"Boom!"
Thunder and rumbles appeared, and suddenly there was a heavy downpour in the world of cultivators.
Rain and blood merged into one, and the entire arena square was suddenly enveloped in blood.
Those brocade boots finally stepped into the mud puddle, splashing countless mud and staining those spotless things.
The monks from the upper realm who were originally calm and composed also fell into the dust. The chaotic footsteps interspersed by them showed their panic at this moment.
Indifferent to the lives of all sentient beings, they eventually became the ants running for their lives.
Someone fell to the ground and tried to plead for help from other monks around him, but his companions had already fled away.
The moment he raised his head, the light in the sky had long been blocked by angry faces.
When the light sword shadow dilated in his pupils and his consciousness collapsed, his eyes were still full of unwillingness and disbelief...
"No! I don't want to die! I didn't mean it! I couldn't help it! Those people forced us to do this!"
"We are innocent too! We also have family and friends! But if we don't listen to them, we will also be punished!"
"We are just little people! If you want to kill them, just kill them!"
"I don't want to die! My family is still waiting for me in Qinglan Continent! Please, please let me go! My child has just been born! I was wrong! I... I just want to give him to Xiaobao Earn more spiritual stones...so that he can stop working for others like me all his life..."
"No! I don't want to die here! I want to go home!"
Cries and shouts came and went.
The heavy rain made everyone's vision blurry.
Lu Qingye felt the sinking air emanating from the air.
It is unwillingness, pain, resentment, regret...
They are also afraid of death, they are also afraid of not being able to see their families, and they also have many regrets and can't help themselves.
In the pool of blood, a hand struggled to hold Lu Qingye's ankle.
He was covered in blood, and there was nothing but pleading in his eyes.
"Please...save me...my grandfather...is still waiting for me at home...I can't die..."
Lu Qingye lowered his head and met his eyes filled with blood and tears.
Gu Qingchen and Sheng Huaian, who followed from the side, pursed their lips.
Many years ago, the little girl in Shanhe City who had kind thoughts and rescued others seems to still be vivid in her mind.
The Zombies in the West, the Zombie Rebellion, the Secret Realm of Ancient Scrolls, the Battle of the Upper Domain, and the Rebellion of the Extreme Night...
Lu Qingye, the genius of the Taoist sect, even though she became powerful later, she never forgot the kindness in her heart and her original intention...
Yin Chuan stood in the crowd, meeting Lu Qingye's eyes from a distance.
Lu Qingye held Li Guang's hand tightly, and then looked at the person below him.
"Pfft!"
The blood-red sword slashed across the man's neck, blood staining the ground beneath his feet.
The hand that was holding Lu Qingye's ankle slowly loosened, and his eyes full of survival were occupied by despair, until the last trace of life dissipated, and his eyes that widened unwillingly lost focus.
Lu Qingye, who was holding the Liguang Sword, raised his feet and didn't look at the monk again.
He is innocent, but aren't those Qingxuan creatures who were killed by Qinglan Continent innocent? Do they have a choice?
The Taiyin Soul Master in the past might have been kind, tolerant and loving, and had a heart for the common people...
But now she is also Lu Qingye, the soul master of Qingxuan Soul Realm! He is a disciple of Qingxuan Dao Sect!
Seeing Lu Qingye's retreating back, Sheng Huaian immediately dragged Gu Qingchen and chased him.
He didn't want his brother to wait any longer for a regretful ending. (End of chapter)
