There will always be one or two things in life that you can't control but want to change, and there will always be a few moments in life that you especially want to give up, but at this time giving up does not mean admitting defeat, but for something more important than winning or losing. When you are willing to give up for the sake of others one day, it means that you have matured and finally lived to understand what you want to change at that time.

The killing continued, but it was no longer between the living and the living, but between the living and the dead, or the living dead, no people or ghosts, whatever it was, in short, it was a group of monsters that could not be killed, as if they would become quiet and calm after destroying all living things.

Wuxin looked at these enemies in front of him, some of whom had even memorized their appearances, sniffing the familiar aura of death emanating from their bodies, and suddenly thought of a place. The stream of the dead, where it all began, but it made him unforgettable for the rest of his life, and the living dead in front of him at this moment were like the piles of dead bodies under the steep cliffs, and there was nothing left but disgust.

When I think of the Undead Stream, I can't help but think of the heavy rain, the Golden Knife Ke, Red Feather, Shangguan Yunjie, Ji Rufeng, Zhongbo, Tiexiong, Murong Xue, Murong Qianhe...... There are still many people, many acquaintances, strangers, those who died tragically under the clutches of Red Feather, those who fought against Red Feather and rested forever in the ground. His heart was suddenly very hot, hot, so hot that it was uncontrollable, and then his whole body began to burn, as if he had been burned by a fire, which set everything on fire and burned everything.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling blood light flashed quickly, and the blood knife held in Wuxin's hand drew a winding arc in the air, as beautiful as a flash in the pan. There were no screams, no blood splashes, only a few of the living dead closest to Wuxin falling straight backwards, no struggle, no rolling, just like that.

The living dead died, and they finally couldn't stand up, because their heads had been cut off in an instant, rolled aside, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who, and the sharp bloody blades had harvested their lives for the second time, and this time, what awaited them was complete annihilation.

With the gentle blowing of the evening breeze from the entrance of the cave, the dead bodies that fell to the ground turned into a cloud of dust, drifted away with the wind, and then disappeared, as if they had never appeared, and everything before was an illusion. At this time, the blood knife held in Wuxin's hand was no longer as scarlet as blood, but more like a layer of flames entwined around it, like hellfire, specifically for the filthy soul to transcend.

"Behead them!" Wuxin, who saw this scene, seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and said loudly, he was alerting the shadow members around him, and then before the words fell, he once again rushed towards his nearest enemy, the living dead.

When everything is seen through, it seems that everything seems so simple, no longer hesitate, no longer lingering. When the truth is revealed, it seems that everything becomes clear and fragile.

Finally, Wuxin led people out of the cave and came to the outside of the cave door. I don't know how many living dead people I killed along the way, but the shadow knife was obviously not a blood knife, and there were no layers of hellfire, and the living dead who were cut down by them just turned into dead people again, and they didn't drift away with the wind. So there are still some of the living dead who have been driven out of the caves, and they are not all wiped out.

When he rushed out of the cave, he couldn't help but frown suddenly, because he saw a person, a person standing on a large wooden altar and dancing up and down. The crimson run, the crimson hair, the crimson eyebrows, and the circle of fireworks that were shining around the altar. This person standing on the altar is none other than the Lord of Crescent Island, the Dragon Emperor.

Is this what Long Xinyue called the evil skill? Wuxin frowned, and said silently in his heart, he had never seen such a strange move in the rivers and lakes, it looked more like a magic stick there to swagger and deceive, it was not profound at all, it just made people feel a little gloomy.

The Shadow Members are still fighting the remaining living dead, and they have learned the most effective methods from Wuxin, so the outcome is now clear, and it is only a matter of time before they take out the enemies who are not human or ghost.

And Wuxin finally understood, those who originally died were just puppets controlled by the Dragon Emperor using the so-called evil skills, except for immortality, there was nothing else, maybe they met a different opponent from the past, maybe it was specifically to free them, let them leave this world quietly, no matter where they went, in short, they were no longer lonely ghosts.

