Coming from the outside world, Da Wuhui held the arrow of death and fell freely from the air with the monster's head. [ ] During the process of landing, Da Wuhui's body kept shaking.
He swung his sword at Zangyue for his beloved! Was it just to save people?
Why did what happened today happen? Why should I be entangled by such an innocent spirit?
Why? Why? Why!!!
Da Wu regretted and felt guilty, but he asked unwillingly in his heart and kept asking.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression became extremely ferocious. At this time, his face was no longer human. It was like countless struggling souls lying on his face, making silent roaring movements.
It makes a sound, but it hurts people's hearts.
No matter why, there was one thing he had to do right now! Da Wuhui shouted in his heart.
His hands tightly grasped the death arrow in his hand. The harder he pressed, the more painful the pain in his soul became, which was worse than the bite of ten thousand ants.
This kind of pain made Dawu regretful that he could not help but stab his own spiritual platform with the Nine-Nine Sword, causing physical damage and death!
But there is a little girl in his sea of thoughts, and there is a father on the arrow of death he is holding! Da Wuhui roared, holding the arrow of death in both hands and yanking it suddenly!
With this tug, the arrow of death did not move, but Da Wuhui did not give up. His eyes showed a deep sorrow, and he kept roaring in a low voice, and pulled the arrow of death fiercely with both hands.
The arrow of death still didn't move. No matter how hard Da Wuhui tried, he just couldn't pull out this arrow of death, let alone the other arrows of death.
Da Wuhui's eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes. The bloodshot eyes became more and more numerous and thicker, and gradually it looked like blood was about to drip.
The arrow of death still didn't move, and Da Wuhui's low roar began to sound hoarse. The hoarse sound was no longer a human voice, but seemed to be the whimpering sound of a beast that was injured and on the verge of death.
"Tell me, why? Why can't I still pull out this arrow? Why? Why?" When Da Wuhui's spiritual power was exhausted, he collapsed next to the arrow of death. He looked up to the sky and asked feebly.
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"Why did you pull out this arrow?" The moment Da Wuhui collapsed, a faint voice suddenly sounded from nowhere.
Da Wuhui's body stiffened. From the battle till now, he didn't notice anyone here. Da Wuhui's eyes shrank and he slowly looked towards the little girl's father. Her father seemed to be the same as before.
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Da Wugui slowly turned his head towards the little girl's mother. Her mother didn't seem to have changed either.
However, Da Wuhui saw that the monster's huge body began to slowly change, and gradually became very illusory. When it became completely illusory, a black mist broke away from the monster's body. This mist was a ball of
The black unknown substance, Da Wuhui cannot tell what this substance is.
But Da Wuhui can feel a kind of underworld power. The unique power of the underworld is covered in it. This kind of power of life and death is very special, and it is so special that Da Wuhui will never forget it once he feels it once.
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This black mist floated in the air, and Da Wuhui looked at it, suddenly feeling that the whole world no longer existed, only this black mist existed.
When this mist appeared, the death arrows on the little girl's parents also began to tremble.
Da Wuhui smiled, and his smile was very sad. He said to the mist, "Don't you know why I pulled out these arrows?"
"To save others, you must save yourself. If you don't understand, you will never be able to pull out that arrow, let alone the remaining arrows." The faint voice sounded again in the black mist.
"Self-save..." Da Wuhui murmured to himself, "What should I save myself for? I can't save Le Yunyan, I destroyed the realm of monsters, and I caused countless deaths in the Spring and Autumn Continent... Self-save...
…Ha ha……"
Da Wuhui smiled even more sadly: "Can I still save myself?"
"Nebula Bagua...Xian Dao's Heart Technique...Yueyue Broken Sword...Emperor's Order Bahuang...Why do you exist?" The faint voice still seemed to come from the void, and the tone did not fluctuate at all, and was very calm.
"Xingyun Bagua...Xian Dao's Heart Technique...Yueyue Broken Sword...Emperor's Order Bahuang...Why do I exist..." Da Wuhui repeated, Dao Wuhui appeared in his mind, Qiqi appeared, and the Emperor of Heaven appeared in his mind
Old man...
There is also a young man singing a song with a big blue flaming bird on his feet!!
A light began to appear in Dawuhui's eyes. This light was a fire that would grow to the point of burning the sky and extinguishing 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, follow your own heart. Since you have picked it up, you should bear it..." The faint voice of black mist
When it rang again, Da Wuhui suddenly felt a strange feeling coming over him.
Shore made him understand a kind of power.
The evil body makes people understand a belief.
What do you want him to understand this time?
Da Wuhui felt that he seemed to have figured out something.
Da Wuhui stood up silently. There was not much spiritual energy left in his body, but he once again held his hands on the arrow of death. The moment he held it, the feeling of his soul being pulled and twisted enveloped him again.
, his body began to tremble.
Under this feeling, Da Wuhui's soul felt severe pain again. When he held back again, he firmly grasped the arrow of death and closed his eyes silently.
His body slowly stopped trembling, and his hands seemed to become more and more powerful, a strength that he could hold, a strength that he was willing to bear.
When Da Wuhui's body stopped trembling completely, he slowly held the arrow of death and pulled it out. The arrow of death was strangely pulled out at this moment.
The more he pulled it out, the more stinging pain appeared in Da Wuhui's seemingly calm soul, as if his soul had been put into a frying pan and fried, deep-fried, boiled, and burned in every possible way.
But no matter how deep the sting in his soul was, Da Wuhui's body did not tremble at all, his hands were even more powerful and his grip was firmer.
"Nebula Bagua, this choice...even the underworld cannot ignore it from now on..." The black mist said faintly as it looked at Da Wuhui who closed his eyes and drew the arrow.
When Da Wuhui felt the sting of his soul reach him, Da Wuhui's hand paused slightly, and the arrow of death exploded, turning into a stream of death energy and swimming towards the black mist like a dragon.
Gradually blending into the black mist.
When the little girl's father pulled out the arrow of death, the peaceful expression on his face immediately disappeared, and an expression of confusion and slight struggle gradually appeared.
Da Wuhui opened his eyes, took a deep look at the other hand of the little girl's father, slowly walked over, and held the arrow of death stapled in this hand with both hands...