Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"I didn't expect that your vampire clan is still developing descendants in China!"

Jiang Tian smiled and said disdainfully: "However, unfortunately, I have no interest in becoming a stinky bat like you who can only hide in the cave without seeing the light all day long. I also want to bathe in the warm sunshine."

At this time, he used his spiritual consciousness to sense that the bloodline of the man in black robes was very similar to the "blood evil clan" in the world of cultivation.

However, compared to the Blood Fiends who are as powerful as demon gods, they are much weaker, just like a small snake compared to a giant python.

Moreover, the blood clan on earth cannot see the sun, but the blood demon clan in the world of cultivation can walk freely without fear of the sun.

Back then, all the clan leaders of the Blood Fiend Clan were killed by Jiang Tian with a raised hand. Now, Jiang Tian doesn't pay attention to the weaker Vampire Clan at all.

"Jiang Taichu, you are really crazy!"

Anthony was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pursed his thin and red lips and said disdainfully:

"I know you are very powerful, but you are no longer the same person you were before. It is only because you have made too many enemies and were attacked by Southeast Asian masters at the top of Mount Everest. You were seriously injured! How much cultivation do you still have, now that you are dying? Iron body, or inner strength? Haha, even if you are in the early stage of transformation, in my eyes, you are just an ant and can only be my blood slave!"

"It turns out Jiang Tian is injured!"

Zhao Xueqing was shocked, her pretty face turned pale and full of worry.

Although her spiritual consciousness is powerful, she still knows too little about the world of cultivation, and she did not notice that Jiang Tian was weak and seriously injured.

Realizing this, she immediately stretched out her jade arms to block Jiang Tian, ​​stared at Anthony, gritted her teeth and shouted angrily: "You, get out of here and don't touch my husband! Otherwise, I will take action!" "

"Haha, so interesting!"

Anthony in black robe looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, then his smile faded and he said with disdain: "I heard that Master Jiang loves his wife very much, but I didn't expect that now you can only let your woman protect you!"

"Okay, now I will turn you into my loyal blood slave! A blood slave turned into a Chinese warrior with cultivation will definitely become more powerful. Thinking about it, I am very excited!"

"Anthony, it seems that his cultivation has really weakened. Let's let our Tombstone organization kill him!"

Suddenly, seven or eight powerful figures appeared in the living room, led by a blond man who smiled disdainfully.

Each of these eight people wore black tights covered with body armor, anti-vertigo night vision goggles, pistols, rifles, tactical sabers, and even grenades.

"God of Death, you can't kill him. I need a Chinese warrior to be my blood slave! I have already reported it to my employer, and the employer thinks it is feasible!" Anthony said dissatisfiedly.

"Dear Mr. Earl, if you allow our Tombstone Organization to take action first, I can agree to give you more of the reward!"

The God of Death smiled politely and said: "You take 300 million, and I only take 200 million. This should be fair! If we can't kill him, it's not too late for you Scarlet/Totem to take action again!"

"Now that his cultivation level has been reduced, there is no reason why you can't kill him if you have guns!"

Anthony snorted disdainfully at first, and then said full of regret and depression: "This is a descendant of the inner strength and may even be the transformation state. I am really unwilling to do so!"

"The information about his injury was provided by our tombstone..."

Death smiled and said: "Besides, Blood/Totem and Tombstone will have more cooperation in the future..."

These two strong men from the dark world were bargaining and chattering there. They simply regarded Jiang Tian and his wife as dead people and had no power to resist them.

"Are you done yet?"

Seeing this, Zhao Xueqing was so angry that she stamped her feet and yelled: "Hurry up, or I will kill you!"

"Beautiful lady, don't worry, we have already discussed it, let's do it!"

Following the God of Death's command, a killer raised his pistol, aimed at Jiang Tian's eyebrows, and fired brazenly.

boom! With a bang, Jiang Tian's body shook and he resisted the shot.

Of course he had the ability to dodge this shot, but he wanted to inspire Qing'er's fighting spirit and murderous intention.

Jiang Tian knew that for ordinary people like Qing'er, killing someone was an insurmountable psychological barrier.

In his previous life, even though his family was ruined and his relatives were killed, and he had an overwhelming hatred for the world, when he killed someone for the first time, he still vomited for a long time and almost vomited out bile.

"Husband, are you okay?"

Zhao Xueqing rushed to Jiang Tian, ​​knelt on the ground, held his forehead, and asked with worry and concern.

"It's okay... Qing'er, do you understand the truth of this world now?"

Jiang Tian looked down at her tearful eyes, smiled slightly, and spoke sincerely.

Jiang Tian, ​​who had been shot, was not in fear of his life, but there was a deep scar between his eyebrows, and blood was trickling down.

Looking at Jiang Tian's warm eyes, Zhao Xueqing was stunned, but her vision blurred for a while, and many pictures appeared in her mind like a revolving door.

When I was five years old, I went hunting with my father in the mountains. My father shot a wild duck and showed it off to me with a smile on his face. The bloody duck frightened him to tears.

