Extreme Eternal Demon

The Huajian faction suffered heavy losses.

Overnight.

Almost all the disciples have been told everything.

Even several elders were dying and injured.

This once glorious sect, which was called the future and hope of Jiangnan Jianghu, fell apart in an instant.

Completely turned into ruins.

There are corpses everywhere.

The early morning light was blocked by thick clouds and did not show any light.

The entire Huayun Mountain was still shrouded in darkness.

Black clouds rolled in the sky.

The thunder rolls faintly again.

Look around.

The entire Huayun Mountain was bloody.

Huayun Palace was smashed to pieces by Zhong Zhong.

Half face collapsed.

The statue of the Patriarch has also been completely shattered.

The sword mark of Shen Lianxing's sword remained on the martial arts training ground. On both sides of the sword mark were the corpses of more than a dozen Huajian Sect disciples.

They were cut crosswise into two pieces.

The blood has turned black.

A pair of eyes stared at the sky, full of helplessness and desolation.

They are still very young.

He didn't even know what happened, so he died directly.

Not even a whole body was left behind.

Looking towards the distance, it is an even more desolate and dilapidated situation.

From the martial arts training ground to the stone steps going down the mountain, there was nothing but corpses and blood on a continent.

A corpse cut with a sword.

The corpse was smashed by Zhong Zhong's punch.

Bloody and bloody.

"Why……"

In the midst of this desolation, kneeling was an old man in ragged clothes, with gray hair, and his face stained with countless blood.

He is the second elder of the Huajian Sect.

Song Chen.

During the massacre last night, he was deliberately left behind by Shen Lianxing and Zhong Zhong.

Therefore, he was able to see this miserable scene.

The entire Huajian Sect completely collapsed overnight.

It turned into ruins.

He remembered what Shen Lianxing and Zhong Chonglin said before leaving.

"Find the devil."

"tell him."

"I, the Pavilion of All Things in the East China Sea, the Land of Endless Suffering, are incompatible with him!"

"He will be killed if he goes to heaven or to earth!"

"Why……"

Song Chen knelt on the ground with a sad expression on his face.

His eyes were dull.

He seemed to have lost focus.

I also lost my spirit.

He just kept repeating it.

"Why……"

"Why……"

He didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly, everything is ruined!

what is this?

"ah……"

In this desolation and grief, Song Chen was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his head, and then, facing the sky, he let out a hoarse roar.

"Why!"

"Why do you want to ruin everything..."

Boom!

Song Chen's roar fell, and there seemed to be an echo from the sky in the endless clouds of the sky.

Thunder filled the sky.

Thunder and lightning.

Wow!

Wow!

The endless rain poured down like this.

The blood on Huayun Mountain flows down the mountain along with the rain...

scarlet!

Tragic!

…

All this happened in Huajian Faction.

Li Wuyou didn't know.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care at all.

The life and death of others, to him, are just two words.

There is no other meaning.

At this moment.

He has arrived at Beihai, the legendary place of grudges.

The sky is blue.

A slight sea breeze blew between heaven and earth.

There are seabirds passing by in the distance.

A few fishing boats can be vaguely seen on the endless ocean.

However, they did not get close to the place where they had grudges.

Instead, he looked at this place from a distance and drove away quickly.

According to legend, this is a restricted area in life.

call!

Li Wuyou was still wearing the same white shirt, flying down from the sky.

He flew across the sea.

The sea water was shaken and created a huge ripple.

soon.

He saw the legendary place of grudges.

Island of the Dead.

Looking from a distance, there is a thick white fog here.

The entire white fog area is not very large.

It's only a few hundred feet.

Outside the white mist, there is a huge whirlpool.

The water flow continued to roll and rotate, roaring like a beast.

The white mist in the middle was motionless.

It seems to be still.

Even if the wind blows, it will not cause any waves.

"A place of grudges."

"The fog of resentment."

With a smile on his face, Li Wuyou sped up.

In the blink of an eye.

He came to the top of this white mist.

This white mist.

It's not ordinary mist formed by condensed water vapor.

It is said that the resentment emanating from all the corpses is gathered together.

It is the so-called fog of resentment.

Below the mist of resentment is the island of death formed by the accumulation of countless bones.

"call!"

Although Li Wuyou's soul was powerful and his body was fierce, he still felt a little solemn when he actually went to the Island of Death and came into contact with the fog of resentment.

He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his emotions.

The fog of resentment contains extremely strong negative energy.

It can make a person's inner demons completely explode.

Li Wuyou himself has inner demons.

It is the persistence of immortality.

Perseverance in life.

That is, fear of death.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if his inner demons were activated.

So he has to be careful.

He didn't want to become a real lunatic who had lost his mind.

boom!

After adjusting his mood, Li Wuyou activated his energy again.

Strong energy rolled around him.

It was like fireworks going off.

On the periphery of the energy, where it comes into contact with the air, there are still wisps of breaking wind sounds coming out.

That's a sign of great strength.

Buzz!

With everything ready, Li Wuyou's figure floated into the mist of resentment.

Wow!

Countless white mist, like viscous liquid, whizzed towards Li Wuyou crazily.

For a moment.

This mist was contaminated by Li Wuyou's energy.

Then, as if there was some kind of magic power, it began to corrode the energy quickly, and quickly moved towards Li Wuyou's body.

Faintly, Li Wuyou heard some laughter.

"Ha ha……"

"Jiejie..."

"Giggle..."

"hey-hey……"

This laughter may be exciting, sharp, sinister, or crazy.

Listening to it gives people a tingling feeling on the scalp.

Even the soul is throbbing.

Li Wuyou suddenly felt like he was losing his energy.

"The fog of resentment is indeed unusual."

He frowned slightly, and a more serious look flashed across his face.

"Since you can't resist it with strength, you can only use your soul to resist it."

"Although I have inner demons."

"But not everything can trigger it."

Li Wuyou muttered to himself, his brows tightened, showing a strong coldness.

boom!

The next moment.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the violent energy spread directly to the surroundings, sweeping across.

Those crazy fogs of resentment are like substance.

It was shocked and spread in all directions.

There were also some gaps around Li Wuyou.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, Li Wuyou's eyes were sharp, and a powerful spiritual power penetrated from the center of his eyebrows.

Wow!

Wow!

The power of this soul was like a violent wind and rain, or a nightmare of beasts. The moment it appeared, a strange violent wind blew between the heaven and the earth.

Then, the earth shook.

Roar!

The next moment, his soul collided with the mist of resentment that roared over again.