In those years, the cultivators we cut together

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In the official road of an unknown city, Lin Xiaolu looked at the devastated street in front of him, his palms were tightly clenched into fists, the veins on his neck were bursting out, even his nails pierced into the palms and the skin was bloodshot, he couldn't feel the pain!

Just because the streets are full of corpses!Dead bodies all over the street!There are more corpses than in the city of Sichuan!

man!woman!elder!children!Shop everywhere!

The warm sunlight shone down on the corpses all over the city, and also made the blackened blood stains on the ground shine brightly.

Indistinctly, Lin Xiaolu could still hear the laughter of Dongying people in the distance, which was harsh no matter how they sounded.

Looking at this hellish scene, he stood quietly for a while, and not long after, Tang Long ran over from an alley beside him.

"Fawn, I looked around. There is only a team of Japanese pirates and a few monk guards left in the city. They are burning the corpses on the Yamenfu Street in front of them."

After finishing speaking, Tang Long paused for a moment, and said with an ugly face:

"There should be no living people in this city."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaolu nodded expressionlessly:

"Tang Long, go and call in the big cleverness, I'll chop them up."

After finishing speaking, he slowly pulled out the Yanling Saber on his back, and the sound of pulling the blade out of its sheath was very long.

He walked over the corpses all over the ground step by step, looking for laughter.

And when he was halfway there, when he passed a private house, through the open door, Lin Xiaolu saw a naked female corpse.

The naked body was piled up in the corner of the wall like rubbish, and it was close to the wall. The body had begun to rot now, and on the wall next to her, there was a sentence written in blood:

Master Immortal, please bless our mother and son

Seeing these words, Lin Xiaolu fell silent.

He had heard from Tang Long that the nearest Immortal Cultivation Sect of the Kingdom of Jin, the Liangyi Sect, and the other two Cultivation Clans had been wiped out, so this poor woman did not wait for the so-called Immortal Lord.

He sighed, and continued to walk forward, and glanced at the woman inadvertently, only to find that not far from the woman's body, there was a...

Seeing this scene, Lin Xiaolu's pupils shrank instantly, and then they couldn't stop turning blood red!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The soaring roar exploded from the city, and the Japanese pirates and Dongying monks who were burning their bodies in the distance were stunned when they heard the movement, and just turned their heads to look back, they saw a black shadow as fast as a thunder appear in front of them!

The shining blade light at that moment was like the last light in the world!

At the same time, the Kingdom of Jin, the capital, and the palace

"Host, there are no living people left in the Kingdom of Jin. Should we go to the Kingdom of Zhou next?"

The resplendent imperial chair was collapsed, and Xiu Yezong was sitting cross-legged, unhurriedly moving the Buddhist beads, and chanting scriptures in his mouth.

After a long time, the prayer beads stopped turning, and the scriptures also stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes, ignored the monk, but looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him, wearing a dragon robe, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, your country has no people anymore, do you want the poor monk to leave?"

The middle-aged man knelt with ashen face. After a long time, he raised his head, revealing a face that was almost insane, but grinned sneeringly:

"You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have killed my family!"

"Oh?" Xiuye ​​Zongchun raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not?"

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, but his waist was straight, hehe sneered and said:

"Now that my family members are dead and the people have been slaughtered, do you think I will still be afraid of you!"

Having said that, he got up abruptly, and yelled at Xiu Yezongchun:

"Even if I die today! That is the Ninth Five-Year King! That is also the Emperor of Jin! The Emperor of Shenzhou! I will be afraid of you as a bald donkey? Hahahaha! What a joke in the world! Old monster, bah!"

In the hall, the man waved his sleeves like crazy, and yelled at Xiu Yezongchun, but Xiuyezongchun looked at him with a smile, showing no sign of anger.

In the arena, the man scolded all the way, and finally sang insanely:

"200 years home and country! Three thousand? Earth? River!

Fengge, Dragon Tower, Lian Xiaohan,? Tree Qiongzhi for tobacco, have you ever known??? Once turned into a prisoner, he sinks his waist and wears his temples.Is it the most hasty resignation from the temple? The church still plays a farewell song,

Weeping to Gong'e! "

With disheveled hair, he pointed at Xiu Ye Zongchun and sneered:

"Hahahaha! I am the emperor of the Jin Kingdom, so what are you!"

In the palace, Xiuye ​​Zongchun looked at the mad emperor, clapped his hands unhurriedly, then got up, came to him, and patted the shoulder of the subjugated king:

"Your Majesty, people are always going to die. Your queen, concubine, and heirs all died in this palace. You are also very close to them, and after the poor monk draws out your soul, you will also transform into a ghost with them." Li Gui, helping the ghost king Zong to kill the Shenzhou people.

At that time, neither your body nor your soul will be separated from your family. "

After the fluttering words fell, the monk on the side grabbed the emperor by the neck and dragged him away. When the emperor was being dragged away, he suddenly laughed wildly at Xiu Yezong:

"Did you know! When you came here, I arranged for some of my people to escape!

There are men and women among my people, they are all my people!

They will give birth to new children, and those children will also be my people!

Hahahaha, you are afraid!Are you afraid!Are you afraid! "

Listening to this fading away laughter, Xiu Ye Zongchun was rarely silent for a moment.

Soon, the maniacal laughter stopped, and then the monk came back with a purple spiritual ball.

Seeing this purple ball, Xiu Ye Zongchun showed a surprised smile:

"Sure enough, it is the Nine-Five Lord of Purple Qi from the East. This is a great tonic for the ghost mother of all spirits. Go and send it to the Ghost King Sect."

"Yes!"

After the monk left, Xiuye ​​Zongchun continued to sit silently in the room. After a long time, he closed his eyes again, moved the prayer beads, and recited scriptures~

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The sun set again, but the moon did not appear. It seemed to be blocked by dark clouds. The sky was dark, with no stars and no light.

Beside the huge bonfire, Qin Congcong in a long pink dress was sitting on a bedding, hugging his knees, looking at the burning flames and the young figure with his back turned to him with some fear, even Tang Long beside him was silent Silent.

After all... no one can feel happy facing a city full of corpses.

At this moment, Lin Xiaolu's black eyes reflected the raging fire in front of him, and he didn't say a word.

As if he couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, Qin Congcong pulled Tang Long's sleeve beside him, and said pitifully:

"Tang Long... what's wrong with Xiao Lu?"

Tang Long was silent for a long time, and then he responded in a low voice: "Xiao Lu hates himself for being too weak, there is no way to save these innocent dead."