Exorcism

Thousands of years ago, the immortals and demons perished, and disputes between all walks of life continued. The bloody storm turned into red rain and poured down. The inheritance is broken, the skills are lacking, the spirit and earth are destroyed, and the spiritual energy is scattered! The peak era ends here, bringing an end to the era. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down. Ling Tian stood on the top of the mountain, the rain stained his body, making him wet. He remained motionless, just kneeling like this, his tears turned into rain, flowing down his cheeks and disappearing. There was a newly built tomb in front of him. The yellow soil of the tomb was buried by the rain. The tombstone was engraved with "The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Zixue." He stroked the tombstone, and his face suddenly changed, sad, sad, and indifferent: "Xue'er, wait for me, I will follow you!" "Hiss" The long sword inserted next to the grave was pulled out, and the soul-stirring light of the blade made it impossible to look directly at it. Ling Tian looked at the sky. It was no longer a blue sky, with no white clouds or sunshine, only endless silhouettes of people: "Kill...!!"