In this world, there is no such thing as resurrection from the dead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ【】

To die is to die, and to live is to live.

The so-called resurrection from the dead is often only because the death is not thorough enough, leaving a glimmer of life, and from this vitality blossoms and bears fruit, the resurrection of the dead occurs.

So everyone knows that these dozens of corpses that suddenly stood up did not come to life, but were c-shaped and stood up.

No one knew why the bloody man had cindulged these corpses, because they didn't know how they had been c-indulged.

There are only two people who know.

One is Lu Yu, and the other is Xiao Changye.

Death Qi can activate a thoroughly dead creature and turn it into another form of life.

Although it is said that it is life, it is not accurate, because they are still dead and have no reason.

But they often still retain some of their instincts, and the most likely thing to retain is the last thoughts they had before they died.

Before a person dies, it can be the kindest time of his life, but it can also be the most vicious moment of his life.

And these people who died unexpectedly would obviously not do any good thoughts before they died, they were all viciously cursing the culprit.

The culprit is Lu Yu.

So when the Death Qi activates them, they all begin to search for the Path, hoping for revenge, hoping to complete the vicious curse. This is what mortals call resentment, and this is what mortals call evil spirits.

Chu Feng knew that they wouldn't have any effect, because even if they were activated, they would be weak at the moment, and they wouldn't be much stronger than a mortal.

But Chu Feng needs them, he needs blood, and he needs corpses even more to provide a chance for the death qi to nourish and grow.

Now he's going to use everything at his disposal to fight Lu Lu and kill Lu Lu, even if it would desecrate the bodies of the dead.

Lu Yu also guessed Chu Feng's purpose, so he was unwilling to give Chu Feng this chance, he screamed, his body shifted, his wings fluttered, and countless feather swords screamed towards those who looked at him resentfully below, grinning his teeth, and the drooling corpse fell away.

He didn't want to give Chu Feng a chance, and he didn't like the eyes of those dead people.

All who look at him in this way must die, and if they are already dead, then let them die again.

He is not the person who should be resented, it is these people themselves who should be resented, he is too weak, he is too incompetent, he is bullied, trampled on, and killed, it is all his own fault, what does it have to do with powerful people!

Impotence is a sin.

This is the punishment for incompetence!

The light of the hundreds of blood swords was already a little dim, but they still refused to give up their chances, and they roared through the void one after another, hovering above those corpses, blocking the fall of the feather sword.

Feather Sword began to launch a continuous offensive downward with the black Bi Fang, and in an instant, there was a deep darkness between heaven and earth, and only a line of demonic red was struggling to resist.

The blood-colored banner was finally retracted from afar, and then swung itself and slashed down at Lu Yu's head again.

On the banner, there was a phantom of Chu Feng, holding a blood knife in his hand, and above the blood knife, there was a phantom of Chu Feng, holding a blood bell in his hand, and above the blood bell, Chu Feng's phantom appeared......

The phantom of the twelve Chu Feng, the twelve magic weapons condensed by blood, formed a complete cycle, relying on each other and carrying each other, no matter which ring was attacked, each of the remaining rings would give full support in the shortest possible time, making this strange cycle with no beginning and no end, in the face of the overwhelming Bi Fang and Yu Sword, there was never the slightest sign of decline.

Lu Yu finally changed color a little, and in his eyes, the twelve demon god-like Chu Feng phantoms, and the twelve magic weapons condensed by blood, had evolved into the twelve heavens and the earth.

In every side of the world, there are demon gods leading the evil ghosts under their command, waiting for themselves, wanting to devour themselves and kill themselves.

The terrifying coercion directly pressed on Lu Yu's body, making Lu Yu's breathing stagnant, but he was not afraid, and the excited light began to flicker and burn in his eyes, he let out a sharp laugh, and the continuous spreading sound wave shocked the person who was slightly weaker in cultivation to vomit blood in an instant, and had to quickly move away from the place of right and wrong.

The monstrous flames burned between heaven and earth, even if the sunset had sunk behind the mountains at this moment, and the endless dust raised made the heavens and the earth dark, leaving only darkness.

But there is still a flame in the world, a flame that can burn through the sky upwards and burn the earth downwards.

But the flame was black, the flame that brought the night to earth, not the flame that brought light.

