Blood splattered, accompanied by a bitter wail.

The hot liquid made the refugees stop approaching Ning Shu, and the leader of the refugees, who had lost an arm, rubbed back on the ground in horror, as if he could not understand or accept such a result, and there was nothing more in his mouth, only babbling in pain and the sound of constant gasps.

They were all fugitives, and they didn't have much strength, and in such a situation, I don't know if they were frightened, and they all froze in place like wood.

There was no sound under the silent night sky except the sound of heavy breathing.

Ning Shu stepped forward and picked up the purple sword from the ground, holding the sword in his arms, there was black and red blood on the sword, white gas rose in the cold night, with the young man's movements, some blood stains were stained on his clothes, together with the blood droplets splashed on the young man's face, it looked extremely hideous.

"I won't give you a sword. ”

He looked at the refugees on the ground who had passed out, and after a moment he uttered such a sentence hoarsely, and then disappeared into the night with the complicated eyes of the refugees.

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The momentum of the wind and snow outside the tower decreases as the night falls until it stops.

Except for a few people on the stone floor, most of the people who watched the assessment have already left, for them, there are only two results, one is that the prince of the demon clan has successfully cleared the customs, and the other is that the prince of the demon clan has failed, as for the latter result, in the eyes of everyone, the odds are really small and pitiful, not because they are not optimistic about the young man who started last and brought too many surprises, but the two of them are also in the eighth layer, the red golden light of the prince of the demon clan is more and more dazzling, but the purple light presented by the young man is extremely dim.

The gap in the realm of cultivation, the stereotypes left in everyone's minds, and the performance of the assessment in the tower all prove that the success of the demon prince will only be a matter of time.

The boy is certainly a surprise, but after all, it is the time to run out of power.

Daoist Shangshu Ji Xunli took the Yue family brothers and sisters to sit on the stone lawn, and on the other side sat several guards of the demon clan.

Yuan Youtao, Jin Weiqi and a few others were wrapped in thick blankets and leaned on the stone pillars under the corridor, constantly watching the movement in the tower.

The wind and snow blew all day, and finally ushered in the long-lost clear sky in the night, a little starlight with the moonlight shining down, reflecting a bright and clean in the mountains of Taifu, the most dazzling in this piece of heaven and earth is the red golden light on the meditation tower, scorching and shining, as if to break through the tower body and go straight to the sky.

And the purple light next to it was like a tiny star, lonely and dim.

If anyone could see the scene behind the chaos from the eighth floor to the ninth floor of the Meditation Tower, they would find that the chaos behind it was just an extremely ordinary-looking staircase.

Two men stood at the front and back of the stairs, one smiling, the other frowning, as if thinking about something.

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Ning Shu was still walking in the night, and the refugees from before did not continue to follow him.

In a dilapidated village, it looked like it had been ransacked, there was no one on the ground, the ground was barren and messy, Ning Shu found a thatched hut that looked quite sturdy and would not collapse, lay down, covered all the thatch scattered in the house on his body, and then opened his eyes in a daze.

He looked blankly at the darkness in front of him, his hands trembled slightly, and he kept wiping his hands with the thatch covering his body, and the blood stains on his face and clothes until his skin was red and oozing blood.

Empty eyes, repetitive movements, the original immature face in addition to the dust also added a lot of wounds, some of them were scratched, some of them were self-inflicted, and there were some tear stains between the pieces of dust, which looked very miserable.

It's not like he hasn't seen blood on his hands.

The demon beasts in the mountains, the cultivators with bad intentions, the alien races lurking in Los Angeles, and the monsters that set up the killing game......

But these are all cultivators, Ning Shu never thought that he would use a sword against ordinary people, because in his opinion, if he is a cultivator, then he will not oppress mortals at another level, even in the environment of assessment and trial.

However, when he really faced those refugees who had lost their humanity with green light in their eyes, acting like evil spirits, when he smashed his sword on the refugee and watched the thin arm fall to the ground, when the hot blood beads fell on his cheeks, he realized that those who thought they were decisively swords, fierce sword intent and cold murderous aura were empty talk.

There was no sword intent murderous, only trembling hands and a fearful heart.

He could face those cultivators with his sword, but he couldn't use his sword against these refugees who were even more terrifying than the cultivators.

It's a ridiculous thing.

Sword cultivation was the original heart, but now he felt as if he had deviated from his original path.

Although he was only a six-year-old now, and the sword in his arms needed both hands to barely pick it up, in his opinion, these were all manifestations of his own fear.

Because of fear, there is powerlessness.

He clearly felt in his heart that he could swing the sword in his hand, but it was because he was unwilling to attack mortals that he chose to dodge, and even the fifty strings were covered with a layer of purple scabbards.

If he had been brave, the children and women of that day would not have been corpses, and he would not have hid in the muddy waters and would not have dared to speak out.

Cut off all the things in your heart.

This was Ning Shu's only thought when he cultivated his sword, but now, because of the hesitation and fear in his heart, the sword heart was no longer sharp, the sword body was no longer sharp, and the sword intent was no longer unstoppable.

