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"You...... You're not dead yet!" the Dust Dao Chief glared at the young man in front of him. Even though his clothes were torn, his face was covered in blood, his bare skin was scorched and curled, and his long messy hair hung down on his shoulders, even a beggar who had been devastated for many years would not be more embarrassed than him. But he's still alive! And he doesn't look like he's going to fall......

The Dustless Dao Elder, the Fifth Elder, and the Eighth Elder all died because of him. But after so much bloodshed and sacrifice, he still couldn't kill this bloodthirsty Shura! Could it be that those old friends really died in vain, and their Xuantian Sect was really going to be destroyed in vain? This piece of heaven and earth will really never favor good people?

Luo Dixing tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the cruel smile added a bit of horror to his blood-stained face: "I won't die until I kill all of your Xuantian Sect." ”

No one knows exactly how he survived the devastating explosion. However, as long as the Xuantian Sect has not been destroyed, as long as Ye Shuo is still alive, then even if he climbs, he will crawl back from hell.

"Are you afraid?" Luo Dixing approached the Dust Dao Chief step by step, admiring his distorted expression, which also deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

"Nope. Staring at the ghostly figure, the Dust Dao Elder shook his head slowly, "I think you're pitiful. ”

Luo Dixing's footsteps suddenly froze, and the palm of the hand holding the halberd trembled slightly. At this moment, he wanted to justify, but perhaps the reason he relied on couldn't even convince himself, and he struggled several times, but he didn't want to say anything.

"It was originally just out of kindness to save people, but because of your extravagance, it has evolved into this heinous crime. By doing so, you will not only defile your own soul, but you will also increase his karma! You have taken the wrong path from the beginning, don't you think that you are very pathetic and very pitiful?"

Luo Di Xing's pupils continued to contract, and it was obvious that the words of the Dust Dao Chief had also caused a considerable impact on him. However, it didn't take long for his countenance to evolve into a ferocity of extreme ferocity, like a stabbed beast spreading its claws.

"Shut up, I don't need you to judge me!" As he said this, Luo Dixing rushed forward, and the halberd in his hand stabbed into the chest of the dust chief.

This blow also completely stimulated his ferocity, and he drew his weapon, stabbed again, pumped again, and stabbed again...... In this frenzied vent, the blood splattered red the cheeks of both of them at the same time.

The Dust Chief's clothes were soaked with blood, and the cold murder weapon stabbed into his body again and again, smashing his internal organs...... The Dust Daoist knew that he was going to see his old fellow soon. But it was at this time that a voice suddenly sounded in his ears that he least wanted to hear.

"Master!"

was so poignant, anxious, this cry out of the blood in my heart.

Ye Shuo stood not far from the two of them, staring at the bloody hole in his master's chest in horror, his face was as white as death.

Luo Dixing frowned, suddenly lifted the halberd and put it on the side of the long neck of the dust road, and shouted at Ye Shuo: "Don't come here!"

Ye Shuo hurriedly stopped when he took half of his steps, and at this time he was like a frightened child, and nodded again and again: "Okay, I won't go over, you ...... You must not hurt my master, don't hurt my master......" After a pause, he added two more words: "Please." ”

"Please?" Luo Dixing raised his eyebrows slightly, and these two unexpected words did surprise him. Immediately, the thrill of revenge drove him into madness again. His expression was like crying and laughing, and after a while, he squeezed out a sentence in a strange tone: "Then kneel down and beg me, maybe I will consider leaving him a whole corpse." ”

"What do you want me to do?!" Seeing the situation of the chief of the dust road, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was no longer good, but Ye Shuo was resolutely unwilling to believe it, and he was also making a final effort to save his master: "I am willing to abandon my cultivation and cut off my hands...... If you are still not satisfied, then you will kill me directly! I will pay my life to Moliang City, I just ask you to spare my master!"

