"Stop!" the wrath roared!

In an instant, Morrowind seemed to have experienced all the tragedies in this world,

He saw the death of his parents when he was young, the loss of his son when he was lonely and helpless, and the unkindness of his father, the unfilial piety of his son, the disrespect of his brother and his brother!

The extreme pain in the world! The extreme suffering in the world! The extreme suffering in the world! The human tragedy in the world all happened to him one by one!

"Sad!"

This word was like a death knell! Once again, it rang in the heart of the morning breeze, and his heart was shaken!

He saw mountains and rivers collapse and dry up, flowers and trees withered, birds and animals reduced to blood food, and the earth lost its vitality, and yellow sand everywhere! All spirits turned into dry bones, eroded into dust by time!

Countless undead are weeping, roaring, despairing, mourning, all worlds are withering and decaying, and finally they are ruined and disappearing!

"Sad!"

The death knell rang again, shaking the heart! Chenfeng was infected by the scenes he saw in front of him, his face showed a sad color, and the sad aura on his body became stronger and stronger!

"Sad!"

The morning wind couldn't help but roar! Countless powers of sorrow surged, forming a vortex around him, spinning wildly!

Seeing this time, the sad spirit looked at the morning breeze indifferently, "You were born in this world, it is a doomed tragedy, come over now! Let me help you get rid of it!"

Chenfeng's eyes were full of sadness, and his body trembled slightly when he heard this, and he looked up at the sad spirit, as if he saw the only light in this sad and dilapidated world!

The sad spirit continued to speak, "In life, you are destined to live in a bleak tragedy, family happiness is short-lived, only sorrow is destined to be eternal!"

"Come, let me help you get rid of this miserable life! Come on, let me free you from this desolate life! Come on, let me help you get rid of this life of despair!"

Morrowind stood up, with a strong sadness on his body, and he took a step forward!

Seeing this, the sad spirit looked cold, this was his only chance, and there must be no change!

The sad spirit continued to guide Morrowind, "Come on, don't be nostalgic! Don't stop, I'll take you to a world where there is no pain, no sorrow, no despair!"

Hearing this, Chenfeng took another step towards the sad spirit, and suddenly, a young child's voice sounded in his ears!

"If you dare to cover my eyes on this day, then I will tear open this day with my hands!"

"If the earth will bury me, then I will crush it!"

"If this fate dooms me to mediocrity, then I will go against this fate!"

The voice of this young child was so small, so small that it could hardly be heard, and the morning breeze stopped and listened carefully!

"If you dare to cover my eyes on this day, then I will tear open this day with my hands!"

"If the earth will bury me, then I will crush it!"

"If this fate dooms me to mediocrity, then I will go against this fate!"

The child's voice grew louder and louder, ringing in the ears of the morning breeze, as if he had made a vow in this life!

In an instant, Chenfeng's sad eyes regained a trace of clarity, "Yes! I remembered, it's—it's my own voice!"

The next moment, Chenfeng's face was indifferent, the color of sadness disappeared, and his eyes looked at the sad spirit coldly!

"A mere spirit of sorrow! Dare to try to lead me to perdition! If I am destined to live in a world full of tragedy, then I will kill this world without tragedy!"

Seeing that Morrowind had woken up from the world of sorrow and had not continued to sink, the Sorrowful Spirit suddenly shouted.

"Why didn't you continue to sink? This is impossible! No one's self-will can resist the erosion of the power of sorrow!"

Morrowind said indifferently: "I cultivate the path of ruthlessness! Once I enter the realm of ruthlessness and desirelessness, all distracting thoughts and all lust will be cut off by me!"

"I don't believe it!" the sad spirit roared, and the endless power of grief suddenly turned into countless creatures, surrounding the morning wind!

"Sad...... Sad...... Sad!

Countless creatures opened their mouths, constantly ringing in the ears of the morning wind, like a magic sound, and like a death knell, constantly echoing!

Chenfeng's complexion remained unchanged, and a long sword was condensed in his hand! This sword was three feet long, gray, and had no blades or blades, just a sword fetus!

The gray sword fetus is very quaint, exuding a powerful aura of sadness, and is held in the hand of the morning wind!

The sad spirit's face changed drastically, "This is impossible! How can you turn the power of grief into a sword fetus!"

Morrowind ignored the sad spirit, but raised the gray sword fetus, "Gather!"

In an instant, the power of endless sorrow surged towards the gray sword fetus, and was swallowed up by the gray sword fetus!

"What are you going to do? Stop!" the sad spirit felt his strength drain rapidly, and there was horror in his eyes.

Morrowind didn't pay any attention to the sad spirit at all, and the gray sword fetus was filled with sadness, frantically devouring the power of sorrow.

Seeing this, the Sorrowful Spirit made countless creatures transformed by the power of grief frantically attack the Morrowind, hoping to stop it!

But it was useless, countless creatures turned into the power of sorrow, and before they got close to the morning wind, they turned into the power of sorrow, and they were devoured by the gray sword fetus, as if they had encountered a natural enemy!

Half a month has passed since the Chixia Dao people and Bai Yu left, and the door of the hall of the Ling Mansion is closed, and no one has approached this hall for half a month.

The sad power on Ling Yanxue's body dissipated, Master Ling and Mrs. Ling accompanied her all day long, and the family of three finally had a comfortable life!

But on this day, an uninvited guest broke into the Ling Mansion, this person was wearing a dustless costume, his face was full of flesh, and his eyes were fierce!

He was the city lord of Ye City, the Dao Spirit Sword Daoist, and he was looking at the people of Ling Mansion indifferently at this time!

Everyone in the Ling Mansion was shocked by the coercion of the Spirit Sword Dao people, and they all knelt on the ground, "This Daoist is the city lord of Ye City, I heard that the city lord of Chixia was injured by an evil cultivator, and I have come here to arrest the evil cultivator!"

The Spirit Sword Daoist swept his gaze and saw Ling Yanxue at a glance, and then his gaze was a little unable to take his eyes off, because he was attracted by Ling Yanxue's appearance and temperament.

What's more, the secret of Ling Yanxue's body, Bai Yu had already told him, so he spoke again: "Whoever comes into contact with that evil cultivator, this city lord must also take it away!"

Master Ling and Mrs. Ling immediately panicked, "City Lord, please be merciful! The affairs of the Chixia City Lord are none of our business!"

"Hmph, don't care about your business? Didn't you take in that evil cultivator in your mansion? If you dare to be verbose again, don't blame the city lord for being unkind to you!"

After speaking, the Spirit Sword Daoist no longer paid attention to the people in the Ling Mansion and walked in the direction of the hall. When the people in the Ling Mansion heard this, they didn't dare to stop it at all, they were just ordinary people, even if they wanted to stop it, they were powerless!

The Spirit Sword Daoist broke into the hall, and at a glance he saw the morning breeze with a sad expression and standing there motionless!

The Spirit Sword Dao man did not act recklessly, and Bai Yu had already sent a message to him and told him about the situation of the morning wind!

The Spirit Sword Daoist kept scanning the morning breeze with his divine sense, but he didn't find anything wrong, if there was, it was that he felt a very uncomfortable aura.