Nightfall: What a ridiculous so-called artificial nightfall. It was like a huge black frog, squatting diagonally above the young man in Tsing Yi, its huge body covering the light cleanly, like a cage, and it was pitch black inside.

The young man stood high in the air, stepping on the rain, struggling under his eyes with the broken mountains and rivers inch by inch, Xing Yuan glanced at the swimming fish that died in the waves, his eyes were dark and he did not speak.

Survival of the fittest in natural selection......

There is no such thing. Since the establishment of the city-state by the Terrans, there has been no so-called survival of the fittest, from the southeast corner to the Ganges River, all the strange species have died, but the scum of the Terrans are alive and well, and they are pot-bellied in the house!

Said the so-called natural selection!

Do they really not understand? Bumping around like a fool.

Xing Yuan smiled, recalling the wrinkled face of the old woman, and the harsh mouth was always like this, one generation is not as good as the next!

That night he laughed, laughed uncontrollably in the prison, laughed and laughed and cried again, and the cries of the prison were united and echoed in the small space!

This is all a clear thing, why do you need to mention it again, no one will repent!

The human race has perished no less than five times in these conquests, and each time it has been able to get up strongly, what does it rely on?

Isn't it just these dead fish surging in the tide in front of you!

The blood is gone, and it has a little connection with the pickles on the shore!

The corners of Xing Yuan's mouth curled up with a cold smile, he wanted to laugh! Not because he was in a dream, nor because he was awake! Because he was dead, he was already dead! He just wanted to hear the difference between the dead laughter and being alive! He wanted to hear if heaven and earth had set a ban on him! He wanted to ask why thousands of living beings who were alive had to be buried for him, and he wanted to ask why he could stretch out his palm in the soil when he died!

He was not convinced!!

It's the same one-sided word, just because the old thing is half cut into the ground, so what he says has power!

Again, why do my words seem to me to be young and ignorant! Why do my words turn pale when they are justifications?

Where am I ignorant, how have you ever given me that humble opportunity!

Fury burned violently in his pupils, and blue-black thunder surrounded him, and it wanted to split this space to take a good look, the beauty and ugliness of the folds!

It wants to split this time to take a good look at the past!

Who...... Be...... Soul!

Xingyuan was stunned word by word, and the divine light shone above the high hall, and the light dispelled all the darkness, and it was so sticky that it was scattered on his side, and the chains were cold and solemn, with the command of judgment!

They wrapped their bodies around their bodies with God's commands, and every inch of their veins burst out with a terrible howl, and there was no light forever!

They say that the dead are greater, but they still use the souls of prisoners to make life and death!

Hahahaha! Isn't a person who has committed a crime a human being? Can a prisoner play with impunity? Can a prisoner be tortured and cut down by a cruel official?

Is this what you call life and death, the so-called floating slaughter?

Xing Yuan pulled out his long sword, the tip of the sword dripped blood, and the roar of tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers came from a distance to set off waves of waves, and pieces of leaves crossed Xing Yuan's body, and the blood dripped on the sky thunder, scorched black!

The gods of the eight directions gathered, and a pair of eyes opened, looking at this disciple of the Taoist Academy, the White King Shaofu!

White King ......

Xing Yuan shed a tear, and slowly became disillusioned with the turbid tears, the clear tears turned blood-colored, and he trembled all over, exuding monstrous hatred all over his body!

It is the great injustice they say, and it is the whole world that they say, but what can they do! Isn't the superior still hiding the sky with his reflection, and not still slaughtering the silence of the blue sky!

They forgot, or rather...... They remember!

They remember how oppressed they were, but now they want to be executioners!

What a gentleman full of morality! What a "gentleman and minister"!

The thunder roared endlessly, and the halberd of killing came out frequently.

looked at the old men sitting on the road in Xingyuan, lowered their eyes, and did not say a word.

This game of chess is disrupted and can no longer be played, but no matter when the next game is repeated, it has nothing to do with Xingyuan!