Luo Di Xing's face was turned upside down, and now this great enemy took the initiative to beg for mercy in front of him, and he did have a thousand kinds of torture in his heart in an instant. But all of this, after thinking of the insoluble "erosion of the power of time" in Moliang City, suddenly became worthless.

"You don't deserve it. In the end, Luo Dixing gritted his teeth and spit out these three words. "You can't afford to pay for his life!"

"Shuo'er......" As a hostage, the dust chief suddenly opened his mouth tremblingly, and his cloudy old eyes were particularly clear at this time, "Master hopes that in the future, you can be free to be yourself, and don't shake your heart for anything, like that...... Master will be proud of you under the Nine Springs!" With that, he slammed into the halberd near his neck.

"It's a pity that you never got a chance to see it again that day. Luo Dixing's eyes were full of murderous intent, he could see that the dust path chief had already shown his intention to die in order not to drag Ye Shuo down, and he would never watch his prey turn out of his control. Even if they die, they can't choose how to die!

Flipping the halberd, it slashed down, and the head of the dust path chief flew out of his body, and he was frozen on the same picture as the murderer behind him.

Ye Shuo's pupils were constantly expanding at this moment, every pore in his body was unconsciously expanding, and the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

Time became infinitely long, and Master's head fell extremely slowly in mid-air, like a feather falling silently.

He still remembers that when he first started his career, when he first saw Master, he stood in front of him like that, looking at himself with a pair of loving eyes with satisfaction.

"Hehe, little guy, you don't have to look around, will there be a second disciple that the old man fancies?"

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

He still remembered that the master had high hopes for him, and he also handed over the "Xuantian Secret Method", which was the treasure of the Xuantian Sect, to himself.

"Now this Xuantian secret method is placed here, whether you learn it or not depends entirely on you. Master will not interfere with your choice, but your decision is doomed to your fate!"

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

He still remembered that the master would sometimes show a little childish naughtiness, snickering and making fun of himself and Helian Feng.

"Alas, Ah Feng has such a temperament, I'm afraid only Shuo'er can control her. Nashuo'er, you have to watch her a little more on behalf of the teacher. ”

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

He still remembers the way Master encouraged him with confidence before the championship fight.

"Shuo'er, you must fight hard and bring back a champion for our Xuantian faction!"

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

He still remembered, many, too many, memories with Master, those various memories that made up most of his life in the Xuantian Sect.

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

He had never seen his parents since he was a child, and Master was like a master and father to him, and he was his most important elder.

And now he saw that Master's head was falling in mid-air.

……

The distance to the end of the world has become the heaven of life and death.

Connecting Ye Shuo and the chief of the dust road was a dim tunnel, and now the two of them were drifting farther and farther away at both ends of the tunnel, perhaps reaching the endless place of time and space.

Ye Shuo couldn't cry or shout, his whole person fell into a special state, as if even his self no longer existed.

When the head was cut off, the blood splattered all over Luo Dixing's face on the spot, making him look like he was wearing a blood mask.

And he raised his head against the blood on his face, neither raised his hand to wipe it, nor did he seem to feel anything unusual. Looking at Ye Shuo, he opened his mouth in an unprecedentedly soft tone, and his voice was as if he was floating in mid-air.

"Huh...... Ye Shuo...... Are you miserable now, do you hate me?"

"Remember this feeling, because what you experience now is only one ten-thousandth of my boundless hatred for you!—"

"And my hate......"

His hands lifted up automatically, forming a series of intricate seals that even he himself could not comprehend.

"Fire Spell, extinguish the world's karmic fire!"

At the soles of his feet, two clusters of fire exploded, sweeping in all directions with the momentum of a prairie fire, and the entire Xuantian Sect instantly became a sea of fire.

The flames unscrupulously spread its minions, trying to encompass all the places under its rule. From a distance, it looks like a demonic aura is circling, gray with some hideousness, and up close, it seems that there is a large mouth of blood basin, with thick smoke and scorching heat, mixed with wanton whistling, and the crackling sound of suffocating gas burning rapidly, it seems that heaven and earth are also allowed to let go of this gushing outburst.

