The original white robe also turned dark red, and the strong bloody breath enveloped him, he stayed away from the crowd, his bloody face was crossed with tears, curled up, lonely and helpless hiding in the dark stone crevices, he wanted to hide himself with the darkness, face the darkness alone, and endure the deepest pain.

In the darkness, his body trembled, he, fear, fear, so he did not dare to close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see the woman's smiling head raised high, and then trampled to pieces, and he would see the kind old man spitting blood from his mouth. He never thought that he was so fragile and unbearable.

An illusory figure flew out of Xingyue's cloth bag, and the little ghost looked at the master who was huddled on the ground trembling, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and bean-sized tears kept sliding down her eyes, is this still the master with an invincible demeanor?

Then, the little ghost took out a clean silk scarf from Xingyue's pocket, gently wiped the wound for Xingyue, but shouted helplessly in his heart: "Master, you must be strong." ”

The days passed, every day the sun rose, he would be transported to the battlefield, experience the bloody battle, he understood, tomorrow, he might die, but as long as he is not dead at this moment, he will kill like crazy, every day there are no less than a dozen people who die in his hands, and his originally radiant eyes are becoming more and more dead, and the godless eyes have also turned blood-red.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, his clothes had long been torn, and now he was wrapped in rags that had been torn from the corpses of the battlefield, layer after layer of cloth around his body, the broken strips of cloth were covered with thick blood scabs, and he was far away from the crowd, his back against the tombstone, sitting in a vast cemetery, with a blood-red sword inserted by his side.

Since that day, he hadn't seen Ye Qing again, he wandered in many gathering places, wandering on the battlefield, struggling hard, waiting to be killed.

Xingyue, who was leaning on the tombstone, raised his head slightly, his face was covered with dust and blood scabs, and his head was gray and unkempt hair that was glued into strands of blood scabs, he lazily opened his sleepy eyes, and the endless silence diffused throughout the space, making the air become solemn.

Looking at the white of the sky, Xingyue stretched out his big black hand, and grasped the hilt of the blood-colored sword beside him, and now the amber divine sword does not have the sacredness and brilliance of the amber color before, some are just blood and killing, blood amber, is the new name that Xingyue gave it, and it also gladly accepted it.

After the "buzzing" sound, a white pillar of light shot into the sky, enveloping the star and moon, and then, leading him into the battlefield.

When the white light disappeared, Xingyue, who was sloppy, stood in the middle of the battlefield with a divine sword in his hand.

"The Emperor of the Array, it turned out to be the Emperor of the Array. ”

People looked at the battlefield in the dark stars and moon, the rag-like robe like a cloak, dancing without wind, the shabby black cloth also covered his head, he didn't want to be seen, he was now down.

"Kill", "I want to live", "I want to go home"......

People roared and shouted slogans that could inspire them, but in their hearts, they all knew that they had been here for three thousand years, and they could not go back, and now although they were still alive, the end was doomed, and they could only die, a cold corpse.

But this is human beings, and if people are still alive, no one wants to die.

Xingyue held the divine sword, constantly fighting on the battlefield, letting the blood splash all over his body, behind him, the blood-red ring was no longer as illusory as before, and the pungent smell of blood could not be dissolved, but under the golden light of the blood ring, it seemed so sacred.

Looking at a creature with a head like a wild boar, several feet tall, and holding a huge mace, it was killing and killing, and the blood ring behind it was already condensed beyond measure, Xingyue held a divine sword, and cut off an enemy around him with a sword, and then rushed towards the pig-headed creature.

The pig-headed creature looked at Xingyue who was rushing towards him, and then looked at the blood ring behind Xingyue, which was still a little illusory, so he let out an angry roar, and then ran towards Xingyue with a mace.

Then he raised the huge mace and smashed it at Xingyue, who rolled on the ground and dodged the fatal blow, the pig-headed monster seemed quite surprised, and then raised its huge pig's trotters and kicked them fiercely.

Caught off guard, Xingyue was picked up by a hoof and flew far away, rolling on the ground several times before stopping, among them, was also stabbed with a few big black knives, Xingyue got up from the ground, overturned an enemy around him with a sword, and spit out the blood bubble in his mouth fiercely, looking at the boar monster that rushed towards him, without saying a word, he rushed up again with a sword.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, this time Xingyue was much more careful, looking at the mace that fell down, Xingyue suddenly paused, flew backwards for a distance, and then jumped up suddenly, stepped on the mace, with the strength of the boar monster to lift the stick, Xingyue jumped hard, and flew directly to the head of the boar monster.

The boar monster was furious, shaking his fat head with a roar, Xingyue couldn't stand steadily, so without saying a word, he raised the sword in his hand and slammed it into the eyes of the boar monster.

"Whew. The wild boar monster screamed in pain, running around on the battlefield, I don't know how many people were trampled to death, the violent shaking shook Xingyue to the ground, and rolled dozens of times before stopping, Xingyue looked at the wild boar monster running wildly, "Take advantage of your illness, I want you to die." With that, Xingyue also rushed forward with the divine sword.

