Doomsday Horror Storm

After Yang Xuan and the others left, the tens of thousands of people watching outside stopped for a while and then gradually dispersed.

In the sky, dark clouds were gloomy, and the cold wind brought a bit of desolation, whimpering and floating between the sky and the earth.

The Zhang family's manor became a mess, with corpses strewn everywhere, and the white jade square dyed red with blood, like a hell on earth. And the once majestic and glorious hall was reduced to a ruins of dead wood, burning with lonely flames.

Pattering!

I don't know when a light rain fell in the sky, like silk and hair, slowly moistening the ground, refreshing the hot air. Slowly, the rain gradually became heavier. From the initial drizzle,

In the end, it became a majestic heavy rain, making the world become hazy in the heavy rain, and the burning hall, under the heavy rain, quickly extinguished the flames, and smoke curled up.

In the base city, pedestrians on the street got into their houses to avoid this: heavy rain!

The square, where tens of thousands of people had gathered before, suddenly became empty, not a single person could be seen, and there was a sad atmosphere with many people leaving the buildings.

Wow!

In the hall that was burned into ruins, a stone was suddenly pushed away, and the gravel rolled down from the stone. After a moment, a scarred palm trembled from the stone.

Extend downward.

I saw a thin young man slowly crawling out from under the rocks. His silver clothes were damaged in many places, and his delicate face was covered with mud, making him look extremely embarrassed.

After the young man climbed out, he saw a dilapidated hall and corpses piled up on the square. His head went blank with a "bang", as if a million thunders were exploding in his ears.

All the blood in his body froze at this moment, and only his heart was beating wildly.

What happened?

His heart was empty, and he turned around blankly, searching among the piles of corpses for a while, and finally stopped at Zhang Beichen's corpse!

Grandpa...why did he die?

His chest twitched violently, and his face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood.

Dead, all dead!

The grandfather with a kind smile, the gentle father, and the mother who smiled affectionately... are all dead!

"ah--"

His spirit collapsed instantly, and he looked up to the sky and screamed madly.

The sound resounded throughout the fields, breaking through the clouds, full of sorrow, and making the world fall silent. The majestic heavy rain wet his body and enveloped him, as if softly comforting those who lost their loved ones at this moment.

A lonely boy.

For a long time, for a long time!

The young man's voice was hoarse, and his clear eyes were replaced by overwhelming hatred. At the same time, a milky white cloud mark quietly appeared between his eyebrows.

"Why, why did you kill grandpa!!" The young man grabbed his hair in pain, knelt on the ground, and buried his head deeply in the ground.

In the past, he had always believed what the book said and knew that killing was not good.

In the past, he always believed that everyone was kind.

before……

But!

The genocide was exterminated!

My parents, grandfather, relatives, all my friends, and my kind teachers are all dead!

He suddenly stood up from the ground, his head lowered, and no one could see his expression.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, you are right. Learning martial arts is to kill people! Yu'er used to be too stupid, and I wrongly blamed you." There was a hint of choking in the young man's hoarse voice. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said,

What appears before the eyes of the world is a pair of blood-red eyes, full of violence!

If Zhang Beichen were still here, he would definitely be surprised, because his grandson not only awakened the blood elixir, but also relied on a 400 times tyrannical system to restrain the surging evil spirit and directly reached the second level of the blood elixir.

layer!

"Wait, I will avenge you!" The young man's eyes became cold, no longer as bright and playful as before. From this moment on, there was only hatred in his heart, and he lived for revenge!

In the heavy rain, with a hint of loneliness in his thin body, the young man silently walked towards the piled corpses and buried these past relatives, friends, and acquaintances into the ground one by one with his own hands.

His face gradually became numb and expressionless, and the rain hitting his face made him feel a bit desolate.

After everything was done, the young man looked back one last time, as if to imprint this scene deeply in his heart. Then, his body turned into an afterimage and swept towards the distant mountains and forests.

"The enemy is too strong and I am too weak. I want to become stronger and keep getting stronger!!!"

The young man's eyes sparkled, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the abyss shrouded in black mist.

Under this abyss, there is ice everywhere, without a trace of warmth, only the piercing cold wind whining. And inside the ice, there is a majestic white crystal palace standing, full of oppressive and respectful aura.

