Bai Qi! When he heard this name, a bloody red flashed in Ding Ling's eyes. At this moment, his murderous heart jumped inexplicably.

Ding Ling, who suddenly realized that he was not right, quickly calmed down and it took him a minute to recover from his manic mentality.

"Fuck! What's going on?" Ding Ling looked at Mingyue in horror.

Mingyue looked at him and said calmly: "Killing heart, killing heart... This is the most difficult state of mind, and even one rare case appears in thousands of states of mind that breaks through the holy realm. And Bai Qi... do you know who this is, right?"

Ding Ling nodded.

Even if he was a novice, he knew who Bai Qi was. The most famous killing god in Chinese history led the Qin army to push thousands of miles, killing 400,000 people without blinking!

Just in terms of the number of people he killed, except for Hitler's victory over the Jews, there are almost no one in the world.

But you should know that although Hitler destroyed millions of Jews, how many people in the world were at that time? Bai Qi killed more than one million people when he unified the six countries... You should know that when he unified the six countries, only two million people died in total, and Bai Qi alone destroyed more than half of them!

This kind of killing aura is enough to be called the number one killing god in the ages.

"I don't know if this set of exercises has anything to do with him. If you want to practice, you will be the strongest in cooperating with your killing heart."

"The strongest?" Ding Ling's eyes lit up.

Mingyue nodded: "Not one."

Ding Ling was immediately moved, but he was not so moved that he was blind. He immediately asked, "What are the consequences?"

Mingyue said calmly: "The consequence is that you are most likely to be called the God of Killing..."

Ding Ling then asked, "What does it mean? Is it a murderous devil? He is crazy and chopped off other people's heads as urinals? Or he doesn't leave any room for them to kill everyone?"

If he is affected, he is called such a person, then he will definitely not dare to practice.

Fortunately, Mingyue shook her head: "The devil who kills is not the case, but when your killing heart is activated, you will become particularly bloodthirsty. Unless you cultivate compassion, it is difficult to stop you."

Ding Ling continued to ask: "When the killing heart is activated, should we kill regardless of good or bad? Or only the bad guys?"

Mingyue said with rare patience: "Bad people? There are only enemies, no bad people..."

Ding Ling took a breath, rubbed his eyebrows and murmured, "Let me think about it carefully... Although I don't claim to be a saint, I really can't do such cruel and easy-to-kill things like killing and surrendering prisoners."

Mingyue nodded, and she also knew that Ding Ling, a good child born in New China and raised under the Red Banner, had the biggest killing before he met her, just trampled on to death, pinched the caterpillar to death, and never even killed a chicken. Now he suddenly wanted to become a killing god like Bai Qi, which was indeed a bit difficult for him to accept.

But thinking about it from now on... a trace of worry flashed in Mingyue's eyes.

Although Mingyue has not woken up yet, it does not mean that she has no feelings for the future. She even believes that Ding Ling also feels the enemy she is going to face. It’s just that he has been pretending not to know and not thinking about those things that are too far away. He just hopes to grasp the present well and then take a look step by step...

Ding Ling’s mentality is that simple.

Ding Ling was silent and pondering. Just as Mingyue felt, he felt more and more that his shoulders were about to be unable to shoulder some important tasks. In the Youxutian, the coalition forces had almost gathered. Just by waiting for his order, a million troops could set out at any time and run to the unknown distance.

Compared to Youxutian, Mingyue brought more pressure to the stories he felt one after another. His failure to ask Mingyue did not mean that he had never thought about Mingyue.

Although he doesn't know Mingyue's true identity now, one thing that is certain is that Mingyue is an ancient aunt, and she is in the same group as Huangdi... And Huangdi is dead, Mingyue wants to take revenge.

When Mingyue wants to take revenge, Ding Ling naturally has no choice but to have no room for thought.

But who is the one who can kill Huangdi? The heavenly soldiers and generals? The gods?

Thinking of these legendary powerful existences, Ding Ling only felt his insignificance. Yes, insignificance...

Taking a deep breath, Ding Ling looked up at Mingyue, and he said cautiously: "Mingyue, what do you mean?"

Mingyue looked like this and her eyes were calm: "What you mean is what I mean."

Ding Ling focused: "That's done!"

Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "I will try Tiansuan again in the afternoon, hoping to find out the name and origin of this set of rituals. Now I am just a little bit of it, and I will ask you to practice and repair it."

"Okay, then start now."

Mingyue returned to Ding Ling's body, and then Ding Ling's spiritual sense moved, Mingyue passed the upper half of the merit to him.

Gongjue exists in the form of an ancient book. Ding Ling used his spiritual sense to open the first page without a cover and saw eight big characters.

"Neither god nor honor, only killing can stop living."

As he gently touched the eight big words with his spiritual sense, his heart jumped suddenly, and a purple light rose instantly.

Ding Ling then turned down, and followed by a series of running formulas. He recited these formulas with his spiritual sense, and then he felt that the purple light in his heart quickly penetrated into the river of life, and then slowly flowed throughout his body with the formula.

While Ding Ling was practicing, Mingyue was constantly simulating and modifying the operation of his Fate River. At this moment, she was stroking her hands on the main pole of the Fate Tree. The entire Fate Tree was automatically without wind, just like a supercomputer with the extreme power.

"...sacrifice your life to heaven...return to the purple palace."

As the first level of mantra was completed, the purple light instantly penetrated the void between the heart and the tree of fate and directly penetrated into the tree of fate.

The tree of fate trembled violently.

Ding Ling and Mingyue opened their eyes at the same time.

I saw two extreme purple colors in Ding Ling's pupils. As he breathed deeply, the purple colors slowly disappeared.

Mingyue said: "These are sword techniques that are peeled from the first layer, you can try it."

Ding Ling nodded, he jumped out of the window and hesitated for a moment. He did not go to a wide training ground, but directly rushed out of the wall and came to a small hill outside the manor.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ding Ling summoned the Xuanyuan Sword. He closed his eyes and held the sword and slowly gestured with the bright moon under the tree of fate.

I saw his long sword first drew a semicircle on his side, then pinched it firmly with his left hand, and then stabbed it straight with his right hand!

With a thought, he opened his eyes instantly.

Ding Ling only felt that as the left-hand sword technique was released, a powerful force rose from the sword, as if he had "dragged" his spiritual power directly out of the sword!

A purple sword light emerged from the top of the Xuanyuan Sword like lightning.

"boom!"

In the flying sand and rocks, a huge rock that only two people can hug together was smashed to pieces!
Chapter completed!