Sword Sovereign Evil Emperor

Chapter 100 Closing
The lake was blood red, and thick blood flowed. There were densely packed corpses floating in it, and countless desperate faces floating on the lake with a dead air.

The picture here, no matter who it is, it will be unforgettable for a lifetime after seeing it, and it feels disgusting. This is not a scene that should exist in the world, even the burning purgatory should not have such a shocking picture.

There are countless dead bodies, and the resentment is overwhelming.

And in this lake of blood, a figure suddenly emerged from the water, and the blood was poured on him, the blood was dripping all over his body, his hair was soaked in blood, and his clothes were completely blood-red.

This man is Zhan Buge.

As soon as he stepped out of the lake, he saw millions of corpses and a lake of ten feet of blood filled his eyes, which made Zhan Buge's heart thump and tremble.

Immediately, he leaned over and retched endlessly, blood gushed out from the vomiting and spilled a piece.

"Brother..."

Disciple Thirty Thousand Guyue called out, seeing him vomiting blood at this moment, his heart was complicated.

Except for the people in Gu Yue, all the living beings in this place retreated and fled frantically. Even if they saw that Zhan Buge had changed back to his previous appearance, no one dared to hesitate a step, instead they ran even faster.

The sky is full of smoke and dust in the distance, but the blood lake is as quiet as winter.

Zhan Buge walked out of the blood lake step by step, his mind went blank, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind, he couldn't hear any sound, and he couldn't see anything.

Zhan Buge seems to have heard the call of the thirty thousand ancient moon disciples to him, but he seems to have not heard it, he just kept walking, step by step, looking lost.

All Gu Yue's disciples focused their eyes on him.

I saw that Zhan Buge's whole body was doused with blood, at this moment, his straight back also bowed down, his head was lowered, buried deep in Shan Xingmo's body in his arms, his eyes were loose, and his face was terribly pale.

Seeing him drenched all over, shivering and stepping out of the lake of blood, like a stranger who came from another world, everyone only felt that he was extremely lonely.

A sense of isolation and loneliness permeated Zhan Buge's whole body, as if he was the only one in this world, wandering alone in the world.

This kind of loneliness seems so helpless, and there is more of a kind of grievance.

It seems that the world has abandoned him, everyone has abandoned him, he seems to be standing on the opposite side of the whole world, and the world is incompatible, and it seems that the whole world is pressing on him, making him difficult, lonely and helpless, alone. With great pressure and grievance.

The wind blew past, unable to move his wet hair or the cold corpse he held tightly in his arms. He just walked out of the bloody lake step by step in silence, towards the half-collapsed Sujian Peak in the distance. go.

As he walked, he trembled from time to time, his figure gradually drifted away, and his shadow cast a long, long shadow under his feet.Everyone saw him, and felt that his feeling of loneliness and helplessness was getting stronger, like a lonely moon under the night, counting the desolation of thousands of years.

"Brother Zhan, why is he..."

"Xingmo, who was closest to him, died, and there are millions of lives on him. He has endless guilt, and even more grievances than this blood." Zhang Luyuan looked at the distance and trembled step by step, bleak Zhan Buge's back gradually moved away, a trace of unbearable and heavy sigh flashed across his old face.

"When he killed millions of people, it wasn't the real him. What's more, those people should die too. It's not my brother's fault!"

"That's right. At that time, senior brother was infected by the evil thoughts of the holy blood. It was not his original intention at all. The debt of millions of people is not the debt of senior brother."

"To kill is to kill. Now, there are millions of corpses up and down, and a lake of blood is rippling here. With his non-singing temperament, even if he is extremely wronged, he will not postpone this responsibility." Zhang Luyuan sighed dejectedly, looking up into the distance Disappearing from everyone's sight, Zhan Buge, who was left with only a shadow slowly disappearing, glanced at it.

Seeing the disappearing Zhan Buge, everyone felt that he was like a lone wolf covered in wounds, looking for a corner where no one was around, and then licking the wound alone.

It was obvious that he was persecuted by the ferocious hunter, so he fought back desperately, but in the end, all the faults belonged to him, even though he was already covered in bruises, but the world still did not forget to sprinkle a handful of salt.

Suddenly, there was a mournful sound in Gu Yue, and some female disciples cried out in a crying voice:

"This is so unfair, why should the senior brother bear all the consequences alone! If it weren't for those people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, if they hadn't targeted Gu Yue from the beginning to the end, how could the senior brother pull out that sword? It was all forced by them, the mistakes they made, why should they be pressured on the senior brother alone!"

"God, why do you keep bullying me, Gu Yue, why do you torture my senior brother? He is not wrong, he is not wrong! Those shameful people are the ones who are wrong, not to mention, my senior brother lost senior sister Xingmo. Heartbroken, why are you still doing this to him!"

The wind roared from the sky, whipping the ground like a whip, whipping Zhan Buge's body in the distance, making him tremble more violently, making his shoulders shrunk closer, almost curled up.

Nearby, the water in the blood lake was stirred up into waves, bursting with blood.

