Yin Mountain.

All the people who were waiting in the dark night felt a strong breath fluctuating from the blood-colored passage at that moment, and it swept through the four fields in an instant like a frenzy.

The more profound the cultivation, the more sensitive the feeling of this surging breath, the more terrifying the face, and then the horror became irrepressible excitement in an instant.

The power that emanated was terrifying.

It's terrifying beyond anyone's imagination.

It is precisely because of the horror that it has been confirmed that it has enough power to allow the monks to transcend the Six Realms.

For this force, everyone can't help but salivate.

Chu Feng's face was a little painful.

He felt a deep unwillingness and anger in that power, just like the accusations of countless unjust souls, full of blood and tears.

He knew that it was the characteristics of Lethe after he absorbed the essence of Lethe given to him by Yi Xuyu, which was originally formed by the blood and corpses of countless creatures who died in the Great War that year, which was full of unwillingness and anger, and resentment and curse, so he could also feel these extremely strong emotions from the power that floated in.

However, what made Chu Feng even more painful was that in this force, it was even accompanied by a woman's painful cry.

The cry was low and mournful.

The cry was very sad, not mourning himself, but mourning all beings, so that Chu Feng couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and he almost flowed down.

Chu Feng didn't know if this was his own delusion, if he thought of the auditory hallucinations caused by the destruction of the ghost country, he just clenched his fists, slowly let go, and silently said sorry to the countless souls in the ghost country.

On the mountain in the distance, Mu Tianzi stood on the top of the mountain.

Mu Tianzi's right hand clenched the Kunwu sword at his waist, and the joints were a little protruding and some were white.

"Do you hear the crying of heaven and earth?" asked Mu Tianzi.

The woman was silent for a long time before she let out a long sigh and said, "I heard it." ”

"Huh. Mu Tianzi sneered, "The Lone King always wants them to pay the price they deserve for their actions today." ”

"The ghost country is not your world, what does it have to do with you whether the people of the ghost country die or not?" the woman put her hands on her cheeks and said very seriously, "You are just the king of the world, it is enough to protect your world, don't worry about those things that have nothing to do with you." ”

Mu Tianzi stared for a moment before he said, "Then I will make them pay some price." ”

"How long has it been, why are you still in this temper......? Maybe you don't need to pay so much at all, don't you just do your part?" the woman sneered.

Mu Tianzi sneered and said, "What about you, after so many years, you still don't take too many things to heart, do you think your life has any meaning?"

"I know you've been blaming me and haven't forgiven me. Mu Tianzi looked into the distance and said seriously, "But if I hadn't fought outside back then, these cries would have resounded in every corner of the world." ”

The woman was silent.

"Ha, you won't understand what you're talking to about at all. Mu Tianzi sighed.

"Ji Man, is it me or you who don't understand?" The woman angrily grabbed the hand of the big iron chair, gritted her teeth and said, "You want to go out to fight, when have I ever obstructed you? How many times have I not used the broken silk silk to weave a robe for you to go on the expedition? And how many times have you been involved in a war that you should not have been involved in because of sudden goodwill, and even put the Sixth Army in danger, and I risked my life to save you? Ji Man, you answer me. ”

Mu Tianzi was slightly stunned, and then said: "Anyway, you and I don't like each other, you can leave, you don't need you here." ”

"Ha, my dignified Jade Spirit Mountain Lord is also a hegemonic figure, when will it be your turn to get the Son of Heaven, whose kingdom has long been shattered, to point fingers at me?" the woman sneered, her voice full of unconcealable anger.

In the ghost country.

The sky in the ghost country was clear at this time.

Thousands of miles is a blue sky, the blue is very pure, very far away, at a glance, it is refreshing, extremely comfortable.

On the land of the ghost country, the panicked monks are trying all kinds of ways to escape from this already imprisoned area.

However, any attempt was in vain.

Death doesn't know when it will come, maybe in the next moment, maybe never, it all depends on the mood of the formation manipulator.

Panic and anxiety made the monks more and more uneasy, and the hostility between them became stronger, and the slightest disagreement could easily lead to their behavior getting out of control.

Everywhere there are people fighting each other, trying to force their opponents into a complete slash.

Only by killing people can they calm the unbearable uneasiness in their hearts.

