Shu Nong felt that if this illusion was a book she had read, she might be able to be the protagonist now.

The moment the door was broken, the sunlight poured into the room, Shu Yue's uncontained sword qi kicked up dust, and in the fog, Shu Nong heard the suppressed coughing sound of several people.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looked around, and crashed into the frightened eyes of several people.

Alone, no one will look for them, most of them are just here waiting to die.

"Young master!"

A few homeless people from Dusk Cloud City finally recognized her, and ran towards her hand and foot, as if they had seen a savior, and cried with joy, "Young master! ”

One of them cried and laughed, pointing at her and excitedly introducing to the people behind him who were afraid to come forward: "Saved!" This is the young master! We can get out! ”

"The young master is here! That thief will definitely be caught! We are saved! ”

“……”

The faces of the others, who had always been vigilant and scared in the corner, finally relaxed, and little by little, as if they had finally ushered in hope, they unloaded their guards and looked at them carefully with hope.

Shu Nong and Shu Yue turned sideways slightly: "No one outside the house can stop you." ”

There was a moment of silence in the house, until the first homeless man stepped out of the door, and the room finally became noisy, and the voices of crying and thanking continued, and the people carefully thanked her and Shu Yue, and walked out of the door one by one.

Shu Nong's gaze fell on their departing backs, thoughtful.

"It's not like it's only been locked up for two or three days." Shu Yue said lightly.

Be.

Shu Nong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around to look at this dusty house, but the people had been imprisoned for many days.

Lock people up here, and if anyone is looking for them, they will put them back, and if they are not found, they will lose the ability to resist in the waiting and suffering day after day, and they will only wait to accept their fate.

This is not a script.

If everything presented in this illusion was real, six hundred years ago, the human race that entered the Demon Palace had only one way to die.

Shu Nong's eyes darkened slightly, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and a sneer overflowed.

·

The Demon Palace underneath is undergoing a massacre.

The exit of the Demon Palace was sealed to death, and the originally dim Demon Palace was lit with lights to illuminate all corners, so that the demons had nowhere to hide, and could only be exposed to the light.

And the lights that hung almost the entire Demon Palace were lit by themselves - at the behest of the Demon Lord.

But now—

Some demons widened their eyes, retreated in panic, and fell down at Yan Chang'an's feet in a panic, sobbing and not daring to resist, they could only say over and over again: "The Demon Lord spares his life, the Demon Lord spares his life!" ”

The blue light in Yan Chang'an's hand was stained with blood——

It's not just Qingguang, he has been wearing the white-clothed uniform of the Cangyuan Sword Sect for so many years, and now even if it is not good to wear the uniform when he is free, he has not completely changed the habit of wearing white clothes for a while.

Now his white clothes were stained with blood, and his cheeks were sprayed with blood, splashing wet and staining half of his face.

The blue light emitted a terrifying aura, and the blood on the sword's body was absorbed by it, and the rest dripped down the sword body.

"Demon Lord Rao—"

Before the demon could finish begging for mercy again, the silver light of the blue light sword body flashed slightly, slashing him under the sword, excitedly absorbing his warm blood.

Yan Changan's gloomy eyebrows flashed, his brain was a little chaotic, groggy, and he only wanted to kill one more.

He didn't quite remember how many it was, his brain was in a state of chaos, and he couldn't even remember why he had swung his first sword.

The blue light sword wanted to drink blood, and bewitched him to raise his sword again.

Yan Changan felt it, but he was powerless to stop it.

The blood of the demon clan sprayed on his face and the back of his hand, it was still warm, and the power of the blue light continued to rush into his body, as if to reward him for drinking enough blood, and as if he wanted him to taste the taste of blood too, trying to eat it for a while.

Qingguang has signs of getting out of control, Shu Nong can feel it a little, after all, the blood it absorbs, and the power of the final transformation, she, the sword spirit, is the first beneficiary.

But Qingguang is a fierce sword at the same time, it is also a fairy sword, it was created for the purpose of punishing demons, it was born on the side of the human race, it wants to kill according to instinct, and only those demons who are born to restrain it, Shu Nong is not worried.

She took Shu Yue down the tunnel in the courtyard next to the City Lord's Mansion and went down the Demon Palace.

Ignoring the demon corpses everywhere, she went all the way down, grabbed a demon who fled for her life, and went straight to the prison of the Demon Palace.

The prison was divided into two, with the corpses of the Terrans who had been tortured to death on one side, and the Terrans who were locked up in the prison like livestock on the other.

After Shu Nong's death, Qingguang was born to save the world, she was born close to the human race, disgusted with the demon race, she is a sword spirit, no matter how her temperament changes to cold and hard, it can't change the impact she has been affected by Qingguang.

She was born a human race, and when she died, she was also a fairy sword and sword spirit, even if Liu Xubai forced her to die for the sake of the common people in the world, she couldn't transfer or affect the hatred before death to the entire human race.

Her blue light sword spirit, carved into the bones and blood by the Heavenly Dao, is also protecting the common people.

There was a man crouching in the pile of bloody corpses.

The red clothes on Song Lin's body had already merged with the blood in the prison, he raised his eyes to look at them, only nodded slightly, and then lowered his head again, trying to pull back the surviving and dying people.

Shu Nong's brain exploded, and his already pale face couldn't see a trace of blood at the moment.

She stared at the flesh and blood belonging to the Terrans in the prison, those who were still alive, the Terrans with nothing but numbness and despair in their eyes, and only felt dizzy and her head was buzzing.

Shu Nong was almost unsteady on his feet, stumbling on his feet.

Fortunately, Shu Yue reached out in time to support him, and Shu Nong subconsciously held his hand tightly, causing his body to stiffen.

It was the first time he had such physical contact with Shu Nong since he returned.

The only thing he felt was an excessive coldness at the touch of his fingertips.

Shu Nong steadied himself, tried to shake off the chaos in his mind, let go of Shu Yue's hand, and pointed at the demon clan who led the way for them.

"Kill—"

Before she finished speaking, Shu Yue's sword had already penetrated the heart of the demon clan.

Shu Nong leaned against the blood-stained wall, looking at the unresponsive people in the prison with complicated eyes.

The cell door that locked them had already been cut by Song Lin's sword, and the cell door was wide open, but no one got up and stepped out of this prison.

Shu Nong sobered up a little.

There is no art of resurrection from the dead, death is death, and from ancient times to the present, no one can come back from the dead.

Sonon is an exception that is not an exception.

She reappeared in the world, although she is not human, but she is still living in this world in another form.

From ancient times to the present, the sword sacrifice of the living in this world has been repeatedly banned, and she is not the only one who has been tortured before death, and her hatred is difficult to eliminate.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and she came back in another form through the blue light, and the rewards that Heavenly Dao needed were clear at this moment.

What He had carved into her blood stirred at this moment.