Ten people, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand people.
Miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, and inner disciples.
Du Qirui is on crutches, Tang Jingyue is naturally charming, and Su Xinglan is holding the Taixuan Sword.
As well as Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe, who are direct disciples.
For a time, there was a huge momentum from the mountains and the mountains, and the foot of Kunlun Mountain was surrounded by an airtight atmosphere.
"Beast, you rebellious beast, why do you want to attack Senior Brother?"
"Kunlun treats you well. Kunlun is very kind to you."
Du Qirui asked sternly, tears streaming down his face.
"Kunlun disciples obey the order and follow me to clean up the house."
"Kill Suning and avenge the master brother."
"Junior sister Jingyue, quickly activate the mountain protection formation."
"Pei Chuan Qinghe, ring the catastrophe bell to recall all Kunlun disciples."
"Junior brother Xinglan, as a member of the Su family and at the same time the third elder of Kunlun, I will not force you to do it out of justice or not."
"I just ask you to remember that Kunlun deserves to be ashamed of the Su family and Suning."
"kill......"
With a command, the shadow of the sword surged.
Suning's body disintegrated on the spot and turned into a stream of light running towards the top of the mountain.
"cut."
He looked at the people at the foot of the mountain with an expressionless face, raised his sword and lowered it, the sword shining brightly.
"Stab it."
The fresh lives were harvested one by one, and disappeared into ashes before they even had time to scream.
"Click."
The picture was shattered again, and the nine peaks of Kunlun were razed to the ground.
In the hell on earth with mountains of corpses piled up, Suning walked forward in a daze, his limbs stiff.
"The existence of Kunlun is one of the shackles that binds my Taoist heart and is difficult to stabilize."
"Kill them and cut off the shackles. Am I wrong?"
"No, I'm right, I should do this."
"Because they will die sooner or later. They will all die. I just want to send them on their way first."
His eyes were filled with scarlet, and Suning looked up to the sky and screamed.
He strode away from Kunlun and came to Kyoto where the second shackles formed in his heart.
Pushing Fang Wenxuan away from the small courtyard, he grabbed Su Mingkang's neck angrily.
His family is a concern he can never let go of.
Today, he wants to cut off this concern and have no worries from now on.
"Ning, Ning Zi..."
Su Mingkang, who has gray hair and is showing signs of aging, was first surprised and then happy.
Even though he was lifted in the air by Suning, his neck hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
But when he saw his beloved son back, he was still ecstatic and kept grinning.
"Come back, just come back."
"Dad, I just want you to be safe and sound."
"cough......"
Veins bulged on his forehead. He coughed painfully and wanted to reach out and touch Suning's face.
"Dad doesn't blame you, it's not weird."
"In the future..."
Intermittently, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he closed his eyes resignedly and said, "Take care of yourself."
Suning trembled and struggled until her eyes became somewhat clear.
He suddenly dropped Su Mingkang like crazy, staggered backwards, and sprayed a large amount of blood mist from his mouth.
"No......"
"My relatives and friends are dead. What use do I have for such a great avenue and such a Taoist heart?"
"I can kill all the people in the world and destroy all living things in the world. But the meaning of my life and my motivation to pursue the path of sainthood all come from my family."
"I want peace and safety, and I want my family to be reunited."
"What I want is never to live alone in the world."
He roared heartbreakingly and laughed crazily.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Three steps later, he woke up as if from a dream, and all the demonic aura around him had subsided.
