No one knew what was going on, but when they heard a loud voice, their hearts couldn't help but tremble, and they stayed in place for a moment.

Above the endless sky, there was no longer a blood mist, but a pitch black, and the swallowing clouds became the only color.

With a swing of the huge tail, the swallowing cloud was like a divine whale, opening its mouth to swallow towards a round of scarlet moon.

Such a scene cannot be seen by the people in the last ten cities, and those who are close cannot see it, but those who are far away do not have such good eyesight, so only a few people can see it.

Uncle Qian in the first city can see it.

Uncle Qian stood at the top of the city, far away from the center of the distance, and saw the swallowing clouds leap up, like a divine whale jumping out of the water, swallowing the scarlet moon.

A loud voice came, like a thousand angry waves.

Swallowing clouds turned over and fell, and there was a sound of waves again.

Uncle Qian didn't bother to brush his goatee, let it struggle in the wind, and sighed: "For thousands of years, no one can swallow the clouds, but now there is someone who can drive it." The last city should also come out. ”

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Click?!

It was unusually crisp, like the sound of a blade snapping.

Wang Shi could clearly feel that the middle of his right hand was much lighter, and it seemed that only half of the knife was left in his hand. And his soul seems to have been pulled out, like duckweed, which has nothing to do with anything, and can be blown far away with a light breath.

The pain had become numb, and Wang Shi didn't know how to open his eyes and looked ahead.

A shattered void!

It was no longer blood-red, but pitch black, mixed with many gray colors, all of which were representations of death.

There are countless meteorites scattered in it, gray in color, and ugly in appearance, even weeds that do not pick the soil will be disgusted. In addition to these irregular meteorites, there are countless fragments, just like the riverbank after a flood swallowed countless villages, everything is mixed in it, stumps, bones, bladed crockpot fragments......

These messes floated in the void as if they hadn't moved for thousands of years.

Wang Shi lowered his head slightly, and saw a blood-red color.

Swallowing Cloud was still under Wang Shi's body, slowly dancing its tail fins, swimming in this void, becoming the only bright color in it.

Originally, the body of Swallowing Cloud was comparable to heaven and earth, but now it was just a small fish in this void, and its swimming speed was naturally slower.

At the last moment, Wang Shi slashed out the knife in his hand and broke through the original killing realm, and Swallow Yun naturally did not collide with it, and broke in with Wang Shi.

Like Wang Shi, Swallow Cloud also experienced the feeling of withdrawing its soul, and now it doesn't have much consciousness, so it has forgotten the purpose of killing Wang Shi, and just roams here as it pleases.

Sure enough, as Wang Shi expected, this is the real killing realm! Only here is the real murderous aura! Only when you come here can you truly liberate the demon sword and hate killing.

However, the scene was completely different from what I expected.

Wang Shi looked down at his right hand, the demon knife was full of cracks, and there were countless cracks, and even rusty, like a knife that had just been excavated from the ancient battlefield.

"Old friend, is this what you used to be?" Wang Shi asked softly.

The knife is silent, but it can answer Wang Shi.

If it weren't for the Demon Knife Disgust Killing, which burst out with strong strength at the last moment and broke through the sky, the current Wang Shi would probably have been knocked into ashes. All this, of course, came from Wang Shi's life, which made the demon knife burst out with its last strength.

From beginning to end, Wang Shi regarded the demon knife as his friend.

The only thing that can accompany him to the present is the demon knife.

Sometimes, a demon knife who can't speak is more suitable to be a friend than a person who can talk.

Since it was entrusted with his life, the demon knife hated killing and naturally released all his power, and together with Wang Shi, he cut off the last confinement.

This is the last seal of the Demon Knife Disgusting Kill!

It's just that the result far exceeded Wang Shi's expectations. After all, things in the world are unpredictable, but sometimes the gap is too big to accept.

"I forced you to kill yourself. Wang Shi couldn't help but whisper.

The demon knife slashed at itself, breaking the last seal, exhausting the murderous energy, and unlocking Wang Shi's true face. However, its true face is not extremely strong, but so miserable.

"Actually, I should have died a long time ago. The demon knife was disgusted with killing, so in response to his master's words.

Wang Shi's consciousness gradually cleared up, and he stood up and looked around.

Eyes full of death.

After looking at it for a long time, Wang Shi looked down at the tired of killing, and said, "No wonder you call it tired of killing, you are really tired of killing." If you do too much of a thing, you will become addicted, but what about after you become addicted? No matter how big the addiction is, you will eventually get tired of it. The reason why people in this world don't get tired is because they don't live long enough. You've lived a long life, old friend, so you're tired of everything. ”

There was a long silence.

