Ten seconds ago … …
In the sky, the devil was laughing sinisterly. On the ground, there was a pair of blood red eyes and an expressionless face. (.)
In the midst of fear, none of the people surrounding Cold Cliffs took the initiative to attack. It wasn't until that violent killing intent surged out like an irresistible storm that a line of dark green and blood red light flashed in front of their eyes.
Cold Cliffs moved. He appeared in front of the person closest to him and slashed through the air. Without even touching his body, a total of seven people in front of him were cut in half. Behind him, there was still an afterimage that he couldn't disappear in time at his original position.
That instantaneous speed was unimaginable!
Before anyone could react, Cold Cliffs's second blade had already slashed down … …
Chi!
Chi!
Chi … …
… …
… …
The air was cut, the space was distorted, blood and limbs were flying in the air. That was a real Grim Reaper holding a real Grim Reaper's Scythe. Every time the Grim Reaper's Scythe was swung, it would take away rows of lives. No one could resist it, no one could block it. Everyone who tried to resist and block it would be cut into pieces by the 'One Line of Heaven' at an even faster speed. A series of blood-curdling screams rang out. Blood-colored liquid danced in the air, and a thick stench of blood filled the air. It was a terrifying purgatory of blood.
Chi … …
Chi!
Five seconds … … the sound of air being cut suddenly stopped. The world suddenly became quiet. Cold Cliffs had unknowingly returned to his original position. He still maintained that indifferent expression that seemed to never change as he looked forward. "Plop, plop" … … The people whose bodies were cut in half finally fell down. After the silence, there was only one person left in front of him.
Five seconds. He didn't know how many times he had waved his Wind Breaking Blade. Five seconds … … The people who were originally surrounding him, except for Yan Cang in front of him, were all dead … … including the seven people with Heaven Rank strength. Under the "One Line Heaven", which was several times stronger than the "One Line Heaven" he used to kill Yan Zheng, no one had the chance to struggle.
Yan Cang's eyes were wide open. In his eye sockets, his pupils that looked like they were about to burst out were violently contracting. Five seconds … All dead. All dead!!
Nightmare … This was a nightmare! He couldn't believe this was real … This must be a ridiculous and terrifying nightmare.
The pair of blood-red eyes stared silently at Yan Cang, staring at the person who had taken Ping 'er's life … Yan Cang's gaze felt like it was being torn apart. He could not help but look at the Cold Cliffs's eyes. In the blink of an eye, he could see his internal organs in that blood-red pupil. He could even see every bone and every blood vessel in his body … With a roar in his ears, he could see his internal organs, bones, and blood vessels twisting and twisting again … until they were twisted into a pile of blood …
"This … isn't … the Blood … Killing … Demonic … Eyes … It's … Annihilation … Killing … Eyes …"
Blood seeped out of Flame Cang's seven apertures. His eyes were wide open as he collapsed on his back.
The breeze carried the sound of approaching footsteps and the thick smell of blood. A few strands of Cold Cliffs's hair danced in the wind. Apart from him, there was no one else standing in the surroundings. He turned around and squatted down. He gently picked up Ping 'er who was lying quietly on the ground. In that pair of indifferent eyes, there was a gentleness that even those who knew him well had never seen before. He lifted his head and carried Ping' er. He flew in the direction that Ping 'er had told him, leaving behind a thick sense of desolation along the way …
He did not forget a single word that Ping 'er had said. He wanted to take her away from here and see the outside world.
A terrifying wave of air descended from the sky, pressing down on them like a huge mountain. Yan Tianyun had finally caught up … However, his attack missed. He floated in mid-air, looking forward silently. In his old and frail eyes, there was a rare look of shock. In a short moment, Cold Cliffs had completely disappeared from his sight and his senses. His speed, was so fast that he had given up on chasing after him.
The surroundings were filled with corpses that had been sliced into two or more pieces. Among them were important figures in the sect, several Hall Masters, Elders and several of his good friends … Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel their presence. But in these short ten seconds, he could only look at their corpses with a cold and trembling gaze.
Cold Cliffs headed east. His speed was too fast. Those who came to meet him, as well as those who were guarding the Northern Emperor Sect, could only feel a gust of cold wind blowing past them. They could not even see his shadow. In a short period of time, Cold Cliffs had actually rushed to the edge of the Northern Emperor Sect. No one was able to stop him in time. In his arms, he was still carrying a person.
"Quick, chase!"
"Infernal Spirit Sand Formation, he can't escape."
Behind him, the two people from the Northern Emperor Sect who he had just passed caught up. However, they could only watch helplessly as Cold Cliffs moved forward without any hesitation. He rushed into the red land in front of him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
With such speed, they had no possibility of catching up at all. They could only stop in their tracks. But immediately, the scene in front of them shocked them greatly … Infernal Spirit Sand, anyone who touched it would suffer a heart-burning pain. Even if they had the cultivation of Heaven Realm, without the protection of the Infernal Spirit Technique, they would not be able to walk normally on it. However, Cold Cliffs was still as fast as the wind … And on the ground behind him, all the places he had stepped on, the faint red color had disappeared. Wisps of thin black smoke slowly floated up from the places he had stepped on …
As if they had seen the most inconceivable thing in the world, the two of them were speechless for a long time.
