A village, a town, a city, countless people.
The red mist covered the entire world, and thousands of spiritual swords flew in the sky and earth, cutting off the endless pain of those trapped between life and death.
Cut it all off in one place, then move on to the next.
Su Mo was in a trance, confused.
The long sword in his hand was stained with countless people's blood.
Day after day, month after month.
For three whole months, Su Mo finally killed all the people trapped in the red mist.
Thousands of broken souls turned into the power of soul fragrance, carrying Su Mo's cultivation level, and rushed straight to the second floor of Questioning Realm...
However, Su Mo seemed to have lost his soul, and his heart was like a pool of stagnant water.
No problems, no joy or anger.
Some are just endless fatigue...
No one knew how much courage Su Mo needed to swing each sword, and how much pain he faced.
The long white clothes had already turned into bright red blood, making Su Mo look very embarrassed.
I don't know when, the scattered blooming flowers of the other side bloomed one after another.
The pieces of white petals, among the red ones, are like stars in the dark night.
The other shore flower seems to have a strong vitality, one flower turns into two, two turns into four...
From the moment the Void Beast entered the Nine Heavens to plant flowers, in just one year, they could be seen everywhere in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Su Mo sat alone on a mountaintop in the world covered by red mist, staring blankly at the world that had turned into a dead place.
The long sword in his hand was thrown aside. There was a white flower of the other shore beside the sword.
Su Mo just sat on the top of the mountain for a long time...
Behind Su Mo stood two ethereal and detached figures. They looked at Su Mo's vicissitudes of life and felt endless distress in their hearts.
They looked at Su Mo with complicated expressions.
They were obviously accompanying Su Mo, but for some reason, that figure from behind looked so lonely...
"Let's go..." Daji sighed softly and spoke first.
"good."
Su Mo nodded, turned to look at Da Ji and Xuan Nu, with a smile on his face.
"Don't laugh!" Daji saw Su Mo's smiling face and scolded him with a cold face.
"Super ugly."
Su Mo was silent and his smile faded.
Su Mo stood up slowly, his body shaky.
Daji immediately stepped forward to support him, looking at Su Mo's trembling hands, he said nothing.
He has the strongest cultivation level in Jiutian, but he can't save the people in this world.
This world was handed over to him by Qing Yi and the Emperors of the Nine Heavens, with their expectations.
He was afraid of letting down Qing Yi who had already sacrificed to heaven, afraid of being alone with the Nine Heavens Emperors, and even more afraid of letting down the Liu family whose whole family had been martyred... He had always wanted to seek peace for the world, but in the end he still couldn't do anything.
He cut off the Nine Heavens with his own hands, and killed countless people in the Nine Heavens with his own hands.
He is so miserable...
As the old monk said: All living beings suffer, but Su Mo suffers the most.
Xuannv was wearing a pure white dress, swaying on the mountain top in the red mist, and she suddenly seemed to have realized the way of Tianxuan.
The tall body is full of elegance and a sense of detachment.
Xuannv looked at Su Mo's back and suddenly said: "I'm going back to the spirit world..."
Daxi was startled, turned his head to look at Xuannv, and said with a hint: "Are you going to break through?"
Xuan Nu looked at Da Ji and Su Mo, and then nodded.
Daxi thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and said nothing more.
In this ninth day, the spiritual energy is thin and the way of heaven is incomplete, but it is not suitable for people with their level of cultivation to break through.
Seeing Xuannv's fairy-like appearance, Su Mo felt a little reluctant, but he didn't say anything.
Xuannv's companionship was originally just because of a bet with Daxi, but now this bet has long passed.
"I asked the Void Beast to take Sister Xuannv away." Su Mo looked at Xuannv and said.
Xuannv shook her head, looked at Su Mo and said, "No, I can go out."
Su Mo frowned, unable to understand.
"Don't worry about her. She is the master of the spirit world. She has her own way to return directly to the spirit world." Daji explained for Xuannv.
Su Mo was startled, then nodded gloomily.
Xuannv looked at Su Mo's expression, thought for a moment and said, "You should put down what you are doing as soon as possible and find a place to retreat as soon as possible. The world is too complicated for you to calm down."
Su Mo nodded, already having a plan in mind.
Xuannv sighed deeply, turned her head to look at the sky, then turned her back to Su Mo and slowly said: "The omen has arrived, the disaster is not far away."
"You are considered half of my disciple. If you have nowhere to go, you can come to my spiritual world."
After saying that, Xuan Nu turned into little stars and disappeared in front of Su Mo.
Xuannv left, but Daxi laughed for some reason.
"This old woman is finally gone..."
Su Mo turned his head in confusion and looked at Daxi with a confused look on his face.
Daxi smiled strangely: "This old woman is always here, it's too much trouble..."
Su Mo shook his head and said nothing.
Seeing Su Mo's depressed look, Da Ji put his arm around Su Mo's shoulders and said, "Don't worry, sister, I won't leave."
"But she did say it right. It's time for you to put down what you're doing."
Daxi continued to speak: "Go back first, and we will discuss it carefully."
Su Mo nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay."
Su Mo opened the door to the spiritual sea, and the evil spirit walked in.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and Su Mo was swaying...
He habitually wanted to communicate the power of national destiny, but the familiar golden light never lit up again.
Su Mo was silent for a long time, looking at Jiutian who had lost the destiny of the country, his expression was in a trance...
...
In the dim moonlight of the Imperial City, the whole world exudes a sense of sadness.
Every house is brightly lit with candles, but few people speak.
Three months have passed since that sword strike.
But it seems that no one has come out from that sword...
If it weren't for that sword, if it weren't for the thousands of people who died as martyrs, the entire Ninth Realm would have been transformed into a ghost realm like a divine realm.
But what makes the world the most distressed is the man in white who killed thousands of people with his own hands.
With that sword, the Human Emperor in white not only ruined thousands of people in the world, but also ruined the fate of the country for nine days, and even drained his entire life.
From then on, he only had the name of Human Emperor, but no longer had the power of Human Emperor.
The pain of white clothes is known to everyone in the nine heavens...
In the palace, two figures looked forward to the vast night.
They have been here for three months...
Finally, a vicissitudes of life figure appeared in front of them out of thin air.
When Princess Ying saw the long dress stained red with blood, her eyes instantly shed two lines of tears.
Flying forward, looking at the thin, haggard and numb face, Princess Ying choked and opened her mouth.
"Good boy, I'm sorry for you..."
