Kuitun's eyes were anxious, and the black and white flames on his body rose, but no matter how hard Kuitun tried, he couldn't break it, and the words that were revolving around him one by one.

"Comprehend Haoran righteousness, become a heaven-level, known as one of the strongest demi-saints, but you believe in justice, why do you want to stop me from saving my grandson?" The old man looked down, the small curled figure on the stone platform, and his heart was both anxious and distressed.

"Follow cause and effect, follow the will of heaven, and it is right. Liu Mo was dressed in green clothes and held a scroll in his hand. "I won't kill you, I'll be trapped. ”

The old man pursed his lips.

"Hehe, you must be stupid at reading!" The old man had white hair fluttering, wore blood-colored armor, and held a black broadsword.

The old man had a resolute look in his eyes, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand, a finger, to his forehead.

Kuitun had anxiety in his eyes: "Old fellow, do you really want to die?"

The old man looked back at Kuitun: "Brother Kui, it's the old man who is sorry for you, thank you for your company for hundreds of years." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to have made up his mind, and the speed of his hand increased, and he firmly put it on his forehead.

"Alas......"

Kuitun just let out a long sigh and looked at Lu Ye below.

I thought to myself, if I can save this child this time, I will take care of him for you......

The moment the old man's finger was placed on his forehead, the old man's whole body emitted blood-red blood, which condensed into substance.

The old man moved his hand away, and the killing intent emanating from the old man's surroundings frantically condensed on the old man's forehead, and a red dot appeared on the old man's forehead.

It was the condensation of the old man's whole body and a lifetime of murderous intent.

This red dot echoes a star in a distant place.

What kind of star is this?

On this blood-red star, there are countless corpses, which have fallen on this star, but this star, but there is no living mouth, and there is a dead silence.

But to be precise, it can't be said that there is a dead silence on this planet.

Because, on this planet, there are countless killing intents, and these killing intents, in the shape of blades, are crisscrossing and wandering in the air.

These killing intent flashed over the mountain peak, and the mountain peak collapsed.

These killing intents swam across the rivers and seas, and the rivers and seas rolled.

If these killing intentions stir up each other, nothing will be urged.

It's just that in the very center of the planet, there is a black statue, the statue is as tall as a mountain, but it gives people a vague feeling, that is, no matter how you look at it, you can only see a rough outline of a human figure.

All the killing intent, when it touches the black statue, will disappear without a trace, and soon after, these killing intent will reappear from the other side of the statue.

The red dot of murderous intent on the old man's eyebrows is like a bridge, communicating with this blood-red planet.

The Blood Red Planet descended with a more majestic and pure killing intent through the killing intent at the center of the old man's eyebrows.

The old man's whole body was in pain as if it was about to explode, but the old man knew that these killing intent were not enough!

The old man gradually bled from his seven orifices, but in exchange for the incomparably powerful killing intent in his whole body.

Finally, the old man no longer accepted the killing intent of the stars outside the sky.

The old man accepted the killing intent and reached the limit, causing blood to collapse all over his body, but the old man felt his strength and felt that it was worth it.

The old man clearly knew that when his killing intent dissipated, it would be when his life burned out!

The old man stepped forward.

Rumble......

At this step, the old man's fluttering white hair turned bloody.

The words besieging the old man were also taken out by the old man, and they all turned into blood, and finally, they turned into powder and integrated into the old man's blood-colored armor, making the old man's blood-colored armor a little stronger.

The old man took another step, his eyes that had turned blood-colored, staring at Liu Mo deadly.

Liu Mo was stared at as if he was being stared at by an ancient killing god, and his whole body was about to be cut into thousands of pieces.

"Why be persistent, I am righteous!" Liu Mo raised a hand and stretched out a finger, the finger was as white as jade, with a faint smell of books.

The old man punched out, bloody.

The fists and fingers touched each other, and people actually produced a kind of thing, everything on the side of the old man turned blood-red, and everything on the side of Liu Mo turned white.

With the old man and Liu Mo as the center, the Ling clan people below, except for those above level 8, were still standing with difficulty.

The rest of the personnel, except for a small number of people who are meditating and pranayama, most of them are seriously injured and unconscious, or have already died in Jiuquan.

"Great Tribulation!, why didn't the Ancestor come out to save us?" a Ling Clan's eighth-level powerhouse cried out in grief.

"Alas......" the second-generation ancestor of the Ling family sighed, obviously, he knew something inside.

Lu Ye continued to tremble under the protection of a heaven-level master.

Ling Jingxiao watched all this happen indifferently.

Suddenly, Ling Jingxiao pointed and pointed at Lu Ye's eyebrows.

Layers of runes, attached to Ling Jingxiao's fingers.

"Scatter its essence, coagulate its blood, melt its roots, and come out!"

Endless black brilliance condenses.

With that, Ling Jingxiao's fingers raised.

Lu Ye screamed, in Lu Ye's consciousness, the only feeling was pain.

"Ah!!" Two lines of tears slipped down the sides of Lu Ye's immature cheeks.

The pain comes and goes quickly.

When Ling Jingxiao's fingers were raised, Lu Ye stopped screaming.

The last image that flashed in the Night Boy was.

His grandfather, brushing his white beard with one hand, hugged Lu Ye, smiled and rubbed Lu Ye's face with his white beard, Lu Ye

Giggling and talking about itching, grandpa, itching.

He also thought that his grandfather would hug him again, and rub himself with his white beard again.

Grandfather......

After that, Lu Ye lost consciousness, because, at this time, in his sea of consciousness, his spiritual power, with Ling Jingxiao's fingers raised, had been shattered and floated away.

The moment Lu Ye knew the spiritual power in the sea, and the moment it was shattered, Lu Ye seemed to see that a white lotus flower was rooted in the depths of his sea of knowledge, existing between nothingness and reality.

With the shattering of Lu Ye's mental power, Lu Ye's body was as usual, but there was no trace of life.

It's just that his shattered spiritual power turned into a ball and was suspended in mid-air.

Then, the blood in Lu Ye's body boiled, as if it had evaporated, slowly oozing out of Lu Ye's skin, floating towards the mass of ownerless spiritual power.

When Lu Ye's body arrived, the last trace of blood floated out.

In Lu Ye's body, the sea of consciousness is broken, the blood is dry, the meridians are atrophied, the heart is stopped, the five organs are sluggish, and the skin is dry.

Like a dead corpse that has been dried for many years.

"No!!"

"Night !!"

Blood and tears flowed from the old man's eyes.

Night, dead?

"Hahahaha......"

"The son is gone, the daughter-in-law is gone, the wife is gone, the family is gone!"

"Now, even my only grandson is gone!"

"I hate, I hate...... The sky has no eyes. ”

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"I hate...... The world is unforgiving. ”

"I hate myself even more, incompetent......"

"Night...... , the only thing grandpa can do now is to let this group of people pay for their blood debts and blood for blood. ”

"I hope that in the next life, you can have a happy family, and it will not be like in this life, even your own parents will not be remembered. ”

The black knife groaned, with endless sadness, reflecting the old man, with two lines of blood and tears on his face.