Such despair.

Such despair.

Although the energy contained in Chang Ling and the others was insignificant to the power of the Origin, after forcibly closing the Heavenly Seam, the power of the Origin would not give up such a tiny nourishment.

It's much faster than making him wait for these people in front of him to die naturally.

Even as the origin will of this world, under normal circumstances, he could not interfere with the life and death of living beings at will, if it wasn't for the great loss of origin power, he would not even be able to restrict the entry of these people's cultivation.

You must know that every immortal who flies to the upper realm is the glory of the entire immortal cultivation world, but it is the loss of his own strength.

Cultivation is against the heavens, and it has never been a bluff.

He wished that this Heavenly Realm was a world where all beings were ignorant and uncivilized, and he would always be high up, occasionally spying on the struggles of those small creatures in his spare time.

His sanity didn't give rise to emotions such as pity, he simply watched.

Not sad or happy.

............

Unlike the rest of the continent, which was filled with cheers and joy, almost the entire Youzhou was contaminated with the black liquid that fell from the sky.

It was only at this time that everyone realized that the figure of this demon clan was far bigger than they imagined.

The soil contaminated with the black liquid quickly emitted a corroded 'sizzle' sound, and the original reddish-brown color was completely transformed into a deep black.

It was black soaked in demonic energy.

Not only the soil, but also the flowers and trees contaminated with the black liquid, even the demon beasts that quietly probed from the land, and the people who had not yet had time to escape from Youzhou.

All of them had red eyes, and there was a constant black mist all around them.

The disaster brought by this demon race is far from over.

As the black qi on these creatures became more and more intense, the last clarity in their eyes completely disappeared.

Brutality and bloodlust really became their instinct.

On the land of Youzhou, the weak mortals in the past are also entangled in black gas at this time, and they seem to be a little taller, and their closest relatives who were still snuggled together yesterday are baring their teeth and glaring at each other angrily.

Biting through the other party's skin, when the hot blood that has not yet been completely impregnated with demonic qi flows out of the mouth, how is it incomparably satisfying......

Youzhou is completely messed up.

Somewhat out of place in this chaos was the man in white standing on top of a long sword in mid-air.

At this time, his white clothes were also covered with black liquid.

The black liquid roared and poured into his body.

He looked a little distracted, looking fixedly ahead.

It was the constant flashing sound transmission jade pendant on his waist that made him barely come back to his senses.

"Senior brother, I can't go back. He said a little dryly.

He barely raised his hand, using his already stained sleeves to wipe his face clean.

This person is the true harmony.

This sword genius, who was known as a rare sword genius in the Tianxuan Continent for a thousand years, stood there with a calm face at this time.

In the end, he was even more prosperous, and in the stunned gaze of the senior brother in charge, he took away the sword talisman.

But he also knew in his heart that at that last moment, his senior brother did not kill him, and he did not even use the power of the sect.

He doesn't complain.

It's really different from him.

Zhenli took over the huge sect at the very end of the Canglan Sword Sect, not only retaining the name of the Nine Great Sects, but also having to make all of their generation advance to the Yuanying Realm, which really made the Canglan Sword Sect stand in the center of the continent's power again.

He is a good brother and a good boss for Zhenhe.

But that doesn't mean he's a good person, or that they've never done anything wrong.

Why did Senior Brother Zhenwei, who was mediocre in the past, suddenly have an epiphany of supreme sword qi and became a generation of sword immortals, why was he able to suddenly get so many resources in the first place, and the so-called experience of his predecessors......

If these things were really handed down by the ancestors of the Canglan Sword Sect, why had no one taken them out for thousands of years that had been oppressed before.

And his own apprentice Chang Ling...... Why did you use such a thunderous method against her that day?

Too many questions had been pressed on Zhenhe's heart for a long time, and for a long time, even he, a well-known Yuanying Realm cultivator, had to solve the problem by avoiding the problem.

This is too fatal for a righteous monk and a sword cultivator.

Several times he was awakened from retreat by demons, and blood gushed from his seven orifices.

Until this time, the demon clan suddenly broke into the Heavenly Xuan Realm.

