Heavenly Star

Ten seconds ago...

In heaven, the devil is laughing, on earth, a pair of bloody eyes and a face without any expression and apathy. (.)

In fear, none of the people surrounding the cold cliffs took the initiative until the violent killer surged like an irresistible storm and wave, when they saw a line of turquoise and bloody cold light crossing their eyes.

The cold cliff moved, and he appeared in front of the closest person to him, empty, untouched, and a whole seven people in front of him were cut into two pieces. Behind him, his original position still revealed the remnants of his impending disappearance.

That instant degree, fantastic!

Everyone hasn't reacted yet, the second blade of the cold cliff has been cut down...

Huh?

Huh?

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The air was split, the space was distorted, and the blood limbs were dancing. It was a true reaper with a real reaper sickle in his hand. Every time that sickle of death waves, it takes a row of lives apart. No one can resist, no one? Resistant, all those who try to resist and resist will be cut into several segments by that successive "front-line days” at a faster rate. Successive screams, flying blood fluids, intense bloody breaths, cast a horrible bloody purgatory.

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Psst!

Five seconds... the sound of the splitting air suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Somehow the cold cliff has returned to its previous position, still holding that indifferent look ahead as if it would never change again. “Push”, "Push”... the body was severed with one blade, the people whose body could still fall in the future finally fell. After silence, there was only one person left around him.

Five seconds, he waved the wind blade several times, five seconds... that had surrounded him nearly a hundred people, except for the flames in front of him, all died without a whole corpse... including those seven people with the power of heaven. No one has a chance to struggle under "Front Line Days", which is several times stronger than the first time he killed a positive "Front Line Days".

The sparkling eyes stared very wide, in the orbit, and those two almost bursting eyes contracted sharply. Five seconds... all dead, all dead!!

Nightmare... This is a nightmare! He didn't believe it was true... it must have been a ridiculous and terrible nightmare.

Those bloody eyes stared silently at the flaming sky, at the person who threw the sword that took Pinger's life... the flaming eyes were torn, unable to help but look into the eyes of the cold cliff and rated it. Suddenly, from that bloody eye, he saw his guts, even every bone, every blood vessel... a roar in his ear, and he saw that the guts, bones, and blood vessels in that eye were all twisted and twisted... until they were hanged into piles of plasma...

“This... is not... blood killing... demons... eyes, is... breaking... destroying... killing... eyes..."

Blood seeps through the flames, eyes glare round and fall down on your back.

Light winds blew through with a * * closer and deeper footsteps and a thick smell of blood, dancing with a few silks from the cold cliffs. There's no one else standing around but him. He turned around, squatted down, and held quietly the screen there gently. In those pale eyes, there was a glimmer of tenderness that the person most familiar with him had never seen. He raised his head, held the screen, and flew in the direction told him before the screen, sprinkling a thick desolation all the way...

Pinger didn't forget a word. He's taking her away to see the outside world.

An appalling wave descended from the sky, like a giant mountain, and the flaming clouds finally rushed over... but this blow struck an empty sky, he floated in the middle of the sky, silently looking ahead, in the eyes of the elderly, shocked rarely appeared. In a short moment, the cold cliff had completely disappeared from his sight and his perception, and his degree was almost to the point where he gave up the chase directly.

All around him are dead bodies cut into two or several pieces, there are some heavy figures in the sect, there are several heads of parishioners, elders, several of his friends... Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel their presence, and that was the short ten seconds, he could only look at their bodies in cold and trembling eyes.

The cold cliff went all the way east, he was too fast, and those who came to meet him and guarded the North Emperor felt nothing but a cold breeze in front of him. After a very short period of time, the cold cliff hit the edge of the North Emperor, no one could stop it, and he held a man in his hand.

“Go after him! ”

“Flaming Soul Sands, he can't run. ”

Behind him, two North Emperors had just been chased by him, but when they opened their eyes, they looked at the cold cliff without any stopping forward and rushed into the red land ahead, blinking and disappearing.

So much so that they had no possibility of pursuing it, but immediately, the scene in front of them made their hearts horrified... flaming sand, touching must burn heartache, even though there was heavenly cultivation, without the protection of the flaming soul, they would not walk normally on it, but the cold cliff was still as fast as the wind... and above the ground behind him, all the places he had trampled, the pale red colour disappeared, a light black smoke slowly floated from the place he had trampled...

