Screaming and struggling, wails lingering, the whole space seemed to collapse.
The silver sickle also began to flicker in and out, and the vicious aura on it disappeared.
It pressed forward with a very domineering and domineering momentum, but it did not kill everyone.
The brand came closer and closer, and the chaotic consciousness began to be eroded bit by bit by the negative emotions here.
The anger and hatred that had not been suppressed were instantly amplified, but there was also a sadness that lingered in my heart.
Weapon I am a weapon Zhenlao gritted his teeth and moved little by little.
Thousands of years ago, I was just a weapon without emotion Blood dripped down bit by bit on the ground, slowly melting into the rain.
I no longer know when I gained spiritual consciousness The pain, sorrow, and inexplicable panic deepened again.
I am sealed The water splashed by the fall was ruthless.
Since I gained spiritual consciousness, I have killed countless people, many of whom were very innocent.
Staggering up, the mud all over my body was washed away by the crazy heavy rain.
I'm not bloodthirsty, but my life is still taken away from me bit by bit.
I'm just a weapon, a weapon.
The hoarse ringtone seems to have become smaller, but the atmosphere of melancholy, sadness and ignorance is still lingering.
I have a master, the master is very powerful, and my strength is gradually increasing little by little.
He raised his head and looked at them in the rain, looking at the unconscious man.
His vision was blurred by the rain, and he couldn't see clearly the puppet's face.
I am a weapon.
Why do I feel heartbroken?
Why do heartless weapons feel painful?
The scream once again pierced the weeping sky, and together with the thunder, it shook all directions The figure who fell to the ground touched his chest in pain again.
Why, why does his heart hurt so much?
Di Jueshang's face was very ugly and his strength was almost exhausted, but he still held on.
The woman obviously did not expect that it would be so difficult.
There was no smile on her face that was not very serious at first.
Murong Wu and The soul-catchers are also working very hard to save them.
Cold and painful.
At this moment, the sky is angry, the gods are weeping, and everyone is crying in all directions Xue Qiu'er and Ai Li were so frightened by this situation that they didn't know what to do.
They stayed beside Murong Wu and stared at the hanging bell, while some changes quietly happened to Xue Qiu'er.
Ahhhh destruction
The rain turned into a sharp sword, and with a completely distorted sound, it shot around ruthlessly and attacked its owner without any distinction.
The shield rose, and the sharp water arrows were blocked by the strong shield.
The clanging sound was drowned in the scream, and it fell powerlessly to the ground, shattered, and merged into the earth.
Is this place hell?
No one knows.
Blood spattered and was instantly wiped away by the heavy rain.
The cold and sharp sting scratched the nerves and consciousness.
Regarding the situation at this moment, Yan Luo showed a very paranoid madness.
Darkness and gloom kept attacking, as did resentment, grief and panic.
No one could tell him what happened, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Such a short journey turned out to be so long now.
A brief moment seemed like thousands of years had passed.
In this devouring, a very small bit of white light was gradually undergoing some changes, but no one noticed or cared about it.
Even the white light itself did not notice its changes.
Working hard, continuing, no one gave up, and no one spoke, everyone persisted and fought for their own goals, with perseverance in pain, and ruthlessness with retention, weaving together the most magnificent overture at this moment
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