zombie avenue

"Fu Mo!" The familiar and no longer familiar voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, making Ling Fan, who was in a desperate situation, feel as if he had suddenly grasped a life-saving straw. His dead heart was instantly agitated, and the ecstasy was beyond words. 【】

"Hey, kid, it's only been a few days, and you've been beaten so uselessly?" Fu Mo was still an old man, seeing Ling Fan being beaten terribly, instead of saying a few words of comfort, he even said jokingly.

"Fu Mo, you've finally woken up. You're right. I'm too weak now, and my opponent is too strong. It's fine if I don't get killed by one blow. So I still need your help." Ling Fan knew that Fu Mo If he had a normal temper, he would definitely argue with him, but he knew it was not the time, so he didn't bother to argue with Fu Mo, and just followed Fu Mo's words.

"Hey, for the sake of your sincerity, I will spare no effort to help you this time!" Fu Mo said in a dignified manner, but the tone changed in Ling Fan's ears.He knew it, Fu Mo was really stiff against the Five Dynasties, let alone a mere spirit king.Of course, these were just Ling Fan's thoughts in his heart, he didn't dare to say them out.

The young man in black walked slowly, step by step towards Ling Fan who was limp in a pool of blood. He looked at Ling Fan indifferently, like a god on high. Judged as dead!

Looking at Ling Fan's pained expression, he enjoyed it very much. What he enjoyed was not the pain of others, but the feeling of mastering life and death, and controlling the fate of others!The feeling of dominating the life and death of others is more fascinating than power. The peak of power is the emperor, and the master of fate is the god!

Sometimes, what people in high positions and powerful people enjoy may not be the pleasure brought by power, but the feeling that they can control the fate of thousands of people just by talking and laughing.If you want him to live, he will live, if you want him to die, he will die!What a fascinating feeling, what a crazy feeling, and only this feeling is the most intoxicating and enjoyable.The feeling of being a god is far better than that of being an emperor.

However, power and control of life and death are equal and must be connected. The difference is that the world of ordinary people is bound by various rules and regulations, and they cannot do whatever they want; while the world of ascetics is completely a world of doing whatever they want. There are rules and regulations, and some are just fists. As long as you have strength, you have rights, and you can dominate the lives and deaths of thousands of people.

The young man in black robe, he is only the spirit king, his power has not reached its peak, he has to be controlled by others, he has to be ordered by others, he cannot control the life and death of thousands of people.But at this moment, he can control Ling Fan's life and death. What an addictive feeling it is. Controlling thousands of lives is a god, and controlling one's life is also a god!Except for the difference in size, the feeling is still the same.

The enjoyment of the young man in black robe is more than a few grades higher than those who killed Ling Fan in the past. What the old man enjoyed was the struggle, despair, and help of his opponent before he died, but what the young man in black robe enjoyed was mastery. Life and death, these two kinds of enjoyment have huge differences in terms of artistic conception and mentality, which can also be said to be the sublimation brought about by strength in a certain sense.

However, when the young man in the black robe was getting closer and closer to Ling Fan, Ling Fan's expression of pain and struggle showed a gleam of joy, which made the young man in the black robe feel puzzled. .

But he didn't think too much, anyway, the kid in front of him was about to die, he didn't believe that Ling Fan, who was seriously injured and dying, could make any waves.

"Young man, this life is a lesson for you. In the next life, remember not to act impulsively. Not everyone can be a hero and save the beauty. Some people are not something you can offend. The world of monks also has fate. different." The black-robed young man looked at Ling Fan indifferently, his voice flat and without any emotion, as if what he was stating was the truth.

The young man in black robe stopped in his tracks. He stood tall, his eyes full of pity. He raised his palm. Just as he was about to slap it down, Ling Fan who was lying on the ground showed a strange smile.

The young man in black robe was startled, and he couldn't help stopping his hands. A sense of danger spread in his heart. He didn't know why, but Ling Fan's smile made him feel palpitations. He dared not I believe that the ant in front of him can make him dangerous.

"You are wrong. The world of ascetics only talks about strength, only fists! As long as you can cultivate, as long as you dare to fight hard, one day, giants will crawl under my feet." Ling Fan, whose body was bleeding profusely and was extremely pale The voice was cold, and under the astonished eyes of the black-robed young man, he slowly stood up from the ground, bloodthirstyly licking the blood on his mouth, and his eyes had a hint of bloodlust.At this time, Ling Fan's body is still in control of Ling Fan, but the power is no longer his original power.

"How could it be? How could it be possible?" The black-robed man watched this scene in disbelief, and unconsciously stepped back a few steps.

"Haha what, I can't believe it?" Ling Fan dragged his bloody body, although he was laughing, but the distorted face and the blood rendering, it was hideous and terrifying, "Shock? Fear? Or fear? What about ants? , when the blood is overflowing, break the sky with my magic fist!"

"Do you enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's life and death?" Ling Fan's blood was still flowing, but his laughter didn't stop, his bloodthirsty eyes gleamed scarlet, and the terrified young man in black robe dragged his body , took a step forward, "Life and death are always my own, life and death have their own destiny, no one can decide my life and death! I let me live and I live, I let me die and I die, I am my destiny controller!"

Ling Fan dragged his bloody body and took another step forward. That aura of contempt for life, that kind of prestige that he would do nothing for himself, forced the old man in black to take a few steps back again in a palpitation.

"Impossible, no, no." The black-robed young man didn't believe it. He didn't want to and didn't dare, but he didn't realize that his voice was already trembling. This is a flashback, this kid forced it, it’s just an illusion, it’s fake, it’s fake.”

The young man in black robe dare not accept what happened in front of him. This kind of huge gap is not acceptable to ordinary people. Just now he is still the god who controls life and death, but now he has become an ant dominated by others. I can't stand this fact.

"I'm going to kill you! Brat, go to hell, I want you to die!" The black-robed man finally couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't stand this atmosphere, he couldn't accept what happened before him, he was about to be driven crazy , so he exploded, he went crazy.

"Boom!" The black-robed young man swung his fist frantically with all his strength, a majestic pressure hit Ling Fan's body wave after wave, mountain after mountain.

But Ling Fan didn't care at all, he let the overwhelming pressure hit his body, he didn't make any defensive gestures, he just accepted it with open body.

"Finished? This is gone?" Ling Fan patted his blood-stained clothes, looked at the black-robed man indifferently, shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "This is what you call the power of a galloping horse? Not enough It’s not enough, it’s not enough to tickle me. If that’s the case, it’s up to me to do it.”

"Today I will show you what real power is!"

"Boom!" Ling Fan swung his fist and slammed at the black-robed young man, and then a powerful spiritual pressure gushed out from his fist, squeezing everything into the black-robed young man's body from all directions. .

The young man in black looked down at his body that was split from the inside out, his face was full of horror, his eyes were full of fear and horror, at this moment he felt that death was so close to him.

"Bang!" The body of the black-robed young man finally couldn't bear the powerful spiritual pressure, and his whole body exploded, blood sprayed out. He couldn't believe that the ants were against the sky until he died!