"Tongming, we will set off in a few days. I can remind you that your life will be in danger during this experience. Make sure you are ready!" Jiang Siming said seriously.

Jiang Siming had no intention of forcing Jian Tongming. Although the other party was the descendant of a cheap old man, he also had his own choice. If he chose not to go, Jiang Siming would not blame him.

"Master, I don't want to spend my whole life doing nothing! My ancestor's Seven Killing Sword must not be buried by me!" Jian Tongming said firmly with eyes full of determination. Restoring the Seven Killing Sword's former glory has always been his belief.

Now that Jiang Siming has given him hope, how could Jian Tongming give up so easily?

"Okay! Now that you have made your decision, there is no chance of regret!" Jiang Siming nodded with satisfaction. Only with a firm mind can he move forward in cultivation.

…

The next day, Jiang Siming, who originally planned to send the Snow Emperor back to the far north, only found a slightly wrinkled note in the Snow Emperor's room.

"This girl has fallen in love with you, please remember me!"

Jiang Siming looked at the empty room, which had long since been occupied, and felt a little inexplicably sad for some reason.

Maybe it was because he felt distressed, but Emperor Xue just wanted to remember her.

The two of them had been getting along for a long time, but the sudden departure of Snow Emperor still made Jiang Siming feel a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Siming sometimes feels that he is such a bastard. If he doesn't like it, why should he tease her?

"I seem...alone again..."

…

Since Emperor Xue left on his own, Jiang Siming took Jian Tongming on his journey in advance.

"Master, you seem to be in a bad mood!" Jian Tongming asked tentatively.

"Huh? Is it so obvious?" Jiang Siming said with a wry smile.

"Yeah! It's just like a bitter gourd!" Jian Tongming nodded and said seriously.

"You kid, you actually made fun of the master!" Jiang Siming couldn't help laughing and scolding.

…

"Master, where is our destination this time? We have been walking like this for a whole month, how long do we have to go?" Jian Tongming couldn't help complaining.

The two of them have been on the road for the past month, and Jiang Siming has not allowed him to use his soul power. It is simply a kind of torture!

"Cultivation is a long process. As a soul master, you can pursue the speed of cultivation. But as a swordsman, a restless heart will only stop you from moving forward. You are just a sword, and you will see blood when you unsheath it!"

Jiang Siming shook his head lightly.

The fact that Jian Tongming could hold on for so long before complaining was already beyond his requirements. He already had some recognition of Jian Tongming's performance in his heart.

"Understood, Master!" Jian Tongming nodded, feeling a little ashamed of his complaint just now.

"Tongming, do you know what kind of momentum a swordsman needs most?" Jiang Siming asked.

"Sword intent?" Jian Tongming said with some speculation.

"No! It's murderous intent! Indomitable murderous intent, murderous intent to slaughter the world! And it must be controlled freely!" Jiang Siming's cold voice echoed in Jian Tongming's ears.

The extremely terrifying murderous aura burst out from Jiang Siming in an instant, and the sky and the earth seemed to lose their color in an instant. The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were now a little sluggish.

Jian Tongming seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood rushing toward him, his eyes were full of fear, and he even lost the courage to draw his sword.

Seeing Jian Tongming's panicked look, Jiang Siming also withdrew his murderous intent.

"Do you feel it? The strongest sword does not necessarily have to see blood, it still cuts the heart!"

Jian Tongming, who gradually came back to his senses, couldn't help but shudder. How many people did it take to form the extreme murderous aura just now?

"Master, wouldn't such a swordsman kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Jian Tongming said with his head lowered.

"So, do you think I'm a murderous maniac?" Jiang Siming was absolutely amused. He didn't expect that the other person was a person with a strong sense of justice and was so disgusted with murderous intent! He actually dared to ridicule himself.

Jian Tongming didn't say anything. Although he respected this master very much, and he taught him wholeheartedly. But he grew up in a prestigious and upright sect like Jiubao Glazed Sect and was indoctrinated by Shrek Academy. Jian Tongming was very disgusted with killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Jiang Siming finally shook his head helplessly, as his apprentice was still too naive.

How can there be so much right and wrong in this world? In this world where strength is respected, weakness is the original sin.

Just like a soul master hunting a soul beast, will anyone feel sorry for the soul beast? The boundary between good and evil is only defined by the strong, and Jiang Siming has already seen through it.

"It's up to you to control your sword. Is it for good or evil? Isn't it your decision? I can tell you that there has never been an innocent soul under my sword!"

It was impossible for Jiang Siming to impose his ideas on Jian Tongming, so he could only guide him slowly.

As a soul master and the inheritor of the Seven Killing Sword, how could it be possible without blood on his hands?

"I will control my sword!" Jian Tongming seemed to suddenly understand something.

"Master, I think I understand what you mean."

Jiang Siming looked at Jian Tongming with a smile on his face and thought to himself, "You are still too young after all!"

…

half a month later

Before a ruin.

"Is the city of killing in such ruins?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh.

Tang San's immortal grass could be said to have completely cut off the foundation of the Killing City back then, and the current scene is also reasonable.

"Master, what on earth is this place? Why is the blood so dense?" Jian Tongming looked at the bloody mist in front of him and was a little shocked.

I have never heard of such a weird place, I guess it must be a forbidden place!

"The city of killing is a sinful place!" Jiang Siming said lightly.

Even though it has been abandoned for thousands of years, the immortal blood is still so strong that not a single blade of grass grows within a radius of thousands of miles.

"Hell Road should still exist, right?" Jiang Siming murmured.

The reason why I brought Jian Tongming to the Slaughter City was to let him experience the Hell Road. Although the hourglass system has been broken, there is the inheritance of Shura God under the Hell Road after all, and it should still exist.

"Follow me, your first experience will be here!"

With that said, Jiang Siming walked towards the depths of the ruined killing city.

Jian Tongming behind him hated the blood around him, but seeing Jiang Siming go further and further away, he gritted his teeth and followed him.

…

"Found it! This place is indeed still there!" Jiang Siming showed a smile.

Compared with the surrounding desolation, the huge bat stone plate in front of Jiang Siming was spotless, and seemed out of place with the surrounding environment.
Chapter completed!