This white crystal palace seems to have stood here for millions of years, but for some reason, no country discovered it before the end of the world!

The young man seemed to know this place well. After arriving at the abyss, he walked directly to the White Crystal Palace. Without looking, he knelt down in front of the White Crystal Palace and said coldly: "Please see the God!"

There was silence in the entire abyss, with only the cold voice of the young man echoing quietly around.

After a long time.

"What brings you here?" A voice that was so cold and emotionless came from the White Crystal Palace.

"God! Zhang Yu is willing to become your disciple!" The young man lowered his head and said.

The voice was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Okay! From today on, you are my personal disciple, Yao Han. From now on, your name will be Bing!"

"Yes!" The young man gritted his teeth and nodded.

…

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the vast sky, two figures passed quickly, one behind the other. The one in front was a young man in black, with a medium appearance, black hair shawl, and deep eyes, as if all the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.

In the middle, the young man in white clothes behind him has a handsome face and a face full of excitement, following closely behind the young man in black clothes.

Not long after, a mountain range that looked like a dragon came into Yang Xuan's eyes from the front. He slowly lowered his body and landed in front of the mountain range.

In front of this mountain range, there is a majestic peak. Under the peak is a majestic stone gate, guarded by more than a dozen elite members.

Yang Xuan came over with Li Junyu.

When the dozen or so guards saw Yang Xuan, they were all shocked, and immediately lowered their heads and said respectfully: "See Mr. Xuan!"

Yang Xuan nodded and walked in. Li Junyu puffed up his chest and followed Yang Xuan quite proudly.

After passing through the winding mountain road, Yang Xuan came to Zichen Peak. There was a small village here, in which men, women, and children lived, but without exception, they were all weak people with no ability to fight against monsters and no potential...

…

One of the rules of joining Yuxuan Pavilion is: as long as you contribute enough, even if you die in battle one day, Yuxuan Pavilion will support your relatives or those you entrust.

Living is not an easy thing!

I don’t know which philosopher said this sentence, and it is very popular among the masses. Indeed, is there anything more terrifying in this world than living?

For most survivors of the apocalypse, their purpose in living is either to be reluctant to leave their loved ones, or to pursue power and hope to conquer the world to fill their lonely hearts!

Among them, most people are able to survive so strongly because of their bonds!

As for the bond of their souls, Yuxuan Pavilion can protect them. Even if they die one day, they can still smile because their relatives, lovers, and friends... are all still alive!

Yang Xuan walked into the village, looking like a gentle scholar, without a trace of murderous intent in his body, no different from ordinary people. Those villagers had nothing to do with the world and could receive a certain amount of crystal cores from Yuxuan Pavilion every month.

, there is no need to worry about being infected by the virus, the only thing to worry about is whether the people who are fighting for them outside are still alive?

As Yang Xuan walked along, many people on the street saw his unfamiliar face. Not only did they not panic at all, but they took the initiative to greet him very kindly.

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded one by one. Li Junyu, who was following Yang Xuan, opened his mouth in astonishment, with some disbelief in his eyes. One moment, this man was still grinning ferociously and holding the bloody heart of the laughing devil. The next moment, he became so gentle.

It's hard to figure out.

How many people in this world really understand him?

Yang Xuan walked out of the village with a smile and walked towards Zichen Peak along the road. However, Li Junyu did not follow him at his instruction and returned to the Blood Dragon Hall.

Yang Xuan walked to Zichen Peak, came to Xiao Chen's secret room, and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Xiao Chen's indifferent voice came from inside.

Yang Xuan pushed open the stone door and walked in. Although the secret room was sealed everywhere, there were many lighting stones inside. The light was sufficient and it illuminated like daylight. In the secret room at this moment, Xiao Chen was dressed in blood clothes. He looked a little bloody, but

His expression was extremely calm, like a Buddha who had escaped from the mortal world...

"What are you doing?" Yang Xuan saw Xiao Chen drawing something on a piece of white paper and couldn't help but walked over and asked strangely.

Xiao Chen raised his head, glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said: "You came just in time. This is a strength comparison chart I just made. Take a look!"

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