"You see, this is what I call retribution. ”

Above the ruins of Ming City, two figures stood side by side, still talking unhurriedly, as if the crazy, collapsed monks around them did not exist.

"Ha, retribution? There are also many monks who have not been stained with blood, they are just here to try their luck, and if retribution is to befall them, it will be really blind. The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly.

"Are you talking about you?" the man in white smiled, "Isn't it also indirect killing if you don't save you when you see death?"

"Forget it, it's boring to argue with you about these boring topics. The people in Tsing Yi were full of disdain and disdain, "Especially attributing these things to the destiny of heaven, it's really disgusting." ”

"I'm also feeling a little bored. The man in white sighed leisurely, "When do you say you and I will die?"

"What if you die now?" the man in Tsing Yi was slightly annoyed.

The man in white smiled, and as far as the eye could see, it was all chaos.

The space was full of disgusting eyes, looking at everyone coldly.

The earth under his feet has been swallowed by the dark beast, and the colorful light is no longer projected in the night sky without any obstruction, making the sky and the earth blurred, and it is no longer possible to visually distinguish where the sky is and where is the earth.

"Before I died, I was interested in these eyes. The man in Tsing Yi spoke again.

He walked over to one eye, but still didn't dare to look at it.

It's an eye that makes it impossible to look at it at all, and if you look at it, you'll fall into darkness forever.

He reached out his hand, shook it gently, and thrust his palm into the eye.

"Tss

The eye made a gurgling sound, the crack closed abruptly, and the eye disappeared, making his grasp directly empty.

"It seems like a weird life. He said with a frown, then his gaze wandered around.

All eyes were on him.

He suddenly felt as if something was beginning to pass through him.

He knew that he seemed to be angry with these strange beings, but he was really curious, what were these things?

"Poof—"

A burst of flame burst out of his chest.

The flames were so faint that they seemed to be extinguished with a single blow, slowly burning his flesh.

But he did not reach out to extinguish the flames, for he knew that from the moment the flames burned, he was dead, and there was no way to save him.

He turned his head to look at his companion and said with a slight regret, "It's a pity that I couldn't figure out what these things were. ”

His companion was not necessarily sad, but smiled slightly, and said, "It's okay, I'll go down and have a look, and we'll discuss it over there later, and see if we can come to any conclusions." ”

He nodded, and the flesh on his chest instantly turned into an incomparably uniform black ash, spreading all over his body, and finally completely dissipating into the night wind.

His companion lowered his head and looked into the deep abyss below.

The roar of the earth came from beneath the earth, and if there was anything weird, it must be in the darkness.

He rushed into the darkness without hesitation, no screams, no wailing, only curiosity.

Many people here died of greed, and he and his companions died of curiosity.

Not everyone can face death so calmly, and the vast majority of people face sudden death, full of fear and full of despair.

Shino was crying everywhere, but it didn't make sense.

Sooner or later, death would come, but the death that would not come seemed to torment every nerve of them, anticipation and despair, and everyone was forced by this situation inch by inch, and finally fell into madness.

The monks who had lost their minds were fighting each other, fighting each other, and even choosing to end their lives because they were overwhelmed, killing tens of thousands of people before the disaster struck.

"Boom—"

Without the barrier of the earth, the sound from the deepest part of the earth became extremely deafening, and every time it came, the cultivator who had cultivated to the lower level was shocked and vomited blood and exploded to death.

And every time that roar sounded, it seemed to be a little closer to them.

The fear that was slowly approaching caused more and more monks to let out angry and frantic roars, and rushed into the darkness, never to return.

More monks just covered their heads, covered their heads, deceived themselves, everything was just a dream.

"Tss

One eye slowly turned, looking at these monks, there was a little compassion in the indifference, but also a little funny, as if he was a person with a complex and changeable personality, and even he himself could not know what he was thinking.

"Ahh

The monk's sanity finally collapsed, and he reached out to grab the eye beside him that was looking at him and trembling at the sight.

"What kind of thing are you, you have the ability to come out, you have the ability to come out!" he snarled and scratched at the eye, but the crack closed with a slight blink.

"Poof—"

The flames leaped abruptly in his chest, and danced quietly, as tamely and well-behaved, as if they were some small beast.

"Hahaha-"

He laughed uncontrollably, and in the laughter he turned into a uniform black powder, drifting away in the night wind and falling into the abyss.

