The sky is bathed in a cold moon, the soft light is wrapped in the coldness of the night, and in the bottom of my heart, I interpret an alternative aesthetic. The world is chattering endlessly, and disputes explode in my heart, and then intensify.
He looked at the sky quietly, and the light in his pupils was like a sharp blade, which would cut through the lonely clouds, the vast starlight, the silent rain curtain, and the quiet heart...
The lonely song sings quietly in the dark night. The soul buried in the lonely soil dances quietly in the darkness with the song. Suddenly, a bright light appears in front of the eyes, piercing the heart of darkness and splashing out. It's cold all night long!
The sky is like a bright mirror, reflecting the undead on the lonely land. When those demons with proud faces come to the world again, it seems that all this has been difficult to end and will develop towards an extreme situation until it is difficult to contain the situation. Unbridled expansion.
Listening to the rain at night is like the tears flowing from the bottom of my heart, going all the way away without looking back. What changes tonight is the broken halberd last night, and the dawn of the next day is the blood stain in the bottom of my heart that cannot be dried up.
The past, which is getting brighter and brighter, has been told over and over again by the world. Seeing the end of the world, there is a ray of dawn, a ray of thin longing, a wisp of pure tears...
Opening those dark pupils, facing everything in front of him again, the arm holding the handle of the knife stretched out with veins, like a horned dragon, violent and abrupt.
And all heresies will eventually become commonplace one day. The tears in front of you are the cold snow, and the regrets of the past are fluttering, covering the ends of the world, for life after life!
When the punches became fierce again, the fatigue and despair in the eyes of those rickety old men danced together.
In the darkness, the awakened demons are indelible traces of all eras. Now that they are here again, what awaits them may be just a bloody storm, that's all!
In the darkness, the young man holding a black iron scimitar in his hand looked up at the sky quietly. In the bottom of his heart, there was always a force pushing him to launch a fierce attack on the next enemy. This was no longer benign. not driven by fighting, but an inertia of death.
He smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "Now that you have escaped into this path, just keep walking!"
In the past, he was so repulsive and hated killing. Today, he is no longer the same person. He is holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, and the murderous aura in his eyes is clear and profound.
Killing, endless killing, hatred, indelible hatred...
Occasionally, he would look at the sky with a wistful expression. At that time, he was also a child. The innocence in his eyes and the purity in his heart could not be exchanged for anything.
But such time was becoming less and less in his life. He would not give up the hatred in his heart, nor would he let go of anyone who violated him.
Is he a gentleman?
No! He is not, he is just an ordinary boy! Of course, this is what he prides himself on! But in the eyes of others, he is no longer what he was back then. He is a king who stands proudly above all living beings, a sacred and inviolable king!
Whether he was bowing his head or looking up, the hot blood in his heart was splashing wantonly, and then dyed his pupils blood red.
Staring straight at the sky, he disappeared into the darkness again. When he reappeared, the black iron scimitar fell on the hunched old men with a bang. The huge sword light was more than ten thousand feet long.
The bloody killing gradually awakened the primitive desire in his heart. He held a scimitar in his hand, and the sharp light in his eyes was revealed uncontrollably, and then intensified in his heart.
The eyes of those rickety old men gradually became tired, but a moment later, a bloody light spread in their deep pupils.
The blood from ancient times emerged again, and their soul consciousness also became powerful at that moment!
Soul light flows from his eyes. At this time, the ancient books surrounding Yu Zun's body were rotating faster and faster.
This seems to mean that heresy will occur. What will be waiting for Yu Zun?
Standing in the distance, Killing Buddha had a smile in his eyes and murmured to himself: "Young people, let them be your whetstones!"
An arrogant smile was exposed in the wind, dancing with the strong wind. At this time, the aura of Sha Buddha's body had undergone a qualitative change. No one could clearly see his martial state. At this time, he was no longer It was him before.
Time is slowly expanding its territory, the sky stopped crying, and a layer of cold frost fell on the hoarse grass, and then they continued to sing...
Wrap your heart in the dark gray earth, and beat gently with the pulse of the earth until you can listen to the call of the world, allow all hope, and become a butterfly!
The vigorous battle became more and more intense. Those demons wielded swords and slashed down with all their strength. The worldly things in their eyes were not as good as the joy in their hearts, which made them feel deeper.
Blood is splattering, broken bones are sinking in the soil, breathing is getting faster, and the knife in his hand is dancing faster and faster.
kill! kill! kill!