"Everyone knows, everyone doesn't speak!", how generous and righteous Hai Qingtian said at the beginning! But so what? In addition to the reputation of this life, what is left?

It's so impulsive!

The white-haired old man shook his head fiercely, there was no compassion in his yellow-white eyes, only a nameless silence!

The punishment continued, the thunder fell one by one, Xingyuan did not scold angrily in the roar, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the laughter was righteous and Lingran, the laughter was heroic and extraordinary, and the laughter penetrated the eight directions and engraved every inch of space in this heaven and earth!

He was not afraid, for there was nothing to be afraid of.

Because there is no concern, and there is nothing to fear.

Thinking back to the words written by Xing Yuan in the palm of his hand in prison, the old man was a little moved.

No worries...... What a sour fact......

Fearless...... Is the heart dead?

The old man closed his eyes, and there were black holes all around, only the roar of green thunder resounded here.

The White King Shaofu lives up to the White King's masterpiece!

The white-haired old man closed his eyes, the flames burned the sky more and more black, Xing Yuan stood in place, looking at the Quartet Spirit Array in front of him, he knew that this was the minion of the Torture Palace, he had already understood the turmoil of all this, standing in place and letting the shackles entangle, the blood in the depths of his eyes was slowly accumulating.

Damn it!

Xing Yuan raised his head, a blue-black robe that could not hide his murderous intent despite being tattered, and as the suppression charm carved on his resistance robe began to demonstrate, a palm without lines smashed down from the sky!

They don't want to die! They want to live well......

Scold......

Is this what you call calculation, and have I become your tolerant machine?

Xing Yuan raised his head, stretched out his hand, and resisted!

Soul Born! Just because I'm a Soul Born!

Don't even know what a living soul is, you dare to give this hunt and kill order?!

Looking at the grimace behind him, Xing Yuan wanted to scold, and wanted to ask the rules of the world of the Great Dao!

He wanted to see if the so-called justice was a trick! The so-called balance was not a tear in return for a laugh! The so-called rules were not to make everything entangled like muddy waters! Whether the so-called foolishness had to be placed in a high-sounding position on the earth! Whether the so-called illusion must prevail over the real!

Is it dead...... You should be in the place where you died! Alive...... You should just stand upright as if you were dead!

Xing Yuan hated, he could die, and he would fall down with the dignity of the White King Shaofu, but he would never be allowed to suffer such humiliation!

The dignity and glory of the White King's Mansion are borne by my physical body! The so-called struggle in this world will be borne by this body! Since you cannot tolerate the soul, then let hell replace the human world, and let this avenue redivide the space for the tribe to live!

Xing Yuan stretched out his palm, and the long eagle broke through the space and screamed behind Xing Yuan, and the powerful spiritual power swept in all directions, with a violent struggle that destroyed the world and the earth!

Self-destruct!

An eagle's cry resounded across the land, and the creatures of the jungle looked up at the light of freedom!

The giant eagle burst out like a long dragon from a corner of heaven and earth, and the howl of the sword swallowed out the edge of the knife and the burning sensation of the fire! It rose inch by inch, and entwined! Violent shocks echoed in the sky, and finally tore all the obstacles apart and turned into mud!

The fiery red spark bloomed in mid-air, and the sparse light of the eyes was reflected again in a pool of clear water!

The white-haired old man was silent, the sunlight filled the space as the ban was broken, and the light they forged was faint and humble, dispelled into powder by the righteous path!

Several old men stood up without a word, and the palms that stretched out from the sky were shattered in that collision so that only the wrists could be seen, hanging weakly, turning into an illusory light.

"That's the White King's handiwork. The white-haired old man sighed, and the rest of the black-robed elders didn't say a word, and followed the white-haired old man to leave this chaotic battlefield.

The deceased are like hooks, the living are like forests, and the disturbed situation is like a gust of wind, and who falls in the end is not to see who is stronger, but to see who will take advantage of the situation.

The group slowly disappeared, Xing Yuan covered the wound on his arm and opened his eyes, looking at the white king's mouth, creation!