The mortal world, the hinterland of the human race.
In the past, the majestic city was bustling with traffic and bustling with people, but now it was as silent as an eternal ghost.
There was no fighting, no shouting, not even a decent cry.
The strange black energy was like thick venom with life, rising from all directions of the city, covering the sky and dragging the entire city into a darkness that could not see the sky.
Wherever the black air passed, whether it was hawkers on the street, children playing at home, or soldiers on patrol, they were all like soft mud that had their bones removed, and they fell to the ground silently.
Their faces were still frozen in confusion and astonishment from the previous second, but their vitality was rapidly passing away like an ebbing tide.
What's even more tingling is that illusory figures that are almost invisible to the naked eye and have a little bit of spiritual light are being forcibly extracted from the bodies of those fallen mortals!
Those are living souls!
Thousands and hundreds of thousands of souls gathered into streams of despair, rising into the sky uncontrollably, and being pulled into a huge bloody vortex that was slowly rotating high in the sky by an invisible and overbearing force.
In the center of the whirlpool, blood and resentment intertwined, and vaguely, it seemed that the prototype of a peerless vicious sword was being nurtured in it, exuding a vicious aura that made the world tremble.
"Hahahaha! Wonderful! It's so wonderful!"
"This human soul is indeed the best sacrifice in the world! Such pure vitality and such majestic resentment are simply tailor-made for Lord Demon Master's 'Slaughterer Sword'!"
Above the clouds with the thickest black energy, several figures stood tall, with demonic energy rolling around them, almost corroding the space into distortion.
The leader was a demon king with the head of an eagle and the body of a hawk. He greedily sniffed the smell of death in the air, with an intoxicated expression of extreme enjoyment on his face.
"That's right! When this sword is perfected, we can use this sword to cut off the ridiculous Destiny Golden Dragon of the human race! At that time, this world will eventually return to the rule of our demon clan!" A wolf-headed demon king next to him let out a roaring laugh.
"It's a pity that Lord Demon Master has an order. In order to avoid alarming those old immortals Fire Cloud Cave, we can only use this method of boiling frogs in warm water to slowly extract the souls under the guise of 'plague'. Otherwise, wouldn't it be more efficient to massacre the city directly?" A snake-hearted Banshee King spat out the message, her tone full of regret.
"It doesn't matter, the most important thing for this human race is quantity. Once one city is drained, it's time to move on to the next one! The target of hundreds of millions of creatures will be completed in a short time!"
The eyes of the eagle-headed demon king flashed with cruel light, and he cast his gaze into the distance, as if he had already seen the scene of corpses littering the fields and the extinction of the human race.
They were chatting and laughing, extremely arrogant, and seemed not to take the former protagonist of this land seriously, let alone the superior Heavenly Court.
In their opinion, in this era, when the saints are not coming out, Wu Clan retreats, and Heavenly Court loses its majesty, it is the best time for them, the remnants of the ancient demon clan, to regain their former glory!
And all of this will start with the preparation of this vicious magic weapon that is specially designed to restrain the luck of the human race - Slaughterer Sword!
Goddess Palace, main hall.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his hands, his face gloomier than ever before, and the coldness in those deep eyes almost froze time and space.
In front of him, a water mirror condensed from Magic Power clearly showed everything that happened in the heroic human city in the mortal world.
The dead streets, the dead mortals, the souls that were forcibly extracted, the bloody whirlpool hanging high in the sky, constantly devouring lives and resentment...
The tragic scenes, like the sharpest knives, pierced the hearts of the four women Shi Ji, Chang'e, Yao Ji, and Long Ji!
"Beast!!!"
An angry rebuke containing boundless murderous intent suddenly burst out from Shi Ji's mouth!
This Immortal Interception Sect, who had a strong personality and was decisive in killing, was so angry that he was trembling all over. In his eyes, there was a fire that could burn the sky.
She simply couldn't stand such a scene!
In her opinion, even if it is a Orthodox Lineage dispute, a fight between immortals, it is an upright duel.
And these so-called demon kings in front of them actually committed such cruel and inhumane acts against a group of unarmed mortals! This has exceeded the bottom line of beings!
"Qiang!"
A sword cry resounded through the hall, and Shi Ji didn't even ask for instructions. The natal magic sword was already unsheathed, and the sword energy was flowing all over his body, as if he was ready to rush out of the hall at any time and cut those demons into pieces!
"Alliance Leader! Please let Shi Ji be the pioneer, I will crush these miscellaneous demon pills one by one!"
Her voice was trembling with extreme anger.
