After the ice and snow melted, what was left behind was not a piece of terracotta.

The grass is green, the flowers bloom in an instant, and the pines and cypresses rise from the ground in an instant.

The prodigal son feather brought the endless wind and snow on the West Kunlun, and everything revived in an instant, and the upper part of the Kunlun Mountain, which was covered in snow all year round, ushered in its own vitality.

It is worthy of being the first mountain range favored by the Creator, where the ancestral court of all races is located. The vigorous vitality is awe-inspiring in the universe, and of course it may be left by the prodigal son.

The endless wind and snow instantly fixed everything, and also fixed the bloody breath and the endless filth.

Prodigal Ziyu chuckled: "It's really much more comfortable, otherwise I really wouldn't dare to show my face in front of you." ”

can fix the blood stain, of course, it can't freeze thirty-six bloodthirsty Shura, thirty-five scarlet figures, and thirty-five scarlet spears instantly surround it.

Without a single superfluous gossip, the bloody blood of the thirty-five handfuls of Chi Leng had already hit the prodigal son. The gun is red, the red is bright, and it can love the heart.

Sealed everything, the prodigal son feather was surrounded by murderous machines, and the fishy wind filled it, making it impossible to escape, and the prodigal son feather's cheeks were stinged.

But seeing the prodigal Ziyu without fear, or fist, or palm, or fingers to the scarlet spear in the air, the figure is extremely graceful, fluttering and like a fairy, like the world independent in the bloody gun shadow to walk, such as a leisurely stroll.

The punch, the palm, the snap of the fingers sliced the scarlet spear far away, keeping it out of reach. The mysterious Yibu under his feet stepped out of the principle of heaven and earth, stepped out of the illusion of the stars, and walked in the slightest gap that was forced out, like a beautiful son of the turbid world who was playing in the mountains and rivers.

The surrounding dense scarlet, dense gun shadows, and dense bloodthirsty Shura are like beautiful and gorgeous scenery, like a delicate bloom, and bright red and bewitching flowers bloom in the garden. A diligent gardener takes care of this beauty in it, and makes the flowers and grass in it.

The gun is fast, like a shooting star drawn out. People are faster, faster out of the sky, and the reflected bursts of red shadows can't catch up.

The picture is very beautiful, and it is also very fast, and the idle person can only see the red, and the red seems to be dripping blood. I can't see the strange scarlet gun shadow with a burst of killing machines, and I can't see the ephedra boy who is making grass and grass. Only the red, fast, and fast ones can't be distinguished by the naked eye.

Everything is within ten zhang, thirty-six supreme masters are moving freely there, thirty-six masters of the three realms, thirty-six masters who can easily step out of a hundred zhang, ten thousand zhang, a million miles away, ten zhang is too narrow for them.

There was not the slightest overflow, everything was crowded within ten zhang. All the flowers and all the grass in the ten zhang have been reduced to nothingness. The sand and gravel have been weathered, leaving no trace of the slightest dust. It was a Jedi that had been reduced to a vacuum, and the void had begun to crumble, and countless fine lines were scattered all over it.

Bei Shu frowned and looked at the Jedi, and there was confusion and uneasiness on his face that had not changed for ten thousand years. The right hand clenched the scarlet spear, and it was so tightly held that the hand was already pale and bloodless. It's like a sharp arrow that is already on the string, which can be shot away at any time, but it can't be shot, and it seems to vomit blood.

He was careless, he underestimated the prodigal son, and also looked down on the Killing Division. Those thirty-five brothers can all run rampant in the Three Realms, even if they are not as good as the prodigal son Yu and themselves, but they are not powerless. He asked himself that he would never be able to escape the thirty-five spears, and the prodigal son feather would not be slightly stronger than himself. But what is strange is that the wonderful body technique, the inhuman speed, the combination of the two burst out with such power.

Thinking to himself, if he went up to fight the prodigal son by himself, it would not be this situation, and he would lose ground. But it's a pity that I seem to be a little proud, a little proud, but now I can't intervene.

Thirty-five scarlet figures and a ephedra figure fused together, indistinguishable from each other. He knew that the consequences of that shot would only leave thirty-five scarlet corpses, and there was no other possibility. He was waiting for the slightest flaw to appear, and he couldn't wait for a long time, and his heart was extremely anxious and tormented.

