Qin Yijue looked at the withered Sunless Peak, and suddenly, Qin Yijue seemed to feel something, looked at the cultivation cave, and saw the light dust that was healing through the enchantment.

Indifferent as Qin Yijue is face changed greatly, staring at Qingchen, she couldn't believe it: how could it be her.

Qin Yi will never forget Qingchen, but the Qingchen in her memory is so powerful that she is in awe, and the bloody aura on her body makes her tremble, but why, she is so weak, she doesn't understand.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally sighed faintly: "Forget it, if I don't kill you today, I will return your life, and between us from now on, I will no longer owe you anything, Thunder, Youlan, go."

Cultivating the cave, Qingchen's heart tightened, and two lines of clear tears involuntarily drew down: "Why? I am so sad all of a sudden?" she was puzzled, so she was confused.

Suddenly, Hong Xuangong's incomparably weak voice echoed in her heart, as if the sword of cultivation fell to the ground at any time, and the light dust was like being struck by lightning, like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture stunned in place, his eyes were dull, and he kept repeating a sentence.

She didn't want to believe it, and she couldn't believe it. grabbed the sword of cultivation and ran out like crazy to "click" a line of tears falling into the cultivation cave. The heart has never been so heavy.

Running out of the barrier at the entrance of the cultivation cave, there is no familiar warm sunshine, no familiar birds and flowers, no familiar laughter. Yes, only endless blinding blood and darkness.

The darkness swallowed the light dust little by little, and the light dust knelt down weakly, splashing a pool of blood, and the heavy heart was torn apart by the darkness and blood. Heart, it hurts.

Here, is it still the sunless peak without a trace of darkness? Everything is withering, countless "people" wearing the clothes of Hongmen disciples are lying in a pool of blood, the hope in their eyes deeply stings Qingchen, and their bodies are making Qingchen's liver and intestines broken, stumps and flesh are everywhere, flesh and blood are blurred, and countless illusions are gnawing on this "delicious feast"

Darkness and blood are the main colors of the current Sunless Peak, and the hellish scene deeply torments this eight-year-old girl in her heart. The world was dark, the sky was spinning, and countless pains poured out like a tide, occupying Qingchen's whole body.

"No" looked up to the sky and screamed, but he was so helpless and powerless. Senior Brother Tiangang's teaching, and Senior Sister Jin Yan's tireless guidance still appeared in front of them, and two lines of blood and tears came out of their eyes.

They're all gone, they're gone, and their bodies are still to be eaten by these low-level monsters, how can this be, how can it be. The light dust and silver teeth clenched, and the sword of cultivation glowed with cold light, and today, it would be full of blood.

This eight-year-old mind witnessed the tragedy of the annihilation, and its meaning was madness. She was already overwhelmed, her heart was dripping blood, and her sword was dripping blood, and only killing could relieve her pain.

Light dust rushed into the phantom horde, like a moth to a fire.

The blood-red veins flowing on the phantom's pitch-black body were so dazzling, and his heart was so painful. How can the blood of Hongmen be shed in the bodies of you despicable monsters. Kill, kill them all, there was flames in Qingchen's eyes, and his sword fell, bringing up the blood light. With blood and tears, the rain and blood are intertwined, she is like a fairy dancing alone in the magic light of the sea of blood, the cold light in her hands is bloody, raising the blood rain in the sky, so bewitching, so poignant.

"Qingchen, my only remaining disciple, the hope of Hongmen and the mainland is entrusted to you, you are our only hope. Embark on the road to Hongmen and defeat Qin Yijue. For the sake of Hongmen, for the sake of the mainland, you must live and succeed. Hong Xuangong's last words kept echoing, making Qingchen even more painful. Blood and tears were strewn across her beautiful face, and the tactful nature of a hundred spirits became extremely hoarse: "Only Left" Every time I thought about it, my heart cracked another scar.

There are more and more illusions, the long sword in his hand dances, regardless of himself, "tearing" The sharp claws cut through the placket and left a wound that kept flowing blood, and a faint wisp of turbidity followed the wound into Qingchen's body, and Qingchen was unconscious.

Senior Brother Cheng Hong's hopeful eyes and outstretched hand seemed to be asking her for help, pinning all hope on her, deeply piercing Qingchen's heart, the smile on the corner of Senior Brother Tiangang's mouth, and the hope in the eyes of all Hongmen disciples made her crazy.

Three thousand green silk danced wildly, a white dress soaked in blood, a piece of blood blurred her eyes, she couldn't tell whether it was rain, tears or blood: "kill" for injury, fighting to madness.

