The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

With a bang, Ning Nineteen once again broke through a layer of restriction, breaking the formation in just a moment.

However, this big formation is broken, but who knows how many layers of large formations and small formations are waiting for him in front of him!

Thinking of him as a majestic heavenly king, it's normal to be up and down with every gesture, but why does he always live so aggrieved?

With a wave of his hand, three or five simple formations will be shattered; he can almost blow away a large and well-conceived formation after taking a few breaths; He rushed from one end to the other... But he had to carefully and step by step to tear apart the air mechanism of the formation, and walked forward unsteadily.

There is no other reason, only Lu Yanger.

Whenever he acts restrained, it is because of that person.

The moment before the paper talisman exploded, Ning Nineteen failed to protect Lu Yang in time, and was swept away by the frenzied energy of heaven and earth.The last time he cast his gaze, he saw Lu with his sword across his chest, blocking Long Wan's face, and a cloud of blood suddenly exploded from one leg.

Ning Nineteen is an indestructible body of a heavenly monarch, and has the advantage of coming from the sky. He can almost recover from an injury in the blink of an eye; but what about Lu Yang?

He's—is he okay now?

not dead?

where is it?

Ning Jiujiu was full of such thoughts, so naturally he didn't dare to swish across the graveyard, let alone make a big move to tear up the formation talisman, ghost fog, and vitality of heaven and earth here—in case at that time , what if Lu Yang is lying beside him?

So he could only grope slowly, passing through various formations as peacefully as possible, and explore the aura around him by the way, looking for where Lu Yang is.

After about half a stick of incense time, he finally completely untied the big formation in front of him, and he could vaguely feel Lu Yang's breath.This ghost fog restricts him too much. I don't know how the real master messenger is doing, and I don't know if the masters from the Imperial Capital Dragon Tower have come in... Ning Nineteen frowned, and hurried to Lu Yang's side.

After walking another seven or eight steps, the atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the ground disintegrated and reorganized in the void, twisting into a strange scene.

This is the entrance to the next formation.

Standing in front of Ning Nineteen was an illusory door.It is more than three feet high, wide enough for a horse, and its whole body is dark red. It seems that there is a dark blood light circulating on it, as if it heralds the tragic world behind.

Ning Nineteen's eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Lu Yang's aura is right in front of him, if he wants to approach him quickly, straight forward is the best choice.But Ning Nineteen didn't know much about formations and talismans, and he was extremely repelled by the evil spirits. Therefore, after he saw the tall and blood-colored gate, he subconsciously wanted to take a detour from the side and didn't want to go in at all.

Move forward?

Or bypass?

After struggling in his heart for a few breaths, Ning Jiu finally gritted his teeth and slammed into the extremely ominous looking gate.

……

"Kill——kill you!"

"what?"

"I'll kill you—kill you! Let no one escape, but die to me! Die, you executioners! Beasts! Monsters! Devils!"

"what???"

Ning Nineteen looked at the boy who was crying hoarsely with blood and tears in front of him, and then turned around to look at the door he came in—uh, where is the door?

Ning Nineteen was a little dazed.

In just one step, he seems to have passed through the boundless land, or——through the vast time.

At this moment, he was in a ruin where blood was congealed and black smoke curled up. The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and his eyes were bleak.There are several execution platforms towering in front of them, surrounded by ruined houses that are still crackling and sparkling, and behind them are corpses everywhere, and jackdaws are miserable.

Apart from Ning Nineteen himself, there was only one figure who could move in this black and red land that was so creepy.

The man threw himself into Ning Nineteen's arms, his red eyes wide open, scarlet blood tears rolling in his eyes, reflecting the rust-colored low sky above.

The sky and the ground are full of blood.

"land--"

Ning Nineteen called out in surprise, holding the young man's thin arm.The familiar feeling of starting made him firmer in his judgment:

"Lu Yang?"

"Go to hell!"

The boy let out a growl, and slashed hard at Ning Shijiu with a dagger he found out from nowhere.Of course, Ning Nineteen would not let him do whatever he wanted, and with a flick of his fingers, the dagger with the gap in it flew far away.

"Lu, why are you crazy?" Ning Nineteen pulled him into his arms, brushed away his bloody and sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, feeling distressed and surprised, "Why did you become smaller?" Where is the dragon girl? Where is this place? Do you know how to get out? Uh, and what happened?"

"you ask me?"

The young man gave him a silly smile, there was a third of madness in the smile, and the rest was filled with unforgettable hatred.

While laughing, he rolled down thick tears of blood, and his tone was broken into pieces:

"You killed my whole family, and now you are here to kill me, don't you? What else do you want to ask me? What do you think I will answer you?"

"come!"

He closed his eyes, slid slowly along Ning Nineteen's body, knelt down in front of Ning Nineteen weakly and desperately, and let out a hoarse cry:

"Come on, come and kill me—just like you killed my father, my mother, and all my brothers! Kill me!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Ning Nineteen was so shocked that he stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover.

