The Fall of Demonic Way

Traditional fantasy, national destiny and machinations, just because she is in my heart, I wield my sword for the sake of the people. His name was Nuoning. At that time, the world collapsed and the gods and Buddhas closed their eyes. As a member of the "sin-blood" lineage abandoned by heaven, he had been burdened with a blood feud that spanned the ages since his infancy. During the fighting, he stepped on the bones of his compatriots and the remains of his enemies, and grew up hard in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When he was young, Nuoning only had a longing for the beauty of the world. After experiencing all kinds of things, he realized that the sword in his hand must be stained with blood in order to survive in this cannibalistic world. In order to find a remnant soul that disappeared in the cycle of reincarnation, he did not hesitate to use his mortal body to defy the heavens and block millions of heavenly soldiers with his horizontal sword. However, when he finally broke through the sky, stained his red robe with blood, and stood at the pinnacle of the road, he discovered that the look back at him that made him sacrifice his life and become a demon was just a cruel scam set by those sanctimonious gentlemen. He won the world, but lost her... Nuoning slowly raised his head, and his once clear eyes were now like a thousand-year-old cold pool, without any ripples. He gently flicked away a drop of blood on the edge of the sword, and a very faint and cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His hoarse voice made the valley reverberate: "Cang Sheng? Ha..." "If there is no her in this world, what use do I have for this world? Today, I will kill anyone who dares to stop me from finding her. Even if it is the way of heaven, I will hand it to Qingcang with a sword, and I will be afraid of the way of heaven!"