The Buzhou Mountain, known as the Pillar of Heaven and Earth, collapsed, and the sky seemed to have broken open, and the flood poured down, submerging the surrounding area with the Buzhou Mountain as the center.

Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, the whole world was suddenly dark.

The river of blood crossed the sky, and endless wails resounded in the four fields.

The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court collapsed in one fell swoop.

Lu Xingyi couldn't believe that this day would come so suddenly after experiencing this prosperous world, one moment he saw the scene of ten thousand demons being respected, and the next moment the sky collapsed.

The bell was vast and domineering, and it reached Lu Xingyi's ears, different from the meaning of dominating the heavens that he heard for the first time, the bell at this time was full of lore and anger, it was hard to imagine that someone would be the opponent of the Eastern Emperor, and he also had the courage to make a move, and more importantly, even the Emperor of Heaven was not in his eyes.

It roared constantly, as if someone was beating a drum between heaven and earth.

Lu Xingyi looked in the direction of Zhou Mountain, and could only see the boundless blood and qi and the phantom of gods and demons standing up to the sky, and the big bell with chaotic qi was submerged in it, and only a bell rang out.

Thunder and lightning slashed into the river of blood and landed accurately on the Chaos Clock, emitting a soul-stirring roar.

The flood swept through the nine heavens, and spread up the Buzhou Mountain at a speed that defied common sense, and there seemed to be countless swords inside, turning the originally glorious and atmospheric Heavenly Court into a ruin.

The wind and snow raged between heaven and earth, silently with a monstrous murderous aura, and the stars in the sky were crumbling and losing their original brilliance.

Thunder and lightning, floods, and wind and snow blended together, destroying the prosperity of the demon clan and pulling the supreme heavenly court down the altar.

The bell became deeper and lower, and with the collapse of Buzhou Mountain and the shattering of Heavenly Court, it lost its previous domineering, until it was slowly no longer heard.

But Lu Xingyi did not completely lose hope, because he felt a dull depression from his blood, and he was waiting for the moment when the ancestor broke out.

"Bell. ”

"Iron"

I don't know how long it took, as if countless spring and autumn seasons had passed, and just when the Chaos Bell suddenly let out a roar that resounded through the sky, a sword roar also appeared.

All kinds of visions between heaven and earth moved in unison, and all of them pressed towards the big bell in the sky.

There are countless creatures in heaven and earth, which were wiped out in this collision, especially the demon clan, most of them are demon cultivators with advanced cultivation, and they are also the foundation for the prosperity of the demon clan.

The sea of blood was boiling, and there were countless dry bones floating in it, hideously approaching the Chaos Bell, even if it would turn into ashes, it still rushed forward in waves.

The miserable yellow spring water turned into a giant python, wrapping around the Chaos Clock so that it could not reach the sky.

The cyan Twenty-Four Pins Lotus Platform shrouded the sky, exuding a peaceful light, blocking the path of the Chaos Bell.

Four killing swords poured out a monstrous murderous aura, a flag unfurled thousands of patterns, and the yin and yang gossip symbols were permeated all around.

The wind and snow are like knives, the floods are like swords, and thunder rushes down.

The bell became more and more urgent, as eager as a bean, until at last there was only a circle of empty rings, because the bell was so dense that it was impossible to discern the pause.

Endlessly.

Lu Xingyi's face turned pale, and he recognized those who attacked the Eastern Emperor, all of whom were defeated by the previous Eastern Emperor's subordinates or supernatural powers who were hidden due to the power of the Heavenly Court.

Dao Ancestor, Ancestral Witch, Blood River, Yellow Spring, Western Ancestor, Innate Being......

"How dare you?!"

Lu Xingyi roared angrily, and with a single thought, he held the Taiyi Sword in his hand and killed the Nine Heavens.

In these years of following the Emperor of Heaven and the Eastern Emperor, he has experienced the baptism of the power of the stars, and has seen the prosperity of the demon clan, he has already transcended the original dream realm and reached a higher and deeper realm.

There is no prohibition in this piece of heaven and earth, Lu Xingyi can step on the sky, the Taiyi sword in his hand exudes a dazzling red golden light, and it is the strongest sword intent as soon as he strikes.

The clouds are broken, and the stars are turning.

Lu Xing was reflected in a galaxy behind him, he plucked nine stars from the galaxy, fused them all into his sword, and slashed towards the nearest Dao Ancestor in front of him.

He was confident that he would bring harm to Dao Ancestor, and even if he was defeated, he could help Ancestor relieve the pressure.

However, the results he wanted not to happen.

The sword qi with the power of the infinite yang passed through the body of the Dao Ancestor, passed through the heaven and earth, and dissipated in the distance, as if it had never appeared.

Although he was shocked in his heart, he did not stop the sword in his hand.

In the glow of the sun, nine golden crows flew, and then turned into nine blazing suns.

Lu Xingyi pushed sideways with his sword, and a sea of fire poured down on the miserable yellow python on the Chaos Clock.

