended.

The old man who was extremely majestic before was also panicked at this moment. He clasped his hands together in a panic, and muttered something in a low voice to the dark red lake beside him.

This kind of muttering didn't last long. When he saw flesh and blood the size of a large boat floating from the bottom of the lake to the surface of the water, the old man suddenly felt his eyes darken, and his body was about to fall backwards.

It was He Bo, whom their ancestors worshiped for generations, and it was killed by that Taoist just like that!

Yuan Er's heart trembled when he saw this scene. Without a word, he picked up his grandfather behind him and ran towards the village.

Hearing the cries and screams behind him, Yuan Er turned a deaf ear to it, gritted his teeth and fled quickly.

Li Huowang saw Danyangzi in the distance slowly killing the water bandits one by one. Every time he killed a person, the redness in front of his eyes became deeper, and in the end, he was so red that he could not see the way.

At first, Li Huowang didn't want to stop anything, but when he saw Dan Yangzi grabbing the three-year-old child, he finally couldn't help it.

"Don't kill children, don't kill children!"

Amid Li Huowang's shouting. Dan Yangzi grabbed the boy and girl with the red dots between their eyebrows and fell to the ground fiercely, then stomped on the small chest and dented it.

Dan Yangzi, who was stepping on the corpse, turned around slowly, with a cruel smile on his blood-red face. "Baby...why?"

Li Huowang opened his mouth to say something, but he turned his head to look at the completely dark lake. When he thought of the other companions whose life and death were unknown, he suddenly found that he could not find any reason to refute

The pain in his heart almost swallowed everything in him instantly, he clutched his aching head and shouted desperately: "Why! Why can't they kill our people and I can't kill them?"

When he came back to his senses, Dan Yangzi had disappeared, and he appeared in Dan Yangzi's place.

At this time, in front of his eyes was a fat woman.

With pear blossoms and rain, she held a man with a half-shrunken head and cried bitterly. It seemed that the man was her husband.

"Kill her! Kill her or not! If you want to kill, kill the whole family!" A voice exploded in his ears out of thin air.

Li Huowang, whose eyes were constantly shaking, grabbed hold of the sword hilt around his neck and slowly pulled it out.

Immediately with a strong wave, a white arc flashed, and the miserable crying stopped abruptly.

At the moment when he started, Li Huowang felt a special feeling rushing from the back of his spine to the back of his head, making his head light and dizzy.

This fascinating feeling washed away the despair and pain in his heart.

"Heh, heh." Li Huowang, who couldn't hold back the maniacal smile on his face, clenched the sword in his hand, and walked towards the reed stockade step by step.

Not long after, there was a **** storm in the village.

Looking at the various faces being easily torn apart, and watching the fresh lives wither, Li Huowang laughed. The more people he killed, the louder he laughed, and he laughed uncontrollably.

"It's so **** cool!!"

The sound of swords entering the body continued to sound, and the dark yellow reed island was gradually covered in red.

It was completely dark that day, and the screams on the entire island gradually became quieter.

In the ancestral hall of the Yuan family, Li Huowang was covered in blood, holding a blood sword, and approached a thin young man step by step.

There is no sound from other places, this person should be the last person on the island.

Facing the murderous blood man in front of him, the young man was so frightened that he completely collapsed. He was so frightened that he was **** and waving his hands indiscriminately, whimpering nonsense.

Just as Li Huowang slowly raised the long sword in his hand, a familiar voice came from behind.

When he turned around dully, he saw a drenched Bai Lingmiao standing by the door, trembling while holding a fluorescent stone.

The moment I saw her, the killing intent in my heart and the strange feeling in the back of my head receded like a tide. "Are you not dead?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Li Huowang found that his voice had changed. The voice that should have been cheerful became extremely hoarse.

The sword on the neck, fortunately but unfortunately, injured the vocal cords.

"I know how to swim. There is a pond in front of my village. I have been playing in it since I was a child."

Li Huowang walked over with a sword in hand, took off his Taoist robe covered in blood scabs, and put it on Bai Lingmiao.

At this time, Li Huowang seemed to wake up, and looked at everything around him blankly, looking at the corpses in different shapes around him.

Regardless of age or gender, everyone dies, and dies by their own hands.

Looking at the dead girl with her mother in her arms around her, and the lifeless cradle, the self-blame and pain that had disappeared before surged into her heart again. He was almost out of breath.

Li Huowang slowly bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, gritted his teeth, and thrust it into his palm.

In the past, he never understood why Sister Hu, who was next door to the mental hospital, committed suicide, but now he understands.

The severe pain of self-harm can really make him feel a little better