This scene, this dialogue, this kind of desperation that hates the marrow, could it be—

5000 years ago? !

After the night of "Mutiny"? !

On the night of the "mutiny", the entire army of the Lu family was wiped out, and no one survived except Lu Yang.The poor Lu family was devoted to the country all their lives, but in the end they failed to die at the hands of the enemy and sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, but died under the most cruel betrayal.

The king betrayed them.

In Lu Yang's mind, this probably means that the country has betrayed them, and the whole world has betrayed them.

From anger, from despair, from obsession.

This treacherous and unpredictable formation actually reproduced the scene at that time.When Ning Jiu understood this, his heart suddenly twisted in pain.

This is the most painful moment in Lu Yang's life. If possible, Ning Nineteen would rather never see the past that was condensed with blood and tears, and never know what Lu Laomo revealed in the dead silence at that time. Such an expression.

It is said that at that time, he made a 5000-year revenge plan that ended in suicide.In other words, from this moment on, Lu Yang never thought about living a good life.

"Do you want to die..."

Ning Jiu squatted down and looked straight at the original little devil Lu.

This one is smaller than any form in his impression, not because of the delicate eyebrows or limbs, but——

Aura.

Ning Nineteen immediately saw the difference.

Compared with the one in reality, the physical development of this person may not be different, but the strength of the aura around his body is simply heaven and earth, and there is no comparison.Losing that domineering and hostile spirit, this one has gentle features and good looks, making her appear three or four points younger than her peers.

"It's really handsome!"

Ning Nineteen suddenly uttered such a sentence, and the voice was very loud, which really attracted the attention of Lu Yang who was choking up and cursing.

He raised his head slightly, glanced at Ning Shijiu, and said with a wry smile, "... Who are you talking about?"

"Who else, of course you."

"Aha, is it..." Xiao Lu Yang lowered his head again, and said in a low voice, "So you have... such a habit..."

"Huh? No—"

Ning Nineteen choked for a moment, and just about to say something, saw Xiao Lu Yang tore off his tattered top, revealing his tender and delicate skin.

In the red environment of the sky and the ground, the whiteness of his topless/topless body becomes more frighteningly white, almost to the point of dazzling.

"I've heard of that kind of thing, and when you played with my mother and my sister, I probably understood something. Have fun before killing people. I remember which of you did say that .Now you too—want to play with me?"

Lu Yang casually said these obscene words, shook his head, lay back and spread his legs:

"It doesn't matter. It is said that the worse the death, the more powerful the ghost will be after death. Come on, I won't struggle."

"..."

Ning Shijiu's eyes were throbbing with veins.He gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, finally couldn't help it, he leaned over fiercely, grabbed Lu Yang's shoulders, and roughly pulled the man up.

Then, he raised his fist and hit Lu Yang's half of the cheek hard.

"There must be a limit to talking about yourself!"

He took a breath, his anger couldn't be contained, and he really wanted to punch him again; but when he saw the blood oozing from the corner of Lu Yang's mouth and his dull eyes, he suddenly lost his strength and lost the battle dejectedly.

He gently hugged Lu Yang into his arms.

"Don't humiliate yourself like this, take good care of yourself! You guy - you have to live another 5000 years!"

Lu Yang struggled in his arms.But Ning Nineteen did not let go, but took a deep breath and shouted with the loudest voice:

"Who allowed you to die so easily?"

"Who allowed you to admit defeat like this?"

"Your father, your mother, and your family's bloody feud, do you still expect others to help you avenge it?!"

"The enemies are still alive, so you don't feel resentful? You don't want to kill them? This is the only level of your struggle?"

"Ha, Lu Che, the invincible military god of the Lu family, actually taught a weak trash like you!"

"Idiot, idiot, coward, selfish and evasive scum, why don't you hurry up and cheer me up!!!"

"..."

After the deafening roar, there was a silence that made the world tremble.

Lu Yang lay quietly in Ning Jiujiu's arms, did not speak, held his breath, as quiet as a sleeping corpse.

Ning Nineteen took a few breaths and stopped talking, but hugged Lu Yang even harder.

He could feel that the other party's bone-chilling body was returning to the warmth of ordinary people little by little.

He could also feel the throbbing sound of life reappearing in the other party's heaving and falling chest cavity.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lu Yang stepped back slightly, seemed to be smiling, his voice was still hoarse and stagnant: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Ning Nineteen also smiled, and a familiar warmth flowed into his heart, "My name is Ning Nineteen."

"Here—what are you doing here?"

"Ah, of course it's to persuade you—"

Reformed?

Ning Jiu paused suddenly.

He wiped off all the edges and corners of his face, swallowed those four words slowly, and changed his words gently:

"—to live bravely."