Isn't this murder?

This sword, maybe it's stopping the old man from saying something?

The old man's blood splashed on their bodies, scorching their nerves, they felt the heat of the blood, and also felt the old man's anger and unwillingness.

This old man, whose means are quite extraordinary, has studied the Great Substitute Death Array very thoroughly, and can deceive the heavens and the supreme figures, but he still has not escaped this catastrophe.

This group of geniuses who have not yet grown up look at each other here, their hearts are full of grief and indignation, but no one dares to speak, and there is silence in the bag.

Outside the Qiankun bag, the sky collapsed, the magma on the ground splattered, the heavenly fire flew down, and the flying sword slashed the creatures in the heaven and earth, just like the Shura hell.

People shouted and horses neighed, and ghosts cried and howled.

In the altar, the old man's body gradually plumped, and a large number of life elements continued his longevity....... his state, and climbed to the top step by step.

His body is now full of life, and his eyes are bright.

There is no longer the slightest dead air in his body, replaced by surging vitality, and the curse and ominousness in his body have been replaced by this life element......

His face was ruddy, with fairy wind and bones, and he looked like a master. However, his expression was sad, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

A long sigh made the grass and trees sad, and made the heavens and the earth weep. In the Xiaoyao Gate, shrouded in this thick sadness, even those geniuses in the Qiankun bag could feel the thick sadness.

"Annihilation!"

He sighed softly.

The flames and swords in the sky, the magma on the ground disappeared out of thin air, and the altar also disappeared into the void. He stood at the top of the peaks, looking down at the entire Easy Gate. Dressed in white, he descended to earth like a drop of immortals.

In the Xiaoyao Gate, there was a mess, and the monks in the Xiaoyao Gate were sacked in this catastrophe.

On the ground, the monk's blood had not yet dried, and a gust of wind blew, and even in this wind, there was a smell of blood.

There are wandering spirits floating here, and it is the obsession of unwilling heroic spirits wandering here.

He let out a long sigh, and in the sky, dark clouds covered the moon, and rain poured down, as if the heavens were also weeping for it. His emotions seemed to interfere with the will of this heaven and earth.

The torrential rain washed away the sins that had just happened in the free gate. He stood at the top, looking down at the gate, as if he were a stone, motionless.

No one knows what he thinks, no one knows why he did this....... the entire Xiaoyao Gate was ransacked and slaughtered, and he extended his life, should this be sadness or joy for him?

No one knows, he is simply a stone, and his sorrow and joy, no one can probe and understand.

His body was drenched with rain, and there was rain dripping down his hair, and his cheeks were wet, and I don't know if it was rain or tears.

His gaze became very hollow.

He saw a cloth bag, floating in the wind and rain, and his eyes gradually had a focus, and he was staring at this cloth bag.

He let out a long sigh.

"I hope this generation can surprise me a little bit. ”

It was as if he was talking to himself.

Under his gaze, the cloth bag suddenly exploded, and the group of apprentices in the Easy Gate, who hit the students of the Oriental Wizards Academy, fell on this land.

The morning dawn is shining, and the wind and rain are still there.

This extraordinary person has disappeared into the void, Xiaoyaomen has experienced a catastrophe, things are not people, the mountain gate of Xiaoyaomen is still the same, the scenery is still the same, but there are no people in the past.

On the ground, there was a divine soldier with a broken handle, and occasionally, a shriveled corpse, which turned into dust as soon as people touched it.

In the free gate, except for this group of children, there is no way to live

"Elder!"

Bai Qingman suddenly jumped out, and ran madly towards the top of the mountain, on the jade-paved road, a corpse fell on the side of the road, his body was shriveled, missing an arm, his eyes were not closed, bulging out, very scary.

"Elder!" Bai Qingman pounced on him, her words were terrible, and she was roaring.

This is Elder Zhu of the lecture hall, he has lived for many lifetimes, although his cultivation is not high, but he has been in the lecture hall, and he has prestige in the Xiaoyao Gate, but now, he is dead here

The apprentices in the lecture hall pounced on them one by one, and their cries moved the sky.

"Rest in peace, I will avenge you, as long as we are here, the Easy Gate is here!"

In the midst of the cries of this group of children, Xiao Guoguo walked out, he is now the head of the house, and he has the responsibility to settle this group of children, although he is also a child and he has become very serious now.

