"Kill!" The cold blue array of rays of light smashed down.

The red elephant, as huge as a mountain, rushed out of the formation, roaring up to the sky. The red elephant stepped on the rock submerged by the Haihe River, and its majestic and tall figure suddenly formed an indestructible defensive wall.

Frozen bell rang.

The sound is no longer ethereal, no longer crisp.

It was so gloomy and cold that it seemed like a soul bell from the underworld.

Amidst the bells, the turbulent water created black mists. In the black mist, the people who just died and the demons suddenly stood up from the water and opened their dark, dull eyes—I don’t know what method Nuya used. , the Frozen End Lingwei Neng under her control did not show any divine light at all, instead it was dark and strange.

"How would you feel if you saw that the gift he gave was used to brew such bloody debts?" Taigan Shizu shouted loudly.

"I know what's on your mind," Nu Xia laughed, her eyes glistening faintly, "You just want us to hate him!"

"Don't you hate him?" Patriarch Taigan held the hilt of the bone sword, and the phantom behind him boiled, "This is really strange, I heard that the demon clan in the Thirty-Six Islands hate him so much that they grit their teeth. If you don't hate him Why would he go against his will today, go all out to fight and kill? Is the West Sea Kraken and Thirty-Six Islands so different?"

"We don't hate him," Nu Xue was still laughing, clapping her hands while laughing, "Let the arrows go!"

The Great Frigid Demon loosened the bowstring at the same time, the bone spear burst out of the air, and the strong wind brought up their white hair.

All arrows fired!

The red elephant roared.

Driven by the blood deed, the red elephant stood still against the rain of white arrows that covered the sky. They were heavily armored, and bone spears pierced through the armor, nailed to the flesh. The elephants who were able to smash through the city wall and slaughter the entire city were extremely powerful, even if they had hundreds of bone spears in their bodies, they still stood firm.

However, when the first bone spear was shot, the big demons in the cold desert had already put the second bone spear on the bowstring.

The sound of the strings does not stop, and the rain of arrows does not stop.

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Amidst the arrows, rain, wind, and thunder, the bones of the whales rose up into the air, facing the herd of beasts that rushed out of the void and turned into reality.

Nuxu opened her arms, as if to hug her fellow clan who had been controlled by the slaves of Xianmen, and as if she was just trying to let the rainstorm wash away her anger. The blood on her lips was washed away by the rain, and in the pale lightning, there was still only a green face that had not yet grown.

She is laughing.

Laugh as hard as you can.

"We don't hate him-"

That was the monarch who took them out of the darkness when they were still awake. It was the god who lit a bonfire on the icefield and sang and drank with them.

How could they hate him?

The bone sword slashed in mid-air, and the whalebone of the rue whale turned in mid-air.

The skeletons as huge as giant mountains smashed away the monsters that were rushing forward, hanging from the skeleton, and the corpses like maggots fell like rain, crackling... Seven hundred years ago, a wounded whale was stranded in Changlan Bay. The merchant ship bound for Zhunan stopped, and the merchants were calculating, calculating that this rare whale meat could be exchanged for tens of thousands of taels of gold from the treasure attic when it was sent to Zhunan.

There is a small sea town near by. The sound of silver and real gold being sprinkled jingled, and the sound of the sickle and kitchen knife colliding when the meat cramped was also jingling.

The merchants returned with their ships, and the seamen returned with their bags. Zhenyinbaiyin invited monks who could help them wedge nails on the hard rocks. A city known as the "Pearl" was built in the bay of the crescent moon.

Only the flesh and blood of the whale god turned into light and dust, and the moving legend of the whale falling and all living things was left.

Seven hundred years later, it has become a prosperous incense.

The whale bone collided with the bone sword, making a loud noise.

The female Xue jumped up and spun in the rain, pulling out a gleaming soft sword from the jade belt around her waist.

"We are only......"

The soft sword cut through the rain line, and the blade splashed an arc-shaped blood line.

"—I don't want to be in pain!"

The skeleton of the rudimentary whale that had been cleaned of flesh and blood fell back to the sea, splashing high water, and most of the hanging corpse fell, along with the corpse, and the vegetation and vines that had spread over the past seven hundred years. It is a rare plant and flower that is "whale falling and all living things". After everything fell off, vaguely, you could see the scar cut out by the knife on the whale bone.

The soft sword and the bone sword collided, and the two sides simultaneously retreated.

The girl fell to the top of the whalebone that floated to pick her up, and the red-gold pupils seemed to be burning in the rain, and seemed to disappear.

On the second peak pulse, the first red elephant finally collapsed with a dense bone spear.

After the red elephant fell.

The feather-crowned youth who questioned before was pierced by a bone spear through his throat.

Holding the bone spear, he opened his eyes and was nailed to the icy cliff. Blood slowly flowed from between his fingers, and the rain washed his dilated pupils. The round-faced girl hugged his waist, crying and shouting something, but the rain was too loud and the thunder was too loud to be heard.

...inaudible.

The torrential rain washed her fingers and washed away the blood of beheading and beheading the beast, and the girl stood in the rain, her face no longer happy or sad.

The surface of the sea was ups and downs, and there were vaguely the whale statues left behind by the city residents of Yunjing City, who were carefully protected and sacrificed their lives. But they don't want to see them anymore... mortals, monks, worship them, love them, hurt them, enslave them, kill them.

O God...

sorry.

Mortals and monks may have really given us good beauty and sincerity, but we no longer want to endure these bad pains for that little good.

"sorry."

The round-faced little girl pulled out the bone spear, hugged the corpse of the feather-crowned youth, and tried her best to step back with her fellow brothers and sisters. The rain washed away the blood on her face, she untied the gold ring on her wrist, and threw a beam of light, a flood dragon jumped out of the water and rushed towards the oncoming corpse, dead but not stiff.