Heavenly Emperor

How vicious can a person's heart be?

The blood emperor is now reluctant to understand, this man is simply that demon, a terrifying demon, he is not only killing the enemy, he is defeating everything in the enemy's soul will.

The blood emperor could obviously feel his heart screaming, his soul trembling, and his sanity was swaying from side to side. He was about to collapse. He knew that he had saved the Qing emperor. It was nothing more than to let him die one more time. But how can he not save him? ?

He is even praying now, praying that Xia Qi will stop him and take action against him so that he can't be cured, so that he has a person who hates him. He only needs to hate Xia Qi, so that the soul may be relaxed.

However, Xia Qi didn't, just let him hold a glimmer of hope and don't stop you from saving, then the blood emperor will always be in this state, until his power is exhausted, and his conscience is uneasy if he doesn't save him.

To humans, they do not have the slightest compassion, because the species are different, but it is difficult for him to stand idly by for a companion like Qingdi, how can he not save it?

But what about it? This is simply the choice that makes the blood emperor hate himself.

There was another silent meditation in my heart, and then he acted without hesitation again, and without exception, the long weapon slid across again, the watermelon burst again, blood red and white turbid mixed spattered, and then the coldly words: "Continue."

"It can't be saved, it can't be saved, this is not saving people, this is harming people." The blood emperor said these words silently over and over again in his heart, but his hand couldn't control it anyway, that was his companion. ! How could he not be saved?

For the third time, he stretched out his hand without hesitation, his soul was trembling and screaming, but he had no choice, his sanity gradually collapsed, the light in his eyes dimmed more and more, and a desperate hopelessness was slowing down. Slowly rise.

In ten seconds, he only has ten seconds to choose whether to save or not. He thought about whether to fight to the death, but he couldn't win at all in ten seconds, and even he didn't dare to think about the possibility of winning, he couldn't. To avenge the Qingdi, so how dare to let the Qingdi die, his conscience is uneasy.

"Slap"

This time, before even waiting for the human head to be completely woven into shape, Xia Qi's long weapon had already passed, and Xia Qi said indifferently: "Sorry, I didn't grasp the rhythm for a while!"

However, the blood emperor didn't even look at him, his arm was raised stubbornly, bloodshot, weaving the skull that had been shattered again and again, his facial features had been deeply sunken in, just like a sickly old man.

His body was like a tree that had lost water, withered to an unbelievable level. In an instant, he had changed from a strong physique to a thin monkey, just like Xia Qi had when he first saw him.

He has almost reached the limit. If it weren't for Xia Qi to kill more than 100,000 creatures, blood swelling, and Blood Qi everywhere, he would never be able to survive this time, it would be a rescue!

Usually two times is his limit, but now, he feels that he should be able to save five times, but, at the same time, there is a voice in his mind: even if you save a hundred times, how about? It was nothing more than to make Qingdi die a hundred more times.

He understands that he understands this truth, but he can't save him, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he wants to save him.

Seeing this scene, Xia Qi was a little surprised. Even if he was a little clear, perhaps for humans, these people are all demons, but for them, perhaps they are heroes, and their own companions are also heroes.

The position is different, so naturally.

Therefore, even though Xia Qi sighed, he did not have the slightest heart of compassion. He was not the noble and understanding Sage, a good man, he was a selfish emperor, neither good nor bad.

Therefore, Xia Qi once again smashed the Azure Emperor's head that was almost about to take shape, and looked at the Blood Emperor coldly and said, "Come on! Go on!"

Cruel, this may be the most suitable word for Xia Qi now. Of course, from the perspective of the enemy, Xia Qi is definitely not a good person, or even the most vicious and vicious demon.

The tired eyelids slowly lifted, and the blood emperor even looked at Xia Qi with a little fear, his eyes seemed to be shining with a light of prayer, don't do that.

However, the expression on Xia Qi's face did not loosen the slightest, like a piece of profound ice for thousands of years, coldly said, "Sorry, but I didn't grasp the rhythm. Out of compensation, I will retire 100 meters this time."

When the voice fell to the ground, Xia Qi did not hesitate to retreat 100 meters, but for someone like him, 100 meters is simply a negligible distance.

However, it was this one hundred meters, but he once again lived in the blood emperor, and a glimmer of hope was inevitably born in his heart. With this hundred meters distance, the moment he rescued the Qing emperor, he finally had a little reaction time.

Perhaps, it really can happen, and a ray of hope is ahead, and he can't give up.

His arms shrank like bamboo poles, almost no flesh or skin. He raised his palms stubbornly, but he could no longer pull the distance. A few steps closer, his palms were tightly placed on the shoulders of the Qing Emperor's corpse, only to reluctantly frame the traces of weaving.

The bloodshots were dim, and slowly gathered on the headless neck, intertwined into a circle, and outlined the familiar face in his mind.

However, when gradually taking shape, the blood emperor’s face was as pale as the remaining ashes after fireworks, gray and gray, his body could no longer squeeze a trace of blood, he had to suck fresh blood again, otherwise, it would be difficult to knit. success.

However, how dare he let go now, helpless, he desperately squeezed the strength in his body, from the depths of the veins, from the depths of the bones, squeezing every drop of blood, Blood Essence is thick red, like dripping from ink Three drops of blood, black is heavier than red.

The knitting speed suddenly accelerated, and the blood emperor’s life passing speed gradually increased, but he did not react at all. Perhaps this is the best result. I am worthy of my own conscience, so why not die?

Even, gradually his eyes flashed with drunken joy, he finally saved people and died, which is really good.

However, at this moment, just as he fell into this emotion, a long weapon appeared unexpectedly and logically. A hundred meters away, it shattered half of the woven head. Then, the long weapon did not It retracted like the previous few times, but it shook again, like a poisonous snake, quickly inserted into the blood emperor's shoulder, at the same time, that coldly's voice, even the tone did not change.

"You can't die yet, because you killed forty-one people in front of me. Correspondingly, I will slaughter your clan in front of you."

"You are... a demon." The blood emperor's voice trembled.

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