.Ten seconds ago...

In the sky, the demon was grinning, and on the ground, there were blood-colored eyes and a face without any expression or indifferent. (.)

In fear, none of the people surrounding Lengya attacked actively, until the violent murderous aura surged like an irresistible storm, a cold light intertwined with green and blood was passed in front of their eyes.

Leng Cliff moved, and he appeared in front of the person closest to him. With a stroke of the void, the void was cut into two pieces by the void. Behind him, the afterimage of his original standing still showed the afterimage that he had no time to disappear.

The degree of that moment was incredible!

Before everyone could react, the second blade of Leng Cliff had already been cut...

Chih!

Chih!

Chih...

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The air is cut, the space is twisted, and the blood limbs are flying. It is a real god of death, holding a real god of death sickle in his hand. Every time the god of death sickle is swinging, it will take away rows of lives from the air. No one can resist, no one can resist, and all those who try to resist and resist will be cut into several segments by the "line of the sky" that waving one after another. The continuous screams, the flying bloody liquid, and the strong bloody breath, cast a terrifying bloody purgatory.

Chih...

Chih!

Five seconds... the sound of splitting the air suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Leng Ya had stood back to its previous position at some point, and still looked ahead with indifference as if it would never change again. "Pu" and "Pu"... The person whose body was cut off by a blade and whose body had not yet fallen, finally fell down. After the silence, only one person in front of him was left.

In five seconds, he waved the Wind Blade for countless times, in five seconds... The nearly a hundred people who had surrounded him, except for Yan Cang in front of him, all died without a complete corpse... including the seven people with heaven-level strength. Under the "Yi Line Heaven" and the "Yi Line Heaven" that was several times stronger than the "Yi Line Heaven" that killed Yan Zheng in the first time, no one had the chance to struggle.

Yan Cang's eyes were so wide that the two pupils that were almost bursting in his eye sockets were shrinking violently. Five seconds... they were all dead, all dead!!

Nightmare...it's a nightmare! He doesn't believe it's true...it must be a ridiculous and terrible nightmare.

The blood-colored eyes stared silently at Yan Cang, staring at the person who threw the sword that took Ping'er's life... Yan Cang's eyes were as if they were torn, and he couldn't help but look at Leng Ya's eyes, frozen on it. Suddenly, from the blood-colored pupils, he saw his internal organs, and even every bone and every blood vessel in his ear... A roar in his ears, he saw that the internal organs, bones, and blood vessels in the pupils were all twisted, and then twisted... until they were twisted into a pile of plasma...

"This...is not... blood killing... demon... pupils, it's... breaking... killing... pupils..."

Yan Cang's seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes widened, and he fell to the sky.

The breeze blew with the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer and stronger smell of blood, bringing up a few silks on the cold cliff danced with it. Apart from him, there was no one standing around. He turned around, squatted down, and gently picked up Ping'er, who was lying there quietly. In his indifferent pupils, a touch of tenderness that no one knew him best had ever seen. He raised his head, hugged Ping'er, and rushed in the direction that Ping'er had told him before, sprinkling with a strong desolation all the way...

He didn't forget a word about Ping'er's words. He wanted to take her away and see the outside world.

A terrifying wave of air descended from the sky, pressing down like a giant mountain, Yan Tianyun finally rushed over... However, his blow hit a sky, he floated in the air, looking silently in front of him, with a slight shock in his old eyes. In just a moment, Leng Ya had completely disappeared from his sight and his perception, and his degree was almost at a height that made him give up chasing directly.

There were dead bodies cut into two or several segments around them, including those in the sect, several hall masters, elders, and several friends... Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel their existence, and in this short ten seconds, he could only look at their bodies in cold and trembling eyes.

Lengya went east, and his speed was too fast. Those who came towards him and those who were guarding the Northern Emperor Sect only felt a cold wind blowing in front of him, and there was no sign of people at all. After a very short time, Lengya rushed to the edge of the Northern Emperor Sect. No one had time to stop him. He was still holding someone in his hand.

"Chasing!"

"He can't escape the Flame Soul Sand Formation."

Behind them, two people from the Northern Emperor Sect who had just been flew past, but in their eyes, they watched Lengya move forward without any stop, and rushed into the red land ahead, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

With such a degree, they had no chance to catch up with them and could only stop, but immediately, the scene in front of them shocked them... The flame soul sand will suffer from the pain of burning heart when touched. Even with the heavenly level of cultivation, if there is no protection of the Flame Soul Art, they will not be able to walk normally on it, but the cold cliff is still as fast as the wind... And on the ground behind him, all the places he stepped on by him, the light red color disappeared, and wisps of shallow black smoke slowly floated up from the places he stepped on...

