The devil is me

For a moment, the earth trembled, and countless monsters and ghosts came rushing forward, blood corpses burst out of the ground, the ground cracked, and lava billowed like ghosts.The sound of shouting and killing and the sound of fighting with swords resounded through Tunan Road.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, corpses were all over the ground, and blood flowed horizontally.

He hunts in red, stands on a high platform, manipulates ghosts, and kills until his eyes are red.Shen Xihe and Xue Rong and the two went up with swords and fought against him.

He hadn't seen Shen Xihe for many years, and just now the distance between the stage and the audience was so far that he couldn't see clearly, now he looked visibly old, with gray hair on his temples, and cloudy eyes, Shen Po felt that the strength of his sword was even stronger than him. Can't stand it.

Shen Po didn't know why, but deliberately withdrew some strength, this distraction, Xue Rongyu slashed his arm.

Suddenly the blood burst out, he grunted in pain, frowned, stepped on his feet, flew out of the cave, and jumped to the north.Those who had spare energy also chased to the north, until they reached the bank of Bingling Lake.

This is an extremely cold lake, and there are a lot of spiritual grasses on the shore of the lake. The temperature is only slightly warmer in July and August every year, and the sunset is warm in the evening. some herbs.

But now the weather is quite chilling, it is expected to be cold in spring, the lake has just broken the ice, and there is not a single ripple.

A smear of blood dripped on the dark green blade of grass, and then dripped into the lake along the tip of the grass, slowly spreading.

Shen Po was overtaken here, he raised his sword to resist Shen Xihe's blow, the palm of his back pierced the air, he turned his head to avoid it, and when he reached back, the scabbard instantly broke five of the descendant's rib cage.

He glanced at Xue Rongyu, whose face was livid with pain, and felt extremely happy.

Seeing that the Patriarch was injured, the surrounding Xue family immediately got rid of the wrestling corpses and surrounded Shen Po tightly.He didn't take it seriously at all, crushing them to death was like crushing ants, but suddenly, he felt pain in his inner alchemy for a moment.

And as his swift moves became more and more dramatic, he felt as if he had been cut open.

Although unexpected, it is also reasonable.He remembered what Li Gou had said, and the lamp of return.

He felt sick early, but he was willing to sink into it and couldn't extricate himself.

Finally tasted bad results today.

But living is also meaningless, he thought, it would be good if he died in this battle.

The sweat on his forehead was like raindrops, the ruins in his hands were as heavy as a thousand weights, and the ghosts and ghosts around him gradually lost control.He has no allies, no friends, only enemies, and only death.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, it was Shen Xinzhai.

He was in full swing with a walking corpse in front of him. The dark blue figure was vigorous and vigorous, but he didn't know that a black figure behind him was gradually approaching with sharp claws.

Years of protection were almost engraved in his bones and blood, and became a habit, Shen Po immediately shouted: "Shen Xinzhai!"

Shen Xinzhai heard it but didn't seem to hear it. The fighting sound around him was too noisy and deafening. He vaguely heard someone calling him. He looked around blankly, but couldn't find the source.

He struggled to block the palm of the walking corpse in front of him, and his footsteps touched the soil, but he still couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"Shen Xinzhai!"

Shen Po resisted the pain like gouging bones, leaped over the crowd, and ran towards Shen Xinzhai.

With a bang, he split the walking corpse behind Shen Xinzhai into two. At the same time, he was surprised to see the huge wound on his shoulder blade. The sword that pierced him was the jealous Lin behind Shen Xinzhai.

Shen Xinzhai's almond eyes slowly opened wide, and he saw that the blood was like an unstoppable spring water, instantly drenching Shen Po's clothes.The red clothes add blood color again, miserable and miserable.

Shen Po's throat felt fishy, ​​and he spit out blood.

He tried his best to take a step forward, and slowly pulled the sword out of his body. The blade cut across the flesh sharply, gouged out the muscles, and spurted out bright red blood.He turned his head and looked at Shen Xinzhai, who was stunned, at this man who was both a younger brother and a junior. He held up a sword with his blood on it.

"Very good." Shen Po lightly snorted.

Shen Xinzhai couldn't think for a while, he didn't understand the meaning of the word "very good", whether it was anger, resentment, sarcasm, or sincere praise.

He watched Shen Po dragging his broken and heavy body against Baijia, his legs were trembling, his face was covered with blood, his beautiful facial features were twisted together due to the pain, his originally well-proportioned and powerful forearm had disappeared at some point So skinny.

He looked at the person in front of him, and felt that he was the one who saved his life in the East China Sea, the one who helped him up outside the Baji Pavilion, the one who taught him to go to the house to uncover tiles to seek tricks and avoid punishment, and he smiled like a star. It's the young man's clothes fluttering around.

But it feels like it's not him.feel strange.I feel like I never knew.

Or maybe he changed.

After a year, you and I are neither.

Under the siege of the crowd, bone-piercing pain swept through his bones, and Shen Po gradually weakened. He thought of Yun Chonghe's last moment, maybe it was the same, he didn't know how many sufferings and injuries he suffered.

But he was different from Yun Chonghe, Yun Chonghe had no hatred on his face when he died, but he hated the world to the core.

His eyes were tearing apart, his white teeth were cold, and the smell of blood in his mouth was thick and cold like rust.Many people's faces were reflected in his clear eyes, Xue Rongyu, Shen Xihe, Xue Yu... some had fierce eyes, some had killing intent on their faces, and some had cold and stiff expressions, as if nothing happened. Close yourself.

He was bloody and bloody, but compared to Neidan's heart-piercing pain, it was nothing.

His arm became weaker and weaker, until finally, the shadow of Shen Xihe's sword strike was reflected in his eyes.

He couldn't dodge, or didn't want to dodge, he saw Shen Xinzhai's red eyes from a distance, stretched out his hands, and ran towards him as hard as he could, like a bird feeding, he didn't know what he was saying , Maybe he was attacking him and scolding him, wanting to make another blow to him.

he thinks.

At the same time, Shen Xi pierced his heart and lungs with a sword.

Warm blood rushed wantonly.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, and the people around were frozen, he vaguely saw Shen Xinzhai being thrown to the ground by something, he screamed sharply, and the people around rushed over to cover his sight.

He couldn't move, and couldn't see what was going on, his blood was very hot, wrapping him like being surrounded by flames, and finally he knelt down exhausted, only the Canyuan Sword supported him in the end.

The jade rope at the tail of its sword broke and fell down suddenly, rolling into a piece of bloody mud, and the pure white jade instantly became mottled with blood.

Someone seemed to have stepped on it, and someone kicked it into the bushes.

It rolled all the way, wrapped in mud and blood.

Like him, also like Yun Chonghe.

Shen Po suddenly felt that the pain all over his body disappeared, and he drifted back to the time in Penglai. He loved to laugh, playful, young and clean, and carefree. He saw Yun Chonghe handing golden orange petals Come here, every strand of white meridian is removed.His eyebrows are watery and his eyes are gentle.

That orange should be sweet and juicy.

It can quench his thirst and relieve his suffering.

He stretched out his hand longingly, trying to grab something, but in the end it fell to his side, empty.

——"Heavenly Demon Monarch is dead!"

——"Blood revenge will be rewarded!"

——"Happy to the heart!"