To death, after suffering all the misfortunes, the woman wishes that she will have nothing in the afterlife, and does not want to encounter such misfortune again.

Actually, it would be nice if everything changed like this.

The road to the cultivation realm is long.

Day by day, month by month, year by year, year by year, ten years passed, twenty years passed, fifty years passed, a hundred years passed and a thousand years passed.

The woman has a glimmer of hope at the beginning to a full of resentment at the end.

The resentment increased little by little when children were born and men appeared.

Coupled with all kinds of doped erosive breath on the body.

The turbidity from the woman's body slowly penetrated into the air and underground.

The aura of the Qing Ling was polluted.

Riots began to appear in the whole space, especially after the woman knew that her previous happiness was all used for his heavenly yin body and pregnant body, and the resentment and anger of the whole body exploded in an all-round way, forming a large amount of depression.

And this woman has almost lost her use value and has been abandoned.

Soon the woman began to lose her mind, recording what she had experienced when she was rarely awake, and then sacrificing herself.

Later generations.

The depression is spread on a large scale, and animals and humans begin to be infected, and the demons lose their minds.

Under a large number of cannibalism, the continent was infected by countless depression and blood.

Lost its activity.

In desperation, all the supreme powerhouses on the continent were sacrificed.

Seal all infected animal-people into the unrecognizable Gathering Place.

The crisis on the mainland has been alleviated.

It took tens of thousands of years to barely recover some of the causes.

The feeling of being shrouded in the sky slowly faded and even spread to other planes.

The soul is disappearing.

But the real cause is unknown.

The aura is weakened, and there are fewer and fewer humans who can cultivate, and there are fewer and fewer human beings with spiritual roots.

What's more serious is that the cultivator feels less bound to the soul.

The behavior of the cultivators began to be more and more cruel without a lower limit.

As a last resort, the major sect families began to set up presiding over and regulations.

It is used to restrain immortal cultivators.

On the bright side, he was disciplined.

Plus a lot of cleaning in the shadows.

The cultivation realm began to get respite.

……

At this time, Ink Blue also looked at the world from her perspective, which was really full of holes.

Before she returned, she saw the world barriers of the whole big world.

It was not thin, some places were full of cracks, and some were already perforated.

She came back with all the power of the deity and reversed herself.

The guy said yes, but she knew it had no power at all.

I can't get her back, and I can't afford to pay her.

But I don't care.

If it weren't for the slightest concern in her heart, she wouldn't have cleaned up the mess for those beasts.

A good world can go to the back of its seat.

Think about it, you know how many debts must be in it, and it will slowly lead to the current situation.

All the way to the end.

The scenes touched in front of him made Ink Blue feel so shocking.

Huge altar.

Countless mutilated bones, people, animals, and children were dropped.

The cauldron hums oil, and hell on earth is nothing more than that.

A female corpse with a hideous face in the middle of the altar chained.

The skulls, feet, entrails, animal bones of the children below, the happy, vicious, resentful, desperate, and disdainful sides of the besieging monks are still preserved.