Evil can be seen everywhere, there are cultivators, there are mortals, if you can't treat everyone equally, then how can you cultivate the sword? If you lose the determination to use the sword at this moment because of your youth, he will still hesitate when he encounters such a thing on his cultivation path in the future, and this hesitation is enough to block his cultivation path.

All kinds of thoughts converged, and Ning Shu vaguely felt as if he had grasped something.

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Lu Xingyi stood on Buzhou Mountain, stepping on the blue bricks of the heavenly court under his feet, accepting the baptism of the power of the stars.

These days, he was accustomed to seeing the humble posture of all the races of heaven and earth in front of the Heavenly Emperor, which he had never experienced in Wuliang Mountain.

In his original piece of heaven and earth, because of the existence of the Divine Dynasty and the Daomen, the demon clan is not the only one in power between heaven and earth, even in the Wuliang Mountain, the Golden Crow clan is only one of the three royal families, in many cases, the Qilin and Canglong clan do not buy his account much, even if he is now the most outstanding genius of the demon clan for thousands of years, but above him, there are other strong people.

Ever since he stepped into this chaos, he had clearly known that this was an illusion, and with his cultivation, it was enough to break through it easily, but as he spent more time in it, he seemed to like the feeling of the demon clan ruling the heavens and the earth even more.

I want to trace the truth about the disappearance of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court.

Indulge in the splendor of worship with all races.

Lu Xingyi unconsciously mixed the two.

The ancestral witch born with heaven and earth besieged the seat of the Eastern Emperor, and was suppressed by the Eastern Emperor with a godless bell, and the three Taoist ancestors of the Daomen were calculated by the Emperor of Heaven, lost their true bodies, and did not dare to be born in the mountain gate, the leader of the human race, Fu Xi, came to Buzhou Mountain to meet the Emperor of Heaven, and the demon master opened the altar to preach, and the Emperor of Heaven took Buzhou Mountain as a formation to set up the Zhou Tianxing Dou Great Array, and sealed the gods.......

Lu Xingyi witnessed the prosperity of the demon clan scene by scene, which was the thing he hoped for the most in his heart, and it was also the goal of his cultivation in this life.

Heaven and earth are prosperous, and the demon clan occupies the mountain as the king.

The 100,000-mile demon city is continuous, and ten thousand demons dance together in the wilderness.

Lu Xingyi walked between heaven and earth, he went to many places, and saw all kinds of scenery of all races.

At the beginning, he had seen a demon tribe in the Eastern Plains feeding on the blood of captive humans, and he decisively took out his sword to cut off the head of the great demon.

Because he was a sword cultivator, when he saw such a cruel picture for the first time, he wanted to take action to change all this.

Later, he passed through a certain valley and found that it was full of corpses and bones, human races, demon races, and the yin qi was full, and the demon clan in the mountain did not feel guilty at all when he saw him, but angrily reprimanded him for his behavior of maintaining weakness, this time he still took out his sword, but he did not find that his sword intent was already a little hesitant.

After watching one bloody slaughter after another, slaughtering, and even the demon clan's encirclement and suppression of a certain Terran tribe during the day, Lu Xingyi's face became calm, and he no longer stopped it, nor did he participate in it, but just walked by with a cold face.

The blood flowed to the soles of his shoes and splashed onto the uppers of his shoes, listening to the cries and roars of those mortals, Lu Xingyi could have rescued them, but he didn't choose as he did at the beginning.

In his opinion, although he didn't agree with those demon clans' remarks that the weak urine should be reduced to blood food, he didn't want to use his sword against his own clan again, this was not connivance, but he wanted to ignore these trivial matters.

The most important thing in his heart is only the glory of the demon clan and his own strength.

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On the stairs, Lu Xingyi opened his eyes and looked at the translucent light of the ninth floor of the Meditation Tower not far ahead, he did not choose to continue to move forward and then win, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, closed his eyes again, and whispered indifferently: "As long as my demon clan can control this heaven and earth, why not sacrifice more for all races? As long as I can cultivate to the supreme realm, what can I do with one less sword? What does life and death in the world's affairs have to do with me?"

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Lu Xingyi chose to immerse himself in the illusion again.

When he came in this time, he experienced a completely different picture than before.

There was a rain of fire and rain between the heavens and the earth, and the flood was monstrous, and there were roars everywhere, as if gods and demons had descended into the world.

Everywhere you see are battles, humans and demons, witches and demons, all races and demons......

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array set up by the Heavenly Emperor seemed to be restricted by something, and Lu Xingyi could no longer accept the power of the stars.

The bell of the Eastern Emperor rang wave after wave, as if it contained countless anger, he had never seen his ancestor appear such an emotion, when he defeated several ancestral witches in a row that day, the Eastern Emperor had a casual expression, but now, ......

Before he could think about it, he heard a bang, and the whole world suddenly lost its color.

No, the mountain fell.

"Why ......"

Lu Xingyi looked at all this in front of him and muttered like a lost soul.