In this unknown darkness, there was a blood-colored crescent moon hanging in the sky, the moonlight was red, and the atmosphere was very strange.

"I should go, you have to get stronger quickly, they are about to die, and they won't be able to hold on for long......" The voice of the young man in Tsing Yi was a little sad, and as soon as he finished speaking, the figure slowly faded away.

Yan Qing walked up quickly, stretched out her hand and grabbed it, but she didn't catch anything.

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Yan Qing suppressed the violent shock in her heart and roared in a low voice. However, the young man in Tsing Yi had faded away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a voice with a faint lamentation.

"It's your fate......"

"Fate, what fate?"

Yan Qing yelled, but in this darkness, he was the only one left standing quietly.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

Yan Qing looked up to the sky and roared, her face a little hideous.

"Ahh

Yan Qing couldn't get catharsis in her heart, she had been suppressed, and she couldn't help but yell at this time. After the roar, he couldn't do anything, still didn't know anything, and could only stand quietly, standing there motionless like a wooden clay sculpture.

I don't know how long time has passed, and Yan Qing seems to have melted into this darkness, making it impossible for anyone to feel his presence.

I don't know when, Yan Qing quietly and slowly continued to walk towards the darkness.

What is the end of the darkness?

Maybe it's Tiandi Mountain, maybe it's not.

Yan Qing had no choice but to keep going.

It was still dark, you couldn't see anything, you didn't know what was beneath your feet, it seemed to be a slope.

Yan Qing walked quietly, expressionless and a little numb, although she wanted to stop, but her feet couldn't stop.

Perhaps, as the young man in Tsing Yi said, this is fate.

"Fate?haha......"

The laughter was soft, faint, but somewhat sad and wisps.

It's a mountain.

Yan Qing found himself going up the mountain, and as for whether the mountain under his feet was the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, he didn't know.

Quite possibly, though.

In front, Yan Qing saw a shadow, the shadow was extremely blurry, not to mention the appearance, even the clothes couldn't be seen.

I only know that it is a shadow, a shadow of a person.

He was also going up the mountain.

Quietly.

Gradually, Yan Qing saw the second shadow, the second shadow was the same as the first shadow, incomparably beautiful, quiet.

One, two, three......

More and more shadows appeared, in front of them, or behind them, or to the left and right.

There was not a trace of sound here, it was very quiet, but Yan Qing didn't hear her heartbeat. It was as if his heart had fallen silent and no longer beating.

Each of these figures was very quiet, walking quietly in the darkness, step by step up the mountain.

There were no footsteps, no wheezing, no talking.

Because they are shadows.

Everyone was walking quietly, no one paying attention to anyone, or seeing anyone.

This scene was very weird, but Yan Qing was still expressionless, a little numb, and didn't do anything, just walking quietly.

Ignoring other people, no curiosity.

Who are they?

Why is it here?

What do you do up the mountain?

And what's on the mountain?

Yan Qing didn't think about it, she just walked quietly, like a shadow, silent, quiet and quiet.

There is no sorrow and no joy.

As they walked, Yan Qing found that the shadow in front of them had stopped, and there was a stone tablet a hundred zhang high in front of them. The stele is simple and unpretentious, with traces of time, and there is a blood-colored character on it.

Or the big words that bleed.

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

Blood, bright red and bright.

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

Whose blood is that?

Yan Qing didn't know, just stood quietly, her eyes falling on the stone tablet.

Kill!

This is an ancient character on the stone tablet, although Yan Qing doesn't know it, but he knows that it is a killing word. Moreover, he doesn't have to look to know it.

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

That sky-high murderous aura had already condensed into substance, shaped like a big sword, straight into the sky.

Blood is flowing down from the sky, along with the murderous aura that has condensed into substance.

Seven Killing Town Heavenly Monument!

This is a legendary existence, no one thinks it exists, but it exists in front of Yan Qing's eyes now.

"Heaven is unfair, you should be killed!"

A voice rang out from the stele, no anger, no roar, no roar, just faint, somewhat cold and ruthless.

This voice was somewhat familiar, Yan Qing seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Yes, this was the voice of the Thirteenth Emperor, he had heard it twice before.

The first time was on the Shenzang Stone Island, when the sky was sprinkled with blood and rain, and the second time was when the Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist was cultivated and the soul returned to ancient times.

"The day I am reborn will be the time when blood will wash the heavens and all the worlds!"

This is the roar of the Thirteenth Emperor of the Ancient Thirteenth Dynasty after his death, a fierce man who once killed all the heavens and all the worlds. It's just that no one would have thought of it, and they didn't dare to think that he would even kill the sky......

Moreover, it was really killed.

Yan Qing saw that the sky had broken and was bleeding.

Seven Kills Zhentian Monument, this is the first kill of the Thirteenth Emperor.

At this point, the shadows continued to walk up the hill, but the first Killing Monument had blocked their way. If you want to go up the mountain, you must step on the first killing monument.

So, these shadows stepped on it.

However, this shadow fell one by one in front of Yan Qing's eyes, and finally returned to darkness, which was also silent. Yan Qingpan sat down, and the remaining shadows also sat down, staring silently at the killing word.

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

Only if they are recognized by the killing intent, or if they are fused with the killing intent, they can step over the killing monument and continue to walk up the mountain.

"Fate?"

A voice sounded in Yan Qing's mind, it was his own voice.

The killing intent in the killing word permeated the whole body, slowly invading the soul, raging the entire body, making Yan Qing's whole body tremble. However, at this moment, Yan Qing suddenly stood up, although his body began to shatter little by little, scattered piece by piece, but he walked straight towards the killing monument, ignoring the killing intent.

No pain, no consciousness.

As he walked, the black and white fog circle that had been suspended in his mind began to spin wildly.

One black, one white......

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 to the killing monument, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the killing word, and then looked up to the sky and roared.

A murderous aura burst out from his body and went straight to the sky.

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