Chapter 447 The Fall of Homeland
The unbearable burning pain penetrated his body, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of unbearable pain in his eyes.
The wind was cold, the snow was biting, and within a short while, the cold wind stained with snowflakes blew his pale face a sickly and dying red.
The pale moonlight after the war slowly came out, illuminating this desolate world and desolate land.
"Master, you have failed."
She finally trampled him under her feet.
The hand holding the magic gun, the white back of the hand was covered with bits of orangutan liquid gushing out from his body.
Aluo slowly let go of his palms, tilted his head and stared at his hands for a while, lost in thought.
The blood flowed down the back of her hand and into her wrist, and the bright red color soaked into a worn red rope tied there.
She suddenly felt a little weird in her heart.
She actually still had this red rope on her body.
Aluo felt that she should laugh proudly at this time, so she raised her lips and the smile spread on her lips.
She was about to laugh out loud, but the corners of her lips turned cold, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.
At that moment, she couldn't help but want to cover his wounds with both hands, and wanted to cry like before and say, "Master, I was wrong."
At this time, he coughed and choked with blood, and his voice was hoarse and cold with frustration: "Are you satisfied?"
The surging impulse in her heart stopped. She slowly lowered her slightly trembling hands, leaned over and untied the half piece of sapphire hanging from the hilt of the sword.
When she raised her head again, the tears on Aluo's face had dispersed with the wind. She chuckled and said, "Master, don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I will let you see it with your own eyes." How these sentient beings knelt at my feet, the story between you and me, It can't be ended by life and death."
His voice was hoarse and no longer warm and clear, like a dying jackdaw at dusk: "My life and death are not up to you."
Aluo laughed, she even his Because of his temperament, he can firmly hold his lifeline, and the viciousness in his eyes is endless: "Master, don't worry, I didn't kill everyone, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Yun Rong, even Zhongyou Dynasty, etc., I I haven't even moved, just to play a game with you. ”
She caressed his face with her palm, and a small silver sword slipped out of the cuff of her other sleeve. The blade penetrated his abdomen fiercely, which was worse than breaking bones and breaking hearts. The cruel punishment that was a hundred times more painful made him unable to help but moan in pain.
His Qi Sea Spirit Mansion was filled with desolate demonic intent, and his spiritual power nodes were dyed mottled black.
The aura of this small silver sword is extremely evil, as if it has absorbed the endless magic power of the Great Chaos of the Demonic World.
Even Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan cannot resist the erosion of the black devil's turbid breath from this sword.
Aluo pulled out the small sword with his backhand, and the blood that poured out was mixed with the purest divine radiance in the world, like a beautiful and bloody scene.
Thousands of years of despair, betrayal and loneliness, how can this hatred be easily quelled by a battle of life and death.
In the end, she personally drove her banished immortal master who was high in the clouds into the dust and blood.
She has long been beyond redemption and has long since lost her former self. In this case, how can he continue to sit on his throne as the co-owner of the world?
In this case, let’s sink into the oven of hell together and struggle forever.
She will let him know that death can be a luxurious redemption.
The human world has fallen, and the fairy land has fallen.
The six realms of Yangyang are like returning to the era when demons danced together at the beginning of the ancient world. If the demon herds people and eats them, it will bring disaster to the common people.
However, the bloodline of the human race has not been cut off, and this war is not a unilateral and overwhelming victory of the demon race.
The two forces, Etaixuan and Cangwu, fought to the death, giving half of the monks and humans in the world enough time to flee to White Camel Mountain for refuge.
After the Tianxi Sword Sect was defeated, the demon army invaded the mountain to search, only to find that half of the sentient beings, monks and humans, had disappeared as if they had evaporated.
Although the Tianxi Sword Sect has a vast territory, it cannot accommodate such a large number of humans.
It seems that Tianxi has been prepared for it.
Demon Lord Aluo knew that the sword master must have used the forbidden technique to open the plane space and saved those humans.
She also knows how hard his mouth is. If he is unwilling to speak, she will never be able to find that group of humans.
However, although she has the will to destroy the world and kill all the people, after all, there is only one deepest obsession in her heart.
Now that he was seriously injured and defeated, she was more willing to spend her thoughts on him than on those insignificant ants, accompanying him to slowly continue this never-ending cruel game.
Taixuanzong and the disciples of Cangwu Palace fought to the death and sacrificed all of them. Naturally, the Tianxi disciples would not retreat to a safe place with the fleeing humans.
As the fourth sword of Tianxi, Yun Rong, the wife of the sect leader, even though she cannot hold the sword, is still on the battlefield, staying with Tianxi with the disciples of the mountain sect.
That night.
The starry field is drooping, corpses are floating on the ground, the air is filled with blood as strong as wine, and the remaining war flames on the battlefield are silently burning the earth and corpses.
When A'luo saw Yun Rong again, her eyes were full of laziness and boredom, and it was difficult to hide the murderous intent in them.
She bullied her and did a very meaningless thing before killing her.
She tore open the snow-white gauze that had bandaged the wound on her wrist little by little. Her slender, cold fingers were as sharp as hooks, and she slowly inserted them into the huge and terrifying wound on her wrist, sewing them up. The spiritual threads of the wound were opened one by one.
New injuries were added to the unhealed wound, the fingertips penetrated the muscles mercilessly, and finally pressed hard between the wrist bones.
"Master has great supernatural powers, and he will not hesitate to ask for the Yunyan Talisman from Dongtian Temple for you, but also to heal your hand. Unfortunately, he is really unnecessary, just to make you suffer more It’s just this time.”
A'luo chuckled lightly, but there was a trace of ferocity in his eyes. When he pressed his fingertips, he heard the heartbreaking sound of bones breaking.
The bloody hands hung weakly in the blood, cold sweat fell down Yun Rong's pale and lonely cheeks, and he gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound of pain.
Aluo's finger exerted an evil and strange force, like a small metal hammer, breaking her wrist bones, hand bones, and finger bones one by one.
No matter how many clouds and smoke you look for in Dongtian Temple, it will be of no use.
This hand is useless.
Yun Rong didn't feel any regrets. It was just the back and forth torture. The pain made her feel tired: "Arao, you are the same. Since you have murderous intentions, why bother to waste your energy? Why, in this dark moon? Could it be that the murderous night made you feel like Lingchi?"
Even to this extent, she still retains the calm demeanor of the Fourth Sword.
Aluo was amused by her and patted her cheek with his bright red hands: "Yunrong, Yunrong, you said that if you left with that group of people, you wouldn't have to suffer like this. The pain is tormenting, you are such an eyesore, why shouldn’t I let you suffer a little longer before you die?”
(End of this chapter)