The rickety body began to click. In a matter of moments, he became the tall man who was almost nine feet tall. The cold color in his eyes was gone, only the thirst for blood.

Liu owed another carp and stood up violently. The slight coolness of the night was wrapped around his somewhat thin clothes, rising and falling. Liu Qingmei didn't know, at this time, Liu owed what she was thinking, but she knew that this erratic Hou Zhou envoy was going to make a move.

Under the clothes that were wantonly pulled by the night wind, there were hideous and terrifying, centipede-like scars, telling Liu Youyao's unknown past. It's not that Liu Qingmei has never seen this kind of scar, this is the blood groove left by a blunt knife slashing on the skin and flesh, and it heals with the wounds left behind.

The kind of skin and flesh that turned out stuck together, squirming densely and healing, eventually forming an indelible wound. This is a "gift" left after a battle to the death, and it is also a reminder of the determination of the people in the rivers and lakes to live to die.

I remember that in the black prison of the Heavenly Prison Division, Liu Qingmei also tortured such a person. In addition to the scars on his body, he also had such a scar from his forehead to the depths of his cheeks.

Liu Qingmei tried all kinds of methods on this person, but he couldn't pry a word out of his mouth. Finally, when the man was dying, Liu Qingmei asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

The man who was hanging on the torture rack spat and asked contemptuously, "Then do you know where my scar comes from?" ”

Liu Qingmei was enraged, slapped his mouth on the big man's right face with a hideous centipede scar, and pressed a red-hot soldering iron on the big man's chest, glaring at him viciously, forcing him to question.

But in the end, the big man just said, "This is left by a blunt knife cut on the flesh, and in order to stop the bleeding quickly, a red-hot iron rod was pressed on the wound, and I can even bear that kind of pain, and your tickling little tricks are not worth mentioning." ”

Liu Qingmei suddenly calmed down, and his hand fell. Just like now, she looked at the man who was covering her vision, and drew her long sword indifferently. This sword was nothing special, a far cry from what she was used to.

It's just that the sword spike hanging on the hilt of the sword is particularly eye-catching. Even in this yellow sand, it is spotless. Liu Qingmei held the long sword and pointed diagonally to the ground, following the same steps. Liu Youyao, who was supposed to be like a hungry tiger pounced, only took two steps up the dirt slope and stopped again.

He seemed to be waiting for Liu Qingmei's arrival, or now he only dared to stand here and look at everything behind the dirt slope.

When Liu Qingmei walked to Liu Youyao's side, this big man, who was almost nine feet tall, subconsciously raised his hand and stopped Liu Qingmei behind him. He may not know if danger is coming, but he knows that if he looks at the ground for too long, he is afraid that he will go crazy.

The eyes of the two of them were soaked in a blood-red, and the blood-red that stinged their eyes looked particularly heavy when the afterglow of the sunset was about to stop. There was no one behind the slope, not a single living person to be exact. There were only corpses all over the ground, headless corpses all over the ground, and dark red and yellow sand blown up by the night wind from time to time.

The sand, which should have been earthy brown, was stained red with the blood that flowed from the tens of thousands of corpses. Little by little, it slowly penetrates into this land that has dried up to despair, but is "waiting to be fed".

What kind of tragedy is this? What kind of Shura field is it?

The headless corpses that were all over the ground were abandoned here at will. and the human head that had not been inserted in the wooden gun of the rejection horse, but it was deliberately built up, which looked particularly weird. And on the top of thousands of heads, there is a most special human head.

The human head was not dead, but serene. On the man's head, there was a blood-stained helmet, and the helmet ear guards were rolled up, and the skull clicked with the night wind.

The two of them did not dare to step over the already low dirt slope, and they did not dare to step on the land that was soaked in blood and oozes a strong smell of blood. It seems that there is a giant axe that opens the sky in the middle, and anyone who walks by will be "cut in two".

Liu Youqiao slowly retreated, he did not flinch, but turned over and rode on the back of the sand lion, and then walked towards the Shura Jedi. Liu Qingmei was stunned, and when he saw Liu Youyao walking away, he wanted to scream, but he was dumb when he opened his mouth.

It's not that you don't dare, but you can't. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would disturb these tens of thousands of souls.

Liu Qingmei also mounted his horse and tightened the reins vigorously before pulling the trembling silver-maned white horse up. The instinct of the animal is vividly reflected at this moment, even if there is a thousand fears in the heart, it also understands the heart of the protector.

Without a heavy whip and scolding, the white horse walked towards the Shura Jedi with bold steps. And when Liu Qingmei really stepped on this Jedi, he felt the breath of despair before death.

There was not the slightest bit of life in the land, even the weeds had been uprooted, except for the corpses scattered in the pits, and the piles of human heads were particularly eye-catching.

The night is deep, and the moonlight in the sky blooms with a different kind of brightness. It seems that no matter what happens in the world, it can't disturb that round of moonlight.

