The Huajian faction was hit hard.
overnight.
Almost all the disciples were confided in.
Even several elders were dead or wounded.
This once brilliant sect, known as the future and hope of Jiangnan Jianghu, collapsed in an instant.
Completely turned into ruins.
There are also dead bodies everywhere.
The light of the morning, blocked by thick clouds, did not reveal the slightest.
The entire Huayun Mountain is still shrouded in darkness.
Black clouds rolled across the sky.
Faint and rolling thunder.
look around.
The entire Huayun Mountain is bloody.
The Huayun Palace was smashed to pieces by Zhong Zhong.
Half collapsed.
The statue of the patriarch has also been completely shattered.
There was a sword mark from Shen Lianxing's sword on the training ground, and on both sides of the sword mark were the corpses of more than a dozen Huajian sect disciples.
They were cut crosswise in two.
The blood has turned black.
A pair of eyes fixedly stared at the sky, full of helplessness and desolation.
They are still very young.
He didn't know what happened, so he died directly in Huangquan.
Not even a single corpse was left behind.
Looking into the distance, it is an even more desolate and dilapidated situation.
From the martial arts training ground, all the way to the stone steps down the mountain, on a continent, except for corpses, there is blood.
Corpses severed by swords.
The corpse smashed by Zhong Zhong's punch.
Bloody.
"Why… "
In this desolation, there was an old man in ragged clothes, gray hair, and countless blood stains on his face.
He is the second elder of Huajian Sect.
Song Chen.
During the massacre last night, he was deliberately kept by Shen Lianxing and Zhong Zhong.
Therefore, he was able to see this miserable scene.
The entire Huajian School collapsed overnight.
It became a ruin.
He remembered what Shen Lianxing and Zhong Zhong said before they left.
"Find that monster."
"tell him."
"My East Sea Myriad Things Pavilion, in endless suffering, is incompatible with him!"
"Go to the sky and enter the earth, you must kill him!"
"Why… "
Song Chen knelt on the ground with a desolate expression on his face.
The eyes are dull.
He seems to have lost focus.
Also lost spirit.
He just keeps repeating.
"Why… "
"Why… "
He didn't know what was going on.
All of a sudden, everything is ruined!
what is this
"ah… "
In this desolation and grief, Song Chen was stunned for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, and then let out a hoarse roar towards the sky.
"Why!"
"Why ruin everything..."
Boom!
Song Chen's roar fell, and there seemed to be an echo from the sky in the endless clouds of the sky.
There was a thunderstorm.
Thunder and lightning.
Crash!
Crash!
The endless rainwater poured down like this.
The blood on Huayun Mountain flowed down the mountain along with the rain...
scarlet!
Tragic!
…
All this happened in Huajian Pie.
Li Wuyou didn't know.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care at all.
Life and death for others is just two words for him.
There is no other meaning.
This moment.
He has come to Beihai, the legendary land of grudges.
The sky is blue.
There is a slight sea breeze blowing between the sky and the earth.
Seabirds fly by in the distance.
A few fishing boats can be vaguely seen on the endless ocean.
However, they are not close to the place of grudges.
Instead, he looked here from afar and drove away quickly.
According to legend, it is a restricted area of life.
call!
Li Wuyou was still wearing the same white shirt, flying down from the sky.
He skimmed across the sea.
The sea water was shaken to form a huge ripple.
soon.
He just saw the legendary land of grudges.
dead island.
Looking at it from a distance, there is a thick white mist here.
The area of the entire white mist is not very large.
It's only a few hundred feet.
Outside the white mist is a huge vortex.
The water is constantly tumbling and spinning, roaring like a beast.
And the white mist in the middle remained motionless.
It seems to be stationary.
Even if there is a wind blowing, it will not make any waves.
"A place of grudges."
"The mist of resentment."
With a smile on his face, Li Wuyou accelerated his speed.
In the blink of an eye.
He just came to the top of this white mist.
This white mist.
It is not an ordinary mist formed by the condensation of water vapor.
It is said that the resentment emanating from all the corpses gathered together.
It is the so-called fog of resentment.
Under the mist of resentment is the island of death formed by the accumulation of countless white bones.
"call!"
Although Li Wuyou's soul is powerful and his body is fierce, when he really wants to go to the island of death and come into contact with the mist of resentment, he is a little dignified.
He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his emotions.
The mist of resentment contains extremely strong negative energy.
It can make a person's demons explode completely.
Li Wuyou himself has demons.
It is the attachment to longevity.
Attachment to life.
That is, fear of death.
He didn't know what the consequences would be if his demons were activated.
So he has to be careful.
He didn't want to be a real lunatic who lost his mind.
boom!
After adjusting his emotions, Li Wuyou mobilized his whole body again.
Strong energy rolled around his body.
It was like fireworks rising.
On the periphery of the energy, where it is in contact with the air, there is still the sound of breaking wind.
That's a sign of strength.
hum!
Everything was ready, Li Wuyou's figure floated into the mist of resentment.
Crash!
Countless white mist, like viscous liquid, whizzed towards Li Wuyou crazily.
for a moment.
These mist were all contaminated on Li Wuyou's strength.
Then, as if there was some kind of magical power, it began to quickly corrode the energy, and quickly approached Li Wuyou's body.
Vaguely, Li Wuyou heard some laughter.
"Ha ha… "
"Jie Jie..."
"Giggle..."
"hey-hey… "
This laughter may be excited, sharp, vicious, or crazy.
Listening to the ears, it gives people a feeling of scalp numbness.
Even the soul is throbbing.
Li Wuyou suddenly felt a feeling of losing his energy.
"The fog of resentment is really unusual."
He frowned slightly, and a more intense solemnity flashed across his face.
"Since you can't resist with strength, you can only use your soul to resist."
"Although I have demons."
"But not everything can be triggered."
Li Wuyou murmured to himself, his brows were tensed, revealing a deep coldness.
boom!
The next moment.
He clenched his fists tightly, and the violent energy spread directly to the surroundings, sweeping across.
Those crazy fogs of resentment seem to be real.
It was shaken and spread around.
Around Li Wuyou, there were also some gaps.
hum!
Immediately afterwards, Li Wuyou's eyes were sharp, and there was another powerful spirit power, which penetrated from the center of his eyebrows.
Crash!
Crash!
This soul power is like a violent storm, or a nightmare of a beast. The moment it appeared, a strange gust of wind blew up between the sky and the earth.
Then, the sky trembled.
Roar!
In the next moment, his soul collided with the mist of resentment roaring again.