Some people rushed to death, and some people were melancholy and didn't know where to go.

The only remaining Nine Heavens Cultivator above the void looked at the people below who died in order to prevent Su Mo from making a choice, and his eyes gradually turned red.

If Su Mo couldn't break the ninth day, the entire ninth day would eventually be annihilated by the red mist.

Everyone knows that those below who died willingly...... It's just a matter of leaving hope to others.

It's all going to die, and it makes no difference to them.

"Why is this happening..."A female disciple of the Dao Sect asked sadly with red eyes, looking at the people below who were reluctant to die generously.

Dao Hua was silent, without the leisurely appearance of the past, but opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

An old monk of the Infinite Courtyard clasped his hands together, closed his eyes in pain, and couldn't bear to look directly at the people who were dying one by one below.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Someone looked at the people below who took the initiative to send them to death, and muttered: "Because they know that Su Mo can't make a move to kill them with his own hands..."

"They...... is helping Su Mo make a choice. ”

As they said, they hope that Su Mo will be at peace and that the world will ...... Taiping. ”

The people on the edge of the entire Nine Heavens Red Mist, under the leadership of someone, seemed to understand something.

They knew how heavy the thought in their white-clothed emperor's heart was to carry......

They also know that this is the only way now, so what if they don't want to die?

If they live, who wouldn't want to live?

It's just this Heavenly Dao...... It always seems to be persecuting him, persecuting the world.

They wanted to die with their own lives to make Su Mo make a decision.

It also allows Su Mo to alleviate the sense of sin in his heart after breaking the sky, even if it is just a trace of ......

The old fruit farmer looked down at the sour fruit that had been half bitten by himself, and then at the sluggish white coat above the void. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the fruit was more sour, or the white clothes above the void were more sour in my heart.

"Maybe it's all astringent." The old farmer shook his head and took another bite of the green fruit in his hand.

The old fruit farmer gently put down the sour fruit in his hand, carried his back and slowly walked into the orchard, sat against a fruit tree, picked up the insect medicine from the side and drank it all.

In a trance, the old fruit farmer looked at the fruit of the tree, and finally had a trace of understanding in his reluctant eyes.

He did not give up this garden full of carefully cultivated fruit trees, just as the people of the world who were white clothes did not give up.

"It turns out that we are all his affections......"

The white robe could not kill them with his own hands, just as he could not do it to one day ask him to destroy the fruit trees of this garden himself.

"So...... His heart is more bitter than fruit. The old fruit farmer looked up at Su Mo and passed away heavily.

"May my emperor have peace of mind, may the world be peaceful......"

......

The gentleman of the school looked at the frightened and worried disciples in the school, and finally couldn't read any poems when he opened the scroll.

How much he hopes that these students in the school can live well......

To educate the heavens and the earth......

However, we have now reached the end of our rope.

"Let's go home—" The gentleman seemed to age a moment and waved his hand gently. ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz

The students looked at Mr. Chi Twilight, and their eyes were full of reluctance.

They read poetry and books, knew etiquette, and even more so under the teaching of their husbands, they knew ...... What is the righteousness of the world?

No one got up, and no one departed.

The man in heaven was hesitant, and where was they going?

Without waiting for the old gentleman to continue to speak, the students in the school opened their mouths one after another, reciting the sage quotation that the old gentleman taught them.

"People with lofty ideals,

There is no survival to harm the benevolent,

There is a ...... of killing to become benevolent"

The voice was generous and sincere, with a tone of immaturity and fear.

"My emperor is benevolent, students, etc... I am willing to share the worries of my emperor. ”

The old gentleman trembled and looked at the immature faces under the hall, and there were tears in his eyes.

"May ... My emperor is at ease. In the school, they chanted in unison, "May ......"

“...... Peace in the world! ”

A moment later, a raging fire burned in the school, the crimson flame...

is like the nine-day elegance, the literati style and bones......

......

On this day, on the edge of the red mist of the nine days, thousands of people in the world saw the heavy thoughts in Su Mo's heart.

Xu is trying to prove something, or is it to say something to Su Mo......

Thousands of soul incense, with reluctance and calmness, flew towards Su Mo's body.

Feeling the concerted wish in the soul incense, Su Mo's eyes were dyed with a red glow.

In those words, there is the vision of the world.

The sound of thousands of people dying spread throughout the nine heavens, and everyone who was far away from the red mist also stared blankly at the sky.

Those who died voluntarily were there to leave a life for them, and they did not know each other, but they were blessed by them......

Someone took off his hat and slowly knelt down towards the horizon of the red mist.

Someone pulled the child in the family and bowed deeply in the direction of the earth-shattering sound.

"May the world be peaceful..."

......

In a remote part of the town on the edge of the red mist, an outlaw turned his head to look at everything around him, silent.

A tea table, a long knife, a pot of tea, a cup, all he has.

There is nothing to give up, he has been withdrawn all his life, and he has no attachment.

He also didn't understand why the Emperor of Man was unwilling to kill them, kill people... It didn't seem like much to think about for him.

What is the difference between killing one person and killing many people?

Originally... He doesn't know what the righteousness of the world is.

Just listening to the visions beside him, watching the people next to him voluntarily die one by one. For some reason, he seemed to understand something in his heart, and there was something more in his heart......

He looked at his hands, and seemed to see a lot of blood debt in them.

"I'm like... Something was done wrong......" muttered the outlaw.

"I don't think I'm qualified to die with that fool."

The outlaw turned his head to look at the teapot beside him, and with trembling hands, he slowly poured out some of the tea from the teapot and spilled it on the ground.

In this way, his heart seemed to feel a little more comfortable......

Watching others die generously one by one, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

Envy what? Envy them for going to death like fools?

No, he envied those fools who were open in their hearts.

"Then I will be frank again."

The outlaw smiled, dropped the knife on the ground, and stepped on it, letting out the loudest roar of his life.

"Please..."

“...... My emperor breaks the sky! ”

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