Chapter 1437 (1/2)

”The Yellow nest in the late Tang Dynasty was known as an unprecedented killer devil. In order to solve the food problem of hundreds of thousands of troops, it fed on living people.

No matter men, women, young or old, they should catch people and put them into stone mortar alive. Like pounding rice, they are ground into meat and mud with a huge pestle, which is used as food to fill soldiers' stomachs.

During the three hundred days of siege, Huang Chao used hundreds of such huge killing machines, and called this place ”chongmo village”. It killed thousands of people every day for more than 300 days, and at least hundreds of thousands of people were killed and eaten alive by them.

Since then, in the folk, Huangchao has been given the title of ”God of death”. He left a training manual, which is also my practice of all things. ”

When the God of death talks, there is no fluctuation, but Zhang Xingyun can not calm down for a long time. It turns out that the God of death is really inherited.

”The God of death originally needs to have the stillness to practice. In order to get the dead spirit, he has to constantly kill people. Only in this way can we curb the resentment of the hundreds of thousands of dead people.”

In exchange for a moment's peace of mind by killing, Zhang Xingyun does not know whether he is talking about himself or the Yellow nest, or every god of death.

”If the God of death does not kill again, he will be attacked by resentment and become a walking corpse within three months.” There was still sadness in the eyes of death.

All people are saying that he killed the people closest to him, but they don't know that these are inevitable. Once they practice, there will be no way back. Those close to him are for him...

he has no retreat, so he has the reputation of the God of death today.

”The God of death has never been named, but the real God of death!” The old man's eyes burst out with a strong killing intention, and the stillness spread instantly.

”Boy, are you really ready to fight me? You know, if you start, you won't be able to survive. ” The God of death felt as if he had told Zhang Xingyun all the threats he had not said before his opponent died.

Even he felt incredible. When did he become so talkative? Or with a younger generation who doesn't have the slightest threat in their own eyes.