When he was about a foot away from Song Zhendong, Li Mengluan stopped and quietly stared at his dear cousin, who had become an enemy at this moment. As if they hadn't gathered for thousands of years, Li Mengluan's eyes were unfamiliar, but there was a little familiar throbbing hidden in his eyes. Her hands began to tremble, and her body seemed to break free of some kind of control, but at this critical moment, she forced herself to close her eyes. The moment she closed her eyes, she felt the pain of all her internal organs being torn apart.

The consciousness sank into the emptiness and darkness that had been "lost for a long time", and the soul was tightly encircled in it. Li Mengluan was urged by an inexplicable voice, it seemed like an indisobedient order, making her slowly pull out the iron sword from her waist again.

Like the violinist plucking the strings, like the little ripple when a dragonfly falls on the water, like the glimmer of light when the sun rises at dawn.

The earthquake trembled, the void shook, and the dawn appeared, shining in a moment.

A white light flickered in the air, marking an indelible mark in the blue sky, like a crack separating time, space and emotion.

Song Zhendong's chest immediately had a blood mark, and blood spurted out from the shocking long wound, splashing in the yellow sand, blooming red plums. His body slowly fell down at this moment, but the corners of his mouth were filled with an imperceptible, faint smile.

For a moment, but it seemed like a century ago. In that moment, she saw his face clearly, and his smile with a deep meaning.

Li Mengluan understood everything, and then the whole world collapsed in front of her eyes in an instant, and scenes of evil appeared in the depths of her soul, guiding her into the abyss of fear.

She saw the demon-turned girl repeating the same action on the battlefield, mercilessly maiming and slaughtering everyone around her. brought pain to the bodies of countless people, smeared the world of countless people with darkness, and finally even his cousin could not let go, and opened the door of the underworld for him with his own hands. Such an act is inferior to that of beasts, and it is only worthy of merciless judgment at the bottom of hell.

"What have I done?" Li Mengluan's originally ethereal and pleasant voice became hoarse and sharp, and everyone who heard it could feel the sorrow and remorse from the depths of his heart.

Sober up, understood, what's the use? It's too late, it's irreparable. Li Mengluan's will completely collapsed and fell into a drowsy. She didn't know how the battle ended, and she couldn't remember how she had returned. By the moment she regained consciousness, she was already lying on the soft floor of her room.

That night was not a sleepless night, but it made Li Mengluan toss and turn even more.

She played with a group of children on the endless green lawn, and the laughter of the children filled her heart with joy, as if she had returned to her usual state of mind like a bird in the air. She smiled heartily and beat excitedly until the moment before everything around her changed.

The turquoise lawn disappeared with the children, and the scene around them turned into a white snowfield, which was supposed to be a white environment but was polluted by another color, and the children were still alive and jumping, and the unusually cheerful children were now silent, turning into corpses lying upside down, blood soaked in the snow, and the dazzling scarlet was still overflowing and scattering.

The truth was happening right in front of her, but she still couldn't believe it. She looked up, only to find Xuantian's figure standing on the edge of the snow, looking at her from afar. When her gaze met Xuantian, Xuantian shook his head lightly as if he felt very sorry, and turned to walk into the distance. Li Mengluan found a deep disappointment in Xuantian's eyes. She reacted immediately, chasing like crazy, using all her physical strength, trying her best as fast as she could, only to find that the distance between her and Xuantian would only get farther and farther, until she watched his figure disappear in the snow.

Li Mengluan knelt on the ground, and finally found that it was impossible for her to escape from this snowy land, and there was an inexplicable force that restrained her steps. Winter is actually a symbol of decay, Li Mengluan lowered his head, raised his hands, quietly stared at the bright red color on his hands, and sobbed in a low voice. It turns out that winter is destined to be her season.

It was still the chaos at the end of dusk, at the beginning of the night.

The black-cloaked alien stood in the biting cold wind, looking so weak. It's a pity that no one will help her, no matter how big the storm is, no matter how big the danger, she can only face it alone. She couldn't predict what the future would bring, but her final choice was so firm. In the midst of the howling storm, she stood resolutely, without fear, without giving up, she could not fall, she could not let her will fall into a deep sleep.

The scythe behind her back was so heavy that she had to bend slightly, it was all the karma she carried. The suffocating feeling of oppression was so horrible that it was like a swamp to hell, pulling people down. Sinking is simple, but escape is difficult.

If this sin belonged to her, heaven would not be able to forgive it. But-----

She is destined to carry this karma that has nothing to do with her, go through spring, autumn, winter and summer, spend a hundred years of floating life, travel through three lives and seven lives, and taste the six reincarnations.

The scales of fate that are completely out of balance, and no one corrects them.

Looking at the fading sunset, a crystal clear tear slipped down her face. Not because of hatred, not because of complaining, just because of regret.

She always believed that the main reason for everything was not framing and conspiracy, but because she failed to restrain her demons. Silently blaming all the blame on herself and bearing it alone, she must not allow anyone around her to suffer karmic erosion.

A drizzle of rain fell from the depths of the clouds, falling on her cloak as crystal clear as her tears. She looked up at the sky, a slight smile on her lips. Although Heaven could not give her salvation, she was already very relieved if she could give her a little mercy.

She slowly put back on her cloak and paced toward the end of the wilderness, her figure fading into the chaos.

Xuantian's sudden appearance really startled several black-clothed people, and they hurriedly looked up and down with vigilant eyes. A man in black straightened his face and asked, "Who are you, and why are you the enemy of us?"

"This question is what I want to ask the most, what do you want to bully this man?"

"This..."The man in black naturally couldn't tell him the reason, so he was speechless for a while, hesitant, and vague. Xuantian Bao sneered and shook his head: "You are dressed mysteriously and act strangely, you really can't be believed. Today, if you are willing to let this brother live, then I can not go deeper, if I want to be stubborn, then I have to take action and solve it by force. ”

Xuantian is heroic and extraordinary, and the man in black can see at a glance that he is a master and is very difficult to deal with. But now the purple-robed man may have seen the hint of the plan, and if he doesn't extinguish his mouth, he may cause a catastrophe. Afraid of the majesty of its leader, the men in black had no choice but to bite the bullet and say seriously: "No matter what, this man must die." ”

The moment Xuantian understood their intentions, he drew the sword from behind his back and took out a "Prison Talisman", and then he attached the charm to the sword body, condensed his true qi, injected it into the sword, and slashed forward with enough strength.

A little spiritual light, shining all things, a spring of clear streams, moistening all directions.

The immortal sound is swirling, if the water is flowing and surging, the runes in the light are flickering and fluttering. In the blink of an eye, Tsinghua formed a circle of three feet on its own, shining brightly, and the runes floated into the air, scattering and wandering, rippling in the void, silently forming a barrier that closed the space, so that the black-clothed people were imprisoned and could not be freed.

The subtle, crisp trembling sound like a cicada chirping when the runes rippled made everyone in black immediately understand Xuantian's intentions, and they all slapped their palms in all directions, trying to break this "cage".

The red mangs were rampant, the gangfeng roared and roared, and the atmosphere of killing and tyranny was strong. However, such a powerful offensive subsided and dissipated after a fierce collision with the spatial barrier, and it could not cause the slightest damage to it.

The immortal sound flickered high and low, the rhythm of the void fluttered fast and slow, the runes changed positions in an orderly manner, and everything ran in an orderly manner. Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky.

Although they saw the effect of this cage, the people in black still refused to give up, and frequently kept pumping their palms towards the barrier, the red rays shuttled, and the bombardment was like beating thousands of drums at the same time, even if it was a mile away, it was clearly audible.