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Lin Hao's figure flashed. His white figure directly fell into the thousand plus martial artist. He was like a wolf that had entered a flock of sheep, wantonly unleashing a slaughter feast on the battlefield!    

"Ah!"    

"Run! We are not strong enough!"    

"We can't run, he's alone, no matter how strong he is, he's only one person. We'll fight him one by one, it's impossible for him to..."    

"Demon, he's a demon!"    

Wherever the scarlet sword light passed, it was as if a sickle was swung down. Numerous straws of life silently fell.    

When a mature life reached its end, it would naturally fall. When it encountered a farmer harvesting it, it would also fall.    

Without any hesitation, no one under Lin Hao's sword could withstand a single strike, and no one could cause Lin Hao to feel even the slightest bit of pity.    

Nine thick waves of flames were also crazily rolling in the sky. All the soldiers of Qiyuan were killed in large numbers in this beautiful red and grey light screen.    

This was a place that even the God of Death wouldn't dare to visit. After all, they were afraid that they would be killed if they came here.    

Poisonous flames, turbid flows, and the figure in white, the scarlet sword light, became the main characters in this world. The music of death was like a passage to hell, driving the thousand remaining soldiers of Qiyuan into the abyss.    

Fire, screams, slaughter, and death.    

It was the most direct law of nature.    

In the horizon, a playful ray of light flowed out.    

However, it was as if he saw this world's ruined realm being shocked. He pulled up the clouds to cover himself.    

It was also like this place originally thought that it caught the light of dawn, but then it fell into the darkness of human purgatory.    

After another ten minutes of tea's time, the fiery light that wreaked havoc in the long night gradually dissipated.    

The darkness of the night was finally about to come to an end under the light of dawn.    

Fresh blood flowed like a small stream in this place, not slowing down for a long time.    

When the last Qiyuan soldier fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, and the Grim Reaper finally stopped swinging its sickle.    

At this moment, the battlefield was no longer the same as before.    

The scorched brown and bright red color of the battlefield that had been ravaged by the turbid streams of poison had become the final tone of this purgatory.    

Above the purgatory, a nine-headed nine-headed snake monster that was over nine meters tall was entrenched. Its nine heads were eyeing the battlefield covetously, looking for survivors.    

The most eye-catching person in this purgatory was the young man who stood proudly in the middle.    

Countless broken corpses, broken armor, and blood river that flowed endlessly, as well as the corpses that had piled up into a mountain, were all stepped on by Lin Hao.    

Lin Hao was like the high and mighty god of death that dominated all life. He stood proudly and coldly, but he didn't show any signs of being affected by the purgatory that he had created with his own hands.    

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Lin Hao's figure became taller and bigger in the world. The blood that was flowing in the world, the corpses on the ground, and broken armor began to move.    

The blood, corpses, and armor gathered in the sky. Finally, they gathered in the world and formed a skull crown that was flickering with a blood-red light. It quietly floated above Lin Hao's head.    

Lin Hao slowly closed his eyes, silently chanting the scriptures that no one could understand.    

Gradually, the blood-red color disappeared, and the fire faded away. All of this seemed to have disappeared in front of Lin Hao's eyes, leaving only the heavens and the earth.    

Lin Hao alone, and that blood-colored skull crown.    

When the crown descended, it firmly landed on Lin Hao's head.    

The skull crown, formed from the blood of slaughter, silently added a crown at this moment!    

At this moment, it had become eternal. Lin Hao had become the lord who crowned himself with slaughter between the heavens and the earth.