Qing Hui felt that his body was constantly falling.
Strange sounds kept coming from my ears.
She didn't know how long it took, but she finally opened her eyes and found herself standing in a very empty place.
It was thousands of times emptier than any other scene she had ever seen.
It's like there is no end.
The sky is blood-colored, the ground is thick black, and the piles of corpses on the ground are piled in piles.
Qing Hua just glanced at it and felt his scalp numb.
She thought that the scene of drought in Lingzhou she had seen was already a purgatory on earth.
But at this time, she felt like she had seen a real purgatory.
The corpses were piled up in piles to form a mountain. The ground looked black from a distance, but if you look closely, you will find that the black is blood mixed with soil, and the black is smudged inch by inch.
There were not only human corpses on the ground, but also corpses of monsters and demons.
But the blood stained them for too long, dyeing all their clothes the same color.
It's impossible to tell the original camp.
Qing Hui subconsciously hugged his arms and rubbed them vigorously.
But I feel nothing.
What ancient battlefield has she...entered?
Or a dream or fantasy?
Qing Hui couldn't tell the difference for a while.
She followed the direction of the sound and walked cautiously. From a distance, she saw the same thick black river bank. There were still people fighting. Blood, limbs and heads rolled down into the river. The color of the dizzy river water was even darker.
point.
This scene was so exciting that Qing Hu almost felt sick.
Although she couldn't smell any blood at all.
At this moment, he saw a familiar shadow among the group of people fighting.
It's Your Majesty!
Qing Hui ran forward a few steps excitedly, and finally saw the man's face clearly in the melee.
It is indeed Your Majesty.
But there seems to be something different.
The face is exactly the same, but this person is much colder and sterner than His Majesty.
The armor on his body has long been shattered into pieces, and its original color cannot be distinguished. The weapon in his hand is a black stick.
The stick seemed to be the most dexterous weapon in his hand, and even though it was a bladeless weapon, one stick could cut the enemy in half.
This is not Your Majesty.
If she remembered correctly, she heard that His Majesty's weapon should be a heavy sword.
Although she has never seen it, she heard that His Majesty's heavy sword weighing several hundred kilograms has killed countless people.
In the early years, the bricks on the steps of the court hall were stained dark with blood.
So what is this?
Is it His Majesty’s previous life?
Or is it His Majesty’s dream?
Qing Hui tried to move towards him. At this time, she saw that all the people around His Majesty had fallen. He was holding the stick in his hand tightly with one hand, and the stick was on the ground. He stood straight. Qing Hui saw
His originally golden pupils turned into ink color little by little, as if they had been swallowed by something.
Clearly and clearly.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.
black blood.
After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, he seemed to have lost all his strength and seemed unable to stand, but he still did not fall.
He looked in the direction of the river bank, closed his eyes, and a string of bloody tears fell from his eyes.
Then a moment later, everything behind him collapsed, and all the corpses, including his own, turned into soot.
The wind blew and everything dispersed.
"His Majesty!"
Qing Hui couldn't help shouting and rushed towards the person who was about to disappear.
The man seemed to feel something, and before he was about to disappear completely, he looked back at her.