The two saw the most incredible things in the world for as long as they could.

Running along the cold cliff, he couldn't remember how many people he had just killed, couldn't see the front, couldn't see the black smoke coming from behind his feet. His world, sometimes bloody, sometimes blank.

Stepping out of the Flaming Soul Sand, he also left the North Emperor Zong, he took Pinger out, as he and she had said, and brought her out personally, but... she was dead... she would no longer open her eyes to the outside world that she had always dreamed of and desired... she would never open her eyes to see him again and say that she would never stop talking to him.

She died, his heart ached, to severe pain, to numbness, until he could never feel any more pain. When your heart is cold and you die, you will never feel anything again.

Apart from his mother, Pinger is the longest woman to accompany him… although only for three short days. His character determines his constant exclusion from others, as well as his exclusion and disregard, so he never had a friend, let alone a female friend, since he was a child. And Pinger... she's not afraid of him, she doesn't hate him, and in the face of his callousness, she still has all kinds of expressions of anger or laughter and says all kinds of things to him. Though he did not speak, he was indifferent to each other, but she listened carefully to every word she said.

She was nagging, but the cold cliff came from her words, and the days she had treated him like nothing... This is a woman with goodness and perseverance imprinted in her bones, and he began to be quietly attracted, two fatherless, equally amazing, so that their hearts could be pulled closer unconsciously...

She broke into his frozen heart, and then she died, to protect him, in front of him.

Mother is dead, parents are dead... Pinger's death has caused his last string of emotions to be completely broken and his heart door may never be opened again.

He, doomed to be lonely.

His footsteps became heavy, his eyes lost focus, his sight lost his goal, and he walked step by step, not knowing where he was going. How can the night wind be as bleak as his desolate heart?

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The shadows of the southern sky had long since dispersed, and Tianwei still looked up at them. Ever since the demon's laughing shadow appeared, his eyes have never left it. When he disappeared, he did not let the wicked act, but waited. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. But deep in his heart, a voice is telling him: Don't move lightly, wait...

Behind him suddenly flashed a soft white light. Ye Wuchen appeared there, he no longer appeared in the clothes of the evil emperor, holding two horn braids in his hand, with a cold, cute little girl, she swept around with a slightly curious eye and retracted her gaze, looking at the man beside her. She was brought back by Ye Wuchen from the land of death in the northern part of Aoishui country. The first time Xiang Xiang woke up from her sleep, Ye Wuchen brought him here. In my heart, there is no greater danger of cold cliffs.

“Master! ”

“Lord... Master, you're back! ”

The restless guardian was crowded with leaves. Without hearing from each of them for three days, their hearts were hanging high, and that feeling was even more painful than killing them. At this point they can finally breathe a long sigh of relief as they watch him return in peace.

“I told you, Master's brother is so powerful, how could he fall into the hands of the North Emperor, you idiots know to worry blindly. ”

“... you little pier, you don't even know who was worried about almost not crying out before. ”

“You... you're bullshit! ”

“Master, you're all right. Really great. What's this little sister? ”

It is not a hypocritical compliment that questions are asked with intense concern, and every word carries its own concerns. Ye Wuchen had something to do with it. As soon as he raised his hand, the sound around him immediately calmed down. He felt the breath around him. His eyebrows wrinkled. He looked at the flaming sky that had turned his eyes to him and asked: "Hasn't the cold cliff come back yet? ”

The eyes of Yan Tianwei are worried, shaking his head.

Ye Wuchen's heart was pulled. At this point, the little foam next to her suddenly squeezed his fingers with her hands, her eyes turned southwest.

Ye Wuchen realized something, floating up, rushing in the direction Xiao Fo told him, and spinning an increasingly distant voice: “I'll be right back, don't follow me. ”

As the wind swept, Ye Wuchen felt no chill at all. With a sharp eye, the night could not be his cover, and he looked ahead and followed the nearer breath fast approaching.

On the edge of the lost ground, he stopped in the middle of the sky and looked silently at the ground below, holding a man in his arms and moving forward quietly. His breath was so desolate and depressing that his figure was as lonely as a cold winter leaf.