Above the sky, the clouds were surging, and a black catastrophe was brewing in the flashing lightning. The wind blew fiercely between heaven and earth, and the wind blew on Bai Ye's face, like a knife, but he didn't feel any pain.

He had already fallen into the path of Shura, wielding a giant scythe in the midst of the chaos, constantly rushing to kill, one after another blood qi replenishing his consumption, forming a strange picture.

These 10,000 horsemen have been killed by the white night. "Vomit~" A cavalryman couldn't control himself and fell off his horse, kneeling on the ground and vomiting wildly.

What kind of devil is this, obviously a child, but this boundless blood floats on his body, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of his former colleagues between the swings of the giant sickle, and the terrifying heavy eyes are even more impossible for people to look directly at.

In the blink of an eye, only half of the 10,000 horsemen remained, and they were still struggling to support themselves, although there was nothing they could do about the killing of this demon. "Damn Komin!" everyone thought in unison.

"Boom!" A white thunderbolt fell from the sky, slashing directly at Bai Ye's body, even affecting a few poor soldiers next to him, Bai Ye was not dead, they returned to the west first.

"Hahahaha" Bai Ye stumbled, half-kneeling on the ground, he supported his body with a giant sickle, and laughed loudly. All the cavalry had long been terrified.

This is a demon, his killing can actually trigger heavenly punishment! Look at the blood qi around his body, isn't he in the qi cultivation period, how can there be a catastrophe thunder to fall?

"Boom!" Three more tribulation thunders fell, and Bai Ye relied on the state of the Shura Dao, even the hard anti-robbery thunder continued to kill. Although he had just woken up, he remembered everything that had happened in the past ten years, and this killing was also revenge.

Everyone was frightened by him, and a spectacle arose in the mountains—thousands of people were running wildly on horseback or throwing away their armor on a meadow like a ruin, and they had no morale, and they fled in all directions.

Just to hide from a child, who is surrounded by terrifying blood, wielding a giant scythe, inducing thunder, chasing and killing them. The cavalrymen fell in pieces like wheat harvesting.

Above the sky of the mountain, the clouds were like ink, and thunder and lightning were tumbling and brewing in it. The rain, the boundless rain, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood that could not be washed away, fell like a waterfall.

In the meantime, a child stood alone in the rain, his body covered with bones and corpses. Bai Ye raised his head, as if he was looking at the sky, he was questioning, his emotions had reached a critical point of collapse.

In response to him, it was a pillar of thunder that fell from the ink clouds.

In that life, he was the emperor who killed and Mo Cheng. It is the supreme powerhouse who has been in the flood for endless years. But no one knows, he just originated from an ordinary Xiuzhen family.

At that time, in that place, he was just a side child, his parents died when he was a child, and he depended on his sister for his life.

He was three years old, his sister was eleven years old, and after he was four years old, he never saw her again. Mo Cheng later learned that she was treated as a sacrifice for him, and a ban was sacrificed.

He is surnamed Mo, and since then, he has vowed to kill all the people surnamed Mo in the world.

At the age of fourteen, his family trained him to become a dead soldier. In a mission, Mo Cheng occasionally obtained the magic "Feast of Ghosts and Gods". Since then, he has devoted himself to cultivation just to fulfill his oath.

At the age of a thousand, he successfully changed his identity, killed one of his brothers, and began his own path of power scheme.

At the age of 5,000, the family power was reshuffled, and he killed all the elders of the lineage, accepted the support of the elders of the side lineage, and became the head of the family.

10,000 years old, he cultivated the "Feast of Ghosts and Gods", cast spells, and destroyed all the "relatives" in this world who are related to him by blood.

Since then, there is no more ink family in the world, and there is one more madman. He, addicted to killing, cultivating, and becoming a monk seems to be just for revenge, for the obsession in his heart.

Until 100,000 years old, he met the master.

That woman's name is Loulan, and she has killed emperors for three generations. She threw him into the burial world, and millions of years passed, but when Mo Cheng woke up, she was leaving.

Loulan language, three generations of emperors. Born in the middle of the Flood Era, he has an old relationship with the Tongtian Holy Venerable, and has the four swords of the immortals. "Killing the Holy Heavenly Desolation Technique", every generation of emperors must practice the mental method, and what everyone can get from it is different.

The four swords of Zhuxian were not originally called the four swords of Zhuxian, and the four swords were nameless, so when the female preached the Tao, the sword array of Zhuxian was famous all over the world.

She took a fancy to Mo Cheng's qualifications, and deliberately selected disciples for the line of killing the emperor, but Bizi was too obsessed, and the stronger she was, the more it was a scourge. She'd rather spend millions of years waiting.

She changed Mo Cheng's life, since the death of Loulan Yu, the name of four generations of killing emperor Mo Cheng has been spread in the era of flood famine.

A billion years later, at the end of the epoch, the way of heaven changed, and Mo Cheng was determined to be a sinner, and every 30,000 years he sent heavenly punishment to destroy him, for Mo Cheng, it was a catastrophe.

In the last 10,000 years of Mo Cheng's life, the little girl appeared. How much she looked like his sister, but unfortunately she was the sacrifice he had been looking for.

There is a technique in this vein, called "Refining Soul Mound", which is the method of refining weapons, finding a woman who was born in the lunar calendar and is destined to kill the Tao, and using her soul and flesh to refine the weapon, which can be refined to resist the natal Dao soldiers of heavenly punishment.

Mo Cheng took her with him and named her Mo Yexue, and since then, the monks in the world have known to kill the emperor's maid. It was a position that countless female cultivators envied and hated.

The snowy nights of the Endless Sea were always so cold, and he met her under a large reef by the sea, she was ragged, and he was as white as snow.

For a thousand years, she was by his side, and she witnessed his killings, and the intrigues between the monks. He witnessed her growth, from a little girl to a peerless beauty.

Perhaps two lonely people need warmth the most.

For Mo Yexue, this man is her everything, her heart will not be moved by anything, and she will not change in the slightest.

And Mo Cheng, I'm afraid that only he doesn't know the existence of this feeling, and the world knows that there are four generations of reverse scales.

When the epoch collapsed, the last counterattack before the Heavenly Dao was shattered, he was defeated. It wasn't until the last moment that he finally accepted the feeling. After billions of years, his heart has been silent, but in the face of her, he can't do it.

The master once said that he should be careful of a catastrophe, and if he is robbed, he will be successful.

This catastrophe is love. It's also his inner demon. If he wants to lose his beloved again, Mo Cheng can't do it. In the last ten days of their lives, they were married.

There were no guests, no witnesses. If there is, it is a little bit of a broken desolate continent.

He passed on the inheritance to her and asked her to live well, but she cultivated the "Soul Refining Tomb" alone, refining herself into the Taoist soldiers of Mo Cheng, and made a blood oath of reincarnation, wishing to see you again in the next life.

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The white night still stood in the rain curtain, and seven days had passed, and seven hundred thunderstorms had passed. He exuded the smell of burnt flesh, and the tears in his eyes disappeared with the rain.

This catastrophe is coming to an end.