Chapter 188 You are very weak

The Night God Festival once experienced this feeling of powerlessness. As the man in black heavy armor said, when he was beaten off the cliff by the black guards in the Sword Spirit Palace with his favorite sister Night God, the Night God Festival had already experienced this unforgettable despair,

It's just that at that time, the night god sacrifice was still able to hold the delicate body of the night god and hope to use its own body to save the life of the night god. Although that kind of behavior is undoubtedly deceiving itself in the eyes of the current night god sacrifice,

But at this moment, the Night God Festival not only can't get close to his parents, Night God and Night God Yun, but also watch them die under the sword of others.

The despair, helplessness and bitterness that were enough to destroy anyone's will permeated the heart of the Night God Festival in an instant. The Night God Festival couldn't help spewing out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath was completely depressed at this moment

"No." Looking at the man in black armor, when the black sword in his hand slowly fell towards the night god sky and the night god charm, the night god sacrifice suddenly burst into a sad roar. This roar completely exhausted the strength of the night god sacrifice, so that his will was gradually attacked by irresistible dizziness, and a bloody vision. Gradually occupied by the darkness,

Even at this point, the Night God Festival still refused to close his eyes. Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down from his bloody eyes. He still refused to give up and drained his vitality to maintain the opening of the pupil of the night god, just to be able to see his parents' night god and night charm a hundred feet away.

So, in his pupils completely occupied by blood, a picture of incomparable despair was reflected...

With the black sword in the hand of the man in black heavy armor, a shocking sword suddenly chopped on the ground where Ye Shentian and Ye Shenyun were.

A powerful and terrible wind suddenly burst out from the place where the sword fell, completely flattening the ground within a radius of ten feet, and making the ground sink to a depth of three feet.

In this shocking sword light and the terrible wind, the bodies of Ye Shentian and Ye Shenyun have long turned into ashes, but in the pupils of the Night God Festival, it seems that Ye Shenyun slowly turned his head on the verge of death and showed a gentle and loving smile to himself...< /P>

"No." Two lines of bloody tears kept flowing out of the bloody eyes of the Night God Festival. He stretched out his hands stained with his blood in vain, as if he wanted to catch his mother's warm and soft hands.

In the memory of the Night God Festival, whenever he was injured in practice, it was always his mother Ye Shenyun. With those warm and soft palms, he gently smeared all kinds of elixirs on his wounds. At this time, in his vision, there was nothing else except the gentle smile of Ye Shenyun before death.

The previous scenes were quickly played back in the mind of the Night God Festival. There was the gentle and doting smile that Ye Shenyun showed to herself, the warm arms of her mother Ye Shenyun when she felt sad and lost after her failure, and the strictness of the night god who had never changed since she was a child...

This scene was buried in the heart by the night god sacrifice. At this time, it completely covered up the consciousness of the night god sacrifice like a tide, turned into bursts of pain deep into the bone marrow, and bursts of pain in the depths of the heart of the night god sacrifice,

"Dad, mother..." The night god sacrifice muttered that the father and mother had been killed in front of him by the man in black armor. Two lines of blood tears were still pouring out of his bloody eyes, making the beautiful and white face of the night god sacrifice look a little more strange at this time, and there was endless pain. ......

In the bloody eyes of the night god sacrifice, all the colors in the world have completely dimmed, and there is only one picture constantly wandering in my mind. That is, the man in black armor, raised the black sword in his hand, and completely turned his parents into flying ash with a sword.

At this time, there is no pain on the beautiful and handsome face of the night god sacrifice. There is only a touch of numbness and despair, which is the look of despair and numbness in everything in the world.

This despair with a breath of death should not have appeared in a young man like him in his youth, but at this time, it is so deeply portrayed on the somewhat immature face in the beauty of the Night God Festival...

"Dad, mother..." At this time, the consciousness of the night god sacrifice has completely fallen into the deep despair and pain of the sea. The words father and mother have always been muttering to himself, and the vision in front of him has gradually been replaced by a burst of darkness.

After suffering from a series of attacks in black heavy armor, the Night God Festival witnessed his parents turned into ashes by his sword. If it were someone else, under the condition of such a cruel physical and mental blow, it is reasonable that his will has collapsed.

Although the soul power of the night god sacrifice is more than twice as strong as that of ordinary people, under this continuous blow in both physical and mental aspects, it also makes its consciousness completely fall into a coma,

Before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, the Night God Festival faintly saw a pair of feet in delicate leather boots appearing in front of him. At this time, although he lay on the ground and could not move, he also knew that the owner of these feet was the man in a black robe,

After seeing these feet, the Night God Festival felt a pair of powerful palms grabbing the skirt of his chest and easily lifting his body that had broken most of his bones.

In the confused vision, the night god sacrifice saw the man's handsome face. At this time, the man's face was with an evil smile. He pinched the neck of the night god sacrifice with one hand and lifted the whole body of the night god sacrifice in the air, and the low voice slowly reached the ear of the night god sacrifice,

"You are very weak, as weak as a poor ant. You don't even have the right to let me take a look... Do you know why you are so weak?" The man in black heavy armor smiled playfully and slowly raised the night god sacrifice in front of him. The low voice slowly sounded in the ears of the night god sacrifice,

"That's because the hatred in your heart is not enough. The hatred for the world and me is far from enough..."

After slowly saying this, the man in black heavy armor slowly threw the night god sacrifice that had completely coma on the ground. Then the black sword in his hand also slowly appeared a deep black light. In this black light, a piece of spiritual jade slowly separated from the sword of the black sword. Come on,