The cold calamity cloud emerged from the void without any warning.
Bai Yi, immersed in his memory, seemed to still be able to feel the trembling brought by heaven's punishment.
Rumble Muffled thunder surged, lightning coiled, and the calamity clouds covering hundreds of miles brought an aura of destruction to the world.
The young man standing under the calamity thunder looked up at the sky, his eyes cold.
The calamity is coming, but there is no rain at all.
This kind of thunder punishment from heaven will only bring down the anger of heaven.
Thunder punishment is merciless, and anyone who slaughters millions of his own people will surely be annihilated.
A white thunder light as thick as an arm fell silently, exploding a circle of blooming thunder flowers on the ground.
In the center of the thunder light, an indifferent young man stood with a sword, barely blocking the first tribulation thunder.
Thousands of Thunder Kills After resisting the first tribulation thunder, the young man finally understood the truth of this disaster.
Only by resisting a thousand tribulation thunders can the disaster of thunder punishment truly dissipate.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, before the second thunderstorm came, the young man with cold eyes fled into the distance.
One calamity thunder can seriously injure him.
After a thousand calamity thunders, he may not even have a neat skeleton left.
With his cultivation in the later stage of Nascent Soul, he actually has no chance of survival in front of the calamity thunder.
Do you regret it?
The escaping young man only asked himself once, but the answer he got was a sneer.
Since the beginning of the troubled times, the three continents have been fighting fiercely for hundreds of years.
Monsters are rampant and monks are killing indiscriminately.
Countless creatures have lost their lives in this protracted war.
Countless monsters have died under the sword of young people.
Even cultivators have millions of them. huge.
However, who knew that in the past hundred years, the most serious casualties were not the Ningzhou demon clan, nor the Yuzhou cultivators.
Not even the princes of Qingzhou, but the ordinary people living in Qingzhou.
The Three Continent War, with Qingzhou as the battlefield, is destined to destroy countless mortals.
Although those mortals are not even qualified to participate in the war, they have been greatly affected, and battlefields are everywhere.
There are evil beasts and murderers everywhere.
In this terrifying war, cultivators and monsters are both terrifying murderers to mortals.
In the Three Continent War, tens of millions of monsters and cultivators may have been killed, but the number of innocent mortals killed in this war was more than tens of millions, sometimes in a town or a village.
It may become a battlefield for those strong people.
No one has laughed at the mortal people living in Qingzhou in a hundred years.
All they have with them is tears and fear.
No one knows when their house will be affected by terrifying Taoism, and no one knows when a terrifying monster will break into their courtyard.
During those dark years, almost all mortals in Qingzhou were To the brink of extinction.
The life span of adults is rapidly shortened to thirty years, and children dare not cry at night.
The family never leaves the house, and the family spends most of their time inside, feeling the family affection and life that will be taken away by war at some point.
Although the hundreds of years of war ended in a tragic victory for the Qingzhou vassal states, the devastated land of Qingzhou was already covered with the bones of countless mortals.
Ever since I saw a peaceful village with my own eyes.
From the moment he was destroyed by a Taoist attack in the melee and turned into a barren land, the indifferent young man no longer felt any regrets.
Even if he slaughtered an entire area of monks, he would not feel any regrets.
The cultivators who claim to be immortals are aloof in the eyes of mortals.
It seemed that he had become the master of all living things, but to whom could the countless bones buried in the earth tell their desolation.
A fierce war has begun.
If you want peace, you can only make peace with war.
In that village, after personally burying a young corpse with its head blown into pieces, the last trace of pity in the young man's eyes turned into ruthlessness.
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From then on, his cold sword became more and more entangled.
There were so many dead souls that in a hundred years, the cultivators he killed finally formed a real mountain of corpses in a sea of blood.
Those who massacre millions of their own kind will be punished by thunder from the sky.
Millions of souls will cry, and thousands of thunders will strike.
Facing the rules of heaven, the indifferent young man has no regrets.
If he does not kill the monsters and cultivators who invaded Qingzhou, I am afraid that there will be no mortals in the land of Qingzhou.
Heaven's way
The young man who was escaping sighed.
If God is right, why do those innocent mortals have to be buried in the sea of fire?
God should be ruthless.
The heart-stopping killing finally led to the terrifying thunder punishment.
Instead of showing any regrets, the young man under the clouds looked up to the sky and roared.
In the roar, the dead bones sleeping in the ground seemed to be full of life, and they were also screaming.
Singing along with him, because his killing is more like a kind of revenge, revenge for those innocent mortals.
Hundreds of miles of calamity clouds finally drifted to the sea.
No one knew whether the indifferent young man was alive or dead.
After the war, Qingzhou began to truly glow with vitality.
The number of mortals was slowly increasing, and among the princes, He also gave up the war and began to recuperate.
In the vast sea, hundreds of miles of dark clouds are too insignificant to be mentioned, but the young man in the dark clouds cannot truly escape.
He has resisted a hundred thunderstorms, and his life is about to come to an end.
Kill millions of damned people with no regrets This was his last thought.
The young man with no more luster in his eyes stood quietly on the sea.
The sword in his hand had long been destroyed by the thunder, and his thin but strong body was riddled with holes.
Finally, has it come to an end?
Raising his pretty face, the young man looked directly at the cloud of calamity that was approaching.
There was no sword in his hand, but he was still slowly lifting it up into the sky.
There was only a kind of unyielding and aloofness in his godless eyes, and he couldn't see it.
A little bit of fear or panic.
He was a proud man.
No matter he was facing monsters or monks, no matter he was in danger or quagmire, or even facing the power of heaven, his straight body never bent even half a point.
Wow The loud sound of waves crashing against the rocks came from behind.
In the deep sea where the wind was raging, a rock rising into the sky flickered.
If it weren't for the loud noise caused by the waves, the young man would not have noticed the strange distance between the rocks at all.
Being so close.
The young man who wanted to meet his demise here suddenly discovered that there was a bamboo pavilion on the rock.
There was an old man in green sitting in the bamboo pavilion.
The old man seemed not to have seen Jie Yun at all, holding a stick in his hand.
With a green bamboo pole, I am fishing like I am sleeping but not sleeping.
The old man on the reef had no cultivation at all, he was just an ordinary mortal old man.
The young man had no time to think about why mortals appeared in the deep sea.
He subconsciously ran away again, wanting to stay away from that strange reef.
Once the tribulation thunder falls, it will be affected by the tribulation thunder within several miles.
If such an old man is within the range of the thunder tribulation, he will definitely die.
The kind thoughts in his heart made the young man decide to stay away from the old man.
Since the target of the thunder tribulation was himself, there was no need to affect innocent mortals.
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The young man's figure had just swept away into the distance, but an old and loud sound came from the reef behind him.
An easygoing whisper.
"It's raining heavily, come and take shelter
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