The white clothes are stained with blood, the tip of the sword is trembling, and corpses are scattered all over the field. The young man looks up to the sky and screams, "Heaven is ruthless, destroy me Yuhan, I will destroy you and bury you with all the people. Thousands of unjust souls will be unjust, and the three worlds will be uneasy." ' The young man in black clothes, holding a fan and a jade pendant, knelt down and prayed: "Ming Lingzi is willing to give up his practice for generations, and his soul will rely on this jade to purify this spirit. May God forgive the evil deeds of the sword and reincarnate in the world. If the sword does evil again, Ming Lingzi is willing to fly away." A golden light flashed, and the image suddenly changed. The same young man in white clothes holding a sword, with blood-red eyes, wanted to kill everyone, even his two twin children. The young man in red robes rushed over, and the sword was deeply embedded in his body. The young man in white clothes regained his clarity, and he held him in sorrow. "Ling, why, why are you like this?" "I said, after a thousand years, if you are still angry, I will wake you up with the soul of blood. Remember, God is unfair, and it is the way of heaven. Yuhan is not the only one who loves you." "Ling, tell me, how can I save you?" "It's useless. I exchanged my soul for the spiritual energy of the Lingyu Cold Sword. There is no way to reincarnation, only eternal farewell." At this time, there was a thunder in the sky, and the sky and the earth were dim and pitch black, making it impossible to see.