"If these five people were here, maybe the situation in the Martial God Continent would be even more chaotic. It's a pity that you, Fourth Generation, didn't expect this change of mine!" The sleeves of the robe were waved, and the prince's palm brought up a bright palm shadow that filled the sky.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed and turned into a sword pillar reaching the sky, shining directly at the five sarcophagi below. The bright sword light flooded the sarcophagi, and a low whine echoed in the forest of stone tablets.
Five waves of terrifying pressure erupted on the sarcophagus, which lasted for a moment and finally dissipated.
At the same time, the eight sky-reaching sword pillars around him shattered one after another, and the vitality that filled the sarcophagus completely disappeared.
Withdrawing his hand, the prince sighed slightly, and walked towards the endless snowflakes with his lonely figure.
Luo Rui, Gong Ziyu and others looked at the prince's back quietly, until the prince's figure was lost in the wind and snow, a voice sounded next to Luo Rui's ear: "Luo Rui, go to hell, if you meet the fifth generation, you will
Except, if you don’t meet me, then let it be!”
"Fudai, whether you and I can play another chess game depends on God's will!" The prince's muttering completely disappeared and merged into the world.
A gleam of cold light loomed on Luo Rui's fingertips. This was a blade like a work of art.
Hearing this, Luo Rui sighed slightly. No one knew why he sighed, "Prince, you deliberately left this glimmer of hope for the fifth generation, right?"
Snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the figures of Luo Rui, Gong Ziyu and others gradually disappeared.
In hell, the bloody sky looked extremely hazy, and the sparse sounds of killing echoed in the sky from time to time.
Crack! A thunder snake swam in the sky, bringing with it a sharp sound of breaking wind. This thunder snake appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly.
Whew! Sparse raindrops fell quietly. It was just drizzle at first, then the rain became heavier and heavier, turning into a downpour, washing away the blood-red world.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! The rain beat on the bloody ground. The rainwater followed the pits and gathered into a trickle.
The trickle of water surged, and a white figure emerged from the rain curtain. The old figure, the vicissitudes of the face, and the silver threads all over his head were stuck to his back.
The breath of death filled his body, and anyone could tell that he was an old man who was about to be buried.
He held a rusty sword in his hand and looked at the sky blankly, as if he was deep in thought or in a daze.
Click! Another thunder snake suddenly appeared in the sky and penetrated the heaven and earth. In an instant, the bright thunder light illuminated the heaven and the earth.
The lightning also shone on his face, and suddenly, he laughed crazily, waving the sword in his hand, looking extremely stupid.
Blood rained heavily, and a figure in white ran wildly in the rain.
Sometimes it roars, sometimes it roars, and the rain of blood around it swirls around.
It rained all night, and when the sun rose, the hazy sky gradually cleared up.
The Eight Cold Hells, Flower City, this city covered with delicate flowers, is as picturesque as you can see, like a world sketched by the tip of a painter's pen.
The vicissitudes of the city wall are covered with ivy, and the rays of the morning sun fall on it. The ivy climbs up desperately, just to get more sunshine and moisture.
A sudden breeze blew up the raindrops swirling under the ivy.
The rain washed over the sky all night long, and a hint of blue appeared in the sky. Such a sky was extremely rare in hell.
Waves of fragrance permeate the Flower City, which was originally a simple settlement composed of some tribes, but has become a landscape on the horizon.
The tall boulder gate suddenly fell down, and the sound of horse hooves gradually rose up, crushing the residual red on the ground.
The sad song of dead leaves floats in the morning wind, the desolate and desolate river flows back, and the scars of fallen red songs are piled up.
Tall horses galloped out one after another, petals flying between the horses' hooves. The warrior with a stern look sat safely on the horse, and the sword in his hand glowed with a faint cold light.
Wang You is a warrior in the Huacheng tribe. Although his cultivation is not strong, he has rich fighting experience. With his rich experience, the team he leads kills thousands of monsters every month.
Early in the morning, Wang You led dozens of warriors on horseback out of the city. After a night of indulgence, most of them had a look of exhaustion on their faces.
"You have to be very alert now, hunting monsters is no small matter!" Wang You said nagging. His nagging always made the other members smile helplessly.
Bang bang! The tall horse jumped several feet, like an arrow leaving the string.
Just after leaving Huacheng, Wang You's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled on the reins. The wild horse immediately neighed and jumped up, its hoofs jumping in the air.
The faces of several warriors changed slightly, they raised their heads and looked forward.
An old figure stood in front of the stone path, with long and messy hair draped over his shoulders, hiding his old face.
Even so, those vicissitudes of eyes were still exposed to the sight of Wang You and others.
The old man held a rusty sword in his right hand. The sword was dim and not even as sharp as a sword should be.
