Infinite World Projection

Silently, a world-famous arrogant who was supposed to be a master of the world, who was in the sky and the earth, died so easily.

There is no sound of death, no dignity.

So that people can't help but feel a little out of reach, there is an inexplicable feeling.

Then, several screams sounded here.

Standing still on the spot, Song San turned around, looking at the surrounding scenes, his eyes widened.

All around him, Tianjiao was directly stabbed to death by the black long knife, uttering bursts of dripping screams.

Suddenly, the screams of this place continued to resound, endlessly.

The sound was so miserable that it was a bit unbearable to look straight.

Listening to these voices, Song San sighed to himself and closed his eyes silently.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, when this moment really happened, he still felt a little heartache.

Some of these people in front of him were his former friends, some were his former enemies, and even people who were closer.

However, even if it is the original enemy, after a hundred years of being together, there will be feelings and emotions.

But at this moment, these deceased people have all fallen, and they died under the cold blade, meaningless and worthless.

Their bodies are exposed to the sun here, and the whole person lies here, dead meaningless and without dignity.

This feeling is really terrible.

Pieces of screams sounded in my ears.

With the nature of many Tianjiao in this place, they shouldn't be like this.

Those who can be called Tianjiao must have reached the pinnacle of human beings in many ways. Regardless of their talent, mind, or will, they are all human beings, and they have great luck, otherwise it is impossible to be specially arrested by Ye Di. Come here.

Under ordinary circumstances, even if the swordsman is added to the body, it may not be able to make these people shout out.

Song San knew in his heart that the black knives in the hands of those servants must not be ordinary weapons, but some kind of magic weapon that could directly point to the origin and directly injure a person's origin soul, otherwise it would not allow them to perform this way.

Of course, no matter how painful it is, some people will be extremely calm after all.

When the swordsman joined the body, a goddess in white stood alone, looking at the black sword lying in front of her chest and sighed slightly.

"After all, this is the time."

She spoke softly and let out a sigh.

"Never mind"

Tied to the idol, she finally smiled and said: "Brother Song, I will take a step first."

"If it's the next life, I hope to see you in the next life."

She spoke softly, and the words fell one by one, very gentle, but they touched Song Jue's heart.

Song San raised his hand in pain and covered his forehead.

An inexplicable emotion emerged in his heart, brewing at this moment, making him have an urge to cry.

"Why does this happen"

He muttered to himself, at this moment he hated his weakness and incompetence.

Soon, a crisp sound rang around.

When the dripping blood blossoms, a corpse lay there silently, asleep on the ground.

The goddess in white lay quietly on the ground, with a calm and indifferent expression on her face, as if she was asleep, the sacred and serene vibe still existed.

Just in front of his chest, a huge blood hole was very conspicuous, and it was so obvious that people couldn't ignore it.

The dripping blood surging from it, continuously emerging along the wound, it is especially conspicuous here.

Silently, a flower withered, and at this moment it gradually lost its traces of life.

Song San closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, he didn't dare to look directly at the body of the goddess, and he couldn't even imagine the tragic situation.

At this moment, he was still filled with emotions, unable to recover.

"What a weakness"

A slight voice came from the front, appearing extremely clear.

Before the god statue, Yedi was wearing a black robe and dancing lightly, looking at Song San's appearance at this moment, he couldn't help but disdain: "A mere woman can make you like this."

"How can you be worthy of the identity of Zhilimen Fragmentation?"

He was a little disdainful, and said coldly.

"What is the most reasonable door"

On the spot, Song San's voice sounded softly.

Bound to the idol, Song San silently closed his eyes. At this moment, his whole body was filled with grief, which made people a little touched: "I am not a fragment of the most reasonable door, nor a divine object."

"I'm just a mortal."

It's just a mere mortal.

In Song San's heart, he never thought that he was noble, let alone that he was different from ordinary people.

This world gave birth to him and gave birth to him.

Like everyone else, he also has his own father, his own mother, and his relatives and friends.

He grew up in this world, no different from the surrounding beings.

"Has the divinity been completely blinded by the mortal dust?"

Looking at Song San's appearance, Ye Di couldn't help but shook his head, and said softly, "Never mind."

"Left and right, that's it."

As soon as the voice fell, a black long knife slammed out, piercing Song San's heart all at once.

The violent pain hits from the whole body, the kind of pain is as if directly extracting the origin of the body, it is an indescribable and unbearable pain.