ten seconds ago...
In the sky, the devil is grinning, and on the ground, there are a pair of blood-colored eyes and an expressionless and indifferent face.
In fear, none of the people surrounding Leng Ya took the initiative to attack, until the violent murderous aura surged like an irresistible storm, a gleam of cold light intertwined with green and blood flashed in front of their eyes.
Leng Ya moved, and he appeared in front of the person closest to him, a swipe of the void, without touching the body, the entire seven people in front were cut into two by the void. Behind him, where he was originally standing, there is still an afterimage of him that was too late to disappear.
The speed at that moment was incredible!
Before everyone could react, Leng Ya's second blade had already been drawn...
Chi!
Chi!
Chi...
The air was split, the space was distorted, and bloody limbs were flying. It was a real Grim Reaper with a real Grim Reaper in his hand. Every time the death scythe is swung, it will take away rows of lives in the air. No one can resist, no one can resist, and all those who try to resist and resist will be defeated by the successive swipes at a faster speed. One line of sky" is cut into several segments. The successive screams, the flying bloody liquid, and the thick bloody breath created a terrifying bloody purgatory.
Chi...
Chi!
Five seconds... The sound of cutting the air suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Leng Ya had already stood back to her previous position at some point, still maintaining that indifference that seemed to never change, looking forward. "Plop", "Plop", the people whose bodies were severed with a single blade, before they could fall down, finally fell down. After the silence, there was only one person in front of him left around him.
Five seconds, he didn't know how many times he swung the Breaking Wind Blade, five seconds...the nearly one hundred people who surrounded him, except Yan Cang in front of him, were all dead...including those seven people who possessed the strength of the sky. people. Under the "One-line Sky", which was several times stronger than the "One-line Sky" that he killed Yan Zheng for the first time, no one had a chance to struggle.
Yan Cang's eyes stared very wide, and the two pupils in the eye sockets that were about to burst were shrinking violently. Five seconds... all dead, all dead! !
Nightmare... it's a nightmare! He couldn't believe it was real... this must be a ridiculous and terrible nightmare.
Those blood-colored eyes silently stared at Yan Cang, staring at the person who threw the sword that took Ping'er's life away... Yan Cang's gaze seemed to be torn apart, and he involuntarily looked at Leng Ya's eyes, and fixed on them. Suddenly, from the blood-colored pupils, he saw his internal organs, and even saw every bone and every blood vessel of his own... There was a roar in his ears, and he saw the internal organs in those pupils , bones, and blood vessels were all twisted, twisted again... until they were smashed into a pile of plasma...
"This... is not... blood killing... demon... Tong, it's... breaking... destroying... killing... Tong..."
Blood oozes from Yan Cang's seven orifices, his eyes are wide open, and he falls down on his back.
The breeze carried waves of approaching footsteps and a strong smell of blood, and a few strands of Leng Ya's hair danced along with it. Apart from him, there was no one standing around. He turned around, squatted down, and gently hugged Ping Er who was lying there quietly. In those indifferent eyes, there was a gentleness that no one who knew him best had ever seen before. With his head held high, holding Ping'er in his arms, he galloped along the direction Ping'er had told him before, sprinkled with deep desolation along the way...
He didn't forget a single word of Ping'er's words. He wants to take her away to see the outside world.
A frightening wave of air descended from the sky, pressing down like a giant mountain, Yan Tianyun finally rushed over... But his blow missed nothing, he floated in mid-air, watching silently Ahead, in the old eyes, there was a shock that rarely appeared. In a short moment, Leng Ya had completely disappeared from his sight and perception, and his speed was so fast that he gave up chasing him directly.
Surrounded by corpses that were cut into two or several sections, there are important figures in the sect, several hall masters, elders, and several friends of his... Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel the dead body. Their existence, but in this short ten seconds, he could only look at their corpses with cold and trembling eyes.
Leng Ya went all the way to the east, his speed was too fast, those who came to meet him and the people guarding the Northern Emperor Sect felt a cold wind blowing in front of them, and they couldn't see anyone at all. After a very short time, Leng Ya rushed to the edge of the Northern Emperor Sect. No one had time to stop him. He was still holding someone in his arms.
"Hurry up!"
"The flame soul sand formation, he can't escape."
Behind him, the two Northern Emperor clan members who had just passed by him were chasing after them, but they watched Leng Ya move forward without stopping, rushing into the red land in front of them, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At such a speed, they had no possibility of catching up, so they could only stop, but immediately, the scene in front of them shocked them... Flame soul sand, touching it will cause heartburn, even with a heavenly cultivation base , without the protection of the Flame Soul Art, don't even think about walking on it normally, but the cold cliff is still as fast as the wind... And on the ground behind him, all the places he stepped on, the pale red color disappeared, all the way Wisps of thin black smoke slowly floated from the place he stepped on...
