A pair of eyes with extreme sadness and sorrow, even despair.
This thin sword penetrated Chu Cheng's body.
This was not because the person who suddenly appeared was powerful and could break the Xuanhuang Immortal Body. It was because Chu Cheng took the initiative to disperse the Xuanhuang Immortal Body, allowing the sword to penetrate.
The person who assassinated him was not strong. If he persisted, it would be difficult to break his black and yellow immortal body.
Although this sword carries extremely strong killing intent and strength, after all, you are in the human realm and your cultivation level is not high, so how can you break through this mysterious and immortal sword?
From this hit, it can be seen that this person's cultivation level is no more than the Golden Core realm.
However, when the sword penetrated, the vitality in Chu Cheng's body healed quickly on its own, and the trace of blood that passed by also poured back into the body.
When that figure saw this scene, his expression also changed.
This is a young man who looks very handsome, and his skin is whiter than most women in the world.
His appearance is extremely feminine, and if he dresses up properly, he can even look real.
But Chu Cheng could still tell at a glance that this was a man.
The young man's body froze slightly. He looked at the person in front of him, his face gradually turned pale, and he gradually tightened his grip on the sword, shaking uncontrollably.
He had long known that the person he was facing was extremely powerful and an unbeatable demon.
He had long known that once he took action, he would definitely die.
He turned his life into a dream, hoping to accomplish the impossible. Although, before taking action, what appeared in his dream, imagination, and mind was that he killed this person with a sword.
However, the reality is extremely cruel, and this person is so powerful that he can become his nightmare.
His nightmare was that when he returned home from abroad, he saw everyone destroyed, including his family, relatives and friends, all swallowed up by a sea of blood.
This is from their blood, consumed by your own blood.
He lurked in the middle of the sea of blood for four full years, in order to one day wait for the culprit who destroyed the mountains and rivers that originally belonged to his hometown.
This sword was full of hatred and murderous intent, accumulated in my heart, and flowed from the bottom of my heart into the sword.
This is the Demon-Breaking Sword, a magical weapon used by the descendants of the gods and monks in this forgotten land.
On the basis of spiritual power, the demon crystal is used as energy source to blast a blow far away from itself.
This is demonic power. When all negativity pours in, this demonic power will become stronger and stronger.
This is a demon sword. If it weren't for the hatred in the young man's heart and his obsession with killing his enemy, he might have been devoured by this demon sword and become a crazy person without any mind.
His obsession suppressed the demonic sword. His desire to kill made him persist in the sea of blood, lurking for four years.
The young man's skin is very white, and it can indeed be broken by a blow. This is a pathological whiteness, which is caused by being immersed in the sea of blood and being transformed into white by the corrosive power contained in it.
When the poison enters the core of the heart, the disease becomes terminal. This poison is the resentment left behind by millions or even tens of millions of beings.
However, this power of resentment is the best energy source for the demon-breaking weapon, and is twice as powerful as the demon crystal.
The young man wanted to absorb all the power of hatred to kill the demon.
This is ultimately a delusion, because his strength is far from being able to absorb all the malicious power in these seas of blood.
And...even if it can be absorbed, it cannot kill the strong man standing in Xuan.
The young man understood this, but he could no longer escape. Although he knew that he could no longer escape in the face of this kind of existence.
On the edge of life and death, the young man was trembling and felt extremely cold, but he began to calm down abnormally.
The young man is no longer afraid of death. The moment he takes action, he is destined to die.
He knew that there was no way out at this moment. Even if he couldn't kill this person, if he could pierce a few more holes in his body and let him suffer injuries, he would still be considered a worthy death.
He took a deep breath, squeezed out all the energy and blood essence in his body, and poured it into the Demon-Breaking Sword in his hand.
The slender sword was lifted up again. A strong wind arose in the red curtain that filled the sky.
The green light lit up again. This time, there were a few wisps of bright red color in the clear light.
This time, the young man finally couldn't suppress the negativity caused by the demon sword in his hand, and the clear light in his eyes began to fade away.
The roar was filled with murderous intent.
The young man took a step back, then turned into blood and rushed forward again.
His speed is very fast, the fastest speed a young man has ever achieved in his life.
However, in Chu Cheng's eyes, the young man's movements were still very slow, just like a piece of light feather slowly falling from the sky.
The distance between the sky and the earth is the length of time it falls.
The distance is very long, and the time is also very long.
But in Chu Cheng's eyes, such a slow sword still made a sound.
It was the dull sound of flesh and blood being scratched and pierced.
It was blood splashing, staining the white clothes with a few dignified colors.
This time, Chu Cheng still did not retreat, and even dispersed the vitality, pressing it in the deepest part of the body, making it impossible for the vitality to rise, nourish and repair the body.
One sword, one sword, and another sword. When the young man realized that the person in front of him did not dodge, he sheathed his sword like crazy and stabbed again.
One sword after another, each sword pierced Chu Cheng's body, leaving him covered in blood.
The clothes and robes were all torn, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Except for the pair of eyes, everything else was stained red.
The blood flowed uncontrollably, and the figure did not move.
