"Absorb it, take...their last resentment, and go home."
Lin Tian was stunned, and the vicissitudes of life and the deep voice resounded in the depths of his mind.
Like the last bell tolling in a dead city, it carries endless loneliness, trembling and sadness.
A hint of coldness hit Lin Tian's body.
The thunder gradually disappeared from the depths of his eyes, and the traces of anger gradually disappeared, turning into the final Gujing Wubo.
He stood high in the sky, looking at the crimson flames burning on the ice.
The deepest resentment and guilt are like roses blooming in the darkness, seductive and biting.
"Why do not you go to hell!"
"You beast!"
"Why do you still let me live until now? I hate you Shan Cang!"
In his ears, Bu Shengxi's hoarse roar came.
Her eyes were full of resentment and coldness, and they turned scarlet.
It seems that he wants to use this knife-like hatred to burn the mountains and kill the entire immortal clan.
But, the more so.
Bu Shengxi's cry was as weak as her pale face.
In Bu Shengxi's eyes full of resentment, Lin Tian stood quietly. His eyes were like black holes, without focus, like abyss or prison.
At this moment, no one could imagine what he was thinking.
"It seems that you have figured it out, Shan Cang."
Emperor Yun smiled lightly, his eyes filled with relief.
"Heaven and earth are a piece of soil, and the road is long-lasting. As our immortal clan rises, we need to cultivate elixirs and food.
The human race is the most useful blood food nowadays. If you regard them as a different kind of people, you would be totally wrong. "
Emperor Yun's voice came from the mouth of the monitor.
He was calm, as if telling a fact.
“You should think of them as elixirs, as another kind of food.
Since your wish is to destroy the entire human race, this is the only way you can go.
people?
Forage ears. "
Lin Tian listened quietly without making any unusual reaction.
But in my ears, Bu Shengxi's roar became increasingly hoarse.
This is the foreshadowing of the fairy clan.
The lives of one hundred thousand human soldiers were wiped out, refined, and made into the fodder they said.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and under Emperor Yun's extremely satisfied look, he grabbed the bright and blazing blood pill.
Tsk tsk...
The hot flames overflowed from the blood pill, corroding Lin Tian's right hand, and the blood that flowed out was mixed with the blood pill.
It was like holding a red-hot iron ball, and an extremely heavy feeling came.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The roar resounded deep in Lin Tian's mind.
Unfamiliar images penetrated his consciousness.
In a world of rolling yellow sand, the sky is blood red, and a Great Wall stretches across the north and south standing on the earth.
The air coming from the north is salty and dry.
Looking to the far north, there was a large area of blood-stained darkness on the Lingling Snow Mountain.
There was a horn from the far north that kept rumbling and then gradually disappeared.
One glance for thousands of years.
"Liu Zihua gave up on us."
"We are destined to escape death if we come here."
"Wu Wanjie, where is he?"
"I hate it so much, I don't want to die."
A series of low moans sounded from Lin Tian's ears.
Lin Tian looked around, but there was no one there, just like a cry from another world.
It was like another layer of barrier separated Lin Tian from them.
Being in this desolate world, it seems that endless killings are sweeping and washing away.
He looked towards the city wall and saw only a lonely human flag fluttering desperately.
"Soldiers swear allegiance to the human race to the death, and I will die without regrets."
A low murmur sounded, and Lin Tian looked around, and suddenly a figure appeared on the yellow sand.
He is a young man in military uniform.
He was almost sixteen or seventeen years old, even more immature than Lin Tian.
He knelt before the city wall, alone, crumbling in the wind and sand, so small and fragile.
"My family says you can become a man at the age of twelve."
"I am already sixteen, and I am already as far away from my hometown as countless stars."
The young man said, lowering his head.
"I want to eat the dumplings made by my mother. I want to admit my mistake to my father. I learned to smoke."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to smoke."
"My home is in Qingcheng, a very small city."
He said quietly, slowly turned around and looked at Lin Tian with tearful eyes.
"Brother, can you take me home?"
Lin Tian's eyes darkened.
He looked directly at the young man and then scanned the entire world.
Fate has brought him to this point, it seems to be a coincidence, and it seems to be a destiny.
"This time, I entered the Holy Tribulation in the name of Shan Cang from the Immortal Clan. I have been looking for a way to make myself stronger. If you ask me to bear something, maybe... you are looking down on me too much."
Lin Tian said quietly, and a hint of disappointment appeared in the young man's eyes, which gradually turned into despair.
"How can I, a seventeen-year-old, worry about the fate of the human race?
I don't want or want to bear these consequences. "
Lin Tian stepped on the yellow sand, the young man became quiet, and the low hum in his ears disappeared.
At this moment, the whole world is listening to him.
“However, in a foreign race, I met a fellow racer who had been trapped in another race for countless years and suffered countless years of suffering.
His flesh and blood have been refined, his soul has been tortured, and he just wants me to take him home, which is almost a longing wish. "
Lin Tian said quietly, with a hint of trembling and solemnity in his voice, and the anger gradually melted away in his heart.
“How could I not do it!
How do I say no to this.
I, Lin Tian, am still a human being no matter how selfish I am.
No matter how cold-blooded I am, I am still human! "
With his long hair flying in the strong wind, the young man stood firm and unyielding, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.
"There is a foreign race that devours the blood of my own race and burns the souls of my own race. How can I not feel hatred and anger?"
Lin Tian spoke quietly. He thought of Chen Liang, Bu Shengxi, Liu Zihua and Wu Wanjie.
The suffering he suffered was from the human race, and the pleasure he received was also from the human race.
After all, this is the most difficult race to evaluate.
He is not arrogant or stupid enough to say that he is responsible for the fate of the entire human race.
Now, there are just a hundred thousand poor, restless ghosts pleading and crying in his ears.
And he has to bear the essence of their lives.
They are either Chen Liang, Zheng Lei, or Wang Jie...
"Name."
A tired old man's voice came from the other side of the world.
"Lin Tian." Lin Tian said quietly.
"age."
"Seventeen."
"You haven't entered Wuhan University yet?"
"In the 153rd year of the Kaiyuan calendar, the human race's martial arts champion!" Lin Tian's voice was sonorous. At this moment, he raised his eyes and wished for something majestic.
"Who is the teacher?"
Lin Tian's eyes became complicated and gradually regained their clarity.
"I, Lin Tian, studied under Wang Jie, Liu Zihua, Chen Guanbiao, and Wu Wanjie!"
His voice fell, and the voice stopped for a long time.
A long while.
The young man standing on the yellow sand stared at Lin Tian seriously and expectantly, and said softly:
"Would you like that?"
Lin Tian clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled.
"willing!"
