But no one knows that after February, there is no living creature left in the chaos of the Great Wilderness.

In August, Wu Qi Xie went to the underworld where he did not pass through the soul or the soul of the dead.

The sea of ​​darkness is boundless, the land of no boundaries, and the deserted sea hides mountains. When he came to the land of the sea of ​​no cross, he saw eight sea-filling mountain locks connecting a white bone body with chains, which should have been integrated with the mountain range of the earth, but the eight sea-sharing mountain locks had broken marks, and the eight sea-sharing mountain locks were broken and seven were broken, and only one sea-sharing mountain lock was firmly locked.

The body of the bones turned into ashes, but only a red dress with withered clothes covered with bones, dancing quietly.

Below the bones is a vast and bright red monument.

The true color of the stele is by no means the true color. The dark red stains on the surface of the stele are the blood over the years, day after day, year after year.

The sea is locked by locking the sea, and the sea produces mountains.

Wu Qixie is not unfamiliar with the filthy aura of Mingxie on the ground under his feet.

He looked at the messy blood spells on the monument. The spells were all ancient secret spells hidden in the forbidden treasury of the divine realm. They were secret and powerful, but they also damaged themselves.

The spells are messy and you can imagine what kind of pain and torture the master is experiencing while portraying these spells.

And the hands of the bones were washed away by their ten fingers, with mottled marks.

The body of the demon bones is an existence that cannot be erased for eternity.

It can be seen that the owner of this skeleton spent his whole life on this ancient monument.

Wu Qixie also discovered that on the big black and darkened stele, there was an inch of clean land that was not stained by blood, outlining two words in strokes.

It's not a blood curse, it's not a taboo.

It is just a simple two font, but it is not a text in any of the seven realms, but more like some kind of new holy text.

That inch of the stele realm is always shallower than other places, as if someone wipes it clean with his sleeves day and night, protecting that piece of land with care.

Wu Qixie looked at the black monument, as if he was looking at a heart that was soaked in black by the world, leaving only the one-inch pure land that bloomed in two words.

But, when you walk in the desolate environment, your beauty has a dry bone.

The pure land that is untainted with blood is still dirty, but it is difficult to even distinguish the words.

He stepped forward, broke the last Zhenhaishan Lock in the heart of the lock, took off his outer robe, and wrapped the dead bone.

The crown prince, who was once lonely and cold in the ninth level of heaven, sat in the dust in the dust in an empty world. He wiped the blood on the ancient monument bit by bit with his sleeves, and even the inch of hidden words patiently wiped clean.

Wipe off the last smear of dust and see the full picture of the two words.

His fingers trembled slightly. Wu Qixie never felt that there was a ghost in his life that he felt like he was like now... like a demon in the world who could not be saved.

Although he is the emperor's son, he is like dust.

Wipe away the blood and the dust and sand are free.

Under the ancient stele, the group of things suppressed by blood were still suppressed by the meaning of the stele, and only one person walked out of the world in the stele.

It was a man with a single horned horn, an evil thing that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years. Seeing Wu Qi Xie sitting in a corner of the monument, he did not show any hostility.

He said that his name is Qingyuan, and he is the king of the Yinsha clan.

He also said that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

The two talked for a long time across a monument.

No, it was better to say that it was a conversation in the tone, Qingyuan was telling him a long-standing story unilaterally.

Wu Qixie listened patiently, his face calm. Only when he heard it at certain moments, would the dark Mo Yuan's eyes have slight ripples.

In the end, the King of Yin Sha who was no longer bound by the blood spell did not return to the world, but patted him on the shoulder and returned to the dark and dark monument.

He said that one day, he would return to this world in another way.

Wu Qixie sat alone in this uninhabited land, staying for eight months until his return period came, and he returned to the divine realm and continued to be his noble and lonely emperor son, a prisoner trapped on the throne.

No one could have thought that the Emperor's son could really put down the war and demon rebellion in one year.

Even the God Emperor, who was harsh and indifferent on weekdays, could not help but praise him a few more times.

However, the praise he once longed for now no longer needs.

The mount dragon slave under him also became a silent irony.