The two of them seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in the world and were speechless for a long time.

Leng Ya ran all the way. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed just now. He couldn't see the front or the wisps of black smoke coming from behind. His world was sometimes blood red and sometimes blank.

He stepped out of the Flame Soul Sand and left the Northern Emperor Sect. He brought Ping'er out, just as he and she said, took her out with his own hands, but... she was dead... she would never open her eyes to look at the external world she had always longed for and yearned for... she would never open her eyes to look at him, and say those words to him forever.

When she died, his heart went from pain to severe pain, to numbness, until he could no longer feel any pain. When his heart was cold, he would never feel anything again.

Apart from his mother, Ping'er is the woman who has been with him for the longest time... Although it was only three short days. His personality determines that he constantly rejects others and is also rejected and indifferent from others. Therefore, he has never had friends since he was a child, and he will not have female friends. Ping'er... She is not afraid of him or hates him. Faced with his coldness, she still said various words to him with various expressions of anger, anger or smile. Although he did not speak and was indifferent, every word she said was always listening carefully.

She was very long-winded, but Leng Ya, from her words and her meticulous treatment for him these days... This is a woman with kindness and persistence in her bones. He began to be quietly attracted. The two of them had no father or mother, and their equally sad life experience made their hearts closer unknowingly...

She broke into his frozen heart, and then, she died, to protect him, before his eyes.

My mother died, my parents died... Ping'er's death made his last emotional string completely break, and the heart door might never open again.

He is destined to be lonely.

His steps became heavier, his eyes were no longer focal, and his sight had no target. He walked forward step by step, not knowing where he should go. The night wind was desolate, so how could it reach his desolate heart.

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The dark shadows in the southern sky had long dissipated, and Yan Tianwei still looked up and stared there. Since the appearance of the demon's grim shadow, his eyes have never left there. When he disappeared, he did not let the people of the evil sect take action, but was waiting. As for what he was waiting for, he himself didn't know. But deep in his heart, a voice was telling him: Don't act rashly, wait...

A moment of soft white light suddenly flashed behind him. Ye Wuchen appeared there. He did not appear as an evil emperor. He held a cute little girl with two braids in his hand and looked indifferent. After glanced around with a slightly curious look, she took her eyes back and looked at the man beside her. She was Xiaomo who was brought back by Ye Wuchen from the death place in the north of Kui Shui Kingdom. The first time Xiangxiang woke up from her deep sleep, Ye Wuchen brought him here. In her heart, she was extremely concerned about the safety of Leng Ya.

"Owner!"

"Lord...Master, you are back!"

The people who were waiting there were nervously swarming up and surrounded Ye Wuchen. Without any news for three days, each of their hearts was hanging high, and the feeling was even more uncomfortable than killing them. At this moment, they could finally breathe a long sigh of relief as they watched him return safely.

"I just said, my master brother is so powerful, how could he fall into the hands of the Northern Emperor Sect? You idiots know that you are worried."

"...You little dunzi, I don't know who was worried before and almost cried."

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

"Master, you're so good that you're fine. Who is this little sister?"

All kinds of questions were asked with deep concern by them. This was not hypocritical flattery. Every sentence and every word were filled with inner concern. Ye Wuchen was in a slight connection. After raising his hand, the voice around him immediately calmed down. He felt the breath around him, frowned, looked at Yan Tianwei, who had turned his eyes to him, and asked, "Leng Ya hasn't come back yet?"

Yan Tianwei's eyes were filled with worries and he shook his head heavily.

Ye Wuchen was tugged in his heart. At this time, Xiao Mo, beside her, suddenly pinched his finger with his hand, and turned his eyes to the southwest.

Ye Wuchen realized something, so he floated up and soared into the sky in the direction Xiaomo told him, while sprinkling a sound that was getting farther and farther away: "I'll go back soon, don't follow me."

Walking in the wind, Ye Wuchen could not feel the slightest coldness. Under his sharp eyes, the night could not be his cover. He looked ahead and approached quickly with the breath that was getting closer and closer.

On the edge of the lost land, he stopped in the air, silently looking at the ground below, the person holding a person in his arms and moving forward quietly. The breath on his body was so desolate that it made people feel depressed, and his figure was as lonely as the leaves of the cold winter.

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