If everything could happen again, Feng Qingyang might reverse time and space without hesitation. Even if it meant risking the last bit of his life, he would keep Zhu Xuezhu and prevent the tragedy from happening again.
"I cannot repay this love." Feng Qingyang's bloodshot pupils were filled with sorrow. He looked at Xiao Zhu lying in his arms and sighed softly, turning the deep sorrow into calmness. Then he slowly stood up, threw off his robe, and straightened his clothes. It seemed that he had sorted out his confused heart at the same time, but at the same time, it also swept away the last kindness in his heart.
In order to prevent Zhu Xuezhu from dying, he can destroy everything, even go against the will of others, even agreeing to the request of the commander-in-chief of Zhenxi and helping his enemies to regain the lost territory of Jiuli Divine Dynasty. But no matter what, he just wants to take Zhu Xuezhu away and keep her by his side.
It was just a small request, but the heaven seemed to be playing an irreversible joke on him. Their entanglement was a kind of fate, as if it was destined that only one of them could survive, no matter what time or identity. All of this was not important. What was important was that after Feng Qingyang understood all this, an idea suddenly emerged in his mind.
This idea may not be recognized by the world, but he knows very well that if he wants to do so, he will only bear the kind of pain that can never be erased. This pain is based on powerful killing. He not only wants to kill, but also kill on both sides. Only in this way can he stand at the top, only in this way can he control the end and laugh at the heavens.
This idea was once a huge joke, but now it seemed to him that he had a chance, especially when the Sun of the Divine Emperor appeared. If that was the case, if the heaven and earth were to take away his most beloved and kindest woman in front of him, then what else did he need to endure
He had found a reason for balance in the chaos. His gaze gradually focused as he watched Zhu Xuezhu's face gradually turn pale. Above this, he could no longer sense the existence of any soul. The powerful self-explosion not only shattered Xiaozhu's heart, but also completely shattered her soul. In the eyes of ordinary people, that was death.
Feng Qingyang laughed loudly as if he was crazy, and tears came to his eyes as he laughed. When the tears fell to his lips, he realized that these tears were so bitter and so heartbreaking, carrying with them the rebellious spirit he had since his debut and his almost obsessive and crazy love for Zhu Xuezhu.
This voice was extremely sad, but it caused various reactions in the ears of everyone. The first was fear in their hearts, and the second was sadness. Especially for the female practitioners, their eyes were red and they shed hot tears.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang seemed to have aged. His hair had lost its luster and looked more vicissitudes of life. The solemnity in his eyes became even stronger. Not only that, his body seemed to have undergone a great change at this moment. He didn't know what this change was, but he understood that the "sword" in his chest that had been deeply inserted into his heart and made him breathless had been pulled out by him.
“Since I made my debut, I have been killing non-stop. Whether I was killing others or others were killing me, I experienced the fickleness of the world, the various aspects of human life, and the coldness and warmth, hatred, jealousy, and narrow-mindedness of people. Most of them are cunning and evil people.
Because of their hatred, jealousy, and indifference, my lover was repeatedly injured and died for me, and even her soul was imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao. I don’t know why this happened. Am I really destined to be unlucky? But I don’t want this to happen. I, Feng Qingyang, swear that I will not let the Heavenly Dao succeed. I will not lose this chess game involving all the living beings in the world. I will definitely turn the tables and become the chess player, because that is my persistence, my insistence, my belief, and the deepest bond in my heart. How can a person live in this world without a bond to tie himself down? "Feng Qingyang's tears kept flowing, and he spoke slowly in laughter.
"Kill! Kill! Kill everything, kill all those who are jealous of you, destroy the chess game with killing, and jump out to become a chess player with killing." There seemed to be such a voice constantly ringing in his ears. This sentence seemed a bit harsh in Feng Qingyang's ears. He had just agreed to protect the cultivators of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty, but now, he wanted to kill in his heart. At this moment, his heart trembled suddenly, and he pointed at the sky without thinking, his eyes revealing extreme hatred.
Countless void cracks opened up around the people. It was the Half-Step Demon Emperor from the Demon Realm who came to kill them. He led an army of 100,000 elite soldiers, a powerful existence that could sweep across a large area of the Divine Dynasty. The army was led by the Half-Step Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord was the backbone. He came here to strangle them under the order of the Shura Demon Emperor.
Not only that, in another direction, nine huge whirlpools appeared at the same time. Each whirlpool covered the sky and seemed to be almost connected together, but in fact, there were essential differences between them. Each aura was different, some were sacred and some were evil, alternating between black and white, and gradually, they turned into seventeen whirlpools.
Colorful, dazzling white, fiery red, the moment they appeared, they all looked at Feng Qingyang with violent murderous intent, because, from the orders of the God Emperor they received in their minds, Feng Qingyang would be the one who destroyed the entire Supreme God Realm.
What a ridiculous dazzle, but even if someone knows it is a lie, they will not stop, but will charge forward without hesitation just to kill it. That is jealousy and hatred.
This war between gods and demons that had lasted for countless years seemed to have reached the beginning of the final battle. However, this final battle seemed very strange, because all their elite troops were centered around one person, and this person was Feng Qingyang, the zombie who seemed to be only able to rival the peak of the gods.
As long as these people casually launched the first wave of attacks, Feng Qingyang would be dead. Could he resist? Could he bear it? The powerful people of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty who were already around fell into silence, because they also received the order to kill Feng Qingyang at the same time.
It's just a little different from others. The difference is that they saw everything happening in front of them. Perhaps it was because Feng Qingyang's sadness had such a huge impact on Amen that they have not yet gotten over that feeling.
They saw Feng Qingyang's tenacity, his perseverance, and his sadness. All these scenes gathered in their minds and collided with the orders issued by the God Emperor, causing them to lift their feet but unable to put them down...