The light of this moonlight is like a lamp in the night, shining on the only two living people in this blood-red land. At this time, Liu Youyao had already walked to the foot of the "hill" with a pile of people, and the sand lion looked around viciously, as if to disperse foreign objects, or to strengthen his courage.

Liu Youyao traveled all the way, deliberately avoiding the scattered corpses. As a stranger who intrudes rashly, although he can't do his best to bury them, he can give them the last bit of dignity.

This is the most basic cultivation of a person, and it is also the noblest respect of a person for the deceased. This kind of respect has nothing to do with national borders, has nothing to do with positions, and only asks about life and death.

Therefore, he stopped at the foot of the "Rentou Mountain" and looked up at the bright moon. From top to bottom, the heads of the deceased were looked at one by one. With the highest respect for life, Liu bowed his head again and failed to lift it up for a long time.

When Liu Qingmei came closer, it was also like Liu Youyao. It's just that she looked up from below, until the light of the moon shrouded her face, and then she bent her body down, unwilling to lift it for a long time.

It is not known what happened to them during their lifetimes. But they are here after their deaths, to remind those who come and go not to follow in their footsteps. Among them, there are old and young, they are other people's Aye, Aniang, A'Ge, A'di, and A'mei.

It's just that at a certain moment, it was left here forever, by one, ten, hundreds, or thousands. They may have resisted, they may have struggled, but to no avail.

Liu Youyao raised his heavy head, reached out and grabbed the mane of the sand lion, and began to drink this "majestic but heavy" "high mountain" staggered. Liu Qingmei was afraid of being forgotten here, so he also slapped the horse's buttocks and followed.

It's just that when the "high mountains" pass by them, they seem to turn their heads to look at them, as if they are crying, croaking, noisy, sad and angry, unwilling, and full of helplessness.

The two of them finally crawled out of this blood pit, and when they stepped on the yellow sand again, they had a sense of rebirth as if they were in a different world.

As the long-suppressed roar came out of the mouths of the two people, a little fire suddenly appeared in the darkness that was pitch black. A handful, two, and three pinch, with the sound of shouting and killing, rose and fell, like a fire dragon entrenched in the yellow sand of the night.

Both of them were shocked, and at the same time they looked at each other tacitly. They all grabbed the reins and their manes, and jerked violently, rushing towards the firelight.

After all, it is not an expedient measure to sit still, and the first strike may be able to fight for a chance to survive. Both of them are martial arts masters, although they have not reached the point where one person rejects a thousand braves, but if there are only dozens of people, it is not yet known who will die.

But at the moment, the only thing that can be determined is that this "Shura Jedi" must have been done by this group of people. Even if it's not, it's inseparable.

Liu Youqiao doesn't have such a compassionate heart, he just has lingering palpitations for such a miserable person, and the crowd in front of him suddenly appeared, if he didn't fight for his life, he would definitely die. But Liu Qingmei had a little more compassion from the people of the rivers and lakes, and as soon as she clamped the horse's belly, she took the lead.

The long sword in his hand was clenched by both hands, raised to the side of his sideburns, and shouted angrily: "Let's all die." ”

She didn't have to, it didn't fit her status as the head of the Heavenly Hell Division. But she must be like this, once she has set foot in the rivers and lakes, she will move forward, and there is no reason to take half a step back. And Liu Youyao, who followed closely, was much calmer.

He just stretched out his arms from his chest and tied his clothes behind his back, revealing a crimson body with hideous knife marks and closed lips, as if telling the heroism of this person.

Liu lightly waited for the silver-maned white horse to leap forward, and then flew from the saddle into the group of armored soldiers. A sword swept away the long halberd, and after it landed, it rolled with the momentum, and cut out a blood groove in the calf coefficient of the armored soldiers.

And Liu owed a lot of this directly, he turned over and landed on the ground with both hands like a tiger. With the sand lion, swoop down among the armored soldiers. Before the armoured soldiers with torches could react, they were torn to pieces by a man and a lion.

However, these armored soldiers carried out a bloody massacre, and they rested here with their hands and feet. When he heard the voices of people, he wanted to demonstrate by the light of the fire, but unexpectedly angered the offender and caused great trouble.

Although the fire dragon was powerful, there were only dozens of people holding torches. It was one of them who carried several torches to cover the retreat of the rest of the soldiers. In other words, they are simply abandoned here, no different from the dead in the pit.

The only difference is that they are still alive, but they are about to die, more than ten times worse than the dead in the pit.

Shouts of killing, wailing, and cursing came and went. The sound of slashing, slashing, and claws breaking the wind is in the ears. The world was peaceful at the beginning, but after all, there were some good people who made the peaceful and prosperous world turbulent.

There has only been one disaster in the world, and countless tragedies have been repeated over and over again, gradually making people insensitive. When these soldiers slaughtered these innocent people, mercilessly raising their swords and cutting off their heads, would they have thought that their retribution would come so quickly?

But who will come and pity them? Hatred spreads and changes, leaving only the unsightly high-sounding grandeur.

Tonight's wind is exceptionally cold, and it is the most bone-deep, heart-wrenching, and heart-wrenching cold before the beginning of summer......