"Boom—"

The sound of the abyss was heard again, and countless echoes overlapped, making the sound even more unbearable.

"Poof—"

Tens of thousands of monks burst into a blood mist in the sky at the same time, and they all sprinkled down one after another.

All the monks looked desperate but relieved, and the darkness that consumed everything had come to their feet.

They've had enough of torment.

Death is relief for them, not the end.

"Boom—"

There was a roar from the ground, and a multicolored light erupted from the black abyss like seawater, enveloping everyone in it.

The colorful colors bring a warm feeling, as if you are in your mother's arms, and you feel more intimate and comfortable.

In my ears, bursts of sacred cappella sounded, as if the legendary heavenly sound, which made people feel extremely happy.

In an instant, their bodies and minds were completely relaxed, like babies, carefree, with sweet dreams, and they fell asleep and never had to wake up again.

It's not their turn to die now, their death is just an accident, it's just that they can't afford such power, so they die in it in such a daze.

So their death is merciful, even if they end up dying after the torture of endless stress, but for them, it is already a merciful enough thing, because they don't have to go through that endless pain and suffering before they die.

"Boom—"

The earth continued to crack, and the dark abyss moved towards the east, little by little.

Orient.

In front of the blood-colored eyes, the Father had already prepared the chariot, and eight war horses of different coats and colors snorted, looking at the many enemies in front of him, without the slightest uneasiness, as if he had been in battle for a long time.

The sword screen composed of the five Zhenyue swords trembled constantly, and the continuous attacks made Sheng Ji struggle even to parry.

Yan Shi's hand rested on Sheng Ji's back, and slowly crossed his true qi into Sheng Ji's body, while assisting Sheng Ji to suppress the blood surging in Sheng Ji's body, and at the same time channeling Sheng Ji's unquenchable strength into his own body.

Both of them were generally pale, and the blood stains on the corners of their mouths were repeated one by one, and they never dried up.

Further ahead, there were several bronze figures who had been completely twisted and deformed, still fighting hard.

These bronze men don't have any supernatural powers, they just have their own strong bodies and huge strength.

If it weren't for the fact that these bronze men were constantly harassing the nearby emperors, causing those emperors to be distracted to attack them, I was afraid that the combined forces of Yanshi and Sheng Ji would have been defeated long ago.

"Your Majesty, the frame is ready!" shouted the Father, and at the same time he took out a huge war drum, and he clenched the drumstick, "Bang!"

This big drum was deafening, and the strong sonic impact rushed into the ears of many emperors, which immediately disturbed the minds of many emperors, making the strength that Sheng Ji and Yanshi had to contend with suddenly lightened.

"The sound of war drums, or not, of course such a scene needs some majestic sounds, and although my cave flute is desolate, it can barely echo a song. Yan Shi finally got free, took a slight step back, and the hole flute was horizontal between his lips, and the melodious sound of the flute suddenly sounded, echoing in the night.

"Bang bang!"

"Woo!" the flute whimpered.

The superposition of the two sound waves, mutual stimulation but mutual stimulation, the effect is several times that of the war drum roaring alone, the emperor who got a little closer was suddenly disturbed by the two offensive qi and blood was a little disordered, although it was not fatal, but the offensive was no longer as fierce as before.

"Get out of the way of the lonely king!" Mu Tianzi roared, swept away with a sword, and slashed the emperor who was blocking him in front of him to prevent him from returning, killing a bloody path.

Mu Tianzi was covered in blood, and his head had a blurred flesh and blood from his left eye, and the injury protruded from the back of his head.

As soon as Mu Tianzi fell behind Sheng Ji, his figure staggered suddenly, and he plunged the Kunwu sword into the ground with his backhand, and only barely stood firm on one knee.

He gasped for air, blood gushing out of his orifices.

He was already exhausted, he broke into so many emperors alone, killed one back and forth, and killed blood everywhere, how could he not be tired?

What's more, he had already been injured before, and it was really a miracle that he was able to hold on to such a point.

But how could Mu Tianzi give up just like that.

Now is not enough, now the calamity has not yet befallen the emperor, and now the emperor is not dead, he still has to fight.

For the people behind him, for the people behind him.

He is the king of the world, even if the people have long forgotten him, but the king must protect his people!