The starry sky overhead is still bright, deep, and vast......

And under the starry sky, Yan Qing sat quietly on the Da Luo Jin Bridge, the whole person was motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture, losing all his vitality. His gaze was dull and sluggish, his eyes were hollow, and he sat weakly, and he had become a wasted man.

His will to practice has been shattered.

Even if it is just the will of a star in the starry sky, it is still incomparable, and the immortal immortals are invincible. And there is only one result of hard resistance, that is, the will to practice is ruthlessly crushed.

Moreover, Yan Qing's results were even worse than those of other cultivators.

Because he was fighting to the death, his cultivation intent was shattered more completely, and everything was shattered like a withering and decaying.

Moreover, it also hurt his soul.

Those other cultivators, even if their will to practice is shattered and they become a wasted person, their souls will not be hurt too much, and they can still be regarded as ordinary people.

And now Yan Qing is not even as good as ordinary people.

At this moment, he sat there in a daze, motionless, as if he had been transformed into a statue on the bridge deck.

time, I don't know how long it has been.

He still does.

It's not that he doesn't want to wake up, it's that his consciousness has drifted away, and he's just a shell with an empty soul.

On the bridge deck, clouds and mist filled his body.

The starry sky overhead was still so bright, and every star was floating like a wisp of smoke, looking like a ribbon wrapped around it from a distance......

"Kill ......"

A faint voice sounded slowly.

This voice came from Yan Qing's body, or from Yan Qing's soul.

The voice was soft and faint, but with an unyielding will, it seemed hysterical. And as soon as the word "kill" came out, his body was also filled with a strong murderous aura, and the murderous aura rolled into the sky.

The sound dragged on for a long time, gradually changing from light to heavy, from small to loud, and slow to urgent.

Then, suddenly, there was a flare-up.

"Kill—"

When the word "kill" was spit out, his gaze became fierce again, and became as red as blood, like two bloody rays shooting into the starry sky. At this time, his thick black hair suddenly flew up, pointing straight at the starry sky, and it seemed that every black hair turned into a sword pointing at the sky.

The black hair turned into a sword, and the sword intent was pervasive.

"Kill—"

His voice became extremely high, and gradually turned into a roar and a roar, and he also roared, as if the whole person was about to rush into the starry sky.

At this time, in his scattered consciousness, there was still a wisp of will that had not yet been shattered by the will of the stars. Although this wisp of will was very small, not even one-ten-thousandth of his will, but it was extremely tenacious, and it seemed that even the will of the stars could not be crushed.

Actually, I don't know if it's because the will of the stars can't be shattered, or if the wisp of will is too small for the will of the stars to ignore.

However, in short, this wisp of will survived.

And this remaining wisp of will has also become a spark and is growing rapidly.

In just a moment, that very small wisp of will has grown wildly, and it seems to have the potential to burn the prairie fire. At this moment, his will also soared into the sky, and he frantically rushed up to the starry sky and struck at the star.

As he rushed into the starry sky, his will was still soaring wildly, as if it had turned into substance. From an invisible silk thread, it became spider silk, and then it became a silk cord, and then it became a white practice, and then it was like a falling waterfall, and it was like a long river hanging from the sky......

"Hahaha......"

Yan Qing looked up to the sky and laughed, he actually survived under the attack of the will of the stars. And his will has also become extremely tenacious, growing wildly, appearing incomparable, and becoming extremely terrifying.

At this time, that star gave birth to another star will and shot down towards Yan Qing again.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

Yan Qing roared up to the sky, and at this time he was not afraid at all.

His wisp of will to rush forward had become bigger and bigger, as if it had turned into substance. At this time, his crazy will seemed to turn into an ancient stone tablet a hundred feet high. The stele looks simple and unpretentious, with traces of time, and there is a bloody big character on it.

Countless blood, flowing from the words, flowed down the stone tablet.

Blood, bright red and bright.

It was not human blood, nor the blood of immortals, demons, gods, Buddhas, goblins, or ghosts, nor his blood.

Whose blood is that?

Yan Qing didn't know, he was just standing quietly, his eyes falling on the stone tablet.

"Kill!"

He roared, and the stone tablet that had become conscious became clearer.

In the killing word, a murderous aura soared into the sky.

That sky-high murderous aura also condensed into substance, shaped like a big sword, stabbing straight towards that star.

And at this time.

Blood flowed down from the starry sky, along with the murderous aura that had condensed into substance.

Extreme Killing Monument!

His wisp of will turned into an extreme killing monument.

"Heaven is unfair, you should be killed!"

At this time, a voice sounded from the Extreme Dao Killing Stone Tablet transformed by will, there was no anger, no roar, no roar, just faint, a little cold and ruthless.

It was not his voice, but the voice of the Thirteenth Emperor.

In the killing word, there is a ruthless killing intent.

At this time, the killing intent in the killing word filled the entire starry sky, and slowly invaded his soul, ravaging his body, making his whole body tremble. However, at this time, he walked straight towards the Killing Monument, and every time he took a step closer, the Extreme Killing Monument became clearer.

He was in no pain, and he was unconscious.

He walked up to the stars one step at a time, one step, two steps, three steps......

"Heaven is unfair, you should be killed!"

I don't know how long it took, Yan Qing finally walked into the starry sky, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the killing word, and then looked up to the sky and roared. And a monument of the Extreme Dao Killing Word that was transformed by consciousness became clearer, as if it were real.

At this moment, a terrifying murderous aura burst out from his body and went straight to the stars.

"Heaven is unfair, you should be killed!"

On the bright starry sky, Yan Qing raised his head to the sky and roared, and another mouthful of blood came out of his throat, spraying on the killing tablet for the second time, and his voice was a little hysterical.

The Extreme Dao Killing Monument was like turning into an entity, bursting with a terrifying will.

It's just that Yan Qing didn't know that at this moment, he was being affected by an extremely terrifying will, as if he had lost his mind, and roared out an extremely heart-wrenching sound. However, this sound made his will reach its peak, and it was surging wildly, seemingly overwhelming, and the entire starry sky was skyrocketed.

At this time, a will to kill the sky suddenly burst out from every part of his body, from the depths of his soul, and merged into the killing stele.

And the Extreme Dao Killing Monument turned into a real stone tablet and slashed towards the stars.

Even the sky dares to kill, why be afraid of the little stars?

Rumble!

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