Different from Shi Ji's rage, the compassionate Chang'e's pretty face was pale at this moment, and her eyes were filled with tears.
She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.
Those faces that had lost their vitality and those pairs of despairing and empty eyes made her heart feel as if it had been soaked in ice water, feeling cold and painful.
"Can their souls... be saved?" Chang'e looked at Qin Feng with a hint of crying, his eyes full of pleading and intolerance.
What she thinks about is not killing, but redemption.
Yao Ji and Long Ji, two pampered princesses from Heavenly Court, were completely stunned by the hellish scene in front of them.
In their long lives, mortals were just a vague concept, all living beings who provided Heavenly Court with the incense of faith.
Have they ever seen such a tragic human catastrophe so intuitively?
Yao Ji's lips were trembling. As Haotian's sister, she knew better than anyone else that maintaining order in the three realms and protecting the weak was Heavenly Court's unshirkable responsibility.
But now?
What is Heavenly Court doing?
Could it be that her superior brother just watched all this happen?!
A huge sense of absurdity and shame surged into my heart.
Long Ji's delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty face was bloodless.
She was still feeling sweet and happy about her new life yesterday, but today, reality gave her the loudest slap in the face.
It turns out that while they were enjoying the peace and beauty of the Immortal Palace, the mortal world turned out to be such a hell on earth!
The four women had different reactions, but when their eyes finally focused on the man who had been silent from beginning to end, the anger, compassion, and shock all invariably turned into the strongest belief.
With him here, all this will definitely come to an end!
Qin Feng slowly raised his eyelids, and the picture in the water mirror disappeared instantly.
He did not answer Chang'e's question, nor did he pay attention to Shi Ji's request for a fight, but calmly uttered a few words.
"Demon Master...Kunpeng."
Just four words, but the temperature in the palace dropped sharply!
Shi Ji and Yao Ji's pupils shrank suddenly!
Ancient Demon Master, Kunpeng! That old monster who managed to survive the Lich War and had the most gloomy and vicious character!
No wonder! No wonder these demons act so cruelly. It turns out that it's that old guy who is behind it!
Qin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the four women in the palace.
"Shi Ji."
"Here!" Shi Ji straightened his back suddenly, like a soldier waiting for a review.
"You are the vanguard, and your killing spirit is just used to open the way." Qin Feng said in a tone without any emotion.
"Yes!" Shi Ji's eyes burst into ecstasy, and the sword in his hand buzzed with excitement.
Qin Feng's eyes fell on Chang'e again.
"Chang'e, you come with me. That black energy is designed to pollute the soul's vitality. Your Power of the Great Yin is so pure that it may be able to purify the plague and save mortals."
"I... I understand!" Chang'e nodded vigorously, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes became extremely firm.
Finally, Qin Feng looked at Yao Ji and Long Ji.
"You guys are here to stabilize Goddess Palace's luck. This time the demon clan is coming with a lot of force, and I'm afraid it's not a small plan. I'm worried that this is just the beginning."
"Don't worry!" Yao Ji nodded solemnly. She understood that guarding the base camp was also a crucial step.
After arranging everything, Qin Feng's body moved.
He did not set off immediately, but took steps forward and walked straight to Long Ji, who was still a little lost.
In the main hall, everyone's eyes were subconsciously focused.
Under Long Ji's somewhat confused and nervous gaze, Qin Feng raised his hand and gently tidied up her slightly messy clothes.
His movements were slow and focused, as if he were dealing with the most precious piece of porcelain in the world.
This sudden act of intimacy made Long Ji's head buzz, and it went blank for a moment. Even the tragedy of the mortal world was temporarily forgotten.
A stream of hot air rushed from her neck to Tian Ling Gai, making her whole face become hot.
"Anxin, wait for me at home," Qin Feng's voice was extremely low, with a hint of undoubted tenderness, which clearly reached Long Ji's ears, "I'll be back as soon as I go."
Boom!
Long Ji's heart was beating like crazy as if it had been hit hard by a deer.
Worry, sweetness, shyness, and an extremely cherished sense of happiness were like a flood that burst a dam, drowning her whole body in an instant.
She could only nod her head vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice, and uttered an inaudible syllable in her throat.
"Well..."
Qin Feng The corners of his mouth curved slightly, then he turned around without any nostalgia.
"Let's go!"
Give an order.
The figures of Qin Feng, Shi Ji, and Chang'e instantly turned into a stream of light that tore the sky and disappeared over Goddess Palace. At an unimaginable speed, they headed straight for the Human Ancestral Land that was shrouded in darkness and death!