At the end of the story, Xingyue stood on the huge, detached corpse, and blood rushed out of the boar monster's neck like a river, washing this blood-red world.

The sun slowly set, and white light fell into the sky, enveloping the still alive, and then, all the living people left the battlefield in rejoicing.

The whole blood-red world is full of corpses, a girl in a turquoise dress holding a small flower basket, suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the girl's skin is like congealed fat, her eyes are like stars, and her long turquoise hair is scattered behind her, and her beautiful eyes look at this blood-red world with confusion and incomprehension, sadness and desolation, and the bones are covered everywhere.

Behind her was a scarecrow, dressed in white, with a slight fluctuation in life.

The girl stretched out her slender and beautiful jade hand, grabbed it lightly in the void, and a little white light appeared from the corpse and landed on the girl's hand, and then the girl carefully put the white light into the small flower basket she brought.

"Why do you say they have to fight to the death, how beautiful life is, every living thing is only once, why don't you cherish it?" said the girl, collecting white dots of light. I guess I was asking the scarecrow I was carrying, after all, it was her only friend.

Hearing the girl's question, the scarecrow had no mouth at all, so he couldn't speak.

The girl pouted, "Every time I ask you, I don't speak, hey, there are too few dead corpses, how can the World Tree be resurrected if it goes on like this!" Thinking of this, the girl's beautiful eyes lit up slightly.

Immediately, like a girl, she slapped herself hard without warning, and a red palm print appeared on her beautiful face.

"Lu Xiaoyou, you are such a villain, you just said that life is very beautiful, and now you want to take other people's lives, you are so hateful, you are not allowed to think about it in the future. "After deep remorse.

The girl who claimed to be Lu Xiaoyou began to collect the origin of the dead creatures again, and at the same time talked to the scarecrow who couldn't speak.

After the white light, Xingyue returned to the gathering place, watching the survivors gather in twos and threes, laughing and chatting, Xingyue, whose whole body was covered in black rags, dragged her tired body and walked towards the cemetery, looking at the huge cemetery.

Xingyue put the divine sword aside, picked up the stone shovel again, shoveled the pitch-black dirt into a pile, and then used the divine sword to cut off a black stone, made a sinking tombstone, and carved a "lay" word with his fingers, and then he had nothing to do, and he comprehended the deduction of the formation pattern, and engraved it on the stone tablet at will, because he felt that it looked better, so each stone tablet here was engraved with a different word "lay" and engraved with different formations.

After carving no less than ten stone tablets in a row, and after carving all the formation patterns that he realized last night, Xingyue leaned on the stone tablets, closed his eyes, and thought about what kind of formation patterns should be carved tomorrow?

Only when he thinks about the formation pattern, deduces the formation pattern, and engraves the formation pattern, will he feel that he is still alive.

"Yo, brother, these are all carved by you, and they are quite beautiful. ”

Just when Xingyue closed her eyes and deduced the formation, a very obscene voice sounded in Xingyue's ears. Xingyue lazily opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

He was very thin, his face was as long as a horse, longer than Xingyue's broken boots, as for wearing, it was really not flattering, he didn't wear any underwear, and he didn't know that he had picked up a set of shabby armor on that corpse and put it on his body, loose and boastful, nondescript.

As for the lower body, it is even more flattering, a pair of pants like underwear, scarred legs covered with long hair, and a pair of slippers on the feet. The whole person looked obscene and trivial, but the gourd on his waist and the broadsword on his back were still visible, and he didn't know where he picked it up, so he was so lucky.

Xingyue glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to close his eyes and deduce his formation.

This guy also sat beside Xingyue, "Sleep, let's go together!" Xingyue's eyelids jumped, "Die, stay away from me, you old glass." With that, Xingyue kicked him away.

This guy wasn't angry, he looked at Xingyue's divine sword, and smiled, "Brother, your sword is pretty good!" As he spoke, he reached out to reach out to the hilt of my sword, but before his hand was close, a thick blood mist diffused from the sword body, accompanied by earth-shattering killing intent.

The obscene middle-aged man was taken aback, and his eyes were full of interest as he watched as the blood-red mist condensed into a girl in a blood-red dress. The girl held a blood-colored amber sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the obscene middle-aged man, "Stay away from me and the young master." ”

Xingyue quietly looked at the girl in the red dress, with blood-colored hair and blood-colored dress, even the eyes and lips were blood-colored, and her fair and delicate face reminded Xingyue of a person. So, Xingyue's originally dead eyes flowed with crystal tears, looked at the girl, and murmured: "Xian'er, Xian'er, you are my little fairy, right?"

The girl in the red dress frowned slightly, "Young master, I am an amber sword spirit, not a fairy, I don't want to replace others." Sword Spirit looked at Xingyue and said.

But she knew best in her own heart that she didn't want to replace Xian'er, so why did she create a face similar to Xian'er? Why did she call the young master of Xingyue? Why didn't she let others touch her? Aren't these all Xian'er's habits and character?

Xingyue lowered her head, and with a soft bang, the girl in the red dress turned into a cloud of blood mist again and burrowed into the divine sword.