Holding the black and white Dao sword in his hand, Fang He's momentum also underwent earth-shaking changes, although it was not as good as the Blood Lord, it was by no means a level that ordinary Saint Realm or even God Realm cultivators could achieve.

Not only that, but the unknown avenues that represented the rules of death that surrounded him also began to retreat due to his momentum, and some of the ones that had time to avoid in the future were swallowed by the black and white Dao sword.

Under the pressure of the Blood Lord, Fang He finally realized, and it was a complete enlightenment.

Since there are only rules of death in the unknown avenues, let yourself be alive, so as to absorb these unknown avenues with yourself.

In this way, his avenue is no longer limited to the Divine Desolation, at least it is at the same level as this unknown avenue.

Facing Fang He, who had been able to break through the Great Dao, the Blood Lord suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart, although he had long known that his fate was doomed, but it was still a little difficult to accept when this kind of thing really happened.

At this time, the blood lord no longer wants to fight, it is useless to fight anyway, it is better to enjoy the final ending.

Yes, it's time for him to come to an end, because his mission is accomplished.

As mentioned earlier, the reason why he was able to resurrect and reach his current level was because someone needed him to stimulate Fang He, if Fang He couldn't break through from it, he would be able to become the only master of the Divine Desolation, this was the promise given to him by the people who asked him to do things, and it was also the only chance for him to continue to survive.

However, destined is destined, even if he quietly uses the Pure Land creatures as nourishment and is promoted again on the basis of the people behind the scenes, he still can't escape the fate set for him by others.

For the Blood Lord, the resurrection is naturally a happy event, but the price of the resurrection is so sad.

As the saying goes, there are no real evil people, and there are no real good people, but they are treated differently from different perspectives.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is evil, and he is heinous, after all, he has caused countless killings; But from his point of view, he is not wrong, because he just wants to live, to be able to control his own destiny.

In the eyes of the Blood Lord, he was only at the mercy of others after his resurrection, but he had been chosen from the beginning, if it weren't for this, how could he, who was originally as righteous as Fang He, get this bloody exercise so coincidentally?

If not, how can the man behind the curtain use flesh to resurrect him?

When Fang He's momentum was completely stabilized, the blood lord's emotions also calmed down, although he was not willing to accept this doomed reality, but it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to get rid of the control of the people behind the scenes at the cost of death.

Moreover, although what he left behind was an infamy for the Divine Desolation, at least it was an indelible stroke in the history of the Divine Desolate Continent.

After calming down, the blood lord also dispersed the blood qi of his whole body, dragging his body like a skeleton and slowly came to Fang He's approach.

"Fang He, let's do it."

After speaking, in a burst of sighs, the blood lord closed his eyes.

The appearance of the Blood Lord made Fang He, who should have done something with a sword, suddenly feel a little unbearable, and after looking at it for a long time, he slowly raised the black and white Dao Sword in his hand, and then slashed towards the Blood Lord......

However, after waiting for a long time, the blood lord's figure was still upright, even if it was like dry wood, he still stood straight.

The Blood Lord was not dead, Fang He's sword did not fall on him, but on an invisible rule beside the Blood Lord.

"Why?"

This time it was the blood lord's turn to be puzzled, he who had already put on a posture of being beaten upright, he really couldn't figure out why Fang He would let him go.

"In a sense, we're all the same kind of people, but we're being manipulated in different ways."

Fang He's words echoed in the blood lord's heart like a Hong Zhong, looking at Fang He's back as he gradually moved away, he couldn't help but smile dumbly:

"So he already knew."

As soon as the words fell, they were swallowed up by a ray of light from the Pure Land.

That is the light of reincarnation, and it is also the connection of the true body of the reincarnation bridge.

In other words, Fang He not only didn't kill him, but also gave him a chance.

At this point, there was no such person as a blood lord in the world, and the sins he created also ended with Fang He stepping into the Pure Land.

Fang He, who possessed a higher level of avenue than the Divine Desolate Dao, was already regarded as a supreme existence for the current Divine Desolate creatures, which gave him the foundation to enter the creation as the inheritor of his Divine Desolate Origin.

Therefore, after finding out the identity of the Pure Land creatures who had lost their lives to the Blood Lord, he stepped into the Creation that Nan Liyue had once been unable to enter.

The purpose of this trip is to bring back the vitality of these creatures who died because of the blood lord, which is his promise to the creatures of the Pure Land after coming to the Pure Land, and it is also his responsibility as the inheritor of the origin of the gods.

Of course, this can also be said to be a kind of self-redemption, after all, the murder created by the blood lord is also caused by him.

If there was no Fang He, or Fang He's identity was not so special, naturally there would be no people behind the scenes, and the origin of the Divine Desolation would not be controlled by the people behind the scenes and sacrifice themselves to fulfill Fang He.

If there were no such things, the fate of the desolate creatures might not have been doomed, the ancient spirit sect's path to heaven might not have failed, and the so-called heaven and earth catastrophe might not have come.

But there are so many ifs in the world, and there are only established routes and doomed fates.

Since it is a given, it can only be changed unless the person or other creature who uses the external force is strong enough to ignore all rules to get out of this destiny and change it.

Obviously, Fang He did not belong to this kind of person, although he already had the foundation to enter the Creation, but strength was the ultimate key.

Therefore, Fang He's journey of creation could only end in failure, and he could only stand in front of the Pure Land creatures again with apologies.

"I'm sorry!"

It was just three simple words, but Fang He used the Great Dao as a medium to spread throughout the entire Pure Land and to the ears of all the Pure Land creatures.

But these simple three words made the Divine Desolate beings admire Fang He even more, after all, with Fang He's identity, there is no need to apologize at all, and there is no need to care about the life or death of the Desolate beings.

In this way, the hearts of the desolate creatures were firmly tied to Fang He, and they respected him as the master.

This is the respect for him from the heart, not the recognition of the strong man who guarded the origin spirit realm that had been left to Fang He by the Divine Desolation Origin.

From now on, they were no longer afraid of the Heaven and Earth Tribulation, nor would they escape the Heaven and Earth Tribulation, but planned to face it with Fang He and the others, even if it would bring unnecessary death, they would not have any complaints.

Fang He didn't know whether it was good or bad, and he didn't know if it would be doomed, but since this was the choice of all living beings, he could only conform to the people's will and be their master, and then try his best to resist the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and then make the decision for them!

Speechless, silent, the Pure Land, which was originally full of sores and ruins due to the matter of the Blood Lord, also became calm and peaceful, so that the origin that was transplanted into the Pure Land by Fang He also showed signs of strengthening.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.