Still had no effect, and the sea of fire passed through everything and disappeared into the distance, causing no damage.

"How can this be ......"

Lu Xing's heart was beating wildly, he knew that this was just an illusion of assessment and trial, although he had never understood the mystery in between, but when he saw the demon clan captive the human race, the sword of that day had already killed the fierce demon, but why did the sword lose its due effect at this time?

The sword missed.

His sword wasn't as sharp as it used to be.

"Why ......," Lu Xingyi asked himself again.

......

......

Winter in the south is rarely snowy, and more often is icy and biting rain.

The drought lasted from early autumn to winter, and was mixed with the spread of the plague.

Because of the clammy weather and the poor living conditions of the refugees, the plague has not been able to be contained.

The southern passes to Quzhou were guarded by the army, and supplies seemed to be sufficient, but only for a very small number of refugees, many more of whom were heading north along the mountain roads.

The fields and mountains have eaten up everything that can be eaten, and the corpses are lying on the side of the road, and there is desolation along the way.

A cold rain fell, wetting everyone's clothes and giving a respite to those whose lives were hanging by a thread due to drought, and they had no strength to do anything to thank God, so they could only sit in the muddy water, waiting for the moment when their strength would recover.

Ning Shu stood under the tree with the hilt of the sword in his hand, swallowed the jerky coarse grain in his mouth with difficulty, and then took the rain and sent it to his mouth to prevent choking.

His cheeks were emaciated, his immaturity had faded, and all that remained was a gritty that did not correspond to his age.

He knew very well in his heart that this rain was definitely not a good thing, and when the refugees had enough rest, the evil that had fallen silent would be revived again, and more dehumanizing bloodshed would be repeated.

The rain fell on the mountains, and in addition to the fishy smell of the original earth, there was also the stench of rotting corpses, and the crows of all sizes landed on the white bones that had not yet completely rotted, making an irritating croaking sound.

Ning Shu's tired eyes revealed a sense of disgust, and he picked up the stone and threw it over, dispersing a group of black-pressed figures.

The crow seemed to be annoyed and shouted chaotically, but after seeing the boy's indifferent eyes, it hovered low for a moment and left unwillingly.

The refugees not far away looked at the boy under the tree, showing a hint of awe, in their eyes, this young boy had a cruel side, the long sword without a scabbard in his arms had been stained with too much blood, although the blood belonged to the 'people' who ate human flesh and drank human blood, but it was still terrifying after all.

Ning Shu has become more and more decisive in his sword since that day, from trembling at the beginning to swing the long sword with both hands, to slowly using one hand to do some simple slashing moves, and finally he can even send out some sword qi.

All of this is just because he doesn't want to see these human evils appear in the world again, even if it's just an illusion, he still chooses to face the ugliness of this world with the sword in his hand.

The sword stood taller than his entire body on the ground, and because there was proof of blood, it didn't feel funny at all.

The scabbard of Fifty Strings, which had originally been formed by the purple qi, had faded with the baptism of blood, revealing the sword body that shimmered with cold light below, reflecting the rain in the sky.

Ning Shu sat down and began to remember how far he had traveled during this time and how many people he had killed along the way.

Two ...... in Wangjia Village

Five ...... of Ming Yang Road

Fourteen Jintan Bridges......

Forty-nine ...... in Hongtian Town

The most common time was in Hongtian Town, a small village but located at the pass of the mountain road, and the people in the town were unwilling to give up the family business passed down from their ancestors, so they stuck to the town and accepted refugees who came to take refuge at the same time.

But fate is always easy to favor some unjust things, when Ning Shu walked to Hongtian Town with difficulty, the entire village and town was no longer populated, there were corpses everywhere, and the houses were in a mess, leaving no food and money.

The middle-aged man with a hoe in his hand fell to the ground covered in blood, the beard of the old man's jaw was stained red with blood, and the blood hole on the child's body was gushing out......

An entire town was left untouched.

Ning Shu saw all kinds of cruel pictures along the way, but he had never seen such a decisive method, so he followed the footsteps on the ground and found the lair of a group of bandits.

Troubled times.

That was the day when the fifty strings in his hand completely faded from the purple scabbard, and it was also that day that none of the forty-nine thieves walked out of the cottage alive.

The rest were scattered numbers, most of them didn't remember where the sword came from, maybe they saw something on the side of the road, and there were also refugees who saw wealth or took Ning Shu as a full meal.

There were so many people who died, so many that Ning Shu was a little numb when he took out his sword, but he knew in his heart that what he had done was better than hiding in the muddy water and watching these things happen.

Since you have a sword in your hand, you should be fearless with your sword.

Regardless of fantasy, whether it is real, whether it is immortal.

Just good and evil.

These were some of the things that Ning Shu realized, so he decided to escort the refugees through the vast mountains and then to Guangling City in Quzhou.

A thick shadow could be seen in the largest town of Quzhou ahead, where the Divine Dynasty was said to have provided the best disaster relief work, and what he wanted to ensure was that the malice of humanity would be stifled on this last stretch of the road.