After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Shu Nong felt that if this illusion was a storybook she had read, she might be able to be the protagonist now.

The moment the door was broken open, sunlight poured into the room, Shu Yue's uncontained sword energy kicked up dust, and in the mist, Shu Nong heard several people's suppressed coughing.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looked around, and bumped into the terrified eyes of several people.

Alone, no one will look for them, most of them are just here to die.

"Little Lord!"

A few homeless men in Muyun City finally recognized her, and ran towards her on hands and feet, as if seeing a savior, weeping with joy, "Young master!"

One of them was crying and laughing, pointing at her and introducing excitedly to those who were shivering behind him: "I'm saved! This is the young master! We can go out now!"

"The young master is here! The thief will definitely be caught! We are saved!"

"..."

The faces of the other people who were always vigilant and fearful at the corner finally loosened, little by little, as if hope was finally ushered in, let go of their guard, and looked at them carefully with hope.

Shu Nong and Shu Yue turned sideways slightly: "No one outside the house can stop you."

There was a moment of silence in the room, until the first homeless man stepped out of the room, the room finally became noisy, with voices of crying and thanking, these people thanked her and Shu Yue cautiously, and walked out of the room one by one.

Shu Nong's eyes fell on the backs of them leaving, thoughtful.

"It doesn't look like it was only locked up for two or three days." Shu Yue said lightly.

Yes.

Shu Nong narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and glanced at the dusty house that had imprisoned the people for many days.

Lock people here, and if someone finds them, they will be released back. If no one finds them, they will lose the ability to resist in the waiting and suffering day after day, and just wait to accept their fate.

This is not a storybook.

If everything presented in this illusion is real, 600 years ago, the human race who entered the magic palace had no choice but to die.

Shu Nong's eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, letting out a sneer.

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The underground magic palace is experiencing a massacre.

The exit of the Demon Palace was tightly sealed, and the originally dark Demon Palace was lit with lights, illuminating every corner, so that the Demon Race had nowhere to hide and could only be exposed to the lights.

And the lights that hung almost throughout the entire Demon Palace were lit one by one by themselves - at the order of the Demon Lord Zeng Jing.

But now-

Some demons widened their eyes, backed away in panic, and fell down at Yan Chang'an's feet in panic, tears streaming down their cheeks, not daring to resist, so they could only say over and over again: "The devil, spare your life, the devil, spare your life!"

The blue light in Yan Changan's hand was stained with blood——

Not only Qingguang, but he has been wearing Cangyuan Jianzong's white uniform for so many years, even if he is away from home and it is not easy to wear the uniform anymore, he has not completely changed his habit of wearing white clothes for a while.

Now the white clothes were stained with blood, and his cheeks were also sprayed with blood, splashing wet and staining half of his face red.

The blue light exuded a terrifying evil spirit, it absorbed a little of the blood on the sword, and the rest dripped down the sword to the ground.

"Magic Monarch Rao—"

The demon clansman hadn't finished begging for mercy again, the silver light of the Qingguang sword flashed slightly, and cut him under the sword, absorbing his warm blood excitedly.

Yan Chang'an's gloomy brows flashed with evil spirit, his brain was a little chaotic, he was drowsy, and he only wanted to kill another one.

He couldn't quite remember which number it was, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't even remember the reason for swinging the first sword.

Qing Guangjian wanted to drink blood, bewitching him to raise the sword again.

Yan Chang'an could feel it, but he was powerless to stop it.

The blood of the demon race sprayed on his face and the back of his hands, still warm, and the power of the blue light poured into his body continuously, as if to reward him for drinking enough blood, or as if he wanted to let him drink enough blood. He also tasted the blood, trying to satisfy himself.

Shu Nong could feel the blue light showing signs of getting out of control. After all, she, the sword spirit, was the first beneficiary of the blood it absorbed and the power it finally transformed.

But while Qingguang is a murderous sword, it is also a fairy sword. It was created to kill demons, and it was born to stand on the side of the human race. The only ones it wants to kill according to its instinct are those demons that are naturally incompatible with it. Shu Nong is not worried.

She led Shu Yue down the magic palace through the tunnel in the courtyard next to the City Lord's Mansion.

Ignoring the demon corpses everywhere, she went all the way down, grabbed a fleeing demon, and went straight to the prison of the demon palace.

The prison was divided into two parts. On one side were the corpses of human races who had been tortured to death, and on the other side were human races who were imprisoned like livestock.

Shu Nong turned into a spirit after death, and Qing Guang was born to save the world. She was naturally close to the human race and hated the demon race.

She was born as a human race, and after death, she is also a fairy sword spirit. Even if Liu Xubai forced her to death for the common people in this world, she could not transfer or spread the hatred before her death to the entire human race.

Her blue light sword spirit, carved into the bones and blood by the way of heaven, also protects the common people.

There was a man squatting in the pile of bloody corpses.

The red dress on Song Lin's body had already merged with the blood in the prison. He raised his eyes to look at them, but nodded slightly, then lowered his head again, trying to pull back the dying survivors.

Shu Nong's brain was in pain like it was exploding, and there was no trace of blood on his originally pale face at this moment.

She stared at the flesh and blood belonging to the human race in the prison. Those who were still alive, with only numbness and despair in their eyes, felt dizzy and their minds were buzzing.

Shu Nong was almost unable to stand still, and staggered on his feet.

Fortunately, Shu Yue reached out to support him in time, and Shu Nong subconsciously held his hand tightly, causing his body to freeze instantly.

This was the first time he had such physical contact with Shu Nong after she came back.

What he felt with his fingertips was only an excessive coldness.

Shu Nong stabilized his body, tried his best to shake off the chaos in his mind, let go of Shu Yue's hand, and pointed to the demons who were leading the way for them.

"kill--"

Before she finished speaking, Shu Yue's sword had pierced through the heart of the demons.

Shu Nong leaned against the blood-stained wall, looking at the unresponsive civilians in the prison with complicated eyes.

The prison door that locked them was cut off by Song Lin's sword, and the prison door opened wide, but no one got up and stepped out of the prison.

Shu Nong woke up a little.

There is no art of bringing the dead back to life in the world, and death is death. From ancient times to the present, no one can be resurrected from the dead.

Shunon is one not-so-exceptional exception.

She reappeared in the world, although she was not considered a human being, she still survived in this world in another way.

But since ancient times, sword sacrifice by living people has been repeatedly prohibited in this world, and she is not the only one who is tortured before death and whose hatred cannot be dispelled.

There is no free lunch in the world, and she came back in another form through Qingguang, and the reward that Heaven needs is clear at this moment.

What He engraved in her bones and blood became restless at this moment.