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In the crack of the sky, three peerless powerhouses were vaguely seen engaged in earth-shattering battles.

In front of me, it seems that this colorful world has lost its original inherent color, and the mountains, rivers, flowers and trees are all gray.

This is the secret realm of this Ink Rain Mountain. To the south is a grassy plain, to the west is a desert, and to the east is a lake. To the north, on the other hand, is a knife-cut cliff with many birds roaming on it.

Sand...

It was dark day and night, and a desolate wind blew here.

In the gray world, the cliffs are littered with blood, the cliff debris is scarlet, and there are dozens of corpses lying on the ground, all of which are extremely familiar faces...

There was a dead silence.

Central.

A dark-skinned young man with a hippie smile was half-kneeling on the ground, his head lowered, and he couldn't speak again, and there were hundreds of broken swords and pens scattered on the ground, which contained ~ a large ~ piece of blood turned into ink, and the body was not seen when he died.

In the corner, countless ordinary male and female leaders who were originally indifferent also died indifferently at this time, and their faces were still expressionless from beginning to end, but they could vaguely see some regret in the depths of their eyes.

on the edge.

Lin Yuqing, who used the taboo technique to burn her life and turned into an old woman again, was lying in the corner, her old face with a huge unwillingness before she died, as if she was expecting someone to arrive, but she couldn't hold out until that person's arrival.

Here, only an unrecognizable corpse remained, silent to death.

"They're all dead. ”

A sigh of indifference, as always, suddenly sounded.

He was the only one alive in the group on the blood-stained cliff face covered in blood and corpses, and he stood there looking at the corpses around him and whispered, his face expressionless.

This is a handsome young man wielding a broken and bloody folding fan.

He broke an arm at this time, and his eyes were directly blinded, but he turned into a one-eyed body and was seriously injured, but he still had no expression, as if he was born so indifferent, and he suddenly waved the folding fan in his hand now...

Giggle.

In front of him were three monsters half-kneeling on the ground, and he was suddenly beheaded by Makueleven under the terrifying gaze of Makuel. Blood gushed like a waterfall, with a strange mass of black bugs in it.

But before he died, he uttered his last words. "How is it possible? a group of third-order miscellaneous people who don't even have a fourth-order can kill us who have already stepped into the fifth-order?!! us... Unwilling. ”

Makueleven lowered his head and looked at the person who had three heads cut off but still flashed with viciousness and unwillingness.

"They are all strong, not inferior to me, we are fighting with our lives with our lives at this time, and you died as you deserved. Makueleven muttered but didn't speak again, slowly turning his head to look at the corpse beside him again.

On the edge, the pig's head three turned into handsome scholars and fell in a pool of blood on this cliff, and the four heavenly kings beside him had also died. And Wen Wanhuan and the seven spell masters also ended up like this.

Among them was the body of a silent middle-aged man.

It was Bong Mi, whose whereabouts were extremely strange, that for some reason he reunited with this group of people and fought against this terrifying fifth-order monster, and finally died at the same time.

This is just like the ending of the battle against Li Yingmo in the Poison Mist Valley, but there was no miracle, but it went to a diametrically opposite inevitable death.

"It's a bit ironic. ”

Makueleven's tone was so flat that there were no emotional ups and downs, and his tone always seemed to be a simple statement: "Three forces that are hostile to each other and have their own evil intentions have gathered together to fight against each other, and in the end they all died together. ”

The indifferent young man, covered in white and covered in blood, was silent again.

"It's fate, forget it, let's bury it together. ”

He spoke to himself again.

Then there was a shock to the hand, a huge pit appeared on the ground, and an unrecognizable corpse rose out of thin air, Lin Yuqing, the He family brothers, the pig's head Sanyi, Wen Wanwei, Feng Mi, Yu Yinggu....

All these people who died in the battle were thrown into the pit by him and buried in an instant.

Then with another move, a stone slab was pulled off the stone wall on the cliff out of thin air, and the stone slab stood on top of this huge earthen bag, standing in front of him and sighing slowly.

"Your death is meaningless, because your future is a hundred times stronger than this inferior pseudo-fifth-order, but you are all dead at this time, and you can no longer have a future. ”

He waved his hand suddenly, thought for a moment, and finally slowly wrote down the cause of death as an epitaph on the edge of this tombstone: "The third-order people have done the act of cutting down the heavens, and they will end up here with the fifth-order." ”

"Since your death is meaningless..."

When he said this, he waved his hand and wrote a few big words in the center of this huge stone slab, "Since it is a joint burial of everyone, then I won't write my name one by one, let's call it 'Hero's Tomb'." ”

After Mu Eleven did these things, he slowly turned his head again, looked at a dead baby at his feet, and after a long silence, gently and gently hugged him into his arms, and sighed, "You have only been born for a short time, and you even went to sacrifice your life..."

A moment later.

A small earthen bag was erected, and a wordless tombstone appeared on it again.

Curtain Eleven suddenly half-squatted in front of this small tomb, he didn't write the inscription as indifferently as before, he stood in front of the tombstone and muttered for a long time, and for some reason, he actually recalled the previous scene...

Brush.

Fragments like a marquee suddenly appeared in my heart, a little baby pestering an indifferent young man in white, constantly recognizing the laughter of his father.

"Godfather, godfather, are you good at being the godfather of Xiaoyingge...."

"Xiao Yingge's father just died, I can't be without father's love in the process of growing up...."

"Introduction, this is my father, my father...."

"Xiao Yingge's family is ruined, is it okay for Daddy to help Xiao Yingge take revenge?"

.....

"Forget it. Makueleven suddenly sighed.

Just like he has a cold temperament, since he was a child~ he has no joy or sorrow like him, and I don't know why there is a strange sadness in my heart, and I suddenly slowly wrote a few big words on the tombstone: "Love ~ The Tomb of the Female Yingge." ”

After doing these things, he slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, looking up into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking, but his face remained as flat as ever, as if the death of the group had nothing to do with him.

Sitting behind the cliff, there are two graves, one large and one small.

Sand......

In the small gray world that kept collapsing, a cool breeze suddenly blew again.

"Some want to drink tea. ”

He sat on the cliff and looked up at the earth-shattering battle in the sky, and suddenly sighed softly.

Then his eyes swept around, and his eyes suddenly flashed a trace of helplessness, so he waved at random, and a weed on the edge of the cliff suddenly flew out, and was suddenly baked by spiritual power, soaked in water, and put into a simple stone cup.

Thundered!!!

There was an explosion in the cracks in the sky, and the aftermath of the three-man battle continued to collapse the gray world.

"This is the Near Immortal?"

He slowly looked up at the battle in the sky again, looking at the three huge lights and shadows that flickered and flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking, he raised his hand to lift the weed-soaked cup, took a sip gently, and muttered to himself: "This is not tea, it is still a little bitter." ”

Then there was silence again for a moment.

He got up suddenly, walked lightly to the pillar of light projected between heaven and earth, and slowly rose to the sky in the pillar of light, his eyes flashing with surprise and great puzzle.

"For the first time in my life, this weird complex feeling was born in my mind. ”

"I actually have a strong desire to take revenge on someone, this is the human emotion?" Looking at the terrifying figure in the sky, I remembered Xiao Yingge's words before he died.

He suddenly looked at the terrifying figure of the demon ~ Yan in the sky, and for the first time he began to mumble in an extremely cold and complex tone. "Is there no god in the gods?"

(To be continued.) )