The magnificent sword energy light wave penetrated the octopus monster along the sharp blade, and a corner of the horizon was reflected in the blood-colored hollow.
When the bloody abyss cavity quickly healed, the black fire figure that plunged in was swallowed up by the regenerated muscle tissue.
The scene of black light exploding from the monster's body came into Fengyu's eyes.
The body buffeted by the bloody storm was shining with golden light. He stood in the trembling void, frowning as he endured the roaring that could tear his eardrums, and held a head in his arms.
The head was shattered and turned into powder.
Feng Yu reached out in panic to grab the flying fragments, but couldn't hold anything.
The blood covering the sky splashed from the monster's body, and flew towards him on the strong wind as if it was summoned.
In his golden eyes, a huge dark green figure was reflected in pieces, being torn apart by hundreds of black lights.
The sky is turbulent, and the messy chaos is squeezed together crazily. The heaven and earth are changing, and they are dim.
The broken human face dripping with blood fell off from the head of the octopus monster, floating in the air like a ghost flying in the wind, flying towards the brilliant young man.
Blood rained down, and tentacle fragments and remains were scattered all over the sky.
When Feng Yu saw the broken human face, he seemed to dare not approach it and stayed ten meters away without moving.
The unrecognizable human face was repaired and healed, forming the appearance of the Blood Princess, and its head, torso, and limbs grew out every second.
The black hair is loose and the pure white body is smooth and flawless, all showing the youthful and dazzling female beauty.
"Although that little girl got your demon sword, she also paid the price of being devoured by the demon sword."
Xue Ji's charming smile with a secretive look hurt Feng Yu's heart.
He saw the black fire figure appear out of thin air and block it in front of him.
"Xian'er is very brave. Even though his body was scorched by the black fire of the Grant Sword, he never thought of giving up holding the sword in his hand."
Feng Yu was stunned, feeling his breathing hurt, and the black fire figure in front of him was already like a mummy.
"She collapsed when faced with her parents who turned into corpses. If you hadn't come out to disturb the scenery, I could have let her die happily, and she wouldn't have to rely on her own demonic energy to survive."
Xue Ji's tone was brisk, and her voice contained a sense of joy and pleasure.
"She is so pitiful! She was backlashed by the power of the sword in her hand. Her body was burned dry but she still refused to let go of the sword in her hand. In the end, she couldn't even utter a painful cry."
At this moment, the black fire figure kicked his feet, danced into the air, and flew to kill.
The sword blade struck head-on a second faster than Xue Ji jumped away, and slashed from the top of Xue Ji's head to the base of her neck.
The head flew up, and the owner's ketone body, which jumped back at high speed, was suspended in the air, and the head quickly returned to its original position.
"Are you wondering that I can't kill you no matter what?"
Xue Ji's smile suddenly froze on her face because something unexpected happened.
A hand penetrated her chest, and this hand that looked like a man emerged from her body.
Her face was twisted in pain, she felt the pain of her body being torn apart, and saw a second hand squeeze out of her chest.
Vast amounts of blood surged out of her body at an extremely fast speed, flowing outwards along her chest and sweeping through the world.
Using both hands, he tore open the ketone body. The crack in his chest became wider and wider, and a human head with a handsome face emerged from inside.
Xue Ji was so painful that she shed tears. She felt that her body was bound by a strong pressure, and her fingers were trembling so much that she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
"Damn it! You actually... didn't die?"
This sound of gnashing of hatred was squeezed out from between her teeth, strongly expressing her anger.
Feng Yu, who walked up to the black fire figure, stared blankly at Luo Mo coming out of Xue Ji's body.
"I have only killed one-ninth of the 100 million demons and monsters in your body, and the rest have all fled and hid."
The low, magnetic voice shocked the Blood Princess and turned her face pale.
"How could it be? You just showed up like this without anyone noticing...leaving me defenseless?"
Thick blood mist continuously erupted from her body, covering the sky.
The ketone body split from top to bottom with a tearing sound, breaking into two halves.
The endless and vast void was stained with blood, which was the transformation of countless demons before they died.
Seeing the split Xue Ji plummeting into the sky, Luo Mo chased her away.
As if he had exhausted his last breath, the Black Fire figure began to lose its balance and fell towards the world below.
The Grant Sword broke away from the black fire figure, but Feng Yu ignored it. His body fell rapidly against the violent storm, and Leng Xian'er cried out anxiously and turned into a charred body.
The biting wind and raindrops blew up from below and penetrated his whole body.
After finally getting close to the target, he stretched out his trembling hands and carefully hugged the charred body that seemed to be shattered by the slightest touch.
His words became weak and pale, and when he struggled to say the words "I'm sorry," his eyes were full of unbearable pity and self-blame.
The more he suppressed the overwhelming emotions, the more unbearable his sadness became. Tears filled his red eyes, and he looked as sad as a child.
On the land shrouded in white and silver barriers, humans looked up at the red sky.
The blood mist spreading in the air seemed to turn into thousands of flame fragments, scattered in all directions like red lotus petals.
Powerful turbulence swept across the sky, wiping out all the flying aircraft.
Those were all strange-looking and cold fighter jets. Their routes were disrupted by the turbulence, and they fell straight down in the blood mist.
The aircraft even collided with each other and then exploded, with flames and shattered fragments flying down like fireworks at high altitudes.
On the ground covered with blood, Jialan ran around in panic and anxiety, chasing the fireworks falling from the sky.
She seemed petite and frail, but she ran very fast, and her eyes were filled with eagerness and worry.
She didn't know if Luo Mo could hear her, so she could only shout the name loudly.
The heavy rain formed a curtain of water and poured down, soaking the glittering city of gold and silver.
Even if the two buildings from another world were turned into ruins, they would still be priceless gold mines. If a large number of android warriors had not been stationed in time to blockade them, they would have been looted by the citizens.
In the misty rain curtain, Luo Mo, covered in blood, stood between the golden and silver ruins.
Jialan, who came in a hurry, saw his lonely back with his head slightly lowered.
He couldn't even hear the girl's longing call.
"The right eye is compassionate and the left eye is sharp. Your eyes are really beautiful."
The two halves of the head squirmed in the pool of blood and merged into a complete human head.
Luo Mo, who was holding the demon sword Yuye in his hand, remained unmoved and quietly looked down at the two halves of Xue Ji's body being annihilated by flying ashes.
"Have you investigated my life experience?"
"Yes."
"So...do you feel sorry for me?"
A trace of emotion flashed through Luo Mo's eyes like electricity.
Hearing him calmly say the four words "all living beings suffer", a sad smile appeared on his head and face, and the sadness in his eyes was as deep and heavy as mountains and seas.
Jialan, who ran to Luo Mo, saw the tragic scene in the pool of blood on the ground and couldn't help but feel unspeakable loneliness.
"There is no peace in this world, just like a house on fire; it is full of suffering, and it is terrifying.
I lived in pain and darkness, and the feeling of despair was really worse than death. "