Sometimes, a person full of hatred can only be rescued from dire straits by finding an outlet.
Chu Cheng knew that this young man only wanted to die. Even if he didn't take action and let him go, there would be no such person after today.
He did not take action, nor did he want to let the young man leave. In the end, he ended the war in a desperate place.
He wanted to save this young man and use his own body to resolve the injustice at the cost of his own injuries.
The little golden elixir cultivator is undoubtedly overestimating his own abilities in fighting against the Xuanjing cultivator.
This is like a moth flying into a flame. Even if he practices for another thousand, ten thousand, even hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years, he will still not be able to defeat it. He will not be able to extinguish this fire of hatred by himself.
However, the young man was not facing the Chu Cheng from before, nor was he someone else.
Two figures, separated by a few inches, faced each other and looked at each other.
The place where the young man is is a place of darkness that cannot be touched. In front of that, the darkness is even thicker.
It's just that the young man thought wrong. In front of him was light.
That light, just like the snow-white head, is free from any impurities.
This light may be the only light in this forgotten place now.
Once upon a time, among the first group of people who had just begun this era, some people took thunder out of wood and made fire, and met the light. Then, they drilled wood to make fire, so people had their first fire, their first ray.
Light.
This is the fire that never goes out in the darkness brought by day and night. It dispels the darkness and the cold, and brings people the warmth to survive.
This fire continues to burn, lighting up thousands of homes, so that more people can live without being confused by the cold.
Today's forgotten land has ushered in darkness and a biting cold wind.
In this world, after all, someone needs to light the first fire, use it as light, use it as heat, to dispel the darkness and the coldness.
There is ice for thousands of miles, but there is sunshine for thousands of miles. This is the first ray of light in the forgotten land.
A huge bright moon is in the sky.
There was moonlight all around, and among the silver, there was a figure stained red with blood, lowering his head, and then lowering his head again, so that no one would think it was a condescending gesture.
In his eyes, the golden flames had dissipated, replaced by another light-pink fireworks.
This group of fireworks made Chu Cheng's pupils dim, but they were extremely dazzling.
As if between heaven and earth, there stands a light that can dispel this dark age.
The majestic momentum soared into the sky, canceling out the blood energy surrounding it for thousands of miles.
The young man felt this majestic momentum and did not feel any panic.
Although this momentum proved the power of this white man, it was not as terrifying as imagined.
On the contrary, it made him feel very comfortable.
Just like when he was a child, he was lying in his mother's arms or lying on his father's back.
However, his father and mother had already been destroyed in the disaster four years ago, so how could he feel this way?
Suddenly, the young man let go of the sword in his hand and stepped back.
It took a long time before he spoke with a trembling voice and confusion.
"Who are you? Why don't you kill me?"
The young man knew that with his meager strength, he was not strong enough to fight against this person. Nor was he strong enough to stab this person.
However, he stabbed the man thousands of times, drawing blood all over him.
The strong men in the Nether Realm are slightly different from the living creatures in this world. The young man has long heard that in the past hundred years, a large number of strong men from other worlds will come here and bring unimaginable consequences to this world.
disaster.
He knew that the people who destroyed the whole clan came from the world mentioned in the rumors, and he also knew that the people in front of him also came from there.
To them, the strong men in that world are all bloodthirsty and murderous demons.
At this moment, why don't you take action against him? Just like you did against his family four years ago.
In the pupils of his eyes, a hand stained red with blood was clearly reflected, reaching towards him in the dripping flow.
At this moment, the young man did not feel any panic or panic.
There was only a wave of warmth that swept through the whole body, washing away those hidden wounds and the will to die.
Then, he saw the person in front of him, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.
He heard something.
"sorry."
In the past six years, Chu Cheng has never taken action against any creature in this world, let alone kill anyone or even exterminate his clan.
But, after all, like those strong men, he comes from the outside world and belongs to the invaders of this world.
The young man froze there, full of astonishment. It was not until a long time did he hear another sentence.
"Let's go, I'll take you to rescue people. Also, let me borrow a sword."
Blood splattered again. Chu Cheng reached out and pulled out the sword that pierced his chest.
He took a step past the young man, slowly raised his sword, and struck out with one strike.
The rise of the sword is a long song, and it is also the unification of mountains and rivers.
The young man turned around, and what he saw was the Milky Way, thousands of miles away, flowing westward.
What he heard was the sound of meandering water creating waves of light.
Chu Cheng finally understood what Gu Tianshu had done.
These majestic mountains and rivers are so wonderful because of the bells and whistles. No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, thousands or thousands of poems cannot compare to it.
The light spreads across the sky, and a long song begins again. This is the prelude to the light dispelling the darkness.
The ups and downs of hardships did not extinguish his ambition, but instead invigorated him even more.
The mountains and rivers are full of beauty, but only the righteousness is strong. Chu Cheng stretched out his hand, lifted the young man up and stepped forward step by step. With each step, the mountains and rivers were painted in ink.
The sea of spirits is flowing rapidly, in the Immortal Platform of all living beings. Among the living beings who look exactly like Chu Cheng, there is a figure that is changing rapidly.
It melts in an instant and condenses in an instant.