Chapter 486: Soul Under the Sword

That night.
Chen Xinglie, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, the door of the inn downstairs suddenly closed. Then, the innkeeper who was lying on the counter awake was awakened, and his eyes went dark and the body separated.
Chen Xinglie secretly said that it was not good. Someone was coming. It seemed that it must be directed at him.
Originally, he discovered that the shopkeeper seemed to have guessed something, and planned to leave here and then kill him.
Unexpectedly, this person is destined to survive tonight.
"I hope it's not because of identity."
Chen Xinglie secretly thought that if his identity was revealed, his action this time would be declared a failure.
Can only think of other ways.
Thinking like this, he appeared on the stairs of the inn like a ghost.
And in front of him, there was a person with his back facing him.
This person didn't notice at all. He wanted to find someone behind him.
Seeing this person's appearance, Chen Xinglie felt a little relieved.
Because this person was the man who recruited him when he was at the gate of the city before, and seemed to be from some blood moon mercenary group.
He figured out the reason in a short moment. This person should be malicious after being rejected by him, and then happened to learn that he was a member of the Golden Eagle tribe, and it seemed that he was not an ordinary member of the tribe.
Chen Xinglie sighed secretly.
"It's for the money..."
He suddenly felt sad about these lives.
These people are not of very good origins, and there is no big tribe behind them. If they want to cultivate, they need a lot of money.
As the saying goes, it is the same whether it is a barbarian or a human.
The resources needed to practice martial arts are endless.
Ordinary people simply cannot afford it.
If Chen Xinglie had no power and influence, and came from a humble background, would he be like the man in front of him?
All day long, the skin on his hands was covered with blood.
...
Thinking of this, Chen Xinglie shook his head.
Now is not the time to consider these, and even if it is for your own cultivation, can you brutally kill innocent people?
The more so, the more you must work hard to find opportunities and find solutions, instead of doing this dirty behavior that no one can value.
Chen Xinglie asked himself that none of the people he killed from Qingyun City to the present was innocent.
The hundreds of Qingyang Sect disciples who were stopped by him in the courtyard that day in Qingyun City were because they gathered together to discuss how to deal with him.
The millions of people from the Demon Blood Eagle Clan who were killed before were because Song Changyi almost killed him by surprise. If it weren't for Meimei desperately blocked him, he might have explained there.
Besides, in the future on the battlefield of the two races, some people will definitely die. Chen Xinglie asked himself that he had given them a chance, but those people did not want to grasp it, and he could do nothing.
Can't ask grandpa to tell grandma not to participate in this battle.
Everything that should be done has been done.
Although he asks himself to be a demon, but demon does not mean killing innocent people indiscriminately, demon is just willing to enmity.
"Are you looking for me?"
Chen Xinglie spoke lightly.
The man's mind was shocked, and he hadn't noticed a person standing behind him before.
"No! Run away!"
This person came only for money. He saw Chen Xinglie alone and a child of the Golden Eagle tribe. He must be very rich, so he took the risk.
But looking at it now, what kind of inner strength is this person, he hides his strength!
but……
He is doomed to escape.
When he came to the inn where Chen Xinglie was, his ending was already doomed.
"Puff puff".
The sharp blade of the great sword cut the man's throat.
Blood spattered.
Chen Xinglie looked at him blankly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
A fire was released and the man was burned clean, and Chen Xinglie went downstairs.
At the moment, he is the only one left in this inn.
There was also the shopkeeper who was lying on the ground and died of anger.
This person was already on Chen Xinglie's mortal list, but this result was a few days earlier.
In the same way as before, Chen Xinglie burned his body and directly sealed the door of the inn.
Here, it is his private domain temporarily.
But at the moment, there is one more thing to be solved.
That blood moon mercenary group.
The man just now was a member of the Blood Moon Mercenary Group, and his cultivation was not weak. It seemed that he should be a group leader or a deputy leader.
To be on the safe side, Chen Xinglie planned to wipe out all these people.
Who knows if this person has told anyone else about him.
Defenses can not do without.
Thinking of this, Chen Xinglie's figure flashed and disappeared directly into the inn.
At this moment, the clouds are overcast and the rain is pouring.
Even the moon high in the sky was blocked.
This weather is suitable for killing.
Chen Xinglie appeared in the air. No one could detect him. There was no moonlight at this time. There were only some restaurants and Fenghua places in Frost City with lights still on.
He condensed his gaze, locked in a direction, and then stepped out.
The next moment, he appeared outside a restaurant.
"Boss, a pot of wine."
Chen Xinglie arranged it, and Xiao Er from the shop led Chen Xinglie to a seat by the window.
Although the weather is not good, the restaurant is full of people.
These people are members of some mercenary groups, which are also mixed with a small number of warriors of various barbarian tribes.
Barbarians do not have many rules. Even the warriors of the major tribes who come to this Frost City and prepare to fight, as long as they have not started the war, one day is free.
It is not at all controlled by the army like the human race, and it is not easy to send into a barracks, let alone drink in a restaurant like this.
Chen Xinglie glanced at these people, and didn't know how many people here would die in his hands.
Sitting in the same restaurant and drinking with the future souls under the sword, and being so close to each other, it was also an interesting thing.
But even he himself didn't realize that now he is indeed more like a demon than before.
"Guest officer, here comes the wine."
The shopkeeper brought a pot of warm wine.
Chen Xinglie poured a small cup and only tasted a bite, and he felt extremely spicy in his throat, but once the spicy feeling passed, it was endlessly sweet.
"Barbarian wine is really good."
Chen Xinglie muttered to himself, somewhat admired.
He has no habit of drinking, but he can taste the wine.
"Haha, little brother, can you let eldest brother I have a table with you?"
A bold voice came, and Chen Xinglie raised his head and found that he was a barbarian man, about forty or fifty years old, with a good cultivation base and full of ancestor's aura.
Looking at Chen Xinglie's appearance, the big man seemed to be reluctant, and his face suddenly pulled down, but Chen Xinglie could see that this person was not malicious.