Such monstrous flames rolled in, some disciples even forgot to resist, and some couldn't even escape, their legs were as heavy as lead, obviously their brains wanted to run, but their bodies couldn't react. I could only see that the raging fire was getting closer and closer to me, getting closer and closer......

Eventually, the body was surrounded by flames, and the pain spread throughout the body. Then he couldn't see anything, he couldn't think about anything, he could only feel the scorching tongue of fire licking himself, he could only feel the pain that seemed to be endless, and after the dying struggle, there was only a scorched black on the ground, and a few wisps of black smoke floated on the ground, as if it was a passing life.

"It's just a fire, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Some disciples came back to their senses and hurriedly began to seal: "Water Mantra?

With the words of the disciples, the air flowed, and a water dragon roared and flew out, and the water dragon swam in the flames, bringing a touch of coolness to the scorching earth, and the disciples were relieved to see that the crisis was gradually easing.

"But that's it. Someone laughed.

But not long after he finished speaking, the water dragon in the air suddenly seemed to lose its life, and its body had begun to evaporate, but in an instant, it turned into a ball of clear air and disappeared without a trace.

"Not good...... Not good!" someone in the chaos shouted, "The Water Spell has no effect on it!"

Then in the midst of the fire, there were more screams of more people, those disciples were all trapped by the flames, no matter what spells they cast, they could not escape, the fire seemed to stick to them, and they could only watch as little sporadic flames stuck to their clothes, and finally burned bigger and bigger, until they wrapped their entire bodies.

Then, the sea of fire turned into a dragon of fire, dancing wildly, and as the wind rotated, the long tongue of fire licked on the nearby eaves, and then burned, only to hear the fierce explosion of the roof tiles, and the tiles flew all over the sky like a torrential rain and hail, smashing more than a dozen disciples in an instant. There was an explosion, a miserable cry, and the disciples crawled and fled from the fire, but they could not escape this human purgatory.

"This is the flame of hatred - this flame will burn for you until hell!!"

In the raging flames, Luo Di Star is independent of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, the flames are under his command, and hell descends for him, and the magic is monstrous, like a demon god who is proud of the world.

Even the Burning Sky Alliance who were fighting stopped for the time being, and everyone turned their heads and looked at him with deep fear, and even fear flashed in the eyes of the void for the first time.

Extinguishing the world's karmic fire, according to legend, this is an extremely high fire spell, and the cultivation mantra has long been lost, unless it is to understand a trace of the origin of fire, otherwise the strong people above the Heavenly Realm dare not say that they will definitely be able to cast it successfully.

But right in front of their eyes, this move was actually used in the hands of a Qi-gathering level disciple, and the destructive power directly caught up with the power of the forbidden spell!

For a while, everyone had to sigh, this is really ruthless and afraid of death. The hatred accumulated in Luo Di Xing's heart completely exploded, and he was able to perform this kind of forbidden move of heaven and earth with immortality, and the resentment was so vicious that it was so vicious.

The flames continued to burn, and the flames frantically searched for the living, and once found, they instantly stuck to them, hugging those who were still alive as if they were hugging their beloved, and letting them die in the agony of burning their bodies.

With the firelight in the sky, the brilliant clouds in the distance became more intense, and the psychedelic light and shadow illuminated the entire Xuantian sect red, like the beautiful scenery of a sunset.

Under this "sunset", the earth is only scorched black. The charred disciples were completely unrecognizable as they were, and they were mixed with the broken tiles and masonry, and because of the connection of the fallen wooden beams, they had long since become one and could not distinguish each other. It was impossible to tell whether it was a dead disciple or a blackened wooden beam on the ground...... I only know that there were many young lives here, and they were easily turned into black smoke.

Perhaps it was the souls of those disciples who were unwilling to leave, and after the fire, let the wind blow violently, and the billowing smoke above the sky never went vertically, and it did not disperse for a long time. The black smoke seemed to be the last glance at the place where life once loved.