Su Nan sat at the table and unknowingly passed three days.

It's another moonlit night.

It's just that the moonlight tonight seems to be exceptionally round and bright.

Next to the disk-like moon, two stars shine and move, then overlap together.

At the same time, Su Nan fell asleep on the table.

Monks don't have to sleep, and they don't dream.

Su Nan fell asleep.

A young girl in a black leather dress stood on the spire of an ancient tower.

Underneath is a dense patch of ancient people in leather clothes.

Or it is an ancient martial monk, regardless of people, demons, and demons.

These ancient warrior monks held weapons in their hands, their expressions resentful, and their eyes were staring at the girl at the spire.

"Kill, kill this demon girl!"

"For the sake of the world, for the sake of world peace, kill her!"

The girl in the leather skirt had a black veil on her face, her eyes were ethereal and beautiful, and she stood on the top of the spire, looking out of the crowd, her eyes full of desolation.

The soil is dry and cracked, there is not a single water source within 10,000 miles, all the rivers and seas, all the lakes have dried up.

The few large trees in the distance had also withered, and all that was left was a firewood stand.

The girl in the leather skirt pulled her gaze back to the closer, and surrounded the ancient warrior monks under the tower, both men and women, with thin figures, sallow faces, and tired expressions, only a pair of eyes with bone-eating hatred were full of life.

The aura of the world is almost gone, and these monks are also dying.

There was a deep sadness in the eyes of the girl in the leather skirt, was she really wrong?

The long sword in his hand began to tremble and glow.

This sword has been psychic, and it has even been able to sense the Heavenly Dao.

The girl raised her sword and stretched out her other hand to gently caress the sword.

"Xuanyuan, thank you, don't worry, I won't seek death. Even if everyone in the world abandons me and spits on me, as long as I have you by my side, I will definitely live strongly. ”

Hearing the girl's words, the long sword seemed to be relieved, and finally stopped trembling, and the light stopped flickering.

The girl in the leather skirt looked up at the sunny sky, and the desperate scolding of the crowd came from her ears, making her angrily raise the long sword in her hand and go straight to the sky.

"Heavenly Dao old thief, since you don't allow my existence, why do you let me exist? Now, since I already exist, then I will destroy you and return the world to life, a peaceful and prosperous world full of spiritual energy!"

The girl was like a phoenix bathed in fire, surrounded by golden light, carrying a long sword, and flew into the air.

The deafening roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the long sword split the sky, which also made the Heavenly Dao even more angry.

In fact, the Heavenly Dao was already very angry, because the girl was its loophole, its nemesis, and as a high Heavenly Dao, it would never allow the existence of the girl.

But the girl just stubbornly survived, and she has survived until now, and her cultivation is unfathomable.

The Heavenly Dao has sent down divine punishments again and again, and this land shrouded in the Heavenly Dao is either flooded or drought, thunder on sunny days, and sudden hail is even more commonplace.

In the end, the land was full of holes, the aura was lost, and there was not much life left.

It's just that all these Heavenly Dao don't care, it just wants to kill its only nemesis.

The sword of the girl in the leather skirt injured Tiandao and made Tiandao even more frightened.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a giant beast struck, and the girl quickly dodged, and the attack of the Heavenly Dao struck again

The battle lasted for nine days, changing the color of the heavens and the earth and panicking the only remaining crowd below.

The way of heaven was finally defeated and fell into a deep sleep, the scorching sun was shrouded in dark clouds, and the raindrops were gently sprinkled.

On the ground, grass burrows out of the dirt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dead trees sprout new shoots.

The vitality is back, and the aura is slowly returning.

The girl in the leather skirt fell from the sky like a rag doll, and the way of heaven was not so easy to defeat, and she was also seriously injured.

The girl in the leather skirt fell right in the middle of the crowd, and the Regulus sword landed next to her.

"Kill her, as long as she is there, our world will never be at peace, and the wrath of Heaven will never stop. ”

An old man on crutches with intricate patterns on his face pointed at the girl and shouted angrily.

Everyone pounced on the girl, the aura in their bodies was almost dry, and they couldn't use it for cultivation, but they punched, kicked with their feet, bit with their teeth, smashed with stones, and burned with fire

They tried to kill the girl in every way they could.

Because in their eyes, the girl is not a monk at all, she is the source of evil.

But soon everyone was horrified to find that even if the girl was seriously injured and motionless and let them beat her, they still couldn't kill the girl.

The old man with a cane suddenly picked up the Xuanyuan long sword on the ground.

Xuanyuan Long Sword experienced the battle with Heavenly Dao, and at this time, it no longer had the prestige of the Divine Sword.

It was in the old man's hand, like an ordinary long sword, and it couldn't make the slightest movement of resistance.

The sword pierced the girl's heart.

The girl who had fallen into a coma suddenly woke up and looked at the sword in her chest in disbelief.

She began to cry.

After all, can't you escape your fate?

Do you still want to die after all?

The Xuanyuan long sword was refined by herself, and every inch of the sword body was made with the materials she had personally found when she had traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains.

Every rune and every pattern on the sword body was also engraved by her personally.

Although the Xuanyuan Long Sword has been a magic weapon since the day it was refined, the sword spirit at that time was just a mess, like a baby born, ignorant.

It is the companionship of the girl day and night, so that it grows slowly.

The girl held up the last of her strength and slowly reached for the sword.

She pulled out a sad smile and said in a very soft voice: "Xuanyuan, I don't blame you. ”

When the girl's last word fell, her beautiful eyes were closed forever.

The old man pulled out Xuanyuan's long sword with great difficulty, and the girl's blood also jumped out, staining the grass all over the ground.

The old man laughed madly with excitement, "Hahaha! The old man killed the demon girl, and the old man is the benefactor of Heaven!"

A drop of blood splashed onto the tip of Xuanyuan's long sword, slowly slashing across the blade and landing on the old man's hand.

This drop of blood was different from the other blood ejaculated from the girl's body, it was not warm, but so cold.

Like the blood and tears of Xuanyuan's sword.

Hearing a loud bang, Xuanyuan's long sword shattered, and every fragment was tightly pierced into the old man's flesh, separating his flesh and bones.

However, this could not comfort Xuanyuan Longsword's sadness.

He would never forget what the maiden had said when she had first cast him.

"Xuanyuan, don't kill people in the future, the people you kill can't fall into reincarnation, the soul can only wander in the boundless nothingness, you have to be good in the future." ”

A breeze blew and blew the girl's veil.

That face is familiar.