Chapter 137: The Heavens Are Dry and Things Are Dry 6
Yaoguang saw the silver teeth and bit the tip of his tongue hard, then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood mixed with pure chaotic energy, what a power it is.
Immediately, the Rakshasa's dragnet narrowed rapidly, trapping the resentment inside.
Getting smaller and smaller, shrinking smaller and smaller, the infinitely expanding resentment was suppressed by Yao Guang's mouthful of blood.[
"I see." At this moment, there was a faint sound of wind in the sky. It seemed like someone sighed heavily.
Just as he was saying this, a gust of breeze blew by, and Yun Tian, who had been struggling, suddenly calmed down, as if the breeze had taken away his resentment.
There was a moment of silence, and Yun Tian seemed to hear something.
Banxiang stood up with support, took a step forward, looked at the black mist that was growing in the dragnet suppressed by Rakshasa and Yaoguang, and tried to resist, but was suppressed, and said with sincerity and bitterness on his face:
"Please forgive us for our past sins. Let the grievances of thousands of years be forgotten. From now on, all things on our planet will live in peace and prosperity."
"I, as all of us surviving humans, swear that if we violate the oath I just made, all of us who are surviving... will not die well."
The cold voice floated in the air, and what he said was a resounding determination.
Swear by everyone, swear by everyone.
As Yuntian's words fell, everyone behind him who also woke up in the breeze seemed to understand something. At this time, their faces were also full of bitterness, but they all pricked their fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood fell into the dust.
They swear by life and speak by blood.
Black mist rolled in mid-air, turbulent and eerie.
Not dissipated, not enough, this is not enough...
At this moment, gusts of wind flew in the sky, causing turmoil in all directions.
"We were wrong in the past, and we have paid the price for our sins. Our friends, let it go, let it go..."
There was a whistling sound when the breeze blew, as if someone was talking in the wind.
The breeze is soft and lingering around the black mist.
Against the background of the two cars, Yuntian and the others almost saw the figures of their ancestors in the breeze. These were the ancestors who had died.
"Sins have been paid for with blood, so give us a chance to change our ways..." There was only a few words in the wind, sweeping the world.