"Old man, it's time for the hunting team to leave the city. If you don't want to be hit by a horse, go away quickly!" A middle-aged man with a scar on his face scolded.
If Wang You hadn't pulled the reins in time, the old man would have been knocked out by the force of the horse's impact.
At the same time, given his old age, this collision might be enough to kill him.
The old man ignored the middle-aged man's scolding, but looked blankly at the void where the petals were flying, and occasionally smiled stupidly.
"Idiot?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and his next words died in his stomach.
"Yusong, help him aside!" Wang Youjian also frowned. The vitality he felt in the old man in front of him was extremely weak.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly, dismounted, helped the old man to the side of the avenue, and muttered: "Old man, you are lucky to have met the king, otherwise no one else would pay attention to you, an old man who is about to be buried!"
The middle-aged man didn't care whether the old man understood, pointed to the wide stone road, and kept talking: "Old man, remember not to run there. Huacheng Avenue is the only way for hunting teams to pass, and there will be many warriors coming and going tomorrow!
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"How can your body withstand someone's collision?" The middle-aged man shook his head. He noticed that the old man's eyes were always so dull, and there was a silly smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"What a madman!" The middle-aged man patted the old man's shoulder with his right hand, and a trace of rich spiritual energy poured into the old man's body along the palm of his hand.
The old man's pale face rarely showed a trace of blood, and he stopped his hand. The middle-aged man shook his head and strode towards Wang You and others.
"Let's go!" Wang You sighed slightly, feeling a sad feeling in his heart for some reason, especially when he looked at the silly smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, this feeling became stronger.
After this small episode, Wang You and others were refreshed a lot, and their previous fatigue was gone.
"Drive!" Dozens of horses galloped up again, splashing mud all over the ground.
Autumn is coming, and the old man is standing under the pear tree. The fragrant pear blossoms are blooming under the silent sky, and the faint fragrance is intoxicating.
Petals as thin as snow fell on the old man's face. The old man didn't know it. He looked at the flying petals blankly, his eyes without any focus.
Flowers fell and flew all over the sky, and the weak vitality dissipated on the petals.
When the petals crossed the old man's face, a subtle trace of vitality sank into the old man's body.
The old man had no idea that his eyes were always blank, lost in the colorful sky.
The rising sun was rising, and the lazy autumn day turned the petals all over the sky into a layer of gold. The Flower City, which had been silent for a night, returned to its previous hustle and bustle. A warrior with a sharp aura galloped out on horseback, forming a team to hunt monsters out of the city.
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The fierce murderous aura and the flying petals are intertwined, which is both contradictory and natural.
Most of the warriors noticed the old man's existence and cast a surprised look. When they noticed that there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on the old man's body, they withdrew their gaze and rode away.
The cold autumn wind combed his bones, and the old man's figure trembled slightly, just like the falling dead leaves, floating to no one knows where.
The petals fell on the sword. The sword was so rusty that even the petals couldn't scratch it.
The old man suddenly laughed wildly, raised the sword in his hand, and waved it wildly and stupidly. His sword was like his old body, powerless, and it did not even bring about a sword breeze.
When he was crazy, he danced with his sword, and when he was quiet, he looked at the sky. The old man kept repeating these actions, and sometimes he laughed wildly. No one knew what he was laughing about, maybe not even himself.
The hustle and bustle of the world did not affect the old man, nor did the old man's madness affect the liveliness of the flower city. People passing by stopped to watch, and after watching for a while, they left after feeling bored.
Most people just know that there is an old madman coming from outside Huacheng, he is crazy and stupid.
The arrival of the old man just became a topic for some idle people to talk about after dinner. As time goes by, the setting sun has not faded yet.
The afterglow shone on the sky, glowing with a residual red, blushing the unstained clouds, and a gentle wind blew over the city wall covered with ivy, causing petals to fly.
Ta da! The warriors who went out to hunt came back on horseback. Most of them were injured. As these warriors entered the city, a faint smell of blood filled the air.
Wang You rode back with a faint joy on his face. Today's hunting was quite rich, with hundreds of monsters. The essence and blood of these monsters can be refined into blood crystals, and their flesh and blood can also be used as food and wine.
"Wang Tou, I met a crazy old man this morning, and we'll have a good harvest today. It seems that crazy old man can also bring good luck to people!" The middle-aged man named Yusong chuckled, with a trace of blood still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
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Wang You also smiled. Suddenly, Wang You was shaken and looked straight into the distance: "He is still here!"
Hearing this, Yusong raised his head and looked forward. What he saw was an old figure, dancing with a chaotic sword style and a lifeless sword.
An inexplicable sadness emerged in the hearts of Wang You and others. Wang You sighed slightly. He could feel that the old man's breath was weaker than this morning. Maybe tomorrow, the vitality in the old man's body would completely dissipate.