The unbearable burning pain penetrated his body, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of unbearable pain in his eyes.
The wind was cold and the snow was biting, and within a short while, the cold wind stained with snowflakes blew his pale face a sickly and dying red.
The pale moonlight that dispersed after the war slowly came out, illuminating this desolate world and desolate land.
"Master, you have failed."
She finally trampled him under her feet.
The hand holding the magic gun, the white back of the hand was covered with bits of orangutan liquid gushing out from his body.
A'luo slowly let go of his palms, tilted his head and stared at his hands for a while, lost in thought.
Blood flowed down the back of her hand and into her wrist, and the bright red color soaked into a worn red rope tied there.
She suddenly felt a little weird in her heart.
She actually still had this red rope on her body.
A'luo felt that she should laugh proudly at this time, so she raised her lips and the smile spread on her lips.
She was about to laugh out loud, but the corners of her lips turned cold, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.
At that moment, she couldn't help but want to cover his wounds with both hands, and wanted to cry like before and say, "Master, I was wrong."
At this time, he coughed and choked with blood, and his voice was hoarse and cold with frustration: "Are you satisfied?"
The surging impulse in her heart stopped. She slowly lowered her slightly trembling hands, leaned over and untied the half piece of sapphire hanging from the hilt of the sword.
When she raised her head again, the tears on A'luo's face had dispersed with the wind. She chuckled and said, "Master, don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I will let you see with your own eyes how these sentient beings kneel before me. At your feet, the story between you and me cannot end as simply as life or death."
His voice was hoarse, no longer warm and clear, like a dying jackdaw at dusk: "My life or death is not up to you."
A'luo laughed. She was even his temperament, so she could firmly hold his lifeline. There was a sinister look in her eyes: "Master, don't worry, I didn't kill everyone. Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Yun Rong Even the Zhongyou Dynasty and so on, I didn’t move, just to play a game with you."
She caressed his face with her palm, and a small silver sword slipped out of the cuff of her other sleeve. The blade of the sword penetrated deeply into his abdomen. The cruel punishment was a hundred times more painful than breaking bones and breaking hearts. He couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
His Qi Sea Spirit Mansion was filled with desolate demonic intent, and his spiritual power nodes were dyed mottled black.
The aura of this small silver sword is extremely evil, as if it has absorbed the endless magic power of the Great Chaos of the Demonic World.
Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan cannot resist the erosion of the black devil's turbid breath.
A'luo pulled out the small sword with his backhand, and the blood that surged out was mixed with the purest divine light in the world, like a beautiful and bloody scene.
Thousands of years of despair, betrayal and loneliness, how can this hatred be easily quelled by a battle of life and death?
In the end, she personally drove her banished master who was high in the clouds into the dust and blood.
She has long been beyond redemption, and has long since lost her former self. In this case, how can he continue to sit cleanly as the co-owner of the world?
If that's the case, then let's sink into this oven of hell together and struggle for eternity.
She will let him know that death can be a luxurious salvation.
The human world is lost, and the fairy land is ruined.
The six realms of Yangyang are like returning to the era when demons danced together at the beginning of the ancient world.
If the demon herds people and eats them, it will bring disaster to the common people.
However, the human race's bloodline has not been cut off, and this war is not a unilateral and overwhelming victory for the demon race.
The two forces, Etaixuan and Cangwu, fought to the death, giving half of the monks and humans in the world enough time to flee to White Camel Mountain for refuge.
After the Tianxi Sword Sect was defeated, the demon army invaded the mountain to search, only to find that half of the sentient beings, monks and humans, had disappeared as if they had evaporated.
Although the Tianxi Sword Sect has a vast territory, it cannot accommodate such a large number of humans.
It seems that Tianxi was already prepared.
Demon Lord Aluo knew that the sword master must have used the forbidden technique to open the plane space and saved those humans.
She also knew how hard his mouth was. If he was unwilling to speak, she would never be able to find those humans.
However, although she has the will to destroy the world and kill all the people, after all, there is only one deepest obsession in her heart.
Now that he was seriously injured and defeated, she was more willing to spend her thoughts on him than on those insignificant ants, accompanying him to slowly continue this never-ending cruel game.
Taixuanzong and the disciples of Cangwu Palace fought to the death and sacrificed their lives. Naturally, Tianxi disciples would not retreat to a safe place with the fleeing humans.
As the fourth sword of Tianxi, Yun Rong, the wife of the sect master, even though she cannot hold the sword, is still on the battlefield, keeping the Tianxi with the disciples of the mountain sect.
That night.
Starfields drooped, corpses floated on the ground, the air was filled with blood as strong as wine, and the remaining flames of war on the battlefield silently burned the earth and corpses.
When A'luo saw Yun Rong again, her eyes were full of laziness and boredom, and it was hard to hide the murderous intent in them.
She bullied him and did a very meaningless thing before killing her.
She tore open the snow-white gauze that had bandaged the wound on her wrist bit by bit. Her slender, cold fingers were as sharp as hooks, and she slowly inserted them into the huge and terrifying wound on her wrist, and pulled out a spiritual thread to suture the wound. The roots are picked apart.
A new injury was added to the unhealed wound, and the fingertips penetrated the muscles mercilessly, and finally pressed hard between the wrist bones.
"Master has great supernatural powers. He did not hesitate to ask for the Yunyan Talisman from Dongtian Temple for you, and also wanted to heal your hand. It's a pity that he really did it in vain. He just wanted to make you suffer one more time. "
A'luo chuckled lightly, but there was a trace of ferocity in his eyes. When he pressed his fingertips, he heard the heartbreaking sound of bones breaking.
The bloody hands hung helplessly in the blood, cold sweat fell down Yun Rong's pale and lonely cheeks, and he gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound of pain.
A'luo's finger exerted an evil and strange force, like a small metal hammer, breaking her wrist bones, hand bones, and finger bones one by one.
No matter how many clouds and smoke you look for in the Dongtian Temple, it will be of no use.
This hand is useless.
Yun Rong didn't feel any regrets. It was just the back and forth torture. The pain made her feel tired: "Arao, you are the same. Since you have murderous intentions, why bother to waste your energy? Why, in this dark moon? Could it be that the murderous night gave you Lingchi's elegance?"
Even after reaching this level, she still retains the calm demeanor of the Fourth Sword.
A'luo was amused by her and patted her cheek with his bright red hands: "Yunrong, Yunrong, you said that if you left with that group of people, you wouldn't have to suffer such pain. You It's such an eyesore that I can't let you suffer a little longer before you die?"
