God's Perspective

Chapter 455 Those who mourn Chutian
The Youhan Sword doesn't know where it came from or where it will go. There are rumors in the world that it was forged by Ou Yezi, a famous sword refining master in the Warring States Period. It is a pure murderous sword. Every owner who owns it will be killed by this sword in the end.

But it is obvious that ordinary people cannot create this kind of sword of ghosts and gods. There are also rumors that it is a magic sword that was accompanied by the Heavenly Sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect in ancient times, but it is obviously nonsense, because the Heavenly Sword has been shattered, and The legend of the Youhan Sword has existed since ancient times.

There are even rumors that this is a sword that was left in this world from the fairy world, but after looking all over the history, I have not found a magic sword similar to this sword.

Therefore, the origin of the Youhan Sword is still a mystery.

The only thing that is not a mystery is that every owner of the Youhan Sword will die, and he will be killed by this sword!
The only exception is... Shanmeng!
After the Sword Market Secret Realm 13 years ago, Xie Taiyi once invited the senior brothers of Zhuzong to go to a small world under the name of Tianmozong to practice, but he didn't want to happen to encounter the frenzy of monsters in that world. Although it is not as violent as this time, but It should not be underestimated, but Shanmeng was left in the middle of the monsters, and suffered bone erosion from thousands of monsters.

That time, the blood of the cold reappeared in the world, and the mountain killed the sky and the earth so fiercely that the whole world was silent. Afterwards, none of them came back to life, and so far there are only three or two monsters.

But just when everyone thought that Shan Meng was going to be backlashed by that sword, Shan Meng suddenly shouted loudly, and that kind of ferocious aura frightened Youhan Sword into a daze.

Then Shan Meng raised his sword and entered the group of monsters. He chased tens of thousands of monsters and fled alone. Chu Tian only chased hundreds of monsters in the land of the dragon's fall, which was enough to shock the world, but Shan Meng chased tens of thousands of monsters. Monster beast, how spectacular is that scene?
Finally, when Shan Meng walked out of that world, the cold blood had already passed away, and Shan Meng's eyes had returned to clarity.

But... not everyone is that wolf-like man. Shan Meng's ability to suppress the cold blood is closely related to his youthful experience and his determination.

It is undeniable that Chutian is indeed powerful, and it is also undeniable that Chutian's heart is also decisive, but Shanmeng is Shanmeng after all, Chutian is Chutian after all, and Chutian may not be able to do what Shanmeng can do.

Besides, even if Chutian did it, his opponents were... the Eight Great Demon Immortals!
So even if he could really suppress the cold blood against the sky, he would never be able to survive the siege of the eight monsters!
This is the third day since the explosion. During these three days, the monsters were very quiet, as if something important had happened, they just besieged and did not attack. Never die.

There are only 2000 people in the whole city, but they have to fight endlessly with hundreds of millions of monsters all over the world. Even if you look at the ancient times, it is a fantasy. If these 2000 people did not come to this city, they would not dare to imagine such it is true.

But at this moment, they really didn't care. Before, they felt their scalps tingle when they looked at the endless monster, but now they couldn't help laughing, that's all, it's not a big deal.

Mo Mo at the east gate is very cold, and her white clothes have turned into blood clothes. In the past three days, she has fought in and out for more than [-] rounds. Not to mention monsters that run away when they see her, even cultivators from other forces are a little bit hearty. Terrified, afraid to approach.

Sometimes this bloody beauty would look at the horizon far away, dazed in a daze, no one knew what she was thinking, and sometimes she would burst into tears inexplicably to wash away the blood stains on her face. The immortal face with countless layers of blood seemed to be scratched, and it was ugly.

On the other side, Tong Yan came to send a clear spring containing the vitality of heaven and earth. There is no shortage of meat on the battlefield, but only good wine and tea.

Tong Yan is very strong, dressed in a light blue dress, refreshing and refreshing. Although she has been on the battlefield for the past three days, she always tidies herself up every time she comes back. She doesn't understand what the brothers and sisters said She doesn't understand the power of Yaoxian, all she knows is that Chutian will not die.

How could that guy die?
Yes, he won't die, he won't die, he will definitely come back, I will dress myself up beautifully, so that his eyes will light up when he comes back, so that he will never forget me in his life.

Chutian, you will not die, I will not allow you to die!

Chutian, where are you, I... am waiting for you!

Kill the demon, rest, kill the demon again, rest again...the endless killing of the demon, the endless rest, the endless killing of the demon, the endless rest...

Jian Qi was very cold, even colder than Mo Mo. Mo Mo was at least strong enough to hear the explosion, but she was knocked out by Jian Yi before the explosion.

This made her intolerable. For the past three days, her heart was like stagnant water. She only knew how to kill monsters, and then saved her strength and true energy before killing monsters, because apart from these two things, she didn't know what else she could do.

Because of that man, dead?
Oh, why, why do you pretend to be so benevolent, why do you want to save us, why do you want to detonate the cold blood yourself, why do you want to die?
I... haven't told you the true meaning of Qiqi Sword Art yet!
At the west gate, Zhao Tianhe fell into guilt. He was a teacher for a day and a father for life. Chutian was younger than them, but Chutian did not live up to the name of a teacher. Master's duty is to protect them from wind and rain, and save them from life and death.

"Oh, how ridiculous, I would be bewitched by Xie Taiyi to kill a master who is like a master like a father with my own hands?" Zhao Tianhe looked at his hands and laughed at himself.

