The unbearable burning pain penetrated his body, and a look of unbearable pain could not help but appear in his eyes.
The wind was cold and the snow was biting the bones. After a while, the cold wind stained with snowflakes blew his pale face a sickly and dying red.
The pale moonlight that had dispersed after the war slowly shone through, 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 little bits of orangutan liquid gushing out from his body.
A'luo slowly let go of his palms, tilted his head and stared at his hands for a while, lost in thought.
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 strange in her heart.
She actually still had this red rope on her body.
A'luo 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 without knowing when.
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 with your own eyes how these sentient beings kneel before me.
At your feet, the story between you and me cannot end as simply as life or death."
His voice was hoarse, no longer warm and clear, like a dying jackdaw at dusk: "My life or death is not up to you."
A'luo laughed. She was even his temperament, so she could firmly hold his lifeline. There was a sinister look in her eyes: "Master, don't worry, I didn't kill everyone, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Yun Rong
Even Zhongyou Dynasty and so on, I didn’t move, 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 of the sword penetrated deeply into his abdomen. The cruel punishment was a hundred times more painful than breaking his bones and breaking his heart.
I couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
His Qihai Lingfu 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 the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan cannot resist the erosion of the black devil's turbid breath from this sword.
A'luo pulled out the small sword with his backhand, and the blood that surged out was mixed with the purest divine radiance in the world, like a sad and bloody beautiful 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?
If that's the case, then let's sink into the oven of hell together and struggle for eternity.
She will let him know that death can also be a luxurious redemption.
The human world is in ruins, and the fairy land is in ruins.
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 human race's bloodline has not been cut off, and this war is not a unilateral and overwhelming victory for the demon race.
The two forces, Etaixuan and Cangwu, fought to the death and refused to retreat, which gave 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 covers a vast territory, there is no way it can accommodate such a large number of humans.
From this point of view, Tianxi was actually prepared.
Demon Lord Aluo knew that the sword master must have used the forbidden technique to open up the plane space and saved those humans.
She also knew how tough his mouth was. If he was unwilling to speak, she would never be able to find that group of humans.
However, although she has the will to destroy the world and kill all the people, at the end of the day, 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 and the wife of the sect leader, Yun Rong, even though she cannot hold the sword, is still on the battlefield, staying with the disciples of Tianxi forever.
That night.
Starfields drooped, corpses floated on the ground, the air was filled with blood as strong as wine, and the remaining flames of war on the battlefield silently burned the earth and corpses.
When A'luo saw Yun Rong again, her eyes were full of laziness and boredom, and it was hard to hide the murderous intent in them.
She bullied him 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, and pulled out a spiritual thread to suture the wound.
Pull the roots apart.
A new injury was added to the unhealed wound, and the fingertips penetrated the muscles mercilessly, and finally pressed hard between the wrist bones.
"Master has great supernatural powers, and he did not hesitate to ask for the Yunyan Talisman from Dongtian Temple to heal your hand. It is a pity that he really did it in vain, and he just wanted to make you suffer one more 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 helplessly 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.
A'luo'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 if you say it is useless.
Yun Rong didn't feel any regrets. It was just that the repeated torture made her feel tired: "Arao, you are the same. Since you have murderous intentions, why bother to waste your energy? Why, in this dark and windy month?
Could it be that the murderous night gave you Lingchi's elegance?"
Even after reaching this level, she still retains the calm demeanor of the Fourth Sword.
A'luo 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 such pain. You
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