Zhiliu Su's Mu Xueqing

"Blood, blood, rivers of blood, seas of blood and mountains of corpses. What has solidified, what is slowly flowing, what is still warm, is the blood that fills the sky and the earth. Even the floating white clothes are soaked in the blood of gods and demons at this time. The mature demon crow came looking for blood all over the sky. Wherever it passed, there were only white bones left in an instant. Gods and demons could not be distinguished. A strong wind swept the blood and blew past, and in an instant countless ashes were left. Lord Musi looked around with his sword behind his back. His handsome and resolute face was covered with blood, mixed with a touch of unspeakable complexity. The ancient god-killing sword in his hand may have slain countless gods and demons, and it let out a clear groan of exhaustion. For a moment, it seemed that he was the only one left in the Nine Nether World and Nuo Da's Demon Realm. Only this famous god recalled the tragic war between gods and demons that had just ended! Loneliness and despair slowly spread between heaven and earth. Even the demon crows seemed to be frightened by the death energy here, and they flew away without a trace in just a moment. The setting sun is about to fall, the stars and the moon are no longer visible, and the earth is about to fall into endless darkness. Will the sun still rise tomorrow? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.