A village, a town, a city, countless people.

The red mist covered the entire heaven and earth, and ten thousand spirit swords flew in the middle of the heavens and the earth, cutting through the endless pain of those trapped between life and death.

Cut one place and go to the next.

Su Mo was in a trance, confused.

I don't know how much human blood was on the sword in his hand.

Day after day, month after month.

For three full months, Su Mo finally killed all the people trapped by the red mist.

Tens of thousands of shattered divine souls turned into the power of soul incense, and with Su Mo's cultivation, they rushed straight to the second layer of the Question Realm......

It's just that Su Mo seems to have lost his soul, and his heart is like a pool of stagnant water.

No problems, no joy and anger.

Some are just endlessly exhausted......

No one knew how much courage it took for each sword Su Mo swung, and how deep the suffering he faced.

The white robe had already turned into a red blood, which made Su Mo look very embarrassed.

I don't know when, the scattered blooms of strange and white flowers on the other side.

The white petals, in the red, are like the stars in the night.

The flowers on the other side seem to have a strong vitality, one into two, and two into four......

Since the Void Beast entered the Nine Heavens to plant flowers, in just one year, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands have been seen everywhere.

Su Mo sat alone on the top of a mountain in the middle of the world covered by red mist, and looked at this piece of the world that had turned into death with dull eyes.

The long sword in his hand was thrown aside, and there was a white flower beside the sword.

Su Mo just sat on the top of the mountain and sat for a long time......

Behind Su Mo stood two ethereal and detached figures, and the two looked at Su Mo's vicissitudes of life, and their hearts were endlessly distressed.

They looked at Su Mo with complicated expressions.

Obviously, they were accompanying Su Mo, but for some reason, that back seemed so lonely......

"Let's go..."The murderer sighed softly and spoke first.

"Okay."

Su Mo nodded, turned his head to look at the two of them, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't laugh!" Seeing Su Mo's smiling face, the murderer scolded with a cold face.

"It's ugly to death."

Su Mo was silent, and his smile faded.

Su Mo slowly got up, his body shaky.

The murderer immediately stepped forward to help him, looked at Su Mo's trembling hands, and didn't say anything.

He has the strongest cultivation in the nine heavens, but he can't save the people of this world.

In this world, it was the Tsing Yi and the Nine Heavens Emperors who were personally handed over to him, with their expectations.

He was afraid of living up to the Tsing Yi who had already sacrificed to the sky, afraid of the lonely Nine Heavens Emperor, and even more afraid of disappointing the Liu family, who had been martyred by the whole family...... He has always wanted to seek peace for this world, but in the end he still can't do anything.

He broke the Nine Heavens with his own hands, and slew countless people in the Nine Heavens with his own hands.

He's so bitter......

As the old monk said: All living beings are suffering, but the most bitter is Su Mo.

Xuannu was dressed in a white long dress, fluttering on the top of the mountain in the red mist, and the way of Tianxuan suddenly seemed to have an understanding.

The tall body is full of elegance and detachment.

Xuannu looked at Su Mo's back, and suddenly said, "I'm going back to the spirit world......

The murderer was stunned, turned his head to look at the Xuannu, and said, "You're going to break through?" ”

Xuannu looked at the murderer and Su Mo, and then nodded.

The murderer thought about it, nodded in agreement, and didn't say anything more.

In this ninth day, the aura was thin and the Heavenly Dao was incomplete, but it was not suitable for a cultivator like them to break through.

Su Mo looked at the fairy spirit of the Xuannu, and suddenly felt a little reluctant, but he didn't speak.

The companionship of the Xuannu was only because of a bet with the big murderer, and now this bet has long passed.

"I asked the Void Beast to take Sister Xuannu away." Su Mo looked at Xuannu and said.

Xuannu shook her head, looked at Su Mo and said, "No need, I can go out." ”

Su Mo frowned, unable to understand.

"Don't worry about her, she is the master of the spirit world, and she has her own way to return directly to the spirit world." The big murderer explained a wave for the Xuannu.

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and then nodded sluggishly.

Xuannu looked at Su Mo's expression, thought for a while and said, "You should also put down the things in your hands as soon as possible, and find a place to retreat earlier." The world is complicated, and it is not suitable for you to calm down. ”

Su Mo nodded, already having a plan in his heart.

Xuannu sighed deeply, turned her head to look at the sky, and then turned her back to Su Mo and said slowly: "The harbinger has arrived, and the catastrophe is not far away." ”

"You count me as half a disciple, if you have nowhere to go, you can come to my spiritual realm."

After speaking, Xuannu turned into a little star and disappeared in front of Su Mo.

The Xuannu left, but the murderer laughed for some reason.

"This old woman is finally gone......"

Su Mo turned his head suspiciously, looking at the murderer with a puzzled expression.

The big fierce smile weirdly: "This old woman has been all the time, it's too much of a hindrance......"

Su Mo shook his head and didn't speak.

The murderer looked at Su Mo's sluggish appearance, put his arm around Su Mo's shoulders and said, "Don't worry, sister, I won't leave." ”

"But she's right, it's time for you to let go."

The murderer continued to speak: "Let's go back first, and then we will discuss it carefully." ”

Su Mo nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay." ”

Su Mo opened the door of the Spirit Sea, and the murderer walked in.

A cool breeze blew, and Su Mo staggered......

He habitually wanted to communicate the power of the country's fortune, but the familiar golden light never lit up again.

Su Mo was silent for a long time, looking at the nine days that had lost his national fortune, his expression was in a trance......

......

The imperial city is hazy and moony, and there is a mournful color between the whole heaven and earth.

Every house is lit with candles, but few people say it.

Three months have passed since that sword.

But it seems that no one has come out of that sword......

If it weren't for that sword, if it weren't for the thousands of people who died in the world, the entire Ninth Realm would have already turned into a ghost realm like a god's domain.

And what makes the world the most distressed is the white clothes that killed thousands of people with their own hands.

In that sword, the white-clothed man emperor not only buried thousands of people in the world, but also buried the national fortune of nine days, and even consumed his vitality.

In the future, he has the name of the human emperor, but he no longer has the power of the human emperor.

The suffering of white clothes is known for nine days......

In the palace, two figures looked forward to the vast night.

Their stop is three months......

Finally, a figure of vicissitudes appeared in front of them out of thin air.

When Princess Ying saw the long robe stained red with blood, two lines of tears instantly fell from her eyes.

Flying forward, looking at the emaciated and numb face, Princess Ying choked up and opened her mouth.

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you......"