Chapter 2111: Night of killing

In Zhongzhou, the city walls of the city of God no longer have its former glory. The city wall of tens of meters has now been blasted into ruined walls. On the city wall, there are many warriors everywhere. They are lying on the wall like corpses, Song Xian walked on the wall and looked at the body of the Qingyunmen disciple on the wall. Even though he was as strong as him, tears appeared in his eyes at this moment.

Yin Yueming suddenly rebelled, and Yichenyan poisoned almost all the strong men of the entire Apocalypse Dynasty!

Song Xian will never forget the laughter and words when Yin Yueming left the capital!

"All the pain I have experienced back then will be shown to you thousands of times!" These are words that a madman can shout.

He forgot the grace of Emperor Tianqi for his nurturing, he forgot that he had lived in this country since he was a child, and only hatred was left in his heart!

This kind of hatred has been buried in his heart for too many years, and now all the hatred has exploded, Yin Yueming has been enchanted, only destruction; destruction can make Yin Yueming free.

The roars of wild alien races are constantly floating outside the city. The war has been going on almost endlessly since half a month ago. Almost all the forces that can fight in the entire Apocalypse dynasty are now gathered in the gods. Only in this way can the dynasty's final dignity Do not lose.

But Song Xian knew very well that this was almost an extravagant hope. In order to defend the God Capital, I don't know how many strong men have fallen in the battles of the past few days, and this is because neither Yin Yueming nor Yi Lingyun took action.

No one understands why he slaughtered everything so crazy. He clearly belonged to the Wutian dynasty. Originally, the two dynasties did not overlap at all, but why did Yi Lingyun do all this?

No one knew, and no one could ask, because everyone who wanted to ask this question had their heads beheaded by Yi Lingyun.

Now the gods have not been breached, not because Yi Lingyun's strength is not enough, but because Yi Lingyun is enjoying all this and the fear from the Apocalypse Dynasty!

He wanted to make the entire **** fall into fear, and then let everyone die in fear and despair. How much hatred would he use this method?

Song Xian knew that unless a miracle was born, the Apocalypse Dynasty was over {everyone would eventually die here!

But a miracle? Is there a strange thing in this world? I don’t know why, Song Xian suddenly thought of Bai Li, but to be honest, Song Xian didn’t think Bai Li could perform miracles this time, because Yi Lingyun’s power was almost infinitely close to the limit of this world, and Bai Li still There is no such power.

Now Song Xian only hopes that Baili can find a place to hide and live well. Maybe he will become the last fire of hope at Qingyunmen.

The call to kill was getting closer. Song Xian saw the sword saint Yukong and Yin Yueming coming from the sky. When he saw them, Song Xian knew that the battle here was about to end, because the two of them If Yi Lingyun makes a move, then Yi Lingyun's move will not be far away; once Yi Lingyun makes a move, all the gods will be slaughtered to death. All the way from Shizhou to here, where Yi Lingyun's army has passed, all the cities are all All are the end of being slaughtered.

From a hundred-year-old man to a baby waiting to be fed, Yi Lingyun never let go of any of them. What kind of hatred is necessary for such a viciousness?

"War!" In the gods, all the warriors who fell to the ground a moment ago all got up from the ground at this moment, and those who were not able to get up had left everyone forever!

But these warriors who got up still did not give up their beliefs, until this moment they were still fighting!

"War!" Yin Lingyu held high the divine sword left by his father. At this moment, he was the highest commander of the entire God Capital and the unyielding soul of the Apocalypse Dynasty. He would not retreat, even if he died in battle!

Countless savage troops rushed under the walls of the **** city, and the battle finally broke out under the horrible force of the city. The walls fell in pieces. Although these black stones are hard enough, they are still like tofu under the power of terror. The fragility was instantly blasted to pieces!

The wild army rushed into the **** city like a tide, and the power in the **** city was no longer enough to stop them!

The wild army that smashed into the capital is like a mad dog, they will tear up all the living creatures they see!

The whole **** instantly became the Shura slaughterhouse, crying, begging for mercy, verbal abuse, death became the main theme here, this battle will continue until the whole **** is killed into an empty city.

Someone tried to take out the gods, but as long as they left the city, they would be instantly smashed into pieces by the surrounding formations. The entire gods had been completely sealed up. Here, only the dead souls can leave!

Yi Lingyun stood on top of the clouds, behind him was a bright moonlight, standing on the moonlight, there was no pleasure on his face but with endless pain, a drop Tears slid down Yi Lingyun's eyes!

Yi Lingyun stretched out his thumb and gently touched the tears that fell from her, her eyes still looking ruthlessly at the killing at her feet.

It seemed that only such a killing could calm him down.

This killing lasted all night. When the first ray of morning light in the sky shone, Yi Lingyun retreated his soldiers. He knew that his power was enough to destroy this **** city in an instant, but he didn't do it because he wanted all gods to be destroyed. The human body who is still alive in it will be afraid, only in this way can his soul get such a trace of satisfaction, he wants every person in the Apocalypse Dynasty to die in endless fear!

"Are you really going to destroy everything? What kind of hatred can make you so crazy?" After the war, the sword saint Yukong also briefly recovered his sanity. Looking at the gods at his feet, the sword saint Yukong didn't understand. !

"This is just the beginning. My anger will ignite the entire Apocalypse dynasty until all the creatures here die!" Yi Lingyun glanced at the Yukong Sword Saint beside him with determination.

"Why on earth?"

"There is no why!" Yi Lingyun didn't give Yukong Sword Saint more opportunities to ask questions, the soul was all activated, and Yukong Sword Saint became a puppet again.

Seeing the Yukong Swordmaster who had become a puppet again, Yi Lingyun could not see sorrow and joy in his eyes. There was only hatred in his eyes, that kind of hatred from his bones. For this killing, he did not hesitate to betray and get tired of it. Pushing himself onto the road of immortality, Yi Lingyun knew that he had no way of retreating, and all that was left was killing. Perhaps he had already been enchanted, as Yajiu Jianxian said.

But Yi Lingyun doesn’t regret it. He has never regretted taking this path from that moment many years ago.

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