pain!
Boundless pain!
After the clone of the other shore flower came into contact with the red mist, its mind was swallowed up by the red mist.
But it was just that his mind was devoured, and his five senses and soul were all there.
That clone was connected to Su Mo's consciousness, and Su Mo could feel the endless pain in that clone...
This kind of pain is not the kind of physical pain, but the kind of pain that is broken but cannot die.
Su Mo experienced this kind of pain when he left the realm of gods that year.
Now, the strangeness in this red mist made Su Mo experience this feeling again...
Su Mo looked at the vast red mist with a dull and confused expression.
Su Mo said dryly and hoarsely: "I finally know why these people fell into madness after their minds were devoured..."
His voice was low and sad.
This truth stabbed into his heart like thousands of knives.
He knew it when the Bianhua clone was connected to his soul... There was no way he could undo the mist poison, nor could he think of a way to save these people.
These people, while their minds were wiped away by the red mist, their souls were also crushed by the red mist...
They are immortal just because of the strange rules of heaven's "immortality".
Daxi looked at Su Mo who fell into silence, turned to look at the people in the fog, and asked in a low voice: "They..."
It seemed that she also had some speculation in her mind.
"Why the madness?"
Su Mo laughed sadly. "Because it hurts!"
"Very painful......"
Su Mo raised his hand and touched the cheek of the crazy little girl in front of him, his hands trembling slightly.
"The feeling of soul shattering made them very painful!"
"And they lost their minds...and couldn't die..."
"Living, for them, there is only boundless despair and struggle."
"Going crazy is not their intention..."
The evening breeze was miserable, accompanied by the strange and heartless red mist, which caused the three people to fall into silence.
The red mist is like the remaining tenderness of some kind of heaven for the world, but it makes the world fall into pain...
Su Mo looked at his incarnation of Bianhuahua and waved his hand fiercely at it.
The clone turned into golden light and disappeared...
The death of the clone made Su Mo feel a kind of relief.
A kind of relief that you can die and no longer suffer endless pain...
"What is this heavenly change?" Su Mo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.
In Su Mo's mind, the stone tablets in the God's Realm appeared. On them were the helpless pain left by the Confucian Sage when he killed thousands of mortals in the God's Realm.
At this moment, the question that had troubled Su Mo finally had an answer.
The Confucian Sage had clearly cut off the connection between the Divine Realm and the outside world, and the 'Celestial Change' would no longer affect the outside world... He still killed everyone in the Divine Realm.
Because you want to... help them get out of their pain?
Su Mo stood up slowly...I understand.
A handle appeared in Su Mo's hand, and with a calm thrust, it penetrated into the little girl's body...
The little girl seemed to have no feeling at all, still waving her little hands, her eyes ferocious as she wanted to pounce on Su Mo.
A divine light suddenly burst out from Su Mo's hands, and he pulled out his long sword.
The moment the long sword was drawn out, the connection between the strange power of 'immortality' and the little girl in front of her was cut off.
A stream of bright red blood spilled onto Su Mo's white Confucian clothes, stained with something inexplicable.
The madness in the little girl's eyes disappeared and turned into a mindless numbness.
The life disappeared, and the little girl slowly fell to the ground...
She would have been dead long ago.
He died when the red mist wiped away his mind and shattered his soul...
The broken soul turned into a wisp of fragrance and slowly floated in front of Su Mo...
...Sad!
The cold wind was biting, and the residual thoughts turned into the appearance of a little girl.
"Thank you...my emperor..." Xiao Cannian said childishly and smiled at Su Mo.
There is innocence and relief in that smile...
She finally no longer had to 'exist' endlessly in endless pain.
Although, death is something that is extremely scary.
But what is even more terrifying is being trapped between life and death, feeling endless pain.
Su Mo's sword freed her...
Xiao Cannian looked at Su Mo's white clothes stained with his own blood, with a look of guilt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for staining my emperor's clothes..." That look was so pitiful and humble.
Su Mo opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say anything.
That little regret has dissipated...
Su Mo trembled all over, looked up to the sky and looked at the moon, closing his eyes.
"It doesn't matter......"
A bright moon shines with silver light on this vast red mist, covering the red mist with a white gauze skirt, causing boundless misery.
The night wind blew into this silent dead city, rolling up red mist.
Daji and Xuannu looked at Su Mo who was stunned. As the two people who had survived forever, their expressions showed confusion for the first time...
Su Mo silently held the long sword, turned around and walked into the crazy crowd...
That thin body blended into the dark night, like the nine-day dance of sorrow.
Su Mo did not use his Qingjing cultivation, but swung the long sword in his hand like a mortal trying to stab.
People fell down one by one, and the broken souls turned into soul fragrance after being freed, and merged into Su Mo's body.
With each sword strike, Su Mo's long clothes were dyed red with blood.
The pure white Confucian clothes are no longer white.
The silver moonlight shining on Su Mo's body was like the red mist, strange and ruthless.
The "Thank you, my emperor" that came to Su Mo's ears one after another brought relief, but also made Su Mo feel more miserable.
Why be miserable?
I don’t know, I just know it’s bitter.
No one asked, so I didn’t bother to say anything...
Since you can't save them, let's free them with your own hands.
This is not a blessing for them...
The soul is fragrant and affectionate, carrying with it a lifelong attachment, transformed into Su Mo's cultivation. biquge.biz
Those soul scents seemed to be telling Su Mo about their lifelong love...
Some people's attachment is their children, some people's attachment is their relatives and friends, some people's attachment is their teachers, and some people's attachment is a thing.
Some people place their love on swords, some people place their love on their lovers, and some people place their love on objects...
...just a teapot.
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