After the quarrel with Zhenli, he had to force himself to face these problems.

Unlike the vast majority of monks in this world, he was brought back to the Canglan Sword Sect by the elders by the elders because of his great talent at a young age.

Under the deliberate cultivation of the sect, he has been far away from the mundane world since he was a child, he does not understand the sophistication of human feelings, and does not know how to intrigue.

And such a pure heart made him advance by leaps and bounds on the way of the sword, and he thought that he could go on like this forever.

But when he came to understand one day, the resources he used, the sect he loved to maintain, was built on the blood of others.

Zhenhe still can't describe how he felt when he broke through the Yuanying Realm and heard the conversation of the senior brothers outside the main hall.

Shock, trepidation, grief......

Countless emotions were mixed together and tightly wound around him.

He couldn't break free.

At this moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or not, he still had a pure heart.

But in the end, the opportunity he got from other people's lives was finally used to save the common people.

"I'm sorry. Zhenhe couldn't suppress his tears, and the tears actually washed away the dirt on his face little by little, revealing his white and handsome face.

Zhenli's worries are not unreasonable, with such a powerful sword talisman taken out, how will the other sects view the Canglan Sword Sect?

Especially Yuanhuamen, who was also involved in this matter that day, will they easily let them go?

He followed the rules all his life, and the last time he acted recklessly, he was sorry for the sect that raised and cultivated him.

But he never lived up to the world.

The real person on the other side of the jade pendant was silent for a long time, and his tone was already full of eagerness when he spoke again: "Chang'an, don't be impulsive, I, I'm heading towards that side with the sword, there will definitely be a way." ”

The tears on Makazu's face flowed even more fiercely.

Chang'an, this is his name when he was in a layman's house, and when he was a child, it was Zhenli who followed the master to carry him to the Canglan Sword Sect.

For countless days and nights, he was also a brother and a father.

When they were all young, the Canglan Sword Sect was in decline, and no matter what kind of activities there were among the nine major sects, they were the most subtle group, and they were to be criticized and humiliated.

At that time, Zhenli stood in front of them forever, straightening his back, as if he could hold up the whole sky for them.

They cheered each other on countless sweaty afternoons or tired midnights and promised that in the future, they would definitely become the brave and upright sword immortals in this heavenly Xuan Realm.

The sword in their hands will save the suffering of this world.

But when did all this change?

After all, they can't be the wanton and bright young people.

Driving that sword talisman had already exhausted all his spiritual power and even essence blood, and he was already at the end of his crossbow.

And the demon clan who was cut off by the waist, the blood in his body dripped down.

As long as it is slightly contaminated, it cannot avoid the fate of demonization.

Unconscious, driven by bloodthirsty and cruel instincts, eats the flesh and blood of living beings.

Rather than becoming such an unconscious monster and returning to the sect, even if there are means to suppress it for a short time, who knows when he will become a murderer who hurts those close to him, it is better to do his last bit here.

Mawa looked down at the chaos beneath his feet, and he slowly fell down.

"Canglan Sword Sect, Zhenhe. Facing the mountains and rivers at his feet, he slowly reported his name.

No one responded.

Mawa's body is getting brighter and brighter.

This is the light of a Yuan Infant Realm monk who blew himself up in the Yuan Infant.

Countless black shadows on the ground were caught in it, screaming fiercely.

When this strong light completely bloomed, the black qi that shrouded the entire sky over Youzhou seemed to be dispelled a little.

At this moment, the entire Tianxuan Continent saw this light that could not be concealed.

It is the last perseverance and kindness of a monk.

Countless black shadows that had been lost were swept into this light and burned all together.

After an unknown amount of time, everything fell silent.

Everything is back to business as usual.

Except for Zhenli, who has already reached the peak of the Tongtian Mountain Range.

When he saw the light, his steps stopped at once.

"Chang'an. He muttered.

The long-time head of the house stood on the top of the snow-covered mountain, unable to recover for a long time.

His heart was also full of torment.

As a righteous monk who had received a good education since childhood, how could he not worry about the world.

But he can't be exempt from vulgarity, these people from the Canglan Sword Sect and the Canglan Sword Sect are still more important to him.

