The gloomy clouds emerged from the void without warning, and Bai Yi, who was immersed in his memory, seemed to be able to feel the trembling brought by the heavenly punishment.

Thundered!

The thunder surged, the lightning was coiled, and the clouds that shrouded hundreds of miles brought a kind of earth-destroying atmosphere, and the young man standing under the thunder looked up at the sky, his eyes were cold.

The clouds are coming, but there is no rain, this kind of thunder punishment from the Heavenly Dao will only rain down the wrath of the Heavenly Dao.

Thunder punishment is merciless, and anyone who slaughters millions of people of the same race will be wiped out.

An arm-thick white thunderbolt fell silently, exploding a circle of blooming thunder flowers on the ground, and in the center of the thunder light, the indifferent young man stood with his sword in his hand, barely blocking the first thunderbolt.

Thousands of Thunder Kills......

After resisting the first thunderstorm, the young man finally understood the truth of this catastrophe, and only by resisting a thousand thunderstorms can the disaster of thunder punishment truly dissipate.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, the cold-eyed young man fled into the distance before the second thunderbolt came.

A thunderstorm can hit him hard, after a thousand thunderstorms, he is afraid that he will not even have a neat skeleton left, with the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, there is no life in front of the thunder.

Do you regret it......

The fleeing young man only asked himself once, but the answer he got was a sneer.

Since the troubled times, the three continents have been fighting fiercely for a hundred years, the demon clan is rampant, the monks are killing indiscriminately, countless living beings have died in this protracted war, and the demon clans that have died under the sword of the youth are innumerable, even the cultivators have millions of them.

However, who knows that in the past hundred years, the heaviest casualties are not the demon clan of Ningzhou, nor the cultivators of Yuzhou. Not to mention the princes of Qingzhou, but the mortal people living in Qingzhou.

The Three Continents War with Qingzhou as the battlefield was destined to destroy countless mortals, although those mortals were not even qualified to participate in the war, but they were greatly affected, and there were battlefields everywhere. There are evil beasts and murderers everywhere, and in this terrifying war, cultivators and demon beasts are terrifying murderers for mortals.

In the Great War of the Three Continents, there may be tens of millions of demon clans and cultivators killed in the battle, but the innocent mortals who died in this war are more than tens of millions, sometimes a town, a village. It is possible to become a battlefield for those strong people, and the mortal people living in Qingzhou have no one to laugh in a hundred years, and they are accompanied by only tears and fear.

No one knows when their houses will be affected by the terrifying Dao Law, and no one knows when the terrible demon clan will break into their courtyard, and in those dark years, the mortals above Qingzhou are almost on the verge of extinction. The life expectancy of adults has been rapidly reduced to 30 years old, and children dare not cry at night. The sun does not leave the house, and the family spends most of their time in the house, feeling the family affection and life that will be deprived by the war at any time.

Although the hundred years of war ended in a tragic victory for the Qingzhou vassal states, the devastated land of Qingzhou has been covered with the dry bones of countless mortals.

Since seeing a peaceful village with my own eyes. From the moment he was annihilated into a barren land by a Dao method that came in the melee, the indifferent young man had no regrets, even if he slaughtered a domain cultivator, he didn't feel regretful!

The cultivators who claim to be immortals are high up in the eyes of mortals. It seems that he has become the master of living beings, but the countless bones buried in the earth go to tell him about his desolation.

If you want peace, you can only draw the war with war!

In that village, after burying a young corpse with his own hands that even his head was shattered, the last trace of pity in the young man's eyes turned into ruthlessness, and since then, more and more dead souls have been entwined on his cold sword, and in a hundred years, the cultivators who were killed by him have finally become a real mountain of blood sea corpses.

Those who slaughter millions of people of the same clan need to be punished by heavenly thunder, millions of souls crying, and thousands of thunderbolts will be punished.

In the face of the rules of the Heavenly Dao, the indifferent young man has no remorse, if he does not kill those demon clans and cultivators who invaded Qingzhou, I am afraid that there will be no mortals in the land of Qingzhou.

Heaven?

The young man who was on the run snorted, if there is a way in heaven, why should those innocent mortals be buried in the fire, heaven, it should be ruthless......

The palpitating killing finally attracted a terrifying thunder punishment, and the young man under the clouds not only had no remorse, but looked up to the sky and roared, and in the whistling, those dry bones sleeping in the ground seemed to be rejuvenated, and they were also singing with him all the way, because his killing was more like a kind of revenge, revenge for those innocent mortals.

After the war, Qingzhou also began to really glow, the number of mortals was slowly increasing, and the princes also gave up the battle and began to recuperate.

In the vast sea area, a hundred miles of clouds are really too small to mention, but the young people in the clouds can't really escape.

He has resisted a hundred tribulations, and his vitality is about to come to an end.

Slaughter millions of damned people, no regrets!

This was his last thought, the young man with no brilliance in his eyes stood quietly on the surface of the sea, the sword in his hand had long been destroyed by the thunderstorm, and his thin but sturdy body was riddled with holes.

Finally, is it coming to an end......

Raising that delicate face, the young man looked directly at the clouds that shrouded him, without a sword in his hand, but he was still slowly lifted into the air, and there was only a kind of unyielding and arrogant in the godless eyes, and there was no fear or panic in sight.

That was a proud person, no matter in the face of the demon clan or the monk, no matter in danger or quagmire, even if he faced the power of the Heavenly Dao, that straight body never bent down half a point.

Crash!

The loud sound of the waves crashing against the reef came from behind him, and in the deep sea where the wind was raging, a reef that rose into the sky flickered, and if it weren't for the loud sound of the waves crashing, the young man would not have noticed that the strange reef was so close to him.

The young man who wanted to welcome the perished here suddenly found that there was a bamboo pavilion on the reef, and there was an old man in Tsing Yi sitting in the bamboo pavilion.

The old man on the reef did not have the slightest cultivation, that is, an ordinary mortal old man, the young man didn't have time to think about why there were mortals in the deep sea, he subconsciously ran away again, wanting to stay away from that strange reef.

Once the thunderstorm falls, the surrounding miles will be affected by the thunderstorm, and such an old man, if he is within the range of the thunderstorm, will definitely die.

The good thought in his heart made the young man decide to stay away from the old man, since the target of the thunder tribulation was himself, then there was no need to affect innocent mortals, the young man's figure had just swept into the distance, but on the reef behind him, there was an old and easy-going whisper.

"It's raining, let's take shelter. (To be continued.) )