The morning dawn is shining and the wind is light,

Twilight is yellow and cold.

The soul of the vultures is broken,

The brocade book is broken.

People are bitter, and the world is sour,

The white silk is difficult to disperse, and the red dust is easy to entangle.

The ink is long, the pen inkstone is short,

Mountains and rivers are easy to paint, and their astringency is difficult to murmur......

The sword slashed down, like the remnant sun falling to the ground, breaking the two ends of the red mist.

It's just that there are thousands of living beings who have turned into nothingness in it.

The fortunes of the country turned into the ends of the earth, separating the ninth day into the two sides of the strait.

The Human Emperor's Sword of the Power of National Fortune shattered into several pieces in Su Mo's hand and fell into the void.......

The end of the world is shattered, and the cape sinks.

When the dust settled, the world looked up and saw the white robe sitting on the void.

The dragon pattern on the white robe is gone, leaving only the twilight of the man in white...

Originally, he only said that the broken sky would bury the national fortune, but he never thought that the broken sky would also bury the long life of the emperor in white......

The thousands of soul incense melted into Bai Yi's body, and also wrapped the thousands of sorrows into Bai Yi's heart.

Is it bitter? Naturally bitter?

But what choice did he have?

When the Confucian saints 10,000 years ago cut off thousands of living beings in the divine domain, was he also in this state of mind?

Su Mo staggered, looking at the new world barrier that stretched out to destroy the world and didn't know how far away, and his expression was sad.

He finally killed thousands of people with his own hands.

He doesn't like to kill people and has always disliked ...... But he was finally forced to slash away with a sword the thousands of subjects who regarded him as faith and hope.

No one will blame him, and no one will resent him.

In those soul incense, there is peace.

But where does the bitterness at the corners of the mouth come from?

I can't tell, and I can't tell......

In the silence, it seemed that everything had fallen to the ground.

People slowly knelt on the ground, looking at the white clothes above the void, their eyes full of pain.

They saw that their human emperor seemed to have entered the twilight of his life in an instant, and his face was full of old age.

The world knows that under this sword, the most painful people are not those who die, but ......

...... The white garment.

The catastrophe of the heavenly changes has been solved, but no one is happy.

On this day, the ninth day was dead.

The fortunes of the country dissipated, the national dragon fell, the Nine Heavens cultivators were killed and injured, countless people were buried in the red mist, and countless people died under the sword of the Broken Heaven.

On this day, Su Mo lost the power of national fortune, and nearly half of the people died in nine days.

Everyone's eyes were red and their hearts were sad.

In the silence, a little girl cried softly to the lonely white clothes above the void.

"May my emperor be at peace."

Immediately after, one voice after another spread between heaven and earth.

"May my emperor be at peace ......"

They knew that under that sword, the young man was no longer a teenager......

He will carry endless pain in his heart, pain for eternity.

The white clothes sat alone in the void, looking up at the sky blankly, as if they had lost their souls.

The surviving immortal cultivators looked at the lonely white clothes with a sad expression.

Luo Yin wanted to go, but was stopped by the Great Elder of the Holy Sect.

"Let him be left alone."

Luo Yin looked at the fluttering white clothes that were blown by the wind, and finally nodded. BIquGe.biz

The crowd departed, leaving behind a silent white robe.

The wounds of the nine days are all in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but it was dreary and it started to rain slowly......

The rain fluttered in the wind, sprinkling between heaven and earth.

The cold wind blew, carrying the rain and beating the thin body of the white clothes.

The rain drenched his long hair, ran down his cheeks, and then fell down to the world below.

No one left the world, but they all looked at the white robe in the rain.

The sun sets, and the night rises.

When the white robe disappeared into the darkness of the night, and its body was no longer visible, the people returned to their rooms in silence.

In the darkness, the white clothes finally secretly shed tears on their faces......

"I'm sorry ......"

In Bai Yi's mind, the thousands of creatures buried under the sword came to mind one by one, and the helpless appearance was like a young man who had not been deeply involved in the world......

Without its suffering, how can it be said that it hurts.

The thousands of soul incense finally pierced the countless nostalgia and fear into Su Mo's soul.

Among them, there are scared children, there are old people who are peaceful in the twilight, there are reluctant couples, and there are ordinary people who want to escape and live.

There is no one mind, and all beings seek death.

It's just a desperate and helpless compromise......

Soul incense can't deceive people, and only Su Mo knows the thousands of feelings in it.

The world deceived Su Mo, they didn't want to die at all......

They thought that Su Mo would never know their true thoughts, but they didn't know that Su Mo still had the ability of soul incense.

Su Mo can rely on the power of this soul incense to perceive what the dead thought before their death......

For example, the outlaw who took the lead in shouting for my emperor to break the sky, he actually wanted to reform himself in his heart, and then live well.

For example, the martial artist who stayed in front of the old mother's bed actually wanted to send his mother to the end, and then marry a wife and have children.

For example, the little girl who cried "Please break the sky", she was actually scared in her heart......

She just imitated ignorance and shouted out that sentence with the world.

These people all have their own nostalgia for the world.

In order to let Su Mo break the sky, these people pretended to be fearless...... In fact, they were all scared.

Their bones were left under Su Mo's sword, and they couldn't even leave a tombstone.

How long can the peace in the world that they have exchanged for their lives last? The catastrophe is coming, is it really meaningful for them to die?

And how many people will remember them years from now?

Ignorance is worry-free, and being more clear is more suffering.

The more you know, the more it hurts in your heart...... This seems to be the price that the Book of Life and Death gave Su Mo the ability to defy the sky.

The world is multi-faceted, and people's hearts are affectionate.

In the darkness, a stone gate slowly appeared behind Su Mo.

Two enchanting and beautiful bodies stepped out of the stone gate.

A light veil did not penetrate into the void in the rain, and he looked softly at the white clothes that seemed to be wandering, and his eyes were glowing with red glow, with a sense of distress.

Bai Yi slowly raised his head, looked at each other with a blank expression, and opened his mouth jerky.

"Sister Murder..."

The plump light gauze figure did not use cultivation to block the wind and rain in the sky, but still wet his body, as if to tell something.

The murderer gently took Su Mo into his arms and gently patted Su Mo's back.

She could feel the trembling of the person in her arms and the pain in her heart.

The goddess of Xuan on the side turned her head to look at the newly appeared heaven and earth barrier below, sighed slightly with a complicated expression, turned her head to look at Su Mo, who was old and didn't know how much, and didn't speak.

"It's all over," said the fierce man in a soft voice.

Su Mo shook his head and slowly broke free from the arms of the great murderer, with a strong sadness.

"There is no past!" Su Mo spoke in a low voice.

The murderer looked at Su Mo's expression and was slightly stunned, she had never seen this kind of expression on Su Mo's face.

The Xuannu on the side understood something in that expression, and sighed slightly:

"Why bother?"

Su Mo slowly stood up, the pain on his face became even stronger, and he turned his head to look at the vast red mist opposite the Heavenly Barrier......

"Over there..."

“...... and thousands of my people for nine days. ”

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