The green tree felt that her body was constantly falling.

Strange sounds kept coming to my ears.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally opened her eyes, only to find herself standing in a very empty place.

It was a thousand times more empty than all the scenes she had ever seen.

It's like there's no end.

The sky was blood-colored, the ground was a thick black, and the stacks on the ground were corpses.

Qing Mu just glanced at it, and felt his scalp tingle.

She thought that the scene of the drought in Lingzhou she had seen was already purgatory on earth.

But at this time, it was as if she had seen a real purgatory.

The corpses were piled up in piles, and the ground looked black from a distance, but if you looked closely, you would find that the black was black mixed with blood and dirt, and it was black inch by inch.

There were not only human corpses on the ground, but also corpses of monsters and demons.

But the blood had been staining for so long that it had stained all of their clothes a single color.

I can't tell the original camp at all.

Qingshu subconsciously hugged his arm and rubbed it vigorously.

But I didn't feel anything.

She's ...... What ancient battlefield did you enter?

Or is it a dream or a fantasy?

The green tree was a little unclear for a while.

She cautiously walked in the direction of the sound, and in the distance, she saw that there were still people fighting on the banks of the river, which also looked like a thick black, and the bloody limbs and heads rolled into the river, and the color of the smudged river water became a little thicker.

This scene stimulated the green tree almost gagging.

Although she didn't smell any blood at all.

At this moment, he saw a familiar shadow in the group of people he was fighting.

It's Your Majesty!

Qingqi ran forward a few steps excitedly, and finally saw the man's face clearly in the melee.

Your Majesty indeed.

But it seems to be a little different.

The face is exactly the same, but this person is much colder than His Majesty.

The armor on his body had long since shredded, and he could not distinguish the original color, and the weapon in his hand was a black stick.

The stick seemed to be the most dexterous weapon in his hands, and a weapon that was obviously bladeless, with a single stick, could cut off the enemy.

This is not Your Majesty.

If she remembers correctly, she heard that His Majesty's weapon should be a heavy sword.

Although she hadn't seen it, she didn't know how many people she had killed when she heard about His Majesty's heavy sword of several hundred catties.

In the early years, the bricks of the steps of the court hall were stained dark by blood.

So what is it?

Is it His Majesty's past life?

Or is it His Majesty's dream?

Qing Qi tried to approach him, and then she saw that all the people around His Majesty had fallen, and he held the stick in his hand tightly with one hand, and the stick was on the ground, and he stood straight, Qing Qi saw that his original golden pupils were turning inky little by little, as if they had been swallowed by something.

Clearly extinguished.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Black blood.

After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, he seemed to be drained of strength, as if he couldn't stand, but he still didn't collapse.

He looked in the direction of the riverbank, closed his eyes, and a string of bloody tears fell from the bottom of his eyes.

Then, in an instant, everything behind him was crumbling, and all the corpses, including himself, were reduced to soot.

The wind blew and everything was scattered.

"Your Majesty!"

Qingqi couldn't help but shout, and pounced on the man who was about to dissipate.

The man seemed to feel something, and glanced back at her before it was about to dissipate completely.