laughing at the beauty back to the world

From the outside, Da Wuhui was free-falling from the air with the head of the monster while holding the arrow of death.During this landing process, Da Wuhui's body was trembling all the time.

Back then, he swung his sword at the dying moon for his love!Just to save lives?

Why do things happen today?Why do you have to be entangled by such wronged souls?

why?why?why! ! !

Da Wuhui feels guilty, but unwilling to ask in his heart, he keeps asking.

After some time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression became extremely ferocious. At this moment, he no longer looked like a human face, like countless struggling souls lying on his face, making silent roaring movements, It doesn't make 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 arrow of death in his hand, the harder he tried, the more painful the pain of the soul was than ten thousand ants devoured the body.

This kind of pain made Da Wu regret that he directly stabbed his spiritual altar with the Jiuyue sword, and died!

But there is still a little girl in his sea of ​​thoughts, and there is a father on the arrow of death he is holding!Da Wuhui let out a low growl, holding the arrow of death with both hands and yanking it suddenly!

With this pull, the arrow of death didn't move, but Da Wuhui didn't give up. There was a deep sorrow in his eyes, he kept roaring in a low voice, and yanked the arrow of death fiercely with both hands.

The arrow of death still didn't move, no matter how hard Da Wuhui tried, he couldn't pull out this arrow of death, let alone the other arrows of death.

Da Wuhui's eyes were already bloodshot, and the bloodshot became more and more thicker, and it gradually seemed like blood was about to drip down.

The arrow of death still didn't move, Da Wuhui's low growl had already started to hoarse, and the hoarse voice was no longer made by humans, it seemed to be the whimpering sound of an injured beast that was on the verge of death.

"Tell me, why? Why can't I pull out this arrow? Why? Why?" When Da Wuhui's spiritual power was exhausted, he collapsed next to the arrow of death, and asked powerlessly .

"Why did you pull out this arrow?" The moment Da Wuhui collapsed, a faint voice suddenly sounded from nowhere.

Da Wuhui's body froze. Since the battle until now, he hadn't noticed anyone here. Da Wuhui's eyes and pupils shrank, and he looked at the little girl's father slowly. Her father seemed to be an old man. look.

Da Wuhui turned his head slowly again, looking at the little girl's mother, her mother didn't seem to have changed.

However, Da Wuhui saw that the monster's huge body began to change slowly, gradually becoming very illusory.When it became completely illusory, a cloud of black mist escaped from the monster's body. This mist was a mass of black unknown substance, and Da Wuhui couldn't see what it was.

Da Da Wugui can feel a kind of dark power.The unique power of the underworld is hidden in it.This kind of power that is both life and death is very special. If Da Wuhui feels it once, he will never forget it.

This black mist floated in the air, Da Wuhui looked at it, and suddenly felt that the whole world no longer existed, only this black mist existed.

When the fog appeared, the arrows of death on the little girl's parents also began to tremble.

Da Wuhui smiled, his smile was very sad, he said to the cloud of mist: "Why did I pull out these arrows, don't you know?"

"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 of the black mist sounded again.

"Self-help..." Da Wuhui muttered to himself, "What do I want to save myself? I can't save Le Yunyan, I destroyed the realm of monsters and beasts, and I killed countless people in the Spring and Autumn Continent... Self-help... …Ha ha……"

Da Wuhui laughed even more sadly: "Can I still save myself?"

"Xingyun gossip... Xiandao mental method... Jiuyue Canjian... Emperor Ling Bahuang... Why do you exist?" The faint voice seemed to come from nothingness, the tone did not fluctuate at all, very is calm.

"Xingyun gossip... Xiandao mental method... Jiuyue Canjian... Emperor Ling Bahuang... Why do I exist..." Da Wuhui repeated, Dao Wuhui appeared in his mind, Qiqi appeared, The old man of the Heavenly Emperor appeared...

There is also a young man with a big blue flame bird on his feet—Shangge! !

A kind of light began to appear in Da Wuhui's eyes, this kind of light is a fire seed that will grow into a fire that will burn the sky and destroy the earth.

"The underworld is a place where you can come and go. Since you have come, be prepared not to go back. If you want to go back, look at your heart. Since you have picked it up, you should bear it..." The black mist said faintly. When the voice sounded again, Da Wuhui suddenly felt a strange feeling hit his heart.

Kishi made him understand a kind of power.

The evil body makes people understand a belief.

This time, what did he want to understand?

Da Wuhui felt that he seemed to have figured something out.

Da Wuhui stood up silently, the spiritual power in his whole body was running low, but he once again grasped the arrow of death with both hands, the moment he grasped 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 silently closed his eyes.

His body slowly stopped shaking, and his hands seemed to become more and more powerful, a kind of strength that he could afford, a kind of strength that he was willing to bear.

When Da Wuhui's body stopped shaking completely, he slowly pulled out the arrow of death, and the arrow of death was pulled out strangely at this moment.

The more he pulled it out, the more stabbing Da Wuhui's soul, which seemed calm on the outside, seemed to have put his soul into a frying pan, frying, frying, cooking, and burning.

But no matter how deep the pain in his soul was, Da Wuhui's body didn't tremble at all, and his hands were even stronger, and his grip was even more secure.

"Xingyun gossip, this time's choice... Even the underworld can't ignore it from now on..." The black mist looked at Da Wuhui who closed his eyes and pulled out the arrow, and said faintly.

The moment Da Wuhui felt the stinging pain of his soul reached the extreme, Da Wuhui's hand paused slightly, and the arrow of death exploded, turning into a dead breath like a dragon and swimming in front of the black mist, Gradually merged into the black mist.

When the little girl's father was pulled out of the arrow of death, the peaceful expression on his face disappeared immediately, and a confused and slightly struggling expression gradually appeared.

Da Wuhui opened his eyes, he took a deep look at the other hand of the little girl's father, walked over slowly, and held the arrow of death fixed on this hand with both hands...