Flying from the sky, along the way, Mo Yao saw a lot of ruins, especially in the area of Wuwei County, where there was almost no complete city, and there was gunsmoke and war everywhere.

Qin Wuwu sat behind him, his face pale.

When he came out this time, Mo Yao didn't bring Su Li'er with him, leaving her in Cangyue City and letting her cultivate with her heart.

This time it's a war, not a tour, and you'll face all kinds of crises on the battlefield at any time.

In comparison, no matter what, Cangyue City is safe.

Unless faced with a major event that is enough to bring down the Cangyue Empire, it will make Cangyue City fall into a crisis.

At this time, there was only Qin Wuwu by Mo Yao's side, as well as the Great Eagle and the Spirit Fox.

Qin Wuwu is a person who does not have any force, she has not cultivated herself, Mo Yao took her out, just to make her clearly understand what war can bring.

Mo Yao let the eagle fall on a city wall, and below was a city that had been burned to the ground.

A city has a population of a few million, not to say a few million, but not one in ten has survived.

Mo Yao looked at Qin Wuwu and said, "With the help of the Cangyue Empire, you will take back the control of the Canglan Country, there will definitely be obstacles and resistance at that time, even if it will not be like the barbarians in the Northern Plains, how many deaths will it cause?"

"These people, how many families are involved, how many wives are separated, and how many people can only live in pain because of this. ”

Qin Wuwu couldn't say anything since he saw these pictures, his expression was complicated, and he stood behind Mo Yao.

Mo Yao looked into the distance, a group of people were coming here, and continued: "I don't want to change your decision, but I hope you don't make a decision that you regret, if this matter not only affects you, you should think about it more, whether it is the right decision to make it, think about it repeatedly, it will affect the fate of many people." What kind of answer is the right one, and the result is better. ”

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

At this time, that group of people also walked to their side, about fifteen or sixteen, and surrounded Mo Yao and them.

"Is this something you do?" Mo Yao said coldly as he looked at the city in front of him.

"Hmph, I can only blame them for trying to resist, this is the result of not being able to do anything!"

Mo Yao swept over them, each of them was covered with blood, and there were still a few heads in his hands, which should be the heads of warriors, like the Cangyue Empire, you can go back and exchange for a lot of gold coins.

"Yes, then, please die again. ”

After those people knew that Mo Yao was the enemy, they didn't want to talk nonsense, and came over directly with a knife, he was a martial artist in the Cyclone Realm, and in such a battlefield, he could be regarded as a master.

But before he could get in front of Mo Yao, countless sword qi passed through his body, directly turning into a rain of blood and spilling down from the air.

Mo Yao took out the Meteoric Iron Sword, he didn't want these people to die too easily!

War, death is inevitable, if they just kill the warriors, it won't make Mo Yao so angry!

But they deserve to die if they do something like slaughtering a city...... Don't even think about leaving here!

Mo Yao's figure was like a charm, floating past these people, and when he returned to the same place again, countless blood gushed out from these people, instantly dyeing the surrounding city walls red, and forming a strange circle.

Mo Yao stroked the mouth of the eagle with his hand, and said lightly: "Help me take care of it." ”

After saying that, he rushed into the city alone, and everywhere he passed, there was a bloody storm.

The people of the Northern Plains Empire also quickly discovered that something was wrong, many people lost their whereabouts, and more and more people gathered on Mo Yao's side.

At this time, beside Mo Yao, a red shadow appeared.

The girl held a sickle and connected it to Mo Yao's body, although tens of thousands of people were gathered, Mo Yao still said coldly: "Kill them for me, no one will be left!"

The girl giggled, turned into a red light, and rushed into the crowd.

She was born to kill, and this is her hunting ground, a feast of revelry.

The Maiden is the Spirit of Killing, and the body of the Scarlet Rose.

As she killed them, more and more blood flowed on the ground, gathering into a river, and from the corpses, countless thorny roses, blood-red roses, began to grow.

Each rose is so delicate and radiant, radiating a light like blood.

From those roses, Mo Yao felt a kind of bone power, which should also be the ability of the blood-colored roses.

It can completely devour other people's root bones, or condense them into more powerful root bones, or transform into such doppelgangers.

Mo Yao did not hesitate, and rushed directly into the crowd and went on a killing spree.

