Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The most brutal fighting and bloodshed, the divine blood splashed, the body was cut into pieces, the flesh and bones exploded, and the bright sword light struck the void soul, dimming it and making it disappear.

Even though he is in the divine realm, has mastered the law of chaos, and has extraordinary combat power, the enemies he faces are not only in the same realm as him, but also more desperate than him.

At this moment, the God of Sin was in a trance, as if he was dreaming back to the past.

He has been unparalleledly powerful since birth, and can be said to be one of the strongest beings in history. However, due to miscalculations in his past layout, he created an equally powerful enemy called Du Qianqiu.

Nothingness at that time didn't care, he knew that Du Qianqiu would be swallowed up by him in the future.

Whether it's the Galactic Prison or the Chaos Gate, it's bad luck.

For a long time, no matter what kind of enemies and difficulties he faced, Niangwu never doubted himself, nor was he confused or discouraged.

Until he faced Du Qianqiu again, after a fierce battle and a brutal killing, the vast universe fell silent, and soon, a roar echoed——

"Du Qianqiu!"

The energy, spirit, and heart, along with the overflowing dark energy, were all destroyed.

Declare the end of a grudge.

It was also the death of a powerful person in the divine realm.

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And when the God of Sin died, far away in the strange space of chaos, there was only a Chaos Law hidden in the depths, which was re-condensing the dark energy in the universe.

"My Chaos Law will never give up! It's just spending thousands of years to create another nothingness. I can afford it! I will come back!"

A huge gray book of unknown material floated. On the cover, the red four-letter word "Chaos Law" was flowing with light.

Suddenly.

"The accuracy of the law does have merit."

A cold and calm voice sounded, and a tall figure appeared in this unknown outer space.

"It's you!" Chaos Master was not expecting this and said in surprise: "There is no grudge between me and you!"

"Wrong, the grudge between you and me is so great that you can't even imagine it."

"you!"

Indescribable, unimaginable, the power that overcame everything swept across. It was the source of all ways and the end of the avenue. As the slender and powerful palm reached out and pressed down.

The power called Chaos creates everything and destroys everything.

The clear voice echoed, and the mysterious light wrapped around that palm turned into the most terrifying killing attack in the world——

"Tao arises, Tao dies."

The thought of thousands of ways is born, and the thought of falling is the destruction of thousands of ways. The light of chaos falls on the law of chaos, erasing his consciousness. The huge book is smelted and taken into Lin Chongyang's hands.

A gray book about the size of the palm of your hand. The overall feel is the same as that of the cosmic law, somewhat like an energy crystal.

The difference is that it's only half of it, but that doesn't matter.

Putting it away, Lin Chongyang's figure disappeared into this space.

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Although Xingwu was killed, Du Qianqiu's current condition was slightly better.

The god's body was like porcelain, covered with fine cracks, and the shirt on his body was soaked in dark red with blood. He did not try to use his body to repair the injury, and even divided his power and sent it to the sword world, making this belong to The further expansion of the swordsman's world is the "sword" part of his way.

The part belonging to the "knife" was drawn out by Du Qianqiu alone.

It is not legal, but a more mysterious existence.

"Cough cough cough-"

Red blood spilled into the void, a slender and powerful palm pressed on his shoulder, and the mellow innate wood energy poured into his body, repairing his dilapidated divine body inside.

"Friend, there is no need to waste your energy on me."

Du Qianqiu tried to use his strength to break free, but failed. Lin Chongyang did not withdraw his hand until he recovered 70% from his injuries. "I have sent the two of them to the Fiery Realm." The red-haired young man looked calm and asked: "Do you want me to send you to Yulong Residence to see Yue Yunshen for the last time?"

"I already told him when I sent him to this world."

"Then go directly to the old site of Neon Village?"

"Please help me send this thing to the world to seal the sword later. It should be helpful to the swordsmen in the predicament."

When Du Qianqiu handed the thing in his hand to Lin Chongyang, it was all his understanding of the way of the sword. In other words, it was the sublimation of the sword technique and the accuracy of the sword.

"Please help me apologize to Mr. Xuanlong again. He helped me rebuild the world and seek defeat, but after all, I could not persist until the end of this battle."

The space around them rippled, and when they came back to their senses, Du Qianqiu and Lin Chongyang were already standing on the land of misery.

"Okay." The red-haired young man put away the things in his hands.

The original site has disappeared over the years, and only a stone tablet stands, recording the long-ago past.

However, what I saw before me was not the monument that was erected back then.

Du Qianqiu, who had returned here with Ji Chenhuan, smashed the old stone tablet into pieces and carved a new one to record the grudges between the God of War and the God of Sin, as well as everything that happened here.

"I have killed the void, and my sins must be repaid. Their remains are buried in this land. Only my bones and blood can give the dead their final peace."

Du Qianqiu looked at his friend beside him and asked, "Friend, can you lend me your sword?"

"Do you need me to build a grave for you?"

The divine weapon of heaven appeared and was entrusted to his friends by Lin Chongyang.

Rumbling--

Dark clouds were gathering, the wind was howling, and lightning was intertwined and roaring in the sky along with the torrential rain, as if the sky was weeping to bid farewell to the God of War.

thump!

"There are no graves for the innocent dead here." Du Qianqiu, who was kneeling on the ground, shook his head. The rain on his body washed away the blood, adding a touch of blood to the surrounding earth.

Nirvana stood aside.

I kowtowed three times in front of the monument, letting the mud on the ground stain my body.

If anyone wants to ask is it worth it?

Du Qianqiu's answer must be: No one is qualified to forgive on behalf of the deceased.

"Innocent people died. Today, those who kill will pay with their lives."

As the words fell, the heavenly artifact standing aside rotated, and the clear sword body reflected the determination of the one who had committed the crime.

Zheng——

Cut off my head with an iron weapon and cut off the hatred in the world. Looking at the road to hell again, the deceased will finally be at peace.

Clap!

Inside the Jade Dragon's home, the tea cup slipped from his hand and broke to the ground.

Yue Yunshen felt a sense of loss in his heart, and silent tears fell from his eyes.

"Qianqiu, friend——"

"After my death, I will have no tomb or tomb, so I will ask my friends to take care of me in this world."

Du Qianqiu had arranged everything with Yue Yunshen as early as when he was sent back to Jichenhuan. Feeling heartbroken, he was about to get up and rush to the old site of Neon Village.

A bit of golden light floated into Jade Dragon Residence, causing Yue Yunshen to stand up directly with a sad expression.

"All my grudges have been repaid. I hope my friends will take care of me."

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At the end of his life, Wu Tao was alone for a long time, with only peace and calm in his heart. His blood watered the earth, his physical body was dissolved, his soul was dissolved, and his consciousness dispersed, turning into countless golden rays that spread to all directions in the world.

The thunder became louder, the rain became more intense, and green grass grew on the barren land, witnessing the end of a generation of martial gods.

From today onwards, I am saddened by the righteous path, and for whom are the miserable grass weeping?

Huiyang shines alone, and laughs at the demons alone for thousands of years. (End of chapter)