At the side Qian Wushuang was hideous, unwilling to admit that Chutian was good, let alone admitting that he had done wrong, he yelled at Zhao Tianhe: "Don't think of him so high, do you think he is trying to save us? He I just want to save those women... It's no big deal if he died, we almost died, and we even fought to the last moment, but he didn't complete his mission, and left before the space node was destroyed I am ashamed to be with such an ignorant, shameless, benevolent and righteous person like him!"

Snapped

A crisp slap sounded, Zhao Tianhe stood up, looked at him indifferently, and strode away without stopping.

Qian Wushuang was stunned, and suddenly fell to his knees and wept bitterly.

As soon as the sword of the North City Gate was wiped, his body was unyielding and proud, and he stood up straighter and straighter. But when he saw it from a distance, he felt desolate for some reason.

Jian Jiu walked over, looked at his sword, lowered his head and blamed himself: "Is it because I am too weak that Senior Brother Chu died? If I can be as strong as Jian Youdao, then I can fight side by side with Senior Brother Chu gone."

As soon as Jian was silent, the setting sun reflected on him. A generation of arrogance, his arrogance and his unyielding, is he about to succumb in the end?
Not long ago, Nancheng Gate was half-sitting on a mountain top, looking at the east, drinking alone, surrounded by tens of thousands of monsters, but he didn't dare to move an inch, because in the past three days, this human had shown them his strength.

Xu Beiqing came from a distance and sighed: "Don't think too much, what is gone will eventually pass away, and the sun will rise as usual tomorrow."

Huang soon shook his head, mocking himself: "But what if I just can't forget?"

Xu Beiqing was silent, and suddenly said: "Then why did you knock me out?"

Huang soon turned to look at her, and said speechlessly: "You made a mistake, you were all knocked out by that kid Chu Tian."

Xu Bei gave him a cold look. That night, in the conference room, Chu Tian did knock out most of the people, but...she knows who knocked her out!
"Since you can't forget it, let's be drunk and dream for the rest of your life." Xu Beiqing sneered, took out an invitation card from his bosom, turned and walked away and said, "After three months, I will get married with Wusha, come and have a drink when I have time .”

Huang soon brought the invitation to his nose, sniffed it lightly, and teased, "It smells so good."

Xu Beiqing's tender body shook, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and slashed at Huang Jiu with a sword, and shouted: "Huang Jiu, you are a bastard, you deserve to be hacked to pieces!"

With a clang sound, the sword slashed on the back of Huang Jiu's head, Huang Jiu seemed to be in pain, after Xu Beiqing went away, suddenly there were cold tears dripping down the invitation card.

"Yanhuang Dragon Soul, fight endlessly to the death, fight, fight!"

At the East City Gate, the three hundred dragon souls attacked again. If anyone was the craziest in the past three days, it was not Mo Mo or Jian Qi, but the three hundred dragon souls who served Chu Qingyun as the master and Chu Tian as the young master.

When Chu Qingyun died back then, they were discouraged and avoided the world. Now if Chu Tian died again, they really didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Chu Tian had promised Chu Nu before leaving four days ago that he would return within half a month at the most, so the three hundred dragon souls were just silent in the past three days, and did not show much strangeness, at most... just killed more than everyone else It's all worse!

Looking at Qiu Mingshan at the north city gate, he stepped out of the city gate, and a divine thought knife slashed the sky and the earth, not only cutting the body, but also cutting the gods.

This is his knife, this is his way, which is different from anyone's own way!
Chutian, have you seen it?
The sword of Bai Yutang at the south city gate was clanging, and he led the rogue Yexiu out of the city to fight with Tiger Batian, Ruhailong and others. They couldn't do anything for that man, all they could do was fight for him.

The Tsar of the West City Gate sighed softly: "The two fathers and sons of the Chu family are outstanding in one family."

In the city lord's mansion in the center of the city, Xie Taiyi was retreating. After hearing the roar of the dragon soul, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were cold and dull, and he murmured to himself: "Only the dead are the greatest, but also only the dead are the greatest." It's easy to forget."

"They will remember you after three days, and they will remember you after 30 days, but after three hundred and thirty thousand days, who will remember you?"

"Dead, after all, is dead..."

Not only people in this world mourned Chu Tian, ​​but when the explosion resounded through the world three days ago, some people in the world where Chu Tian and others lived seemed to feel it.

Shenlong Jiaqiu Tiange tilted his head, and a deep look flashed in his vicissitudes old eyes.

Fuxian Guild Zhongshan suddenly raised his head, and murmured softly: "You Han, I feel your awakening... Junior brother, can you bear it?"

The ancestor on the third floor backer walked to the window and looked at the sky, as if he had seen through the sky and the void and saw the world where Chu Tian was, he was slightly silent.

Also in Qingfeng, Lin Qingyan and his daughters, who were playing around in the apartment, were suddenly taken aback. They touched their tender faces, and for some reason, tears dripped down.

In the small world where Zhao's family lives in Kyoto, someone stroked his slightly protruding abdomen, his lips were tightly pressed on his pale face, and he tried his best not to let tears fall.

In the Wuduan Mountain Range, Zhong Qingjin raised his head, and the palm of his tightly clenched fist showed a bright red color.

On an island in the east of China, which is perennially covered with water mist, it is said that there are immortals. A beautiful woman climbed up and looked at her heart alone. She felt that there seemed to be something there. Is it empty?

A little girl carved in pink and jade came running anxiously from behind, crying loudly: "Mom, I dreamed, I dreamed... Uncle Chutian is dead!"

On the Heavenly Demon Sacred Mountain of the Heavenly Demon Sect, in a small, clean courtyard, someone lit a red candle, and the name of the candle doubled...

(End of this chapter)