"If possible, I, Gu Yue, would be willing to bear the sin of millions of lives for senior brother! This crime should never have been caused by senior brother Buge. God, your heart is so cruel, how do you let him get through it? This despair, can you see his helplessness? You can see his loneliness and grievance!"

"Desperation and grievances are not what he deserves. He should have been worshiped by the endless human race. It was he who turned the tide and retreated from the demon race. It was he who killed the Huaxuan monster who would exterminate the human race. He alone saved billions of people. Ten thousand people, he is a hero of the human race, but in the end, why should he be so wronged and desperate!"

Cries of injustice came one after another from among Gu Yue's disciples. The [-] remaining Gu Yue's disciples felt more pain in their hearts when they saw the corpses of their fellow disciples scattered around them.

Thinking back to the past, one hundred thousand disciples of Gu Yue stood on the top of the mountain, danced their swords together in the morning glow, and scattered together in the setting sun. They practiced day and night, all for the human race behind them. When looting, he will not be insulted by the monster clan.

Who has contributed the most in this battle, disciple Gu Yue!Gu Yue does not sing!

Other than that damned person, who shed the most blood in this battle?Disciple of Gu Yue!

But after World War I, who suffered the most?It's still Gu Yue!
The gate of the mountain collapsed, and most of them slept forever.

That's enough, but what did the hero who retreated from the catastrophe of the human race get after paying a terrible price?It is despair, loneliness, regret, helplessness, and endless grievances!

But no matter what, the lives of millions of human races died in the exhibition, which is enough for the human race to cast aside, enough for the world to abandon him!
The fleeing human monks were fearful and resentful, and Zhan Buge became a taboo in their hearts, as well as a demon, massacring millions of people, and everyone was more resentful and spurned than fearful.

People don't think about it, if there is no Zhan Buge, the dead will not be just the millions of people, but hundreds of millions of souls will all die.

People don't think about how cost-effective it is to exchange millions of people for hundreds of millions of eternal health. People don't think about it. They just need to know that it is enough for Zhan Buge to kill millions of people alone.

Under the pressure like a mountain, with endless complexities in his arms, Zhan Buge walked forward step by step, with his back to the backs of the people, desolate, miserable, and with a kind of unspeakable grievance.

But Zhan Buge didn't feel wronged, all he felt was heaviness, as if the whole sky was on his back, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure, every breath was exhausted, every breath of air was tearing him apart like a knife heart.

He walked out of the blood lake, hugged Shan Xingmo's body, hugging him tightly, not knowing the direction, not knowing the step of time.

But there seems to be a force pulling him in the dark, through the collapsed mountains, through this bloody purgatory, back to Sujian Peak, and climbed to the peak.

When he walked into the five-times-gravity tunnel, he felt that the gravity was about to crush him, which was extraordinarily heavy, even heavier than when he stepped here for the first time.

At this time, he realized that the spiritual power in his body had disappeared, there was no spiritual power left, like a disabled person, it seemed that he couldn't even walk through the passage of five times the gravity.

In this five-fold gravity, he hugged Shan Xingmo, his bones creaked, and his internal organs ached as if they were being torn apart.

But he didn't seem to be able to feel the pain in his body. He was obviously spitting out blood from the mouth, but even if his nerves couldn't be touched, his expression remained pale and miserable.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, it was the bloodstains from the viscera being squeezed out by gravity. After losing all his spiritual power, even the five times the gravity field seemed to be oppressing him continuously, trying to block his way and not let him pass.

His footsteps were a bit staggering, the greater the pressure, the tighter he hugged Shan Xingmo, blood continued to flow from his mouth, and there were a few whimpers from his mouth, which made his figure shake more and more, as if at any time will all fall down.

But he still walked out of this gravity zone step by step, just like that, bleeding and staggering out.

Out of the gravity zone, he tightened Shan Xingmo in his arms, and walked with his mind still blank.

Soon at the foot of the half-cliff of Han Tan, a young man who was vomiting blood and his whole body was soaked in blood came tremblingly holding the corpse of a woman who seemed to have been dead for a long time.

With a bang, Zhan Buge fell to the edge of the cliff, his whole body was filled with a desolate and miserable atmosphere, his eyes were gloomy looking at Shan Xingmo's corpse in his arms.

Hands covered in blood stroked Shan Xingmo's pale face over and over again, and when they got here, there was no one other than his and Shan Xingmo's corpses, only the pool of water below him shining on the waning moon in the sky.

When he got here, his sense of loneliness became more and more intense. Looking around, the mountains and rocks stood still, and the cold forest did not move. Only the reflection of the waning moon swayed in the pool.

The mountain is silent, the water is silent, the dead Shan Xingmo can't open his mouth, he can't sing or sing, the world is terribly silent, and boundless loneliness surges in. This loneliness and helplessness seems to turn into a flood and swallow him up.

Zhan Buge groped Shan Xingmo's face over and over again. At this moment, his eyes became hot, his head lowered, and he was buried deep in Shan Xingmo's body, as if he had suffered thousands of grievances and felt the deep guilt of the ages. Suddenly lying on top of Shan Xingmo's corpse, he throbbed silently.

　I don’t know how everyone feels after reading this chapter, Xiao Qi felt uncomfortable when writing it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)