The wounds on his body were dense, and countless turbid qi entered his body along the wounds, condensing into a black demonic flame flower on his back.

Qingchen was covered in blood, both hers and demons.

The phantoms all rushed over, as if they were going to tear her alive, she was already out of strength, and the endless Hongmen Divine Skill could not restore her physical strength, but she still had to fight.

"Master, you said that the Hongmen Divine Skill is the first Divine Skill between heaven and earth, and as soon as the Divine Skill comes out, the gods and demons retreat. Qingchen is useless, and he hasn't even practiced a single move, but Qingchen still has to fight and kill all these monsters that insult the dignity of Hongmen. I'm sorry Master, Qingchen didn't listen to you. ”

As soon as the three thousand green silks snowed, a sorrowful cry resounded through the heavens and the earth: "Since there is already a night, why is there no moon?" Blood and tears ran down his cheeks, and the blood was steaming: "Hongmen Shengong, I use my blood, my life blooms with your divine might, the full moon of blood." "Like a cuckoo crying blood, it has long been hoarse.

The long-dormant Hongmen Divine Skill blooms in the blood and life of the Hongmen people with the power of gods and demons feared, and the endless blood light converges on the sword, and a blood-colored full moon rises under the sword, becoming the only light between heaven and earth. The blood-colored moonlight spreads, like the light of life, making it impossible to open their eyes, and where the moonlight passes, all the monsters are devoured, and the phantom demons are swallowed by the bloodlight and disappear. Within a hundred zhang, the demonic energy does not exist.

But there were still piles of bones and blood under his feet.

In the center, a blood-colored figure knelt on one knee in a pool of blood, and three thousand white hairs flew in the wind, so dazzling. The face of the world is covered with blood, which is born from the interweaving of rain, tears, and blood. It was all hideous wounds up and down, flesh and blood turned out, and it was only because of the long sword in his hand that he did not fall, and the hand holding the sword had already cracked, the white bones were visible, and blood covered the sword body.

"Boom" a floating mountain falls, and in the sky, a blood-colored full moon witnesses this hellish world.

Qingchen felt very tired, and he couldn't hold the sword anymore, and he really wanted to sleep forever, and when he fell asleep, he didn't have to bear these pains.

smiled miserably: "Senior brothers and sisters are gone, what's the use of killing all these inferior monsters, they will never come back." Pressing the weight of her whole body on the sword, dragging her heavy body, it was all the coolness of the tears that emitted a faint light on her chest to keep her awake, but she would rather not have this sobriety.

Holding the sword, step by step, step by step, one bloody footprint, the heart was torn apart piece by piece.

Lying at his feet were corpses dressed in Hongmen costumes, flesh and blood blurred, only vaguely recognizable familiar outlines, Qingchen wanted to cry, because only crying could soothe this suffocating grief. Their voices and smiles, word by word, still appeared in front of their eyes, raised their heads, as if they saw the senior brothers smiling and saying to her the words that coaxed her over and over again: "Little junior sister, don't cry, it's not good to look at when you cry, if it's not good-looking, the senior brothers won't like you." ”

Qingchen breathed hard, didn't dare to let the tears flow, and choked: "Qingchen didn't cry, Qingchen is still the little junior sister that my senior brother likes." But the tears flowed uncontrollably.

The eight-year-old mind has to bear the pain and hatred that comes with destroying them, and what a weight and pain it is. The bodies of the senior brothers were at her feet, how could she hold back not crying.

Finally, Qingchen saw the scene he didn't want to see, the string that had been taut was finally overwhelmed and broken, and this strong girl could no longer support herself, so she knelt on the ground and cried: "Master"

On a broken ancient pine, sharp branches ruthlessly pierced through Hong Xuangong's body, and his body was eaten by phantoms and mutilated, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The sorrowful cry resounded through the Sunless Peak: "Qin Yijue, I dance lightly and you will never die, with you and without me, poof" A mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes were dark, and he passed out. Only a round of red moon was left mercilessly sprinkled with its blood-colored brilliance, crimson as blood.

Sunless Peak, there is no darkness, but it is full of blood.

The first volume ends without a red glow

Afterword:

On that day, the sunless peak under the light appeared in the dark night for the first time, and since then the sunless peak has been reduced to a demonic land.

On that day, a blood moon rose from the dark Sunless Peak, and the flood gate was no longer there.

On that day, she witnessed the catastrophe of the destruction of the door, and she knew that she no longer lived only for herself.

On that day, Hongmen's divine power bloomed for the first time, and she used her blood and life to raise the glory of Hongmen.

After that day, she lived for Hongmen for the rest of her life and only had revenge, and her life only existed to kill that woman.