Zhang Zhitian swung a sword of destruction, and the soul under the sword disappeared.

Zhang Zhitian saw that Mu Qingcheng had been pierced through the chest by a sword, and the blade of the sword was stabbed out from behind. Zhang Zhitian was furious, drew his sword and rushed away, Mu Qingcheng had fallen to the ground in pain, covering his bleeding wounds, and couldn't stop muttering, "I didn't expect that I would die like this all my life, I didn't have a smile in the rivers and lakes, I was really unwilling! I haven't lived enough!"

Zhang Zhitian hugged Mu Qingcheng, who was lying on the ground, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Don't die, Brother Mu." It's all my fault, it's me who hurt you. Mu Qingcheng stretched out his hand stained with scarlet blood, touched Zhang Zhitian's face, and said: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, and life and death are inevitable. I can't blame you, if you want to blame, blame them for being ruthless and avenging me. Mu Qingcheng broke free, straightened his waist, and said to Zhang Zhitian in a hoarse voice: "What has been done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again." Sixteen words, resounding in the dark clouds, and even more resounding in Zhang Zhitian's heart, Mu Qingcheng had unwillingness in his eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he ended his life sarcastically, falling heavily to the ground, motionless.

Zhang Zhitian heard Shangguan Cai'er's piercing screams and Shangguan Qingye's angry reprimands, and saw several people taking Shangguan Cai'er's clothes back, and then, Shangguan Cai'er didn't know how to touch a dagger, stabbed a man in black in the neck, and then cut his own throat. Blood spread out, Shangguan Qingye coaxed angrily, desperately got up, no longer blindly defended, fighting for his life, after exchanging the lives of the three black-clothed people, he was covered in bruises, limping towards Shangguan Cai'er, coldly a sword pierced from behind, stabbed out of the abdomen, Shangguan Qingye fell in a pool of blood, and when he was dying, he was still stretching out his hand to grab in the direction of his daughter, crying.

Zhang Zhitian was crazy, watching his relatives and friends die one by one, and killing people when he saw them. Dressed in a white shirt, permeated with blood red.

Zhang Zhitian waved his sword and sword, and the warm scenes in his heart appeared in front of him, Liucai'er's smile, crisp voice, Shangguan Qingye's resourcefulness, clever tongue, Mu Qingcheng's pride, fierce and fierce. Zhang Zhitian roared angrily and complained to the sky, dissatisfied with life, the sky's eyesless, let such a good person die. Wicked people run rampant in the world, treating life as a mustard, Zhang Zhitian has never had such a desire for strength, has never been so helpless, watching the people around him pass away, but there is nothing he can do.

Zhang Zhitian cut off the enemy's neck with a sword, and also cut off his good and evil with a sword, cut off the fetters of life, and became a demon from then on.

Zhang Zhitian only believes in power at the moment, and no longer believes in the cause and effect of the world, the good and evil in the world, at this moment he has a white head, his white hair is fluttering in the wind, his white hair is dyed red by the blood of the enemy, he looks extremely hideous, angry, he must use blood to soak it, it can be satisfied, and its owner can be satisfied.

The enemies around Zhang Zhitian fell to the ground one by one in a pool of blood, and the blood was still spreading, soaking into the dirt and soaking into Zhang Zhitian's heart, making his heart cold and ruthless. Zhang Zhitian angrily stabbed the enemies in the pool of blood with a sword, cutting off their limbs and heads, Zhang Zhitian was shouting in his heart, shouting!

An old man appeared in Zhang Zhitian's field of vision, and the scars on the old man's face, from his eyebrows to his face, exuded an astonishing cold aura and exuded murderous intent. is aimed at Zhang Zhitian, killing Sensen, step by step, footprints are deep. Zhang Zhitian walked towards the old man, his eyes were blood-red, he knew that the person in front of him was the mastermind and the source of the crime. The sword in his hand dripped blood and flowed on the ground into a small lake.

A small pet watched everything quietly from a distance, his cold eyes showed doubts, doubts appeared in his mind, uneasiness, why is it as powerful as himself, he has long been an immortal demon giant, he has been sealed for an unknown number of years, and he has experienced endless things. Even in the face of a powerful enemy, he will only be high-spirited and never give in. Here, in this weak man, I felt trembling and fear.