From the outside world, Da Wuhui held the arrow of death and the head of the monster, falling freely from the air. During this landing process, Da Wuhui's body kept trembling.
He waved his sword to the Canyue for his loved ones back then! Is it just to save people?
Why is there something happening today? Why are you entangled with such unjust souls?
Why? Why? Why!!!
Da Wuhui felt guilty, but he was unwilling to ask in his heart, constantly asking.
Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression became extremely ferocious. At this time, he looked no longer a human face, just like countless struggling souls lying on his face, making silent roars,
Not making a sound, but it hurts people's hearts.
No matter what, there is one thing he must do now! Da Wuhui shouted in his heart.
His hands were tightly grasping the arrow of death in his hand. The harder he exerted, the more painful the soul would be more uncomfortable than the ten thousand ants.
This pain made Da Wuhui want to stab himself into his spiritual platform with the September Sword, causing his body to be damaged and his Taoist death!
But there was a little girl in his sea of thoughts, and there was a father on the arrow of death he held! Da Wuhui roared lowly, holding the arrow of death in both hands and pulling it out!
With this pull, the arrow of death did not move, but Da Wuhui did not give up. A deep sadness appeared in his eyes, he kept roaring in a low voice, and his hands pulled the arrow of death hard.
The arrow of death still did not move. No matter how hard Da Wuhui tried, he could not pull the arrow of death, let alone other arrows of death.
Da Wuhui's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and the blood was getting more and more thicker, gradually as if blood was about to drip.
The arrow of death still did not move, and Da Wuhui's low roar began to roar. What was hoarse was no longer the sound of humans, but it seemed to be the whimpering sound of a beast that was injured and dying.
"Tell me, why? Why can't I pull out this arrow? Why? Why?" When Da Wuhui's whole body was exhausted, he collapsed beside the arrow of death. He asked weakly, looking up at the sky and asked weakly
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"Why did you draw this arrow?" The moment Da Wuhui collapsed, a faint voice suddenly sounded from nowhere.
Da Wuhui's body stiffened. From the battle to the present, he had not noticed that anyone existed here. Da Wuhui's pupils shrank and he slowly looked at the little girl's father. Her father seemed to be still old.
Look.
Da Wuhui turned his head slowly and looked at the little girl's mother, but her mother seemed to have not changed.
However, Da Wuhui saw that the huge body of the monster began to change slowly, gradually becoming very illusory. When it turned completely illusory, a black mist escaped from the monster's body. The fog was
A ball of black unknown substance, Da Wuhui can't see through what this substance is.
But Da Wuhui can feel a kind of underworld power. The unique power of the underworld is hidden in it. This power of life and death is very special. If Da Wuhui feels it once, he will never forget it.
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This black mist floated in the air. Da Wuhui looked at it and suddenly felt that the whole world no longer existed, only this black mist existed.
When the fog appeared, the arrow of death on the little girl's parents also began to tremble.
Da Wuhui laughed, laughing mistyly. He said to the fog: "Why did I pull these arrows? Don't you know?"
"If you save someone, you have to save yourself. If you don't understand, you will never be able to pull up the arrow, let alone the remaining arrows." The black mist and a faint voice sounded again.
"Self-save..." Da Wuhui murmured and said, "What do I want to save myself? I can't save Le Yunyan, I destroyed the realm of monsters, and I have killed countless people from the Spring and Autumn Continent... Save myself...
…Ha ha……"
Da Wuhui smiled even more desolately: "Can I still save myself?"
"The Eight Trigrams of the Nether Clouds... First, the Heart Method... The Sword of the Nine Month... The Emperor's Order of the Eight Wilderness... Why do you exist?" A faint voice seemed to still come from nothingness, and his tone did not fluctuate at all.
It's calm.
"The Eight Trigrams of the Nether Clouds... First Dao's Heart Method... The Sword of the Nine Month... The Emperor's Order of the Eight Wilderness... Why do I exist..." Dao Wuhui repeated, and Dao Wuhui appeared in his mind, and Qiqi appeared,
The old man from Heaven appeared...
There is also a young man who steps on the veil flame bird - Shangge!!
A kind of light began to appear in Da Wuhui's eyes. This light was a fire that would grow to the fire that burns the sky and destroys the earth.
"The underworld is a place where there is no return. Since you are here, be prepared not to go back. If you want to go back, look at your heart. Since you have picked it up, you should bear it..." The black fog was faintly
When the sound rang out again, Da Wuhui suddenly felt a strange feeling coming to his heart.
The shore made him understand a kind of power.
The evil body makes people understand a belief.
What did he understand this time?
Da Wuhui felt that he had already figured out some things.
Da Wuhui stood up silently, with little spiritual power left in his body, but he once again held his hands on the arrow of death. In the moment he held it, the feeling of the soul being pulled and twisted before enveloped him again
, his body began to tremble.
Under this feeling, Da Wuhui's soul hurt again. When he held back again, he grabbed the arrow of death tightly and closed his eyes silently.
His body slowly stopped trembling, and his hands seemed to become more and more powerful, a kind of force that could be taken, a kind of force that was willing to bear.
When Da Wuhui's body stopped trembling completely, he slowly held the arrow of death and pulled it outward. The arrow of death was actually pulled out strangely at this moment.
The more he pulled it out, the more painful the soul of Da Wuhui, who seemed calm on the outside, was as if he had put his soul into a pan, fry, fry, cook, and burn, and use all the best.
But no matter how deep the soul stings, Da Wuhui's body did not tremble at all, his hands were stronger and he held them more firmly.
"Xingyun Bagua, this time's choice...even the underworld cannot be ignored from now on..." The black fog looked at Da Wuhui who closed his eyes and pulled out the arrow, and said quietly.
When Da Wuhui felt the sting of his soul reach the extreme, Da Wuhui's hand paused slightly, and the arrow of death exploded, turning into a dead air and swam in front of the black fog like a dragon.
Gradually blended into the black fog.
When the little girl's father was pulled out, the peaceful expression on his face immediately disappeared, and a confused look with a slight struggle gradually appeared.
Da Wuhui opened his eyes, he looked at the other hand of the little girl's father, walked slowly over, holding the arrow of death stuck in the hand with both hands...