The sky darkened completely in an instant, and even the hazy and dim dust and sand were no longer visible, and a sense of despair began to spread among everyone.

In this dark world, there is not a bright moon, and the sun will never be seen, there are only eternal long nights, and the cold of the heart, long and unbearable.

In the world, there is only one person, and all the figures around him disappear at the moment when darkness falls.

There is no one to rely on, no one to talk to, and in this post-apocalyptic world, you are the only one left in the world.

The only one, the lonely one.

In such despair, only death is relief.

In such despair, survival is torture.

Finally, a monk couldn't help it, slowly raised his hand, and then slammed it on his sea of qi, accompanied by a "poof" sound, completely shattered, and became a rotten r, with flowing blood.

The monk who retreated farther away was not too badly affected, and with a little luck he was able to suppress the lingering shadow in his mind, keeping his sanity awake and not being confused by the illusion.

But the monks who were closer began to fall to their knees, weeping, wailing, suffering, struggling, and then committing suicide.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, because they were afraid that they too would fall into it and never come back.

Xiao Changye's face was a little gloomy, and he tried his best to prevent this desperate atmosphere from spreading among mortals, but at this moment, he couldn't be completely guarded.

With the exception of a very small number of people who were unusually determined, they did not collapse immediately after being affected, and most of them already collapsed.

All Xiao Changye could do was to push all these people into a coma, so that they could not take action to harm themselves, but even so, it was still difficult for him to take care of such a huge population.

Hundreds of mortals began to commit suicide, and Xiao Changye's eyes also showed a look of resentment, he wanted to make a move, but he had no chance to make a move.

Because he made a move at this moment, it meant that the remnants of the entire Haiyang City would lose their shelter in an instant, and they would all die in this nightmare.

It is always easier to kill someone than to save someone.

It represents the eternal night, the cold to the bone, and the black flames that represent despair are burning in the world of the twelve directions, burning the demons to ashes and the demon gods to the point of fear.

The demon god roared angrily, roaring with grief and indignation, but to no avail.

The worlds of the twelve directions began to shatter, and cracks appeared on the body of the demon god, and then, the worlds of the twelve directions also collapsed in an instant, destroyed, and returned to silence. As if it had never been created, it had never been destroyed.

"The more people who died, all because of you, you need to bear more responsibility. Lu Monster laughed, now that he had killed so many mortals, he no longer had any fears.

Killing one mortal is killing, killing a thousand, ten thousand mortals, isn't it killing?

Since they are all killing, then why should there be any scruples, why should there be any fears, why should there be any hypocrisy, kill and kill, the weak should die, or do you pray that this man will save your humble life?

Hundreds of blood swords had already pierced through the obstruction of Bi Fang and Yu Jian, roaring angrily like Lu Yu slashing, hundreds of Chu Feng's phantoms, the expressions on their faces were all ordinary sadness, ordinary pain.

Chu Feng roared, thousands of ghosts howled!

The mortals or monks who committed suicide all stood up, and the blood poured out of their bodies, turning into rivers of blood that continued to converge into the air, and wisps of dead qi began to leach out of their corpses, which was nourished by the dead qi after circulating in the dead man's body, and was about to turn into the power of Chu Feng.

Lu Yu laughed wildly, not frustrated and regretful because his ruthless killing would increase Chu Feng's strength, but he was happy because he had let so many people die in despair and pain.

That's his joy, that's everything he's chasing.

"That's what it is...... O mortal grief!"

Chu Feng roared hoarsely, and the freshly gathered blood turned into a sword in this heart-wrenching, heart-rending roar.

It's not an ordinary sword, it's a sword that has broken the ages.

As soon as it appeared, it tore a crack in the world that was only a piece of darkness.

Those who wandered in despair saw a line of blood appear in the sky of the eternal night, and that line of blood seemed to have a great attraction for them, so that they could no longer take their eyes off it.

That blood line is another kind of horror, another kind of shock.

But there is still a glimmer of life in the blood line, at least a glimmer of light.

Blood gradually came out of their bodies, and then a line of blood appeared between heaven and earth, connecting the line of blood in the sky that was getting brighter and wider and wider with their bodies that were getting more and more emaciated and weak.

Mu Qiuyu felt an inexplicable chill, because this dark and silent world was too depressing.

Konoha was silent for a long time before he said, "He's a demon." ”