The killing in their hearts did not allow the scene in front of them to be interrupted suddenly. The blood light was baptizing the understanding in each other's hearts, and they decisively danced their scimitars. At this time, the aura of the rickety old men in front of them seemed to have changed slightly.
Until they heard the crisp sound of bones in the wind, the eyes of the old men who seemed to be about to sink into the wasteland were once again ignited with fighting spirit.
However, at this moment, they are no longer what they were before. Killing, violence, and ferocity. These qualities give them a more powerful martial state. They have awakened, truly awakened!
But Yu Zun, who was standing in the darkness, had a smile on his face. He gently touched the tip of his nose and murmured: "This is so true!"
The old man and the girl standing with their hands behind their backs both had a stern look in their eyes, but their peaceful hearts were filled with more passion and sincerity!
Yu Zun jumped up, and the scimitar in his hand came down with a bang. The knife mark with a length of ten thousand feet was deeply embedded in the bodies of those old men.
However, those seemingly frail old men were undergoing unfathomable changes at this moment. At that moment, their bones became harder than black iron and bronze, and there was a thin layer of skin on their skin. of green light.
Their deep breathing blended with the cold wind in the night. When they straightened their necks and looked up at the sky, the knife mark no longer seemed to mean anything in their eyes.
What overflowed in his pupils was a piece of decaying blood, but what was surging in his body was a piece of energy that was rare in the world.
There were a thousand old men standing on the sky, and at this moment, Yu Zun took them all!
The killing intent became more and more powerful, and the dim pupils dimmed quietly in the night.
Yu Zun frowned, thinking about the upcoming scene. When he danced the long sword again, he once again used the martial arts of the year, "The third move of the Sky-Splitting Style - Destroy the World!"
Xuantian is in turmoil, and the thunderbolts are all over the sky. At this time, the sky and the earth are all immersed in a deep black darkness. The sky is no longer clear ink blue. The earth is no longer as silent as before.
There is always a feeling that something big is going to happen in this situation!
The cruel killing in front of him was wrapped in an icy blade, and was sent up into the sky by the howling wind.
In the darkness, someone was roaring crazily, and the sky was trembling gently. At this time, the sky and the earth were gradually filled with dark shadows.
The heavy sense of oppression seems to crush this alien world into pieces. Not only that, this sense of oppression still continues, heavy, cruel, and bloody...
The lonely blood in my heart gradually boiled, and those self-dead souls had already awakened. At this time, Yu Zun was also startled in his heart. What on earth had he awakened?
Those weird neighings, in the bottom of his heart, forcefully pulled out a pale space, just a blank, a lonely blank...
In the outer domain, those weird shadows were flying around. Their speed was extremely fast, and they were just blurry shadows in front of them. They seemed to be supporters of the night, and they did not obey anyone's orders.
Therefore, at this time, Yu Zun was also thinking, "
What does it mean for all this to happen? "
Brutal killing, blood splashing in the long space, bones turned into powder, and the indelible fear in my heart.
Yu Zun smiled, and he gradually discovered that these mysterious figures were his demon brothers. But since when did they become so powerful?
This was beyond his imagination!
The demon descendants are a bloodthirsty people. At this time, they are flying in the air, and their arrogant eyes are quietly overlooking the land in front of them.
However, the demon brothers summoned by Yu Zun at this time are no longer what they were before, and their martial arts are even more powerful.
Afterwards, Yu Zuncai gradually understood that as his martial arts level increased, the demon descendants he could summon were no longer the same as before.
In the long wind, the shrill whine echoed in his ears over and over again. He wiped his pupils, and a bright light burst out from his eyes.
In this deep long night, those who are willing to sleep have long since stopped making noises. The darkness is corroding the bloody men, but some people stand proudly at the forefront of the battlefield.
The blood in their bodies is surging crazily, and the obsession in their hearts is as iron as iron...
The breeze gently swept Yu Zun's hair, and there was still an innocent smile on his cold face. However, this innocence was so dazzling in the eyes of those rickety old men... ....
Want to regret it? Want to escape?
It's too late for all this. The will in Yu Zun's heart is ordering him to kill everyone who comes!
The vast clouds, the exhausted sea, the vast fire on the earth, quietly splashed in the eyes, and then! The storytellers have all fallen asleep, and when the page is quietly turned, no one will look back on what happened.
Although, this page will eventually be recorded in history!
