Chapter 925 Nothing Exists
He tightly grasped the corner of Immortal Yan Qing's clothes.
The breath slowly dissipated, and the blood-stained hand slid down, leaving only a bloody fingerprint on the corner of Immortal Yan Qing's clothes.
While spitting out blood, he murmured: "What... did we do wrong?"
The breath dissipated, and a pair of gray eyes widened wide and bloodshot, with eyes open wide.
Immortal Master Yan Qing's throat was blocked, as if his breath was stuck in his throat and he could neither swallow it nor spit it out.
He tightly grasped the magic weapon; the hot blood and the desperate whisper seemed like a question.
Why?
Why! !
What did we do wrong? Why should we bear the consequences for the gods?
Immortal Master Yan Qing staggered, and it was impossible to tell where the blood was and where the scorched earth was on the ground. As far as the eye can see, it has already become a ruin.
He took a deep breath and dared not look at the countless corpses lying on the ground.
Corpses were everywhere and lives were lost.
His face was pale and he walked unsteadily. He calmed himself down before arriving at Beizhao territory.
The barrier of the mortal world could not withstand the violent Seven Deadly Three Palms.
He stood in the air, his eyes were lifeless, he had already lost his mind and was in a state of rage.
The Buddhist beads on the boy's wrist were stained with blood and were emitting a faint light. Waves of sharp pain rose from his wrist. But he didn't even frown, holding the sword in his right hand, and drops of blood fell mercilessly.
The Chaoyang Sect's disciples were lying on the ground helplessly, with blood all over the ground.
The Buddhist disciple sat cross-legged in the center, tapping the wooden fish in his hand gently and chanting Buddhist scriptures continuously.
The Buddhist scriptures transformed into golden swastikas that rotated in the sky and approached Shanshan little by little.
Xu Shiyun pushed away the branch that was blocking her way and stumbled forward.
Dengzhi hurriedly chased after her: "Madam, come back soon. The young master is no longer the young master." Dengzhi's tears fell like beads from a broken string. The Shanshan she knew was never like this.
Xu Shiyun shook her head and cried: "Dengzhi, Shanshan came because of me, how can I hide behind all the people?"
"I am the chief sinner."
"Shanshan, Shanshan, you promised me that you would come back to me soon, okay?"
"Shanshan, mother begs you. Shanshan..." Xu Shiyun cried bitterly, looking up at her son who was full of murderous aura, and she was overwhelmed by despair.
The swastika continued to press, and Shanshan heard her mother's shrill, pleading cries, and a hint of struggle flashed across her eyes.
The god on the cloud narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered something.
Soon, Shanshan's struggle disappeared into thin air.
The blood-stained sword was raised and pointed directly at Xu Shiyun.
Xu Shiyun opened her arms fearlessly and looked at him deeply with her tearful eyes: "Shanshan, mother has been waiting for you. Let's go home, okay?"
Shanshan's sword-holding hand paused slightly, but the red light in his eyes became more obvious.
In an instant, he raised his sword and swung it towards her.
Rong Che protected her like a madman: "Yunniang!" He hugged Yunniang tightly and closed his eyes. A tear fell from the corner of the eye.
There was a loud bang, Rong Che turned around and saw the Buddhist disciple standing in front of him.
"Shanshan, it's never too late to mend your ways."
"Have you forgotten your promise to Chao Chao?"
"Your sister, Lu Chaochao, is watching you in the sky." The Buddhist disciple asked in a serious voice, twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand rapidly, and rays of Buddha's light protected Xu Shiyun and his wife.
The Buddhist disciple's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all dripping with blood, but he dared not give in even a step.
When he heard Lu Chaochao's name, the hand that was raising the sword stopped for a moment.
There was even a moment of clarity in his eyes, but then he shouted, "Qi Jue! What are you waiting for!"
There was constant struggle in Shanshan's eyes, the Buddhist beads on his wrist were hot and tight, and his face was grim with pain.
Cancan stood helplessly in the yard, looking up, he saw countless heavenly soldiers and generals, as if the sky was about to fall.
The mortal world had already gone out of control. The maidservants ran away or scattered, and the wet nurse and guards who protected her were also killed by Shanshan's sword.
There was blood all over the ground.
She was wearing a light green dress and her fair cheeks were stained with blood.
There was helplessness and numbness on the little face due to excessive fear.
"Sister A'man, why are you back?" She looked at A'man who appeared out of nowhere, only to find that A'man's face was frighteningly pale and her body was shaking constantly.
The little girl stepped forward to support Ah Man, and Ah Man was able to stand firmly.
There was not a trace of blood on Ah Man's body. When Cancan touched Ah Man, he let out a cry.
"Sister Ah Man, your body is so hot, like...it's about to catch fire."
"Sister Aman, are you sick? Wuuuuuu..." Cancan burst into tears when she saw someone familiar.
Ah Man was extremely weak, but she tried her best to wipe Can Can's tears.
"Don't cry... Don't cry. Don't cry..." She looked up at the sky, she could feel her voice was filled with heat.
Along the way, the tears in the corners of my eyes have been burned away.
Only endless bitterness remains.
"Sister, didn't you follow Immortal Master Yan Qing to enjoy the good life? How did you get hurt? Where is your immortal father?"
"Didn't he protect his sister?"
“Sister, where should I go to find a doctor, wuwuwu… Everyone is dead. My uncle has gone crazy, I hate my uncle. I don’t want to like my uncle anymore…” Cancan used to like Shanshan the most, but now, she is afraid of that face.
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