Then, the Demon Sword Disgust began to speak, saying words that only Wang Shi could hear.

It is telling story after story, generation after master, and countless souls under his sword. The voice is old, not heavy, old, slow, and not so coherent. There are many things, and there are always things that cannot be remembered, and after a long time, there are always things that are forgotten.

Wang Shi was listening quietly, word by word.

Tunyun didn't have any thoughts, he was swimming all by his heart, like a newborn fish, naturally going anywhere.

In this eternal shattered void, there is no concept.

There are too many stories to count, just like the books squeezed down layer after layer in the old master's house, and the grandfather who has been so long that he has been too grandfather to end up with crumbs and mixed with the dirt.

It may be a day or two, or a year or two, and the demon knife hated killing and slowly said everything he remembered, and finally seemed to shake his head and said: "I can't remember, I can't remember ......."

The ninth swordsman on the nameless list, when he heard the name of the demon knife hating killing, called it "killing all gods". Compared with the name "aversion to killing", people actually prefer to call it "killing all gods", because this knife has really killed ten thousand gods.

However, in the Great War of All Races, and the countless great battles that followed, how many gods and spirits had been killed by this sword? The void here is a corner of the battle, which shows how many battles have taken place in the endless long river of history.

The knife is now scarred, rusty, and old.

This is really an "old friend".

By now, in fact, it is no longer possible to distinguish whether Wang Shi is tired of killing or killing Wang Shi, and there is no need to distinguish at all.

Wang Shi gently brushed the blade of the knife with his hand and said, "Old friends, at least we are still friends with each other. ”

"You're going to die. ”

"People are on the way to death. Who wouldn't die?"

"You can live a long time. ”

"Does it matter how long you live?"

"As long as you live a long time, you can do a lot of things, at least you can get to the top. ”

Wang Shi suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, that's what I really want to do." If I didn't like fighting, you wouldn't have chosen me. There's a lot of stuff I want to do, and there's a lot of stuff waiting for me to do. It is indeed possible to live for a long time. But you're an old friend of mine!"

Disgusted with killing no longer made any sound, like a really old knife, lying quietly in Wang Shi's hand.

No one has ever considered a knife a friend.

"I only have an old friend like you!"

Wang Shi smiled, smiling brightly, he hadn't smiled so brightly for a long time.

Tang Tian, Zhuang Kai, Song Sheng...... These people are all friends of Wang Shi, as well as Zhao Wenqi, who is like a brother, Nan Huaile and Hua Tiezhu, who are confidantes Yu Honglian, and Ning Yi, who is destined to die, and that damn Li Yixian......

I was lucky to meet these people, and Wang Shi was not alone.

However, after all, this road must be walked by Wang Shi alone, and he can only walk alone.

Only the demon knife can accompany him, and he only has this old friend.

Walking alone is too lonely after all.

Most people, born in their youth, died in their youth, not from despair of the world, but from loneliness, and no longer have the strength to move forward.

There's also an old friend here, and he can always go on.

Wang Shi looked down at the demon knife and was disgusted with killing, his left hand was gently brushed, and a stream of blood flowed out of his body, slowly flowing towards the already broken blade.

Cracks, starting to merge, rust, starting to peel, chips, starting to heal......

All along, Wang Shi has relied on the power of the demon knife, and the demon knife is constantly devouring Wang Shi's vitality. What's more, Wang Shi himself still has a very serious "disease", and now he is just suppressing it by the technique of cutting needles. When he was talking to the actor, Wang Shi said that he would not live for a hundred years.

Now, Wang Shi broke through the last seal, thinking that he could liberate the power of the demon sword, but found that he had long lost the power of Disgusting Killing, and he also completely crushed its last line of defense.

This knife has long been "tired of killing", it no longer kills, like an old pawn in a lonely city, how can it have the strength? It is just absorbing Wang Shi's life to survive.

Now fully liberated, it has undoubtedly hastened its demise.

Wang Shi would not completely give his life to the demon knife, nor would he let the demon knife maintain such a miserable appearance. Even if we end up dying, it shouldn't be so bleak.

In just an instant, the almost scrapped demon knife was repaired, and the pitch-black and smooth blade was restored again, like a sturdy youth.

Wang Shi lowered his head, patted the swallowing cloud under his feet, and said softly, "Let's go out." ”

Swallowing Cloud roared, and suddenly leaped forward, swimming towards a certain void.

Wang Shi's face was calm, and there was a customary smile on the corner of his mouth.

The blood-red swallowing cloud flashed in the black void and swam out, Wang Shi's long hair fluttered, but a little snow grew at the root of his hair.