The blood that Wu Yu stepped on quietly splashed up, staining every corner of his body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hey, have you thought it out, if you haven't figured it out, then I'll have to be ready to die." The young man looked at Wu Yu and frowned slightly, the young man's palm was strong, and Song Qing's wrist was in sharp pain. With the blessing of more than eighty health points, his grip strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.

Wu Yu didn't reply, he was still confused. He couldn't even hear what the young man was saying, because he didn't even know why he was afraid, just for the sake of the so-called loneliness. That kind of loneliness, is it really that terrible, Wu Yu himself doesn't believe it, he would rather die than believe it, but the reality is like this, he doesn't want to be afraid, but the kind of horror that comes from the depths of his soul makes him have to give up his so-called courage.

Do you want to fight hard? But what do you have to fight, your own life, but now the most worthless thing is your life, the ending of your death is like this, the same is the ending of your life, they don't care about your life or death at all, even if they are in front of the high god, it is definitely not as attractive as the girl's slender calves.

The little devil tilted his head and sighed, "Brother, you are really tired, this is supposed to be the time for you to relax, but this group of people just don't want you to relax, this is not you, the demon who once galloped the world." ”

"In the first place, there was hatred, and all hatred is the source of suffering, and these sufferings also come from death. In the face of large swaths of corpses, do you still need to continue to hide, there is no one in this world who can stop your steps, if you take your first step, then the world will sink and float under your feet. ”

The little devil had a beautiful smile on his face, and he suddenly raised his hands high, and the gray clouds in the sky let out a terrifying howl like a ghost. But at this moment, those fierce ghosts began to flee as if they had encountered the gods, and the pitch-black lightning cut through the sky, like a sharp blade cutting through the space of the restraints.

"The world will eventually surrender at my feet, and no one in this world can stop me!" The little devil raised his head to the sky and roared, and the lonely voice spread out in a barren land, like waves on the sea.

Wu Yu finally stopped trembling, and let out a dull low roar from his mouth, "Your conditions, what if I don't agree to you, if they dare to kill me, you will not be like this, and my life is here, if you dare, then come and take it!" ”

His voice was weak, and he even felt a little weak, and he finally raised his head, and the slight trembling stopped.

"You've finally given up." The little devil appeared beside him and looked at him with a smile, "Sure enough, this is you, the throne of the king, even the heavens can't tell you to do anything." ”

"Huh, huh?" Wu Yu also smiled, but the smile was so sad, "But I just want to be an ordinary person, I am not interested in all this, I just want to live quietly, every day I see Yuan Rong laughing happily beside me, I think this is enough." ”

"Yes, but that's just you, remember what you said back then, this society, or the world, is just serving one person, but we don't want to be arbitrary tools, so we are destined to become rule-makers." The little devil took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from Wu Yu's face, "So, pick up your sword, it's time to pronounce your existence to the whole world." ”

Wu Yu's eyes changed from blood red back to black and white, and then gradually turned into a deep purple. The blood in his body boiled like a burning flame, and the seven deadly sins that fell to the ground emitted a faint black light.

Wu Yu glanced at the Seven Deadly Sins, and squatted down in exchange, his palms soaked in blood, dazzling white.

"Remember what I said, I said that if I let them go, I can act as if nothing had happened today. But I'm sorry, you gave up your last chance, you forced me to do this, I just want to be a good person, I don't want to become a demon who only knows how to kill. Wu Yu picked up the Seven Deadly Sins, and the blood gradually dripped down the smooth sword body.

"I'm back, so someone must pay the price he deserves for my return!" The light in Wu Yu's eyes became stronger and stronger, until finally it was like the bitterness of coffee after the mouth, and it did not go away for a long time.

"Hey, are you crazy?" The young man frowned, a sneer appeared on his face, "If you are crazy to say it, I don't mind helping you to insert your own sword into your body, you can trust me, my movements will be very light and not hurt." ”

"Oh, thank you then." Wu Yu smiled at him, beautiful like a kitten that had just taken a bath, "But I believe I'm not crazy, but I don't know if you're ready for my return." ”

Wu Yu raised his sword gently, but there was still no sword move, just a very simple wave, the indifference in his eyes, and a faint pity for the people in the world, "I... It's really not an embryo killer. ”

In the end, even now, do you still want to talk badly? The little devil's face was a little strange, he watched Wu Yu jump up gently, and then the Seven Deadly Sins swung out gently, as if it was just like before, a fluttering sword, just to kill the few people who rushed up.

But in the next moment, all this seemed to have changed, a fluttering sword was in mid-air, and it instantly became cold, and the pitch-black sword light seemed to swallow up the few rays of light between heaven and earth, and the dark clouds scattered in the sky all turned into a cloud of mist at this moment, and even the last scream before death was not issued.

At this moment, there was no sound in the falling city, as if everything was covered by this sword, and there was no sound at all, but it seemed that the whole world was filled with harsh sounds.

In Wu Yu's eyes, the color suddenly rose, and looking at the people below, his face instantly turned pale. With this sword, tens of thousands of people just blinked their eyes and disappeared.

Blood, like a pure river, flowed down the gaps between the corpses, filling the entire arena ground, and the vast expanses of bright red were like a blooming rose garden.

...

Tower of Babel, 10th floor.

The eternal shadow, as if sensing something, suddenly stood up from the chair, and the warm light that had been illuminated by the sun seemed to be cold at this moment.

"The blood of kings... The wrath of the king can only be appeased by the burial of ten thousand people. (To be continued.) )