The Queen Mother of the West and Qingluan quietly overlooked everything on the cliff of forgetting worries.

Qingluan's beautiful face showed a hint of joy, and a hanging heart was also put down, leaving only pride.

The Queen Mother of the West was secretly surprised in her heart, and her face was full of shock. Even if she took action in person, she couldn't be as comfortable as Prodigal Ziyu, although she was confident that the thirty-six figure couldn't hurt herself in the slightest.

The Queen Mother of the West knew that she underestimated the prodigal feather, and she couldn't imagine that the wonderful Yibu was actually used at the feet of the prodigal feather, and she couldn't imagine that Yibu with that superb speed could burst out with such power.

Everything is so easy and effortless, she knows that such a prodigal Ziyu is not afraid of being outnumbered, whether it is facing one person or a thousand people, there is no difference between ten thousand people. The number of people is large, and for the prodigal son, it is no different from one person. The Killing Division was careless, so it was doomed. The Queen Mother of the West also inexplicably surged with pride in her heart, and her slightly uneasy heart was also put down.

There are also four figures full of surprise on the East Kunlun, quietly overlooking all this, and they are also secretly thinking about it in their hearts.

The beautiful picture is also going on, as if it is evolving in a cycle.

Thirty-five scarlet slaughter gods waved their spears with expressionless faces, fierce and heroic, and their hearts were full of powerlessness.

They are tired, they want to stop, but they can't. The spear in his hand, the moving posture, and the wanton killing, can't stop. It seems that everything that belongs to you has been deprived, and you can only never stop swaying. Even if you are tired, even if you exhaust the last trace of life, you can't stop.

The prodigal son feather is in charge of everything in his leisurely stroll, as if he wants to stay here forever with this beautiful red.

He looked at all this weakly, his right hand was already deformed, and he couldn't stab the shot.

Time passes, and the beauty continues.

The thirty-five Killing Priest Generals were really tired, and they couldn't lift their tired hands, but the scarlet spear continued to wave, swinging out incomparably heroic, and incomparably domineering, but they couldn't shake off the powerlessness in their hearts.

Kill the sky, kill the earth, and vow to kill all the people. Hundreds of years of blood, hundreds of years of killing, hundreds of years of indifference, there is not a trace of affection. Now it is like the lamb that was once to be slaughtered, the figures that once trembled together, and the mourning under the guns that used to be miserable.

Now it's repeating itself in itself, no, it's worse than them. The powerful Torture Priest is no match for those powerless ants, at least they can plead bitterly, they can treat death as life, and they can cry out heroically or miserably.

And what about them, what can they do, they can only sway powerlessly, and they can't stop. can't be heroic, can't show that death is like life. Even a bitter cry could not be uttered.

They were so disempowered that even the last shred of life had to be pulled out of their bodies. seems to be the most chic in heaven and earth, but in fact, even the ant-like kneeling and begging can't do it.

They may be afraid, their spirit and spirit have been deprived, and even if they can survive, they can only be a shivering rat, not even as good as a rat, at least the rat will escape.

No, they are not afraid, for they are the Torture Division, the Torture Division who swears to kill everything. Even if they are powerless, even if they can't help themselves, they have to show the last trace of brilliance. They are not ants, they are powerful killing gods, and they are proud.

They have let go of everything, they are not breaking free, they are not powerless. They want to take the initiative, they have to take the initiative to swing their spears, they want to swing everything, and they use up that sinful life to wield the last glory.

So they're not pessimistic, they're letting go of their fears, they can't make people laugh. They are not forced to swing their spears, they are actively swinging their spears, waving their last life.

Just as the thirty-five scarlet corpses were about to lie down, the prodigal feather disappeared. Disappeared in the beauty and came to the harvest.

Everything was slackened, the shackles that had suppressed thirty-five scarlets disappeared, they survived, and the prodigal son feather let them go.

Although they were puzzled, what could they do, they could only slump on the ground. Like thirty-five wild dogs, paralyzed on the ground and sticking out their tongues, even the strength to move a finger has disappeared, but they are still alive, thanks to God for keeping them alive.

Bei Shui also looked at the prodigal son Yu in puzzlement, not understanding why he suddenly left his hand.

Only the prodigal son Yu knows, and no one knows why.

The two figures looked at each other on the shore of the weak water.

The ten-zhang land next to it, which had turned into nothingness, left a place of scarlet.