Chapter 784

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The sound of slaughter and death from all sides is shocking—

The surrounding crowd rose to attack, and in the blood of the sword shadow, Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes! Then he sank with one hand, spread his five fingers, and the gust of wind blew up in an instant, he shouted sharply: "Huaisha, summon!!"

Chapter 277 [Tianyin Pavilion] This seat is lonely

With this shout, the golden light bào fierce killing blade was summoned, and the evil spirit bullied the sky!

Everyone's expressions changed, and the high-level disciples of Tianyin Pavilion were also taken a step back, but then they still shouted: "Don't step back, don't misplace!"

"How can such a calamity be kept! The weeds must be eradicated!"

Both sides had to send arrows on the strings, and the air was stretched to the extreme—

"Go!"

The sound is like water droplets, falling into the oil pan, and there is a commotion in an instant! I saw the spell and the sharp blade slashed from the center of the execution ground in four directions, while Chu nightning held the sand in his hand, and the golden light broke through the cloud to block. With the strength of one person, he faced the cultivators who rushed in like cháo water. The sword energy in the phoenix eyes and the blood flower jiāo radiated radiance, making his face look like Shura.

He protected the ink, with a sword, with flesh and blood, with a life, and all the innocence since then.

No one listened to his explanation, and no one was willing to let two people who were trapped in a desperate situation go home. No hope, no redemption, no trust, no light.

The last thing they have is each other.

"The ink burns, bear it again, I will take you away."

Suddenly, a stern curse slammed into Chu nightning's arm, and the blood surged in an instant, and the wound was deeply visible. But Chu nightning just bit his lower lip and slammed his sword out--

"Get out of the way!" The monk on the field exclaimed, "Get out of the way!!"

Huaisha had the potential to shake the sky, this sword went down with a loud noise, the sand and stones filled the sky, the sword qi jiāo crisscrossed, and there were several bottomless gaps on the ground.

Mu Yanli's voice was sharp: "Chu nightning! Do you still have heaven in your eyes!"

"..."

Seeing that he was ignoring, Mu Yanli became more and more angry, and shouted: "Do you want to openly oppose God's heir and go against God's will?!"

Some people in the audience also shouted: "Xianzun Beidou, stop it. Are you going to be a repeat offender in the cultivation world?"

Under Huaisha's bursting suffocation, there was no one around who could immediately take a half step forward.

Chu nightning finally turned half of his face, glanced at the monks in Tianyin Pavilion, and said: "...I am already."

After all, he gritted his teeth and carried the dying ink, put the bloody man on his shoulders, and said dumbly: "Don't be afraid, it's over. Let's go, let's go home... I'll take you home."

But he looked forward, and at the moment in front of him was a bloody road. He killed the monks in Tianyin Pavilion, and more red-eyed dead men spread behind the broken limbs.

Where is home?

They have nowhere to go but hell to cast.

In the end, he didn't know how many people he had killed before he was finally able to escape. When he took the ink-burning sword out of Jiuxiao, he was shaking slightly. He has never taken so many innocent lives. He is now dyed with blood that burns, his own blood, and more of the blood of the dead in Tianyin Pavilion.

dirty.

Dirty to the core, it can't be washed off again.

The clouds gathered and dispersed in front of him, and the sky and the earth were blank.

Where to go?

Jiaoshan is impossible, and Longxueshan is no longer safe... The summit of life and death... How could he have the face to drag the summit of life and death again.

"Master..."

Hearing this hoarse moan in the ear, Chu nightning turned back suddenly, and the face of the ink burned as white as gold paper: "You... send me back."

"What nonsense!"

The ink burned but just shook his head: "You have come to me, you didn't want me." He was very reluctant and tried very hard to squeeze a smile, although his eyes were a little slack, "This is That's enough...I have a family...enough..."

"Send me back, send me back... You still have a way back..." His voice became lighter and lighter, and his eyelashes gradually fell, but he was still clutching the sleeves of Chu Wanning, and he kept mumbling. Repeat, "You still have a way out..."

"No." Chu Ning's heart was cut like a knife, he clasped the cold palm of the ink, and hugged him in his arms, "I have no retreat, I will not go anywhere."

"..."

"I'll stay with you."

If in the past, Mo Ran could hear what Chu nightning said to himself, he would be ecstatic and happy, but at the moment when he heard this sentence, he was at a loss and at a loss. He raised his hand, but he tried all his strength, but only raised his hand.

The blood on the big beach has dyed his clothes red, and the ink burned finally lost consciousness and fell into the arms of Chu Wanning.

Chu nightning is holding the increasingly weak body in his arms and can no longer bear it. He is not sure if they have left the chasing soldiers behind him. I don't know how long those people will arrive. He landed nearby with the ink burning. On a hillside, his hands were shaking too much, and it took a few times to open the ink-burning clothes.

- A bloody hole in the heart.

There was a buzzing explosion in his brain, and he didn't even dare to look at the face of the ink burning at the moment.

He suddenly thought that in the past life, the ink burned his bones for two years.

How would he feel during the days and nights of those two years?

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