At the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, in a secret room.
A girl in a purple skirt sat cross-legged, and the aura beside her continued to rise with mysterious fluctuations.
The candlelight on the side swayed amidst the fluctuations of the girl in the purple skirt...
In front of the girl in the purple skirt, a stooped old woman looked at the girl solemnly, as if she was worried about the girl's condition.
"Master, how are you?" On the other side, the leader of the Demon Sect asked with worry on his face.
The hunched ancestor of the Demon Sect shook his head slowly and evilly.
"I don't know why An'an doesn't wake up even though she has turned into a spirit."
The leader of the Demon Sect sighed and nodded sadly.
"Is it because of the inheritance she got from the divine realm?"
The ancestor of the Demon Sect looked deeply at Cheng Anan, as if he wanted to see some clues, but in the end he just sighed...
They didn't know that Cheng Anan's consciousness had entered an extremely strange place at this time.
It was a vast white mist, and nothing could be seen except a vast expanse of white...
Cheng Anan pushed aside the fog in confusion and walked in this world.
It's just that the fog seems to have no end. No matter how hard Cheng Anan walks, he can't reach the end.
Gradually, Cheng Anan became impatient.
However, she seemed to be unable to do anything but be irritated...
She didn't know how long she walked in the fog, but finally she saw a stone tablet.
A tall stone tablet that reaches the sky. There are ancient lines on the stone tablet, which are dark and strange.
There are only two words on the stone tablet:
Immortality!
Under the stone tablet stood a misty and cold figure, as if it had been standing there for countless thousands of years.
Cheng Anan walked over cautiously with doubts.
The ethereal figure seemed to have been watching Cheng Anan. When Cheng Anan approached, a cold and soft voice finally came out to Cheng Anan.
"Come..."
The voice seemed stiff and jerky as if it hadn't been spoken for a long time. But the sound is so beautiful, as if it resonates with heaven and earth, making people unable to refuse.
After Cheng Anan heard the voice, he walked over in a daze without any precautions.
However, the figure didn't seem to have any evil thoughts towards Cheng Anan, and he only slowly spoke after Cheng Anan walked in front of her.
"sit."
It was still just one word, and she seemed unwilling to say anything more.
Cheng Anan stared blankly at the cold and gentle figure, as if she couldn't see the person's face clearly. It didn't look like the person's face was shrouded in fog, but more like she didn't deserve to see his face...
It was the power of a rule, so powerful that it was automatically enveloped in it like the rules of heaven and earth.
Cheng Anan followed the figure's word "sit" and finally nodded and sat on the ground.
"Who are you?" Cheng Anan asked in a daze.
The figure seemed to be unable to understand An An's question. After thinking for a long time, he gently answered: "I... am not someone."
The words were still very jerky and could not explain Cheng An'an's problem.
It seemed that she didn't want to hide it, but in her thoughts, she was no one.
Cheng Anan shook his head with a confused expression, and instead of dwelling too much on this issue, asked another question.
"Where is this?"
The cold and upright figure seemed to be lost in thought again.
After a long time, it seemed that he found an answer that Cheng Anan could understand best.
"Heaven... on..."
Cheng Anan shook her head in a daze, she still couldn't understand.
However, Cheng Anan asked in confusion: "Are you looking for me?"
The figure nodded, "Yes."
"What do you want from me?" Cheng Anan continued to ask.
This time, the figure paused for a full two-quarters of an hour before speaking again. It seemed that she had to think about this question for a long time to understand it, and it was also very difficult to answer it.
"bring..."
"one person..."
"Come..."
"see me......"
...
The word love.
It's unclear, unclear, unspeakable...
I can't figure it out, I can't understand it, I can't think about it...
One person fell, and the broken souls were released one after another.
Su Mo's white robe was finally dyed blood red.
Su Mo's body, which had been drained of vitality by Duantian's sword, became older and older, like an old man entering his twilight years.
Shaking, but refusing to stop.
He was silent, as if he were just a killing machine.
Gradually, bright red bloodstains covered the streets in the dark night...
Daxi and Xuannv followed Su Mo from a distance, watching the long sword in Su Mo's hand dance, and the mad people fell one by one with the sword.
That thin body seemed to be filled with boundless pain.
How could every sword he swung strike him?
The two of them didn't speak, just stayed with him quietly...
The early sun rises.
The glow illuminated the entire land covered in red mist.
Under the city gate, the man was kneeling on the ground with a sword.
The long sword in his hand was stained with dried blood, as if it contained endless killings.
The man was dressed in long blood-red clothes, and his eyes were blankly looking at the houses within the city gate...
There was no one left standing in the entire city.
The blood on the ground flowed out of the city gate through the gaps in the stone bricks on the streets in the city.
A sigh sounded, and Daji looked at the numb Su Mo with distress, and slowly said: "With your power, why do you need to free them one by one?"
Su Mo slowly raised his head, looked at Daxi and Xuannu, and spoke hoarsely.
"I am afraid..."
"...There are still people alive among them."
These people still have vitality, but their souls are broken and their sanity disappears.
Apart from checking one by one, he had no way to tell whether there were still people who could be saved.
"Is there any?" Daji asked.
Su Mo lowered his head and shook his head.
"Let's free them as soon as possible." Xuannv said.
Su Mo fell into silence, then nodded.
A stone tablet was erected under the city gate under the power of Su Mo's rules...
Su Mo wanted to build a tomb for them, but he didn't know what to carve on it.
Finally, Su Mo seemed to remember something and waved the long sword in his hand to leave two lines of words on the stone tablet.
The three of them flew up. Su Mo took one last look at the city below, then turned towards the next city.
The three left, leaving behind a silent and dead city.
The ancient city, which should have been bustling with people, has become this dead silence now.
A wisp of sad wind blew by, causing a blood-stained dead leaf to fall on the stone tablet under the city gate.
I saw a few big words stained with blood engraved on the stone tablet:
In the thirty-sixth year of Yuanqing, the sky changed...
I will kill all 37,012 people in this city.
My heart is very sad, so I left a message to offer sacrifice...
Another gust of wind blew by, wrapped in red mist.
The fallen leaf moved with the wind and fell down the stone tablet... BIquGe.biz
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