All the people in the world have cultivated together, but in the face of the turbulent and strange red mist, they still can't stop the spread of the red mist.

The red mist carried an endless curse power, as if mocking these people in front of them who wanted to resist stubbornly......

The red mist continued to expand, and the battle lines of all the cultivators in the world were constantly forced back.

The endless eerie red mist, like the catastrophe of the Ninth Realm, devoured the Ninth Realm step by step.

The sky was gloomy, and the world was breathless.

The whole world is shrouded in a haze......

......

When a swordsman was saving people, his right hand was accidentally stained with red mist. The swordsman snapped, and he could feel some kind of strange curse coming down his arm towards his head.

The companion beside Jian Xiu looked at Jian Xiu, and his eyes showed a sad color.

Before he could react, he saw Jian Xiu make a quick decision, holding the sword in his left hand and swinging it violently......

Suddenly, blood splattered. The right arm, which was stained with red mist, was instantly cut off by himself.

The companion looked at Jian Xiu in a daze, and saw Jian Xiu holding the sword in his left hand, slowly put the long sword across his neck, and closed his eyes...... It seems that something is waiting for you.

After a while, there seemed to be no change, and Jian Xiu slowly put down the sword in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at his stunned companion, Jian Xiu smiled freely: "It's a big deal to change to a sword in your hand." ”

The companion laughed violently and nodded, "Go on?" ”

"You're not dead, why stop?" Jian Xiu held the sword in his left hand, swung it jerkily, and then walked towards the edge of the red mist.

"If I get tricked, help me. Can't trouble them......"

"It's easy to say......"

......

An old monk of the Infinite Courtyard rescued a child on the edge of the red mist, pulled the child and flew out.

Suddenly, behind the old monk, the child's eyes showed a red light, and long red nails grew out of his hands, which stabbed into the monk's back.

The old monk shuddered, slowly turned his head, and found that there was still a trace of red mist that was not easy to see on the back of the child's neck.

The old monk opened his mouth and lowered slowly, gently putting down the little boy who had lost his mind.

"Amitabha..."

Looking back at the people who were still busy, the old monk's eyes showed sadness, and then he picked up the little boy and rushed into the red mist.

The old monk took the child and rushed into the red mist for a long distance, and only after making sure that the little boy could not leave the red mist did he let the little boy down.

In the red mist, the old monk felt that his sanity was slowly dissipating.

"All beings need to survive immeasurable eons......"

The old monk sat down cross-legged, sighed, slowly raised his right hand, and slapped it in front of him......

A sound of bone cracking came out, and the old monk sat down......

......

Scenes like this happened everywhere on the edge of the red mist, and all the cultivators in the world encountered all kinds of calamities, either seriously injured or killed.

watched his companions fall one by one, and watched his fellow disciples being swallowed by the red mist one by one.

No one flinched, and no one complained.

Everyone is numb to do everything they can, and it seems that they have long lost hope for all this.

They know that everything is in vain......

The red mist will eventually cover the entire Ninth Realm, and at that time, how many people will be able to survive?

The Ninth Realm, on the other hand, is cut off from the outside world and will not affect the outside world.

Just like the Divine Domain 10,000 years ago, the entire Ninth Realm will be the same as the Divine Domain 10,000 years ago, turning into a ghost domain with no people......

Everything I do now is just for the sake of openness in my heart.

......

A rescued little girl was in the arms of a Taoist monk, looking at the raging and terrifying red mist, with tears on her face, and softly singing nursery rhymes.

The nursery rhyme was taught to her by her mother, but her mother was already buried in the red mist......

For some reason, the little girl wanted to sing the nursery rhyme that her mother taught her to say goodbye.

That nursery rhyme should have been: Drought, drought, don't be arrogant. We have food in our family. A three-year-old child can find grass, and an octogenarian grandfather can plant rice.

was sung by the little girl, but it became:

"Heavenly Tribulation, Heavenly Tribulation, don't be arrogant.

We have sons in our family.

Eighty grandpa can fight,

Three-year-olds can hide. ”

The jerky and strange nursery rhyme spread across the edge of the silent red mist, like a hint of rebellion.

The nursery rhyme has a crying tone and penetrates into people's hearts.

The Taoist monk looked down at the little girl in his arms who was singing endlessly, and the numb look on his face gradually relaxed.

It seems that the final outcome of this Heavenly Transformation Tribulation is only the destruction of the ninth day......

Unfolding his mind, the Taoist monk also sang along with the little girl.

One big and one small, two voices came out.

Gradually, more and more people sang along......

"Heavenly Tribulation, Heavenly Tribulation, don't be arrogant. We have sons in our family.

Eighty-year-old grandfathers can fight, three-year-old children can hide......"

That nursery rhyme, like a return to the light before despair, can't change anything, but wants to leave something......

The nursery rhyme reached Su Mo's ears, and Su Mo's eyes were red.

......

Day after day, the red mist is getting wider and wider......

The red mist spread, and more and more people disappeared into the red mist.

All the cultivators in the world have fallen one after another, and there are fewer and fewer people who can move......

The red mist spread faster and faster, but Su Mo walked more and more slowly......

Even if he had the cultivation of the Heavenly Realm, he was still helpless in the face of the harbinger of the Nine Heavens Tribulation.

Finally, there were few active monks left above the void. The monks who could still move were also powerless.

Ying Wang and his wife weakly returned to Su Mo's side, looking at Su Mo silently.

The Void Beast also swayed back to Su Mo's side, its huge body crumbling......

Su Mo sent King Ying and his wife back to the imperial city with the power of national fortune, the imperial city was still far away from here, and it was not so soon to be engulfed by the red mist.

Su Mo glanced at the remaining monks and slowly bowed down.

To those who are still alive, and to those who are already in the red mist......

Su Mo turned his head in silence and continued to send people away.

After a long time, I finally ......

Su Mo was also exhausted.

Exactly...... It's the country's exhaustion.

Tens of millions of mortals were relocated by Su Mo by borrowing the power of national fortune, and the power of national fortune was squeezed to pieces......

Su Mo stopped, standing in a daze above the void.

He looked confused, and he could no longer afford to send a city away...... If the Confucian and Taoist mantras are not in line with the power of national fortune, how many people can be sent away?

It's just that Su Mo and many monks stopped, but the red mist would not stop.

The red mist was still spreading, spreading towards the whole world.

As far as the eye can see, the red mist has covered about 30% of the land for nine days......

It won't be long before no one will be spared for the entire ninth day.

It's as if this is a catastrophe that no one can solve......

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