Seven years old, holding a fly swatter by himself, bang! Slapping it on the ground, the fly turned into a piece of juice...

When I was ten years old, I was fishing in a wilderness pond with my classmates. Everyone took photos in front of the camera holding their own catches.

The youthful figure, the bright and pure smile, and the V-sign of victory gesture to the camera, but those fish are still struggling...

Fourteen years old, junior high school, on the rooftop after class, she was knocked to the ground by several female classmates. She knelt down and begged for mercy, while the classmates around her were smiling proudly and using cameras to record the video.

Killing has always existed, I just didn't realize it.

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"So, you have to kill to survive, right?"

Hearing his confused and weak voice, the picture in front of Zhao Xueqing gradually became clear.

She saw Jiang Tian smiling gently and looking at her, and the pleasant voice reached her ears again——

"Yes, war and plunder occupy a large part of the history of civilization. Even if you don't mean to hurt others and you are building, the other party will come to your door..."

"Well, that's right! I have to kill them!"

Zhao Xueqing sighed quietly, turned around, and looked at these villains with cold eyes.

"Haha, we are still discussing the progress of civilization. We are so desperate!"

"Oh, although this shot didn't kill him, it still injured him. He should only have the inner strength!"

"Yes, if eight guns were fired at the same time, he would definitely be beaten into a sieve..."

"Don't kill this woman. She's very delicious. I want to fuck her a few times. This is the woman of the master of Chinese martial arts! It's enough for me to show off on the dark web for a lifetime!"

"Master Jiang, beautiful lady, why don't you beg for mercy! If you beg for mercy, I can let this beauty go!"

Several killers from the Tombstone organization pointed their guns at Jiang Tian and talked with ridicule and joking.

Some killers do it to make money, and often do so as a last resort, but some are born killers, bloodthirsty and crazy.

The people on the tombstones in front of them are obviously the second type. Killing people can give them an indescribable sense of satisfaction, a sense of superiority over others' lives and deaths.

Especially when the target is shrouded in fear, puts down their dignity, and kneels down in tears to beg for mercy, it can bring them to the peak of pleasure.

"You deserve to die!"

Zhao Xueqing's eyes suddenly turned cold and turned into a strange golden color, full of murderous intent. She stood up slowly and said every word.

In an instant, the aura of the Immortal Phoenix Girl's body was rising steadily, and the aura of the Phoenix Girl suddenly emitted, pushing in all directions.

Click! There was a soft sound, and the glass on the table cracked with shocking cracks.

"Huh? What does she want to do?"

The God of Death suddenly felt a strong killing intent.

This murderous intention was so strong that it made him feel frightened even though he was killing people.

"Danger!"

He subconsciously screamed to remind him, but it was too late. He was horrified to see——

Click! Bang! Amidst the explosive sound, Zhao Xueqing's snowy feet broke through the solid wood floor. Amidst the flying wood chips, the human figure surged out like a hurricane, with a devastating force.

The four fingers of her crystal clear jade hands were brought together as sharp as a knife, and she stabbed out with an indomitable momentum.

puff!

The jade hand was like a piece of waste paper, easily piercing the body armor and stabbing into the chest of a tombstone.

A scoff!

A stream of blood spurted out with force like an arrow!

"Ahem..."

The tombstone's face was twisted and hideous due to the extreme pain. He held Zhao Xueqing's arm in pain, coughed feebly, spurted blood, and bent down deeply.

Whoosh!

Zhao Xueqing raised her leg and delivered a sharp knee strike, hitting the opponent's head like a cannonball.

boom!

This man's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, with red and white heads spurting out.

The broken body flew up as weakly as a rag doll, flew seven or eight meters away, and fell heavily in the courtyard.

Qing'er was sprayed with blood, and her plain white silk pajamas seemed to be blooming with little plum blossoms.

Snapped!

She threw her steaming, still-beating heart to the ground, raised her feet, and bang! Step on the ground and crush it to pieces.

She stood proudly in a pool of blood, her cold eyes scanning the crowd who were retreating in horror, her voice cold and solemn, like the devil's whisper coming from hell——

"I told you not to hurt my husband!"

The whole audience was shocked.

"Could it be that she is also a warrior!"

"It's strange, the information didn't say anything!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Xueqing who was covered in blood in disbelief, dumbfounded, her face was as pale as paper, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat in an instant.

"Kill her!"

A killer looked at Zhao Xueqing with fear in his eyes and pressed the trigger to the end.

Bullets poured towards Qing'er like rain.

"go to hell!"

Zhao Xueqing gave a light scolding and did not dodge at all. She swayed and came to the gunman.

The delicate jade-white hand was raised, the slender jade fingers spread out, and the friction with the air made a sonic boom sound, and Duotou took a picture.

boom!

The killer's head shattered into pieces without any suspense. Among the flying brains and broken bones, the remaining half of the head sank into the neck cavity.

"She is not afraid of bullets, and she is also a master of transformation! This damn intelligence officer, why didn't you figure it out!"

The god of death was horrified, furious, resentful of the sky, the earth, the air, and even wanted to go berserk.