On the floating island, they witnessed the tragedy caused by group moral kidnapping.
Ye Chengfeng's hatred was choked with Lan Chuxi's grief.
Also, watching the monks of the Great Compassion Temple, in the name of warding off evil and keeping righteousness, killing and torturing their junior uncle in front of them.
Their hearts have become as cold and hard as iron through repeated trials and tribulations.
There were even many times when they thought in their hearts that it would be better to destroy this ugly world.
But after all, it is still impossible!
Because they have seen the ultimate evil.
But I have also seen extreme kindness and warmth.
I have even experienced a touching love.
Some people beat them into demons, besieged and massacred them.
Some people risked their lives, abandoned everything, and came to protect it to the death.
Some people regard them as worthless, like enemies, trampling on them wantonly.
Some people regard them as treasures and take good care of them.
People are selfish, greedy, indifferent and cruel.
There is also the most affectionate, chivalrous and gentle.
Like, themselves.
Yun Ruohan slowly squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, then loosened it a little bit, raised his eyes to look at Mo Qingshan, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely calm: "But no matter good or bad, these people are the people of my little junior sister. It's not your turn to discipline."
Mo Qingshan said expressionlessly: "Jun Muyan is dead."
"Tch, old monster, you have died ten thousand times, and your bones will be ashes. My sixth senior sister will not die!" Luo Yu made a face, "Don't you know that my sixth senior sister is best at living from death?"
Leng Yumo sneered and said, "What's the point of talking to him. I haven't had a good relationship with my little monk yet, and I'm married and have a few babies! If you kill me, won't my mother be single until death?"
Mo Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Xiaoyaomen? It's really interesting."
He looked at the sunglasses in his hands, "You mean the same thing? Would you rather die than leave me?"
Sunglasses smiled in a daze, and murmured in a low voice, so soft it was almost inaudible.
"... Sister-in-law... won't die, cousin, you won't... be less useful than sister-in-law..."
He slowly raised his head, looked straight into Mo Qingshan's eyes, and said word by word: "Xiaoyaomen bet that Lord Muyan is still... alive, then I will bet that our Emperor of the Extreme Region is still alive... Old ancestors, disciples are not filial, go to the underworld first Hell is waiting for you!"
After finishing speaking, Sunglasses made a faint smile like that, and lowered his head.
With a cold face, Mo Qingshan let the body made of dark glasses go away, looked at the five members of Xiaoyaomen, raised his hand, and a pen and a roll of paper appeared in his palm: "I agree that you are opponents, so I will kill you with my own hands." you."
That pen, that paper, were all transformed by the decree of the gods.
As soon as the tip of the pen was raised, the vast divine power entangled with the devilish energy, surging surgingly.
The five Xiaoyaomen spat out a mouthful of blood before fighting, their bodies seemed to be imprisoned by something, and they couldn't even move.
Mo Qingshan tapped the pen in Yun Ruohan's direction lightly, and a word "death" appeared in the air and flew towards Yun Ruohan's eyebrows.
"Big Brother!!"
The melodious and lingering sound of the piano drifted down at this moment.
It seems to sound from Zhuoshi Mountain, from Wangjiang, and from the surrounding land.
It seemed to come from the clouds, from the gate of the sky, and from the continuous thunder.
The melodious piano sound gradually became high-pitched and exciting.