The two of them were silent for a long time as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
Leng Ya ran wildly all the way, he couldn't remember how many people he killed just now, he couldn't see the front, and he couldn't see the black smoke coming from nowhere under his feet behind. His world was sometimes filled with blood red, and sometimes it was blank.
After stepping out of the Flaming Soul Sand and leaving the Northern Emperor Sect, he brought Ping'er out, just as he told her, he brought her out with his own hands, but...she is dead...will never open her eyes again. Open your eyes and look at the outside world that she has always dreamed of and longed for... Never open your eyes to look at him again, and talk to him about the eternal chatter.
She died, and his heart went from pain, to severe pain, to numbness of pain, until he could no longer feel any pain. The heart is cold, and if you die, you will never feel anything again.
Besides his mother, Ping'er was the woman who stayed with him the longest...although, it was only for three short days. His character determines that he keeps repelling others, and suffers rejection and indifference from others. Therefore, he has no friends since he was a child, let alone female friends. And Ping'er...she was not afraid of him, and she didn't hate him. Facing his indifference, she still put on various expressions of anger, anger or laughter and talked to him in various words. Although he didn't open his mouth and responded with indifference, he listened carefully to every word she said.
She is very wordy, but from her words, Leng Ya, and how she has treated him in every possible way these days... This is a kind and persistent woman in her bones, and he began to be attracted quietly. The miserable life experience made their hearts draw closer unconsciously...
She broke into his frozen heart, and then she died, in order to protect him, in front of his eyes.
His mother died, his parents died... Ping'er's death completely broke his last emotional string, and the door of his heart may never be opened again.
He is doomed to be alone.
His footsteps became heavy, his eyes lost focus, and his eyes lost their target. He walked forward step by step, not knowing where he should go. The night wind was desolate, so how could it touch his desolate heart.
The black shadow in the southern sky has long since dissipated, but Yan Tianwei is still staring up there. Since the appearance of the devil's grinning shadow, his eyes have never left there. When he disappeared, he didn't let the people of the evil sect take action, but was waiting. As for what he was waiting for, he himself didn't know. But deep in his heart, a voice told him: don't act rashly, wait...
Behind him, a soft white light suddenly flashed. Ye Wuchen appeared there, he did not appear in the evil emperor's attire, holding a cute little girl with two croissant braids in his hand and indifferent eyes, after she glanced around with a slightly curious look, Then he retracted his gaze and looked sideways at the man beside him. She is Xiaomo who was brought back by Ye Wuchen from the land of death in the north of Kuishui Kingdom. The first time Xiangxiang woke up from deep sleep, Ye Wuchen brought him here. In my heart, I am extremely concerned about the safety of Leng Ya.
"Owner!"
"Master... Master, you are back!"
Those who were anxiously guarding there all swarmed up, surrounded by Ye Wuchen's side. There was no news for three days, and the hearts of each of them hung high. That feeling was even more uncomfortable than killing them. Seeing him return safely at this moment, they can finally breathe a long sigh of relief.
"Let me just say, master brother is so powerful, how could he fall into the hands of the Northern Emperor Sect, you fools know how to worry."
"...You little prick, I don't know who was so worried and almost cried."
"You... you are talking nonsense!"
"Master, it's really great that you are fine, who is this little sister?"
All kinds of questions were asked by them miscellaneously with deep concerns. This is not hypocritical flattery. Every sentence, every word carries concern from the heart. Ye Wuchen was concerned, raised his hand slightly, the voices around him immediately quieted down, he felt the atmosphere around him, frowned, looked at Yan Tianwei who had already turned his gaze to him, and asked: "Cold Ya hasn't come back yet?"
Yan Tianwei's eyes were worried, and he shook his head heavily.
Ye Wuchen was pulled in his heart. At this time, Xiaomo who was beside her suddenly pinched his finger lightly with her hand, and turned her eyes to the southwest.
Ye Wuchen realized something, floated up, followed the direction Xiaomo had told him, soaring into the sky, and at the same time let out a farther and farther voice: "I'll be back right away, don't follow me."
Walking against the wind, Ye Wuchen couldn't feel the slightest chill. Under the sharp eyes, the night could not be his cover, he looked ahead, and followed the approaching breath, and quickly approached.
On the edge of the Lost Land, he stopped in mid-air, silently looking at the person on the ground below, who was quietly moving forward with a person in his arms. The aura on his body was desolate enough to depress one's heart, and his figure was as lonely as a lone leaf in winter.