Only by killing people can they forget for a moment what situation they are in.

All sorts of uncontrollable behaviors began to appear among the out-of-control crowd, and what they had done to the inhabitants of the ghost kingdom began to be inflicted on each other at this moment.

The despair and pain experienced by the inhabitants of the Ghost Country were also completely inflicted on them at this moment, constantly tormenting their every nerve, making them more vulnerable and more crazy.

Thousands of miles above the land, there were weeping, wailing, roaring, blood, and corpses.

"Have you seen the ugliness of the human heart?" It was still the two men who seemed to be coldly watching something that had nothing to do with them, looking at the figure on the ground and commenting.

It's just that the man in white didn't answer again except for a sigh.

Zhao Chuchen sat silently under the tree.

He didn't trigger the final link of the jade shatter.

It's not because triggering the last link of jade shattering will lead to any disaster, because disaster has already struck.

He knew that the last link that would not cause the jade to shatter was what those unjustly dead souls were most willing to see.

Even, that's what he'd like to see.

Seeing those invaders, consumed by their own fears, mad and tormented, is the punishment that deserves.

Give them a simple pleasure, that's too cheap for them.

Their sins deserve to struggle in eternal pain, and they will never be allowed to be freed.

From the mountains outside the Ming City.

Youquanjun held his sword, leaning against a large stone with his back, staring at his eyes.

His body was covered with cracks, and the cracks were full of clotted blood scabs.

Beside him lay an emaciated teenager.

When he saw the young man, he was already in the ruins, but he still had an iron bow in his hand.

I don't know why, he looked at the stubborn young man, and there was some indescribable closeness in his heart.

Perhaps it was the young man's stubbornness and pride that reminded him of something from the past.

He brought the young man here, kept him away from the Shura field, and then went to find Yan Tianjun again.

What he didn't expect was that when he returned to this place, he was no different from a young man, and only this last breath was left.

Youquanjun covered his chest, and there was some bitterness in his expression.

He was not able to kill Yan Tianjun.

In the last moment, he felt a touch of unusualness.

The fear of death and the desire to survive made him resolutely choose to escape, just like in the past.

Running away saved his life, he didn't die in the sudden explosion, he was just hit by the aftermath - but it didn't keep him alive much longer.

At that time, he knew that he had never been prepared to kill Yan Tianjun with the determination to die.

All he wanted was to live.

Dragging his stump, he returned to the mountain, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Ahem—"

There was a coughing sound in his ears, and Youquanjun watched the young man's body twitch suddenly, and then opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had a nightmare.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and then looked at Youquanjun beside him.

Youquan-kun also looked at the young man in silence.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and then he finally remembered something, brandished the big iron bow he held tightly in his hand, and smashed it towards Youquanjun.

Although Youquan-kun was already seriously injured, he was not an opponent that this young man could match, he just glanced at the young man slightly, and the heavy pressure pressed the young man to no longer move.

"I saved your life. Youquan-kun said slowly.

The corners of the young man's mouth provoked a hint of arc, which was mocking, full of contemptuous arcs.

Youquan-kun saw hatred and hostility in the young man's eyes.

This hatred and hostility can never be eliminated.

Youquanjun looked at the young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and looked at his expression, and suddenly felt a coldness, a chill in his heart.

The young man's heart was completely twisted.

If there are still survivors in the ghost country, their hearts will have been distorted.

The seeds of hatred have taken root in the hearts of all the people who are still alive in the ghost country, have grown buds, and have even blossomed, and even have borne fruit.

However, who can blame it, does it mean that these hateful people don't know how to let go and don't know how to tolerate?

In the face of such a thing, how to let go, how to tolerate?

He has lived for so many years, and he can't do it, so what qualifications does he have to ask these children to do?

When they grow up, they will surely pour out the flames of vengeance into the Six Realms.

Can't let them live!

When Youquanjun woke up from his thoughts, the young man had been cut into neat pieces of meat by sword light, as if he had freshly beaten tofu, and even the arc at the corner of his mouth was still vivid.

Youquanjun looked at the pieces of meat in front of him in a daze, and two lines of tears could no longer help flowing out of his cloudy eyes.

God, what the hell have I done......

Mentally distorted people...... Who the hell is it......