Suffering!

Boundless pain!

After the doppelganger of the flower came into contact with the red mist, it was swallowed up by the red mist.

But it was only devoured by the mind, and the five senses and the soul were all there.

The clone was connected to Su Mo's divine sense, and Su Mo could feel the endless pain on top of that clone......

This pain is not the physical pain, but the pain of being broken and not being able to die.

This kind of pain was experienced by Su Mo when he left the Divine Domain that year.

Now, the strangeness in this red mist once again made Su Mo experience this feeling......

Su Mo looked at the vast red mist, his expression was sluggish and confused.

Su Mo said dryly and hoarsely: "I finally know why these people fall into madness after being devoured by their sanity......"

His voice was low and sad.

This truth pierced his heart like a thousand knives.

He knew it in the connection between the flower clone on the other side and his divine soul...... There was no way he could unravel the fog poison again, and he would never have been able to think of a way to save these people.

These people, while being wiped out of their minds by the red mist, were also crushed by the red mist......

They are just immortal because of the weird Heavenly Dao 'immortality' rules.

The murderer looked at Su Mo, who was silent, turned his head to look at the people who were in the fog, and asked in a low voice, "...... they?"

It seems that she also has some kind of speculation in her mind.

"Why did you fall into madness?"

Su Mo laughed bitterly. "Because it's painful!"

"Very painful ......"

Su Mo raised his hand and touched the cheek of the little girl in front of him, his hands trembling slightly.

"The feeling of broken souls makes them very painful!"

And they lost their sanity...... I can't die either......"

"To be alive, for them, there is only boundless despair and struggle."

"It's not their intention to go crazy......"

The evening breeze was bleak, accompanied by a strange and ruthless red mist, which made the three of them fall into silence.

The red mist lingered, like some kind of Heavenly Dao's only remaining tenderness for the world, but it made the world fall into pain......

Su Mo looked at the incarnation of his own flower and waved his hand at it.

The clone turned into golden light and vanished......

The death of the doppelganger made Su Mo feel a kind of relief in it.

A liberation to die and no longer suffer from that endless suffering......

"What the hell is this change?" Su Mo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Su Mo's mind came up with the stone tablets in the Divine Domain, which were all the helpless pain left by the Confucian Saint when he killed thousands of mortals in the Divine Domain.

At this moment, the question that trapped Su Mo was finally answered.

The Confucian Sage has obviously cut off the connection between the Divine Domain and the outside world, and the 'Heavenly Change' will no longer affect the outside world...... He still killed everyone in the God's Domain.

Because you want to ...... Help them free themselves from their pain?

Su Mo slowly stood up...... I understand.

A handle appeared in Su Mo's hand, and under its calm thorn, it pierced into the little girl's body......

And the little girl didn't seem to feel anything, still waving her little hands, her eyes were hideous and wanted to pounce on Su Mo.

A divine light suddenly erupted from Su Mo's hands, and he pulled out his long sword.

The moment the long sword was drawn, the connection between the strange 'immortal' power in the little girl in front of her and her was also severed.

A streak of red blood sprinkled onto Su Mo's white Confucian clothes, stained with something indescribable.

The madness in the little girl's eyes vanished, and turned into that mindless and godless numbness.

The vitality dissipated, and the little girl slowly fell to the ground......

She was already dead.

Died when the red mist wiped out his mind and shattered his soul......

The shattered spirit turned into a wisp of fragrance and slowly floated in front of Su Mo......

...... Remnants!

The cold wind was cold, and the remnants turned into the appearance of a little girl.

"Thank you... My Emperor ......" The little remnant smiled at Su Mo childishly.

There was innocence and relief in that smile......

She finally doesn't have to 'exist' endlessly in endless pain.

Although, death is something that is extremely feared.

But what is even more terrifying is being trapped between life and death, feeling endless pain.

Su Mo's sword freed her......

Xiao Xiao Nian watched Su Mo's white clothes stained by his own blood, and a look of guilt appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for soiling my emperor's clothes......" That's so pitiful and humble.

Su Mo opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to say anything.

That little thought had already dissipated......

Su Mo trembled, looked up to the sky and the moon, and closed his eyes.

"It's okay......"

A bright moon with a silver light sprinkled on this vast red mist, draped the red mist in a white gauze skirt, swinging boundless misery.

The night wind blew into the silent dead city, rolling up a red mist.

The great murderer and the Xuannu looked at the sluggish Su Mo, as the two people who have survived through the ages, their expressions showed confusion for the first time......

Su Mo silently carried the long sword, turned around and walked into the crowd that had fallen into madness......

The thin body melted into the night, like a sad dance of the nine heavens.

Su Mo didn't use his Realm Cultivation, but swung the long sword in his hand like a mortal.

One by one, people fell, and one by one, the broken souls of their lives turned into soul incense after liberation, and merged into Su Mo's body.

Under that sword, blood stained Su Mo's long robe red.

The white Confucian clothes are no longer white.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on Su Mo's body was like the red mist, bewitching and ruthless.

The "Thank you Emperor" that came into Su Mo's ears one by one brought relief, and made Su Mo's heart more and more sad.

Why should we be miserable?

I don't know, I just know that it's bitter.

No one asked, so they didn't bother to say it......

Since you can't save them, let them be freed with your own hands.

Isn't this a blessing for them......

The soul fragrance is affectionate, with his lifelong affection, and turned into Su Mo's cultivation. biquge.biz

That soul incense seemed to tell Su Mo their love for this life......

Some people's attachment is the heir, some people's attachment is relatives and friends, some people's attachment is the teacher, and some people's attachment is the same thing.

Some people are attached to the sword, some people are attached to the lover, and some people are attached to the object...

...... Just a teapot.

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