The blood-colored sky, slightly revealing a touch of fish belly white, and the crimson and dim sky, very contradictory together, the whirlpool in the sky is still turbulent, and the blood-colored ancestral tower is still glowing with a strange streamer.

There is a truce!

After several days and nights of fierce fighting, whether it was the Kyushu Alliance or the murderer who crossed the void, they all suffered heavy casualties in this battle, and the people were tired, and finally chose a truce tonight.

Thousands of miles of battlefield finally returned to rare tranquility, except for the heavy snoring, the sound of blood flowing, the whole world was silent, and the silence was chilling.

Under the old tree,

Ling Zifeng held the Soul Devouring Sword in both hands, allowing the evil qi on the blade to invade his body, and Mu Ran's deep gaze looked at the mountains of corpses and bones, the blood-colored rivers, and those crooked and sleeping sect disciples, and the people of the rivers and lakes who wandered the world and the world.

Even though they had fallen asleep, their hands were still clutching the weapons in their hands, and the frowning brows from time to time seemed to have left a big shadow in their hearts from the killings they had been doing for days.

people in the rivers and lakes,

Bloodshed and killing are normal, but such a killing that stretches for thousands of miles, no matter how thick people's nerves are, such a human purgatory, even if they are rivers and lakes, can hardly afford it.

"The sea of blood in the corpse mountain is murderous, the blood is long and the sky is moving, the flowers are fragrant all over the field in the coming year, and the green mountains and white bones are sad and heartbroken."

"If there is a sky, please open your eyes and see, how many flesh and bones are scattered in this world, how much blood is permeated in this mountain stream, if you still have a trace of compassion, why is this world desolate, full of vicissitudes......"

Ling Zifeng looked up at the blood-colored void, the whirlpool was still spinning, and under the ancient ancestral tower, the Blood River Heavenly Array was still trembling.

Yue Tianzun and Wuwei Zen Master seem to have been integrated into the magic circle, the bodies of the two can only see a little bit of phantom now, the sky he is looking forward to in his heart, but he has never been moved, maybe there is no so-called sky in this world at all, but it is just a pitiful luxury in people's hearts.

Just as Ling Zifeng looked up and was stunned, he suddenly felt a trace of creeping, as if something had approached him and was squirming above his head.

Zheng!

The soul devouring roared softly, the killing intent permeated, and the corners of Ling Zifeng's mouth were filled with coldness, what a big courage, this is the base camp of the five major sects in Kyushu, and several of the strongest people in the Sun Yao Realm are guarding here, and they dare to act alone, I really don't know how the word death is written.

"Do you feel so desperate, so desperate that you want to give up."

Just when Ling Zifeng was about to make a move, wisps of white silk poured out of his head, caressing his face as if it were alive, and the cold and indifferent words were unusually familiar.

"Yuele, are you okay?"

Ling Zifeng put down the Soul Devouring Sword in his hand, his body relaxed, he didn't need to look back, he knew who was talking behind him, among the people he knew, there was a white one, except for Yue Le, there was no one else.

"Humph!"

"The enemy is not dead, how can I be so good!"

Yue Le sat down beside Ling Zifeng, letting the white veil be soaked with blood on the ground, the white silk fluttering slightly in the wind, and his expression was indescribably cold.

Ling Zifeng's face trembled, and he already understood the intention of Yuele's trip in his heart, the Ye family in the Canglan Snow Region, and more than a dozen Haoyue Realm masters were fighting here, these people were immortal, how could the hatred in Yuele's heart be put down.

In these rivers and lakes, once some grudges are settled, even if the sky is destroyed and all living beings die, it is impossible for them to let go of the resentment in their hearts.

And Yuele is such a person,

In the Butterfly Valley, I saw my lover die for himself, his soul was scattered, Yuele had a green hair, turned into that eternal resentment, and split his soul, and since then he has been accompanied by white, wandering alone in this river and lake, just to slaughter the Ye family with his own hands, and avenge Yunxian.

Cloud Strings!

Thinking of this name, Ling Zifeng's heart moved, maybe Yun Xian could make Yue Le let go of the unresolved resentment, after all, now that the catastrophe is present, even if the Ye family is dead, they should die on the battlefield.

"Yunxian, are you okay?"

Ling Zifeng turned his head to stare at Yue Le, expecting to wake him up from the depths of Yue Le's heart.

Under this dead and silent sky, a trace of struggle appeared on Yuele's white face, and a look of anger and joy flickered on her face, as if she was trying her best to suppress the other half of the spirit that belonged to Yun Xian.

"Little one, you've changed!"

After a long time, Yue Le took a deep breath, his expression returned to naturalness, but the body covered in fragrant sweat trembled slightly, obviously in order to suppress the other half of the soul in his heart, it took a lot of energy, Yue Le looked at Ling Zifeng's gaze, and became a little cold, it seemed that the trust that the two had once known was disappearing into invisibility like flowing water.

In Yue Le's opinion, Ling Zifeng's attempt to awaken the sleeping other half of the soul for the Ye family today is tantamount to a complete betrayal and betrayal of her trust in him, Yue Le has always believed that Ling Zifeng will stand on the same front with her, but she didn't expect that Ling Zifeng disappointed her in the end.

"Yuele, the Ye family should be destroyed, but at the moment of the catastrophe, they should die on the battlefield."

Ling Zifeng's face was full of apologies, the current Yuele, why wasn't he the former himself, for the sake of the grudge in his heart, he stirred up a bloody storm in the Eastern Wilderness, and the killing he caused, he just couldn't make up for it in his life.

"Little guy, for the sake of the past acquaintance, as long as you don't get involved in this matter, we will still be close friends in the rivers and lakes, and I believe that Yunxian will also agree with my idea."

Yue Le stood up indifferently, stepped to a cliff on the mountainside, looked at the battlefield full of desolation below, stroked the silk between his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of sneers: "Ling Zifeng, this is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are full of killing, whether it is these void visitors, or our Kyushu land, when there is less killing, with good thoughts, it will only make you cringe." As a Jianghu person, you must temper yourself and condense your sharpness in killing, so that you can achieve your own supreme sword path and enjoy yourself in heaven and earth. ”

"Over the past few years, I have watched you rise step by step from the Eastern Wilderness, dancing alone above Yunzhou, even in the mixed rivers and lakes, between the scheming sect forces, you can retreat with your whole body, and easily eliminate all the disadvantages, how to get to the last moment, but to be swayed by that goodness, this is not the idea you should have, at least when you step on the peak and look down on the world, that poor kindness will only make you die faster, do you understand?"

Yue Le's words, Ling Zifeng couldn't understand it, but he could only smile bitterly and slowly shook his head.

Solipsist swordsmanship,

What Yue Le said is one of the most chilling kendo in the world, the so-called self-only swordsmanship, is to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, only oneself in the heart, only one's own sword, even if the world is destroyed, the common people cry blood and are not moved.

This kind of sword way, cultivated to the extreme, can split the sky with a sword, and the edge is unstoppable. As soon as the sword qi came out, Qiankun fell for it, and the heavens and the earth were overshadowed. It is the most terrifying and terrifying sword path in the world, because it is so vicious, almost no one has dared to practice it throughout the ages, and I have never heard of anyone practicing it.

(End of chapter)

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