He accepted all this calmly and made progress day by day, embarking on the lonely kingly path of the perfect crown prince. He could perfectly carry out the tasks assigned by the God Emperor and the sufferings of sentient beings without any deviation, and live as the wishes of sentient beings.

The gods admire him, and all the people worship him, and even the gods and gods have to treat him with courtesy.

Later, he took on a task.

To conquer the world, the mountain of great right and wrong.

In the deep mountains and bamboos, he met a woman who gave him a rain of the world.

The weak flower demon spirit brings a rain of prosperity.

On the other side of the mountain, red lotus blooms.

On this side of the mountain, there is a continuous rain.

The rain was silent all night, and the water lotus, which should have been sacrificed to burnt into ashes, slept at the bottom of the lake. The flower, which should have been protected by the water lotus, silently withered and fell into the mud under the umbrella, like the rouge on a woman's lips withered, like the remaining red blood on the ancient monument.

I picked up the soil and flowers and asked for a spiritual spring.

The flower spirits that should have returned to the earth are growing in the withering, waiting for the fragrance of flowers to bloom, and will come to the future.

And he is still waiting in the world of dreams.

The God Emperor supported the young gods and extradded the new gods into the realm, but caused the harm of the sin gods. The pure blood sect in the divine realm fell apart, and although it was later suppressed and removed.

But the stubborn disease is so deep that it is not easy to dig bones into the flesh and remove them.

That is a trauma that is difficult to heal if the muscles and bones in the divine realm are damaged!

The Emperor of the People, the great sins of the people, should suffer the suffering of reincarnation and be liberated.

The father and the emperor were guilty of the emperor's son Wuqi Xie, and his identity was a bit embarrassing.

The father is a sinner, and he is both a perfect and noble crown prince and a son of a sinner.

This perfect name will inevitably make a little more dirty.

Although the stains are small, they are particularly obvious in the white snow, which is enough to make others talk about and comment.

For the "Emperor's Son", this is definitely not a good thing.

But for Wu Qixie, he knew that he had finally waited for his opportunity.

He was guilty of his own sin and carried the sin of his father. He was willing to take the sin and suffered the pain of reincarnation and stripped his life with his father.

On the day when the seal of sin was branded, he met his mother again across the boundless sea of ​​sky.

Farewell to the underworld, what does it mean to look at each other?

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Cang Lian, who listened quietly to these past events, was speechless for a long time.

After the sound of the sound, she whispered: "Is this the fate of the god-killing fate? Black and white cannot be born together, and twins can only be one of them? But you and your sister are both the God Emperor's children, and they are both the God Emperor, the Lord of the People, why do you believe that kind of illusory prophecy? I think Xiao Yao'er's sister really loves Xiao Yao'er. I can't imagine that such a person, even if he falls into a demon, as long as the little demon still exists in the people, she will really hurt this people."

She frowned and shook her head: "Is this ending too unreasonable."

Ling Tiansu said lightly: "I am back this time, not for immortality or to be the emperor, just to break these unreasonable things. Among them, if there is a sister, then you are Cang Lian'er."

"Me?" Cang Lian was surprised.

Ling Tiansu looked at her and smiled and said, "Cang Lian'er wants to know, has it happened to me in the past few months?"

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Three months ago.

The black sea lies across the northern border, without birth, and the old land will never be restored.

The sea breeze stirred up a cold and cold breath, and the Black Sea was dead silent.

The frozen land covered by ice and snow was covered with white water. In just one day, blood flowed and frozen into a red land of revenge.

When the Northern tribe invaded the Southern tribe, Ling Tiansu could not remember how many soldiers he sent to Tianhuang Mountain.

The patriarch Mu Lianzhuo took half a day to draw up a list.

Ling Tiansu naturally did not intend to let go of any Northern tribe who participated in the war.

The moment before Mu Lianzhuo planned the list of personnel, he took out the time scroll of gods and demons, spread it in his palm and gave it a look to him.

Everything is in vain.

A list was drawn up in half a day, and another half a day of voting on the list of massacres was spent.

On the execution platform, Ling Tiansu saw a familiar face.

Fox Fantasy True.

He is not a member of the Northern tribe, but he is among the massacres who are punished and massacred.
To be continued...