Over the years, unlike those junior brothers and sisters who did not care about the world and devoted themselves to cultivation, his hands had long been stained with blood.

He is not as strong as he imagined when he was young, and he can barely protect some people by doing his best, as for protecting the people in this world, it is too difficult and difficult.

Today's such a thing of sending people to death should obviously be done by him, a criminal person, why would it be true and bury a life.

From the moment he took over the position of head of the sect, the Canglan Sword Sect became a mountain that bound his life, and he put it first in everything and shouldered this responsibility with his own hands.

He doesn't regret his choice.

He was proud of Mawa.

Zhenli didn't stop here for too long, choosing to follow him to Youzhou after discovering Zhenhe's intentions was already an 'irrational' thing, as the head of the Canglan Sword Sect, there were still so many treacherous clouds waiting for him.

There is not even time to grieve.

Soon, a sword light quickly pierced the sky.

The light of Youzhou gradually dissipated, and the black gas filled Youzhou again.

And even more are constantly pouring towards the mainland.

It seems that the light just now is just an illusion on everyone's part.

............

Chang Ling, who was already depressed, suddenly felt a twitching pain in his heart.

Obviously, her body already has a strong resistance to pain, but why is she still in pain at this moment.

Yes, it hurts.

Chang Ling gasped heavily, and the whole person couldn't help but roll on the ground.

The tears flowed even harder.

Luoyue's deep voice sounded in her ears: "Chang Ling, Zhenhe has fallen." ”

A bland tone, simple words.

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment.

That tall man with a cold face and a warm heart, who would go thousands of miles to seek swordsmanship for her, would fight for her in front of the entire master, and it was the warm hands that pulled her from the ground in the rainy night.

It was Chang Ling's entry and exit from the immortal cultivation realm, and he called a master immaturely.

"How come, Master, he is the youngest Yuanying Realm cultivator in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, a genius rarely encountered in a thousand years, and he will definitely become a sword immortal in the future......"

"I thought the next time I heard his name, it would be because he had already broken through to the Mystic Law Realm. ”

After a long while, Chang Ling said softly.

Multiple complex emotions were mixed together, and Chang Ling calmed down a little strangely.

She leaned against the cold wall, clasped her hands on her knees, and stared fixedly in front of her.

Eyes are blank.

"My master, did he die to cut off that demon race?" Chang Ling asked.

Luoyue responded, and said a little dryly: "The Canglan Sword Sect has a sword talisman, which is powerful enough to cut down the demon clan, but if you want to drive it, I am afraid that you need all the spiritual power and essence blood of Zhenhe, and after the demon body is cut off, the demon blood and demon qi are scattered, and the Zhenhe in the center will inevitably be contaminated." ”

"He wouldn't let himself be reduced to demonic dementia, so blowing himself up was the only way for him. ”

Luoyue is not a fool, he can think of all this, so he didn't have much hope for the sword talisman of the Canglan Sword Sect at the beginning.

Is it worth it to risk the world's condemnation and sacrifice a monk who is the main combat force of the Yuan Infant Realm?

If he were to make a choice, he would have taken a very different path.

Luo Yue couldn't help but doubt himself a little, the people in the Heavenly Xuan Realm were ugly, but behind the ugliness, everyone seemed to have some light that refused to be extinguished.

Even in this world where the Dao is incomplete and the aura is thin, there are still some people who are like lights that refuse to dissipate in the long night, little by little, the inheritance of the living beings in this world and the continuation of civilization.

At least everyone here is alive and vivid, different from those madmen who have cultivated the Tao of Ruthlessness, different from him.

Luoyue suddenly wanted to be impulsive.

He dragged a large handful of spiritual grass that nourished his soul from Chang Ling's storage artifact and swallowed it instantly.

When I open my eyes, my eyes are also very bright.

He hopes to see more of this light.

He hoped that Chang Ling would always be bright, and that he would be able to raise his arms and shout between the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers, and then watch the sparks of the stars set the prairie on fire.

The moon fell again, and it came into direct contact with the Heavenly Dao consciousness.