At this moment, he incarnated into a big tree that could be relied on and could shield everyone from the wind and rain

"Xiaoyaomen will not be extinguished!" Xiao Guoguo's voice was not loud, but very resolute, "Xiaoyaomen will not be extinguished, we have to rebuild Xiaoyaomen, no matter who he is, one day, we will settle accounts with him!"

At this time, Gu Fengchen also knew how to do it.

They should be Xiao Guoguo's backing, originally, they came to Xiaoyaomen to look for trouble, but now, Xiaoyaomen seems to have become their trouble.

Originally, Xiao Guoguo, the head of the house, should have done a more majestic job, but now it is very miserable.

"Master, what should we do?"

This group of apprentices, who had grown up under the wings of their elders for a long time, suddenly lost their backers, and they were a bit of a six-godless master.

"Wipe away your tears, we're going to rebuild the Gate!"

Xiao Guoguo's answer was very firm, "We have to work hard to improve, and we have to work hard to improve, and one day, we will find the murderer behind this and cut off his head!"

Xiao Guoguo was very firm, and when he spoke, he was a nail on the board, as if his words had alarmed the will of heaven, and a strange feeling rose in everyone's hearts, as if, his words would definitely come true

At this time, the person who started the natural disaster appeared on a path under the city wall outside the Xiaoyao Gate, and gradually walked into the depths of the clouds, and he walked farther and farther, this road led to the void, and around, there were stars turning.

Suddenly, he stopped, he stopped, and a very uneasy feeling rose from his heart, and a voice rang in his ears, and this voice seemed to hold the will of heaven.

"One day, we will find the murderer behind this and cut off his head!"

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and in the dark, the voice came here, could it be the will of heaven, could it be that God is prompting, will he go to such a path in the future?

However, there was a hint of joy on his face, which was really incomprehensible.

Behind him, a chariot suddenly appeared, overtook him from the air and stopped in front of him.

On the chariot, there was a friar, he was wearing a long dress, and she looked very gorgeous, but in her hand, she held a spear, and on the spear, it exuded the smell of death.

The chariot was pulled by the phantom of the six high-level Seraphs, which was the great mana they left behind, which continued to power the chariot, and in the most difficult times, they could also rely on this phantom to return to its place.

"You still started a natural disaster, so many old friends persuaded you, why didn't you listen?"

The friar in the chariot had a look of disbelief. She's talking.

"It is my duty to guard the heavens, and I can't involve all the heavens and all the tribes," he said, "and I don't want the catastrophe to come again." ”

His eyes were a little moist.

"I know what they mean, and I know what you mean, but, I don't have a choice"

"You're doing something harmful."

The friar's face showed a look of grief and indignation, and she was very angry.

"Do you think I'm not in pain? My pain, who understands? They all have my blood on their bodies, and every time the sun sets, I will look at them from afar, but I know that sooner or later, they will sacrifice for my mission Perhaps, this is my life, and it is also their life."

"You're so ruthless! Perhaps, you're just here to live forever!" the friar's face was full of anger.

"Changsheng, do you think I'm not in pain when I'm alive now? Endless wars and killings guard a lonely city, and no one can set foot on it."

He was roaring.

"However, this is my life, and I will always stick to my mission until one day, I will also become one of the boundless dry bones, this is my life, I left that group of teenagers, hoping that from within, there will be someone who can replace me to fight, just as I walked out of the free gate back then. ”

Tears were rolling down the corners of his eyes

"I see a glimpse of the future, and maybe I can be relieved. He was talking to himself.

"You can't be freed, you've become a demon!"

The friar, who was on the chariot, said coldly, "You have become a demon!"

However, she did not block his way any longer, and the chariot flew up, giving him a passage.

"One day, my gun will go to your chest!"

The friar was saying that although she had made way for him, her words were very unkind.

"There won't be a day when it's goodbye. He said, "Farewell, you can't either, can't you smile at me?"

The voice of the latter part of his sentence was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

He took a step, his steps were firm, and he didn't look back.

She paused for a moment, drove the chariot, and without looking back, a long sigh came out of her mouth and into his ears.

There was also a hint of a smile on his serious and sad face. (To be continued.) )