City ​​Of One Leaf

The war between the human world and the divine world lasted for thirty-eight thousand years. In the Netherworld, hell is born. The King of Netherworld, who calls himself the ancient human god. And the world calls him Netherworld. The arrogant and unruly human king sat high in the dark palace, with a faint smile on his purple-black lips. He held a cup in his hand, which was filled with blood-red liquid. A slight smile flashed in his eyes, as if he was very satisfied with the sacrifice offered by the person prostrate at his feet. He used his other hand to lift the head of the person at his feet and said to himself, "I have one more believer." His hand gradually exerted force, and the blood of the sacrificer continued to flow out from between his fingers. Gradually, he stopped struggling and made no sound. With an expressionless face, he grabbed a bit of light green slowly rising from the deceased's chest with his hand, and said lightly, "Pull it down." Then someone took the corpse to a dark and putrid basement, hollowed out the human brain, and transformed it into a strange beast. He looked at the light green symbolizing life on his hands. The green gradually turned into emerald green, then turned into the shape of a leaf, then turned into dark green, and then turned into a lifeless yellow. Using his spiritual power with his hands, the leaves became as hard as sharp iron, and the edges were as sharp as hidden weapons. The King of Humans looked at this spiritual leaf carefully, thinking about which leaf should be placed on the fan in his hand. The Human King unfolded his fan, and each sharp leaf formed the sharp weapon in his hand. He looked at the hidden weapon in his hand that was feared by the world, and smiled foolishly. I don't know how many strange beasts I have cultivated, but now I should have the strength to compete with the Emperor of Heaven. He had been waiting for tens of thousands of years, and finally he had waited for this moment. He raised the weapon in his hand and suddenly saw Ye Cheng blocking the fierce fire for Dong. Ye Cheng looked at his face in the fire, the despair on his face clearly engraved in the firelight. At this moment, something broke in his heart. "Cheng'er!" His scarlet eyes couldn't squeeze out any more tears. He was so red that he had no heart for a long time. How could a person without a heart still shed tears? Ye Cheng looked at his stretched out hand and suddenly smiled, helpless and sad, then it turned into ashes. "Cheng'er!" He watched helplessly as she disappeared in his eyes. Blood dripped from his eyes. Ye Cheng is the tears at dawn, the last touch of tenderness at dawn. Intention: Darkness and light coexist