After the sword solidified, it wandered around the body and jumped with joy. The illusory sword body burst out with spiritual light spots, and even the sword body seemed a bit brighter.
I don't know if it was Ning Xia's illusion, but she actually felt that the sword seemed quite happy. Well, she didn't know how she felt it. It was obviously just a sword, with no nose or eyes.
There was a lot of movement here, and everyone who had the energy to spare noticed it. But I'm afraid there aren't many who have the spare energy. Ningxia also has the blessing of the Chonghuan Sword to have the spare energy to pay attention to these.
Most people are still struggling in the endless sound of swords, and they don't know when they will stop.
And this is not the end, but only the beginning. The monks present did not know that Jianming was just an introduction.
Now they are facing a "trial". The innocent ones can only remain silent, and the guilty ones will die or be worse than dead!
The executor of the "trial"... was the Holy Bloodline of the Li people who had been slaughtered by them over the years and killed by greed and desire. They came back with a vengeance, along with their resentment.
The phantom of the detached long sword was like a signal, awakening countless sleeping wills.
Not long after, other sword shadows appeared one after another in the interior of the venue, all of which were separated from the monk's body. Near each handle is a seriously injured person or... corpse, probably separated from their bodies.
It is conceivable that these people must have "used" the "transformation qualification" of the Holy Vein. After so many years of glory, now is the time to pay the price.
These swords have different shapes, different lengths, simple, gorgeous, delicate, smart...each one is different. Each handle represents a life that was once tortured and killed. This is the last trace they left in the world.
Dots of floating spiritual lights scattered around the venue. Each sword exudes a strange light, suspended in mid-air, and declares the sins of many monks on Floating Cloud Island. ——————————————————
"What's going on? What, what is this!?" A monk looked at the shadows of two swords that seemed to suddenly appear, as if he had seen a ghost, with a horrified expression.
Although he asked this question, looking at the sweat on his forehead and the strange fear and understanding in his eyes, it didn't look like he knew anything.
In fact, many monks know it well. How can you not know what you have done?
The moment they heard the sound of the sword, they knew what was coming. It’s just that no one dares to speak out, nor is he willing to admit that he has done such a beastly thing for the sake of strength.
They even had the chance to think that he was not the only one here who had persecuted the Holy Vein, everyone was the same. With so many people, nothing will happen.
But now, with such a scene, they began to really panic, afraid that this scandal would be exposed, afraid of being retaliated and becoming the next person to fall.
A young monk who was very close to the person who just shouted said stumblingly: "No, I don't know, there are also... ah ah ah -"
The man was pushed backwards, and the spiritual energy running in his body quickly became chaotic. Waves of piercing sword sounds disrupted the circulation in his body, but he couldn't care less about the pain in his body.
I saw that the monk who was still shouting just now was lying on the ground, with his face facing his direction. The fear and pain that had not dissipated were still on his face. His pupils were dilated due to extreme fear, and he was frozen in the last moment of his life. He would not close his eyes until death. .
Hanging above him was a broad sword with a simple style. The sword was engraved with complex patterns, revealing a mysterious power. Even though it was just a shadow, it still made him feel an inexplicable awe, which showed the power of his true body.
Ask the young monk why he is so scared?
The dead monk was an elder in his family. His cultivation was extremely high, and he was already in the realm of a pseudo-infant. But such a person also died. He died inexplicably in front of him in a strange way. How could he not be frightened?
This person was clearly asking him questions just a moment ago... So what about him?
The young monk felt sad, closed his eyes and thought about his death.
This situation occurred in many places on the field. Regardless of their level of cultivation, there were high-level monks and low-level monks who had been beaten down long ago. They all died inexplicably at some point.
And they are all very consistent, they will not rest in peace, and there are sword shadows appearing above them. Someone once clearly saw that the sword shadow was peeled off from the fallen monk.
Of course, there are a very small number of people who did not die after they fell, but they have already vented their anger and have not died recently.
Seeing this, most people familiar with the matter understood. Is there anything else I don’t understand...
Considering the controversial theory of the Holy Vein, we can guess that these people are probably monks who have "used" the Holy Vein.
The civilians who didn't know were confused and most of them fainted at the beginning. There are no traces of the holy veins on their bodies, and their ancestors have never used them. In fact, the sound of the sword will only cause chaos in their souls and spiritual power.
This is why Ningxia only feels discomfort and pain - she has not been stained with the blood of the holy vein, nor has she changed her life.
Those who are truly affected and feel that life is worse than death are naturally the group of evildoers, or those who follow the blood of their ancestors and are also stained with karma.
That's what they call life worse than death. This sword cry composed of emotion and resentment is a real reminder to them.
Uncomfortability and pain are the beginning. What the souls who died unjustly really want is their lives and... to take back their own souls.
Tit for tat, it will always be repaid. No one can escape.
This moment is the real hell.
A different sword shadow flashed in the venue, floating in mid-air, almost filling the entire venue. Their shadows flickered, exuding a joy that humans could not understand.
The venue presented an almost eerie scene. The dominant human beings fell in embarrassment, but the sword, which had always been a subordinate, became the only protagonist at this time. This is their carnival venue.
Is this what you want to see? She didn't dare to look at the lady in red dress.
Ning Xia stiffly took the farce in front of her eyes and didn't know how to face it.
This is really a "good show"... Ha!
At this point in the show... is it time to fight evil with evil? Madam is also good at calculating.
But for some reason, Ningxia didn't feel any pleasure even though it was a good show in which "good and evil will be rewarded in the end" and "pleasant". On the contrary, I feel cold and miserable in my heart.
So what if a great revenge is avenged? After all, so many people died. And the miserable souls of those who died innocently have no way to come back. Their wasted dark years were finally in vain.
Who really gets what?
Including her, an outsider, she was also miserable in this drama.
