The broken city walls were scattered and piled up, full of dust.
The other monsters of the five realms swarmed towards the city, ready to eat flesh and blood.
The collapsed city wall suddenly trembled, and a big hand that was bleeding profusely stretched out, grabbed the head of a leaning monster beast, and crushed it suddenly.
The ruins trembled twice.
A golden light god slowly climbed up from the inside, his body was covered in blood, and he tore up all the broken clothes on his upper body. The sun hanging high behind him became more and more bright and intense, and even the blood was golden!
He looked at the black cloud in front of him, his throat became hoarse, and he coughed violently twice, barely expelling the dust in his lungs. That's all, the young man stood up straight again, punched his chest horizontally, and grinned.
"I'm not dead yet, what are you doing in a hurry?!"
Dark clouds are coming!
Submerge the golden light of the mustard seeds.
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Monsters and beasts raged in the city, causing chaos.
A monk with disheveled hair and the appearance of a madman holds a flying sword. Wherever he passes, he only kills monks and not monsters.
He muttered in his mouth, "Sword Immortal, I am Sword Immortal, high above me, a real immortal!"
His eyes were red, and the blood on the sword came from the monks. He stumbled in the city and didn't know where he was going. He didn't meet any high-level monsters. When he passed a corner, he stopped suddenly.
A woman ran away in a panic with her luggage and belongings on her back, wanting to enter the four-elephant Zhoutian formation.
The two looked at each other, and the woman looked at the blood-covered monk with some fear and wanted to avoid it.
The monk stared blankly at her, and murmured, "Painting screen?"
The woman didn't know what she meant, she just pretended she didn't hear, she held her bag, lowered her head, and planned to walk around quickly.
The monk grabbed her wrist and kept shouting: "Huaping, Huaping, why don't you accept me?!"
The woman was terrified, threw off the monk, and ran away.
Her throat tightened suddenly, and she was pinched tightly by a big hand.
The monk stared at her with red eyes, and asked frantically, "Do you like that trash?!"
The woman struggled and shook her head, "No... I don't recognize you."
The monk was already insane, and he roared angrily: "Bitch, bastard!"
He cut off the woman's head with a sword, and watched the blood gushing out of the woman's body, splashing on him.
The monk raised his blood-stained hands to look at it, and stood on the spot blankly. After a while, the flying sword fell with a clang, and he knelt down suddenly, hugging the woman's body and weeping loudly.
Song Hongxiu pierced his heart with a sword today, and lay down together with the headless woman holding hands.
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In a small shop in the city, a young man curled up in the innermost part of the cabinet, listening to the violent movement outside, not daring to move at all.
The young man is the clerk of this shop, and his level is not high. On weekdays, he is responsible for clearing the shop materials and cleaning. The money he earns is enough to live on his own, and there is still a lot of surplus, so he doesn't have to go out of the city to kill demons.
The young man is very satisfied with this life. Although it is a bit dull, he is an extremely ordinary person. Even if he sometimes has unrealistic thoughts, he just thinks about it in his heart and dare not say it. explain.
He just wanted to live a mediocre life for ten years, take the money he had saved, go home and buy a big house for his parents, and propose marriage to the girl he had always liked.
At that time, the girl should also be of the age to talk about marriage, just right.
He didn't have a good dream in his life, but he might have a little good dream in the future.
Kemeng is also fragile and shatters suddenly.
After the monster attacked the city, the shopkeeper didn't take him with him, but gave him some money and told him to find his own way out.
He didn't know where to go, he didn't dare to leave the shop, he didn't dare to climb out of the closet to take a look outside.
His brain was not smart at all, extreme fear spread to his heart, and he could only curl up tightly in this narrow cabinet under all kinds of horror.
The young man knew that this would not work, if he just hid in the cabinet, he would die, he didn't want to die, he wanted to live.
Someone has to live, why can't it be me?
It was the first time that such a strong desire surged in the boy's heart. He boldly climbed out of the narrow cabinet little by little, moved quietly, and picked up a long knife that was usually sold in the shop.
With his heart hanging, the young man walked to the door and looked out extremely cautiously.
There are not many monsters, only a few, and they are all eating flesh and blood.
The boy's body trembled, and the long knife in his hand was almost unsteady.
He dare not.
I dare not go out for fear of being caught by monsters and swallowed alive.
This way of dying was too painful, he couldn't bear it, and his heart trembled just thinking about it.
The young man wanted to understand himself with a knife, and had a quick way to die, but he didn't dare. He sat in the shop blankly, his eyes glazed over.
No courage to live, let alone the courage to die.
Perhaps he would feel a little more at ease sitting in the shop.
In the end, the young man silently put the long knife back on the shelf. His whole body trembling and crying, he walked slowly to the cabinet, gently opened it, and crouched in again.
His head was on his lap and he was sobbing.
The shop door creaked suddenly.
A monster came in.
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The ten-mile city was full of corpses, strands of blood fell on the bluestone road, slowly gathered along the small ravines, and eventually became a bloody road.
Those monks of the five realms who left the Four Elephants Zhoutian Formation and went out to kill monsters never came back.
Therefore, before each of the five-level monks went out, they would leave a sentence, which seemed like a last word, but not like a last word.
"Chengtou hotpot is delicious, it would be a pity if we can't eat it again in the future."
"I'm going out to help."
"Pimpedao naturally wants to subdue demons and eliminate demons."
"You go first, and I will follow."
"I am dignified five-level, so much better than those low-level monks, so naturally I want to protect them."
"..."
"I will go back as soon as I go!"
No one came back.
The city was extremely noisy, wailing, explosions, quarrels...
It seems to be more lively than ever before, maybe before everything is destroyed, it will always bloom again.
The good and the bad all flowed out of my brain.
Then the bustle is over, and there is only a vast and dead silence, and a group of ghosts who don't know where to go.
Chen Jiu tried his best to stand on the ruins of the city wall, his chest was open, and blood continued to flow out. The giant as tall as a hill stared at him coldly and asked quietly.
"For a group of ants, is it worth it?"
"If you want to leave, no one can do anything against you in this Kongtong secret realm."
The young man trembled, slowly stood up straight, looked up at the ghost as tall as a hill, and asked weakly.
"Someone is going to die, why can't it be me?"
Suddenly there was a scream from the city behind, and the young man turned his head hastily.
In the far distance, a monk killed another monk, snatched the magic weapon stored in it, and ran towards the four-element circling formation without looking back.
An elderly monk held a boy in his hand, and when he encountered a high-level monster, he threw the boy to the monster and fled by himself.
...
The kind-hearted and the weak were all completely killed by these monsters who peeled off the human skin, and there was nothing left.
The young man suddenly wanted to cry.
What the hell is this all about?
He smiled miserably and knelt on the ground powerlessly.
The monster black cloud suddenly invaded, completely covering the young man.
No more gold.