Cold Cliffs madly ran all the way. He could not remember how many people he had killed just now. He could not see in front of him, nor could he see the wisps of black smoke that came out of nowhere. His world, at times, was filled with blood red, and at other times, it was completely blank.
Stepping out of the Infernal Spirit Sand, he had also left the Northern Emperor Sect. He had brought Ping Er out. Just like what he had told her, he had brought her out with his own hands. But … she was already dead … she would never open her eyes to see the outside world that she had always yearned for … she would never open her eyes to look at him again, to talk to him forever.
She was dead. His heart went from pain, to a sharp pain, to a painful numbness, until he could no longer feel any pain. His heart was cold. She was dead. He would never feel anything again.
Other than his mother, Ping Er was the woman who had been with him the longest … although, it was only a short three days. His character determined that he would constantly reject others, and he would also suffer the rejection and disregard of others. Therefore, he had no friends since he was young, let alone female friends. As for Ping Er … she was not afraid of him, nor did she hate him. Faced with his coldness, she still put on a variety of expressions, such as anger, anger, and laughter, and talked to him. Although he didn't say a word and treated her with indifference, he listened to every single word she said seriously.
She was very long-winded, but from her words and her meticulous care for him these few days, Cold Cliffs could tell that this was a woman with kindness and persistence in her bones. He began to be attracted to her. Both of them were fatherless and had similar miserable lives. Unknowingly, their hearts were drawn closer …
She barged into his frozen heart, and then, she died. In order to protect him, she died in front of his eyes.
His mother was dead, his parents were dead … Ping 'er's death had completely severed the last thread of his emotions. Perhaps, the door to his heart would never be opened again.
He was destined to be alone.
His footsteps became heavy, his eyes lost focus, and his vision lost its target. He walked forward step by step, not knowing where he should go. The night wind was bleak, but how could it compare to the bleakness in his heart?
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The black shadow in the southern sky had long dispersed, but Yan Tianwei still raised his head and stared in that direction. Ever since the devil's grinning shadow appeared, his gaze had never left that place. When he disappeared, he did not let the people of the Evil Sect take any action, but waited. As for what he was waiting for, he did not know. But in the depths of his heart, there was a voice telling him: Do not act rashly, continue waiting …
Behind him, a gentle white light suddenly flashed. Ye Wuchen appeared there. He did not appear in the Evil Emperor's attire, but in his hands was a cute little girl with two braids and a cold gaze. She looked around curiously, then retracted her gaze and looked at the man beside her. She was Little Mo, who was brought back by Ye Wuchen from the Land of Death in the north of Sunflower Dew Country. The first moment Xiangxiang Xiang woke up from her deep sleep, Ye Wuchen brought her here. In her heart, she was extremely worried about Cold Cliffs's safety.
"Master!"
"Mas … Master, you're back!"
The people who were guarding there uneasily all rushed forward, crowding around Ye Wuchen. There was no news for three days, and everyone's heart was hanging high. That kind of feeling was even worse than killing them. Seeing him return safely, they could finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"I said, Brother Master is so powerful, how could he fall into the hands of the Northern Emperor Sect, you idiots only know how to worry."
"… You little kid, you don't even know who was the one who was worried and almost cried."
"You … You're talking nonsense!"
"Master, it's great that you're fine. Who is this little sister?"
All kinds of questions were asked with deep concern. This was not false flattery, every sentence, every word was filled with concern from the bottom of their hearts. Ye Wuchen's heart was filled with concern. He raised his hand slightly, and the voices around him immediately quietened down. He felt the aura around him, and frowned. Looking at Yan Tianwei who had already turned his gaze to him, he asked: "Cold Cliffs is not back yet?"
Yan Tianwei's eyes were filled with worry, and he shook his head heavily.
Ye Wuchen's heart clenched for a moment. At this moment, Little Mo, who was beside him, suddenly used her hand to gently pinch his finger, and turned her gaze towards the southwest.
Ye Wuchen understood something, and floated up, flying in the direction that Little Mo told him. At the same time, his voice spread further and further: "I'll be back immediately, don't follow me."
Facing the wind, Ye Wuchen did not feel the slightest bit of coldness. Under his sharp gaze, the night could not hide him. He looked forward, and followed the aura that was getting closer and closer.
At the edge of the Lost Land, he stopped in mid-air, and silently looked at the ground below, at the person who was quietly walking forward with a person in his arms. The aura on his body was so desolate that it made people feel depressed. His figure was lonely like a lonely winter leaf.
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