Holding the handle in Shiwu Luo's hands.

"Yes."

The light veins of the pale hands on the pale hands of Shi Wuluo were stretched.

"He is crazy."

His voice was so calm, so calm that there was no negative, no change.

But within a thousand miles, suddenly the wind stopped, and everyone was wrapped in a hidden horrible hatred. The hatred is mixed with huge anger and pain, each word is like chewing his bone blood alive. Strongly so that everyone is like a mang.

"He is crazy and does not want to be a disaster."

Fei Dao did not enter Meng Shen's long throat little by little.

"He is willing to die," there was no expression on Shi Wu Luo's face, and his voice was light. "He decided to die long ago."

The Mencius, who was still angry, stared like a copper bell, blood was infrared, and the sword was like a furious dragon and walked in the middle of his muscles to cut his flesh, but he refused to make him die directly. Di was suffering from this Ling Chi.

Far from the pain of the prince at the beginning.

"So ... the last order he had to Taiyi Sword was ..."

The scarlet sword rose, completely running through Meng Shen's throat, and nailed him to the flags. Shi Wu Luo pulled back the knife, and the bloody blood stained his black shirt, climbing along the blade snake reflecting the light of the fire.

"kill him!"

It wasn't until the reunion of Tancheng, and Shi Wu Luo accidentally caught Taiyi who turned into a dead sword before he knew it. Tai Yijian is the life sword of the god of the gods. In this world, only the god of the gods can order Taiyi sword. When the Qingzhou returned to Emperor Sang, the bloody clothing was Li Li.

... Waiting for me to cut off Tiaoluo.

Just kill me.

There is no need for the siege of Jiuyu, no need for Xianmen Kong Sangli.

He arranged for himself for his death.

Tai Yijian cannot violate his order.

Tai Yijian failed to execute his order.

Shi Wu Luo turned sharply, and the blood on the knife pulled into a long arc moon. Where the moon arc passed, all the Taiyuanmen people who tried to escape were cut into two sections.

"It's killing him!"

There is a dead silence in the sky.

Only the young man was roaring.

紫电的罗网被切开一角，阴云堆积的天空被切开一角，冷冷的月光重新洒了下来……同样的月色下，曾有一片藕花，红衣的少年收紧手臂，如浮Ping sent wood, hot and cold tears dropped down, he whispered, crying and laughing:

... Allow, I hurt.

It really hurts.

I can't forget the pain.

Blood clothes were woke up with a karma.

Half-god, half-demon, half-crazy, half-absurd, half-joke.

Lose nothing, lose everything.

He lost the bet.

He admits.

But he still remembered the four poles of heaven and earth that had not yet been built, the Mutiansuo that had not been completely broken, and the orderly time of the sun and the moon... So the lord of the gods went south to Qingzhou, Leaving the second hibiscus tree between heaven and earth, wanted to go south to take a look at Nanchen, but it was too late, so could only go north again.

Go to empty mulberry, go to break the sky cable.

to die.

He can die a second time, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he has a karma and no one can seal it. After cutting the noose in the sky, he can die by himself... But why are there so many swords? ……The emptiness of the sang, the eight extremes. Under the cang fusang, thousands of knives. Divine Sovereign gently let go of Tai Yi Jian, and slowly fell to the dust.

... why is it so cold?

His voice was unheard,

Chapter 106 Come to Atonement

"stupid."

After Hei Ying heard Huai Ningjun's words, he commented.

It seems to be unbelievable to the extreme, after a brief pause, this black shadow in the great wasteland added:

"Stupid."

Huainingjun leaned into the wine cup, and the cloud whale's skull in Nether City bleeds from the eye socket. The wine that fell evenly in the blood light was like a little raindrop, falling into the darkness, and the faint light disappeared in a flash. He told the past of the god in white in a mocking and ironic tone, but his expression was always light.

"Have you seen the original Kong Sang?"

Huainingjun asked suddenly.

"No."

Hei Ying didn't understand what he meant when he asked the question.

"He's seen it, we've all seen it..." Huainingjun stared at the wine cup, "In the beginning, Kongsang was a beautiful place. Back then, before the four poles of heaven and earth were built, Fusang was the center of the world. They didn't fight each other, and Mu Tiansuo was not called Mu Tiansuo, just because they were afraid that Jinwu and Xuantu would lose their way in the miasma fog and be swallowed up by the darkness to weave the way back..."

His eyes became distant and empty.

As if going upstream in the long river of time, have seen the time when the long journey has just begun, and the gods and demons are still in love with each other.

The figure of the shadow suddenly gathered and scattered.

As if he didn't notice it's scrutiny and vigilance, Huaining-Jun continued talking on his own, sketching out a group of figures trudging through the darkness in a few words. Many things are also familiar to the shadow, and it is also a witness to some ancient past events, and even remembers some things better than its former opponents.

...Even it has to admit that there was a time when it really thought that the white-robed monarch would clear up the wasteland and end the darkness.

Although in the end, the ending of the play was unexpectedly absurd and unexpectedly ridiculous, the fear still lingers.

Otherwise, there will be no ghost towns built around remnants in the Great Wilderness.

"... Later, Yunzhong City became Tianwaitian, Kongsang Qunzhu became Kongsang Baishi, and the battle between human and demon continues to this day. Everyone can see clearly that it is the god of the sky, and then go back to the high clouds. If it is a big demon, it will open its fangs and show its sharp claws, and if it is a mortal, it will struggle with all its might... In the final analysis, Kongsang is an illusion."