Tens of thousands of people, compared to the millions of residents in the city, could not fill the indignation in his heart.

This time, release the Scarlet Rose, and don't plan to give them any chance to escape.

But he won't have much time, he needs to kill all these tens of thousands of people before others find out about it, and then take the Scarlet Rose back into his body.

The roses grew wildly, turned into weapons, and instinctively sought more blood.

He and the Killing Spirit were truly settled, and only a small part of them were finally settled.

The killing speed of those roses was a hundred times that of theirs, and the number was also a hundred times that of them, and after the crazy growth, the madness ran through the bodies of those people.

The entire surrounding area is covered with blood-colored roses, turning into a blood purgatory.

"Devil, devil! This is the devil who is asking for his life!"

The men panicked and began to flee.

But Mo Yao, if you release the Scarlet Rose, it will be impossible, let them escape one of them.

He and the Spirit of Slaughter no longer kill, and the people inside the Scarlet Rose are concentrated on pursuing those who escape the range of the Scarlet Rose.

The Spirit of Slaughter shares a body with him, is a copy of him, and shares the same bones as him.

Both of them are super-level martial artist realms, and they are the root bones of the Great Perfection grade, which is equivalent to the peak of the [Imperial Spirit Realm], two great realms higher than ordinary martial artists, Mo Yao also has the assistance of [Dao Law Nature], and the real speed can reach the [Spiritual Transformation Realm], which is higher than their three realms.

This is for the peak martial artists of the [Foundation Building Realm].

In fact, among these tens of thousands of people, there are only a dozen of them who have even built the foundation realm, and they have long been prioritized by them and killed in advance. Now the rest are all martial artists of the Qi Transformation Realm and the Qi Gathering Realm, in their eyes, running, like a turtle crawling, although it took some time, they still chased after them and killed those people one by one.

The Spirit of Killing, constantly licking his lips, seemed unfinished.

Mo Yao couldn't help but frown, she completely enjoyed being in the killing.

He didn't know if it was right to put such a thing out.

But what these people did did annoy him, and the war should not hurt innocent people.

But if you are really on the battlefield, who can always stay awake, in order to deter and destroy the enemy's confidence, it is not uncommon to slaughter the city.

As long as he stood in such an environment, humanity would have been destroyed in the impact, and even he couldn't suppress this impulse and couldn't help but slaughter them.

After killing these tens of thousands of people, Mo Yao paraded around the city again, as long as it was a warrior of the Northern Plains Empire, he had no mercy at all, and he was all killed.

But at this time, he also withdrew the killing spirit into his body.

I don't know if it was because he absorbed too much blood, and from his arm, a bloody red rose began to grow.

Even if he didn't release the Spirit of Killing, he could use the ability of the Scarlet Rose to absorb the power of those people, but what was worth absorbing by him was only those high-strength martial artists, at least above the Cyclone Realm, who had the value of absorption.

And as more and more warriors were absorbed by him, the roses wrapped around his arms also continued to grow, and they had climbed to his back.

From these roses, Mo Yao felt that the power of the root bones was very condensed.

It is a special kind of power, different from true qi and spiritual power, it is a more fundamental power.

The elixir that lifts the root bones also needs this kind of power.

Patrolling from the city, killing thousands more, approaching tens of thousands of warriors.

Only a team of hundreds of people will he release the Killing Spirit and the Scarlet Rose, and among the strength of the three people, Mo Yao is the weakest. Although he has the same power as him, the existence form of the Killing Spirit is countless times higher than him, and he is not limited by his body, and his strength is also several times that of his.

No matter how many people there are in the team, they are almost the same, and they can be slaughtered by releasing a few ultimates from each other.

Let Mo Yao have a feeling that he is back in the game, unreal.

Killing monsters everywhere, these remnants of the soldiers in the city.

In addition to these soldiers, Mo Yao also found quite a few surviving residents.

Some of them were gathered by the people of the Northern Plains Empire, mainly young women, and the purpose was self-evident.

Others escaped by hiding in cellars.

After counting the number of people, there were quite a few, more than two million.

But the biggest problem is that the warriors in the city have almost been killed, and these people have completely lost their strength to protect, whether they are left alone, once they encounter the fierce beast team, they will all be wiped out.

Or the transfer of migrants, he alone, it is impossible to take care of the team of so many people.

(Writing is a state that coexists with countless selves.) ）