The sky was clear and cloudless, the scorching sun hung in the air, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the human monks and demon warriors were temporarily suspended, their tired bodies and high-pressure spirits stretched to the brink of collapse.

Whew, whew... Suddenly, a young monk in the silent crowd who could only hear the sound of gasps spoke, his face covered in blood, and he only held an immortal lock, his master had just fallen in battle, leaving an immortal lock as a thought.

The little boy's face was tense, his eyes were first overflowing with hatred and then hollow, and tears were dripping: "Why do we keep fighting, can't we stop?"

He was scared, he was originally a carefree little disciple with a senior brother and master

Chapter 130 of "The Demon Cloud Record of the Republic of China" On the eve of the duel is in the middle of the fight, please wait a moment,

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