Wuxin looked at the Dragon Emperor who was still flying up and down on the altar, and couldn't help but let out a sneer, full of contempt, full of ridicule. Because in his eyes, the Dragon Emperor at this time is more like an old man with poor donkey skills, jumping up and down for the sake of not knowing what to do next.

The Dragon Emperor seemed to hear the heartless laughter, and his movements began to stop slowly, and after seeing all this in front of him, a strange sound came out of his mouth, and then he saw that the few living dead who were left slowly retreated, retreated to the side of the altar, and slowly quieted down.

"It seems that your trick is not suitable for everyone, but I didn't expect them to be so fragile, dead people are dead people after all, and they can't become living people. Wuxin looked at the Dragon Emperor who stopped moving, and said lightly, although his tone was gentle, but it was full of disdain.

The Dragon Emperor looked at the few living dead left, squinted his eyes, he really didn't expect Wuxin to break his own living dead array so quickly, he couldn't help but look at the blood knife that seemed to be burning in Wuxin's hand, and seemed to understand everything at once.

"Do you think you'll win if you break my move?hahaha....... the show has just begun!" The Dragon Emperor looked at Wuxin and said with a sneer, laughing loudly and full of confidence, and then saw him look at the ghost Bian who had been standing on the edge of the altar and said loudly: "Bring it up!"

But at this time, Ghost Bian's attention was all on Wuxin's body, and he also didn't believe that Wuxin broke the siege of the living dead so easily, and the most important thing was that Wuxin hadn't looked at him directly since he came out, which was the biggest insult to him, if he hadn't been injured, it is estimated that he would have rushed up long ago.

"Bring it on!" Seeing that Ghost Bian did not react, the Dragon Emperor shouted loudly again, his face gloomy and seemingly a little dissatisfied.

Ghost Bian finally heard it this time, glared at Wuxin fiercely, and then reluctantly wanted to walk behind the altar, and kept looking back at Wuxin as he walked, and a trace of schadenfreude suddenly appeared in his eyes. 、

Hearing the Dragon Emperor's words, and then seeing Ghost Bian's eyes, his heart suddenly tightened, and he frowned tightly, and his intuition told him that something might happen next that he didn't want to see.

Sure enough, I saw that after walking to the altar, Ghost Bian quickly returned, and he was no longer alone, but holding a person who was tied up by five flowers in one hand, it was Ruyi and Nangong Chu!

Seeing this, a burst of anger burned again in Wuxin's heart, as if he had guessed what the Dragon Emperor was going to do next, and originally planned to rush forward directly, but in the end he tried his best to restrain himself. Although Ghost Bian had already been seriously injured, in the face of Ruyi and Nangong Chu, who were tied up by Wuhua at this time, Ghost Bian could kill them at any time.

"What do you want!?" Wuxin stared at the Dragon Emperor with red eyes, looked at the Dragon Emperor coldly, and said in a low voice, the blood knife in his hand was trembling slightly, and the burning flame seemed to be even hotter, constantly flashing with fiery red light.

The Dragon Emperor snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You should know what I want, it depends on whether you care about your own personal enmity, or whether you care about the life or death of the two of them!" As soon as the Dragon Emperor's words fell, the ghost Bian who walked to the front of the altar had already reached out and pinched Nangong Chu's neck, looking at Wuxin and sneering proudly.

"Stop!" Wuxin glared at the angry eyes, looked at the Dragon Emperor coldly, and said loudly. He knew that the Dragon Emperor was not joking, even if he really did what he said, he would probably kill Nangong Chu with his hands, because he still had Ruyi in his hands.

When the words fell, Wuxin looked at Leng and nodded, although he didn't say anything, Leng already understood, and walked towards the cave without hesitation.

I didn't want to understand what the Dragon Emperor wanted, it was nothing more than a living Seven Sage King, because the Dragon Emperor also wanted to use the identity of the Seven Sages King to enter the Central Plains in the future, and then dominate the Central Plains Martial Arts, this is a contract that the Dragon Emperor and the Seven Sage Kings have made a long time ago, so the Dragon Emperor does not allow the Seven Sages King to die.

But everything is always easy to remember, and once you do it, you will realize that it is not as simple as you imagined......