To walk this great dream of the future, no dream, no return.

Thousands of mountains shook and thousands of rivers hung upside down.

Long Qi Xizhou.

Chapter 169 Taiyi Town Bafang

An unprecedented terrifying vision appeared in the land of the twelve continents.

In the sky, the tenth day and the twelve month hang high at the same time. Outside the city, the black miasma is like a tidal wave. Between the top and the bottom, the wind howls. The fire and the blizzard swept through at the same time... All common sense, all experience, all became a joke, birds and beasts, people and plants, at this moment, there is no difference, all in this chaotic Hongyu, as small as dust .

The focal point of the vision is in Xizhou.

The land of Xizhou, famous for its "Ten Peaks and Nine Rivers", is undergoing earth-shaking changes. The folded mountains are flattened little by little, the rugged mountains collapse, and the deep ravines are filled. Like a giant dragon, stretching its body. In just a few breaths, the sea and land changes have surpassed the previous thousand years.

The thunder is endless, and the silver and electricity are dense.

People watched helplessly, the sky around the city was filled with black miasma, and the laughter of countless dead souls and ghosts pierced their brains...

"God..."

The wanderers who barely escaped behind the city walls huddled with the city residents, dumbfounded.

Little did he know whether he was in this world or in hell.

The only consolation is that with the city gods and the Xianmen monks, the miasma fog and the dead souls will be isolated from the city walls. However, soon, this ethereal consolation was also shattered cleanly—the ground on which he was stepping was violently undulating, and the people standing on the ground only felt as if they were in the sea.

The tide of soil, thrown high.

In the mournful cry of who knows who, the city built on the mountain was submerged by the mountain.

In other places, in the cities on the plains and wilderness, people only heard a loud bang, and they saw that the familiar city suddenly lost more than half—the majority of the city, including the houses and people, kept falling into the dark. in the cracks.

The plates that the twelve continents have been put together seem to have become a piece of paper, a thin and brittle piece of paper that is cracking. The huge crack started from the north corner of Xizhou, but it extended to the southeast corner of Qingzhou. The rift is tens of thousands of feet deep, and magma pours out from the ground, filling the cracks. Looking down from the sky, it is like a dark red flood in the world.

The bloody river network spread freely.

The rift valley zigzagged on the ground, like bright red lightning, torn to the vicinity of Meicheng in a blink of an eye.

When the magma arrived at the base of the city wall, Zuo Yuesheng was walking in the violent city of Meicheng, and the two dark-gold swords were full of blood. Violence//movement has been forcibly suppressed by him with thunder-like means - all the disciples and loose cultivators of the Imperial Beast Sect who tried to incite the melee between the refugees and the city residents were killed by him.

Mo Dao swung the knife at the end, like fish scales raking out snow.

When the knife was retracted, the golden lacquer on the blade had already been pressed by the viscous blood.

Zuo Yuesheng didn't know how many people he killed tonight, how many of them were unforgivable, and how many were justifiable. He just remembered that the monk Budu came to see him for a drink before he went to sit in the golden building and the white jade boat, and he was suddenly silent.

Under the candlelight, the monk who was always smiling, showed a rare hint of Buddhahood.

Eyes with fire, great mercy and great compassion.

He said: Fatty, from now on, we are all sinners and prisoners, and we will all struggle and suffer in the purgatory of conscience.

At that time, Zuo Yuesheng copied a chicken thigh bone, smashed it and said, "Fuck you, don't do this with this pavilion master." If you want to sell the Great Compassion Mantra of your Buddhist sect, go and sell it to those foolish couples. I don't eat your shit.

The chicken bone did not cross the monk's forehead in the middle, leaving a bright mark.

He didn't laugh or make trouble, just whispered: Amitabha.

"...Amitabha, the Buddha can't help me." Zuo Yuesheng murmured, striding forward, the Mo knife was reversed and smashed out.

A wall that collapsed in the earthquake was swept away by the knife gas. Zuo Yuesheng fished out the frightened little girl from under the wall. He took two steps, and the little girl was lying on his shoulders, and suddenly burst into tears, crying, "Grandma! Grandma!". She grabbed Zuo Yuesheng's clothes and cried, "Save my grandma, save her!"

Zuo Yuesheng did not stop, did not look back.

When he swept away the wall, he could already see clearly that the old woman in the porridge shop was too old, and she was frightened to death when the wall collapsed and the column collapsed.

The streets of Meicheng are crumbling.

Every time a prosperous or simple shop, the columns collapsed and the walls collapsed, the plum blossom pots that had been carefully swept up, washed and filled shattered on the ground, mountain peach white, thousands of mountains snow, red in the bones, money green calyx, jumping snow weeping branches There are many, many red and white pink petals blown up by the air current, and they fly into the sky.

Like blood and paper money.

The peace of the past was torn up tonight. Small family, self-sufficient tranquility of porridge and tea, is such a fragile thing. And Zuo Yuesheng clearly knew that he, Monk Budu, Lu Jing... all had to bear the karma. They are also the promoters who shatter this peace.

Perhaps, they can say to themselves:

This is not my fault. The lack of human hearts has a long history, and the bitter fruit accumulated from generation to generation until now, if you want to correct it, you must pay a heavy price. Sacrifice is inevitable, and I cannot be responsible for all the dead. I am saving the world, and I am for the long-term development of the world.

Indeed, there is nothing wrong with saying that.

But these cries, these bloodstains, are they fake?

...If, for the sake of the right thing, people who can sacrifice many people without hesitation, and who do not feel guilty for it, are terrifying. Because they don't feel guilty for the dead, and they won't torture them for it, and their lives are nothing precious to them.

And if, knowingly not doing one thing, more people will die, but those who are unwilling to do it out of fear of bearing the condemnation of their conscience are pathetic. Because what they seek is self-assurance, and in the name of benevolence, they allow tens of millions of people to be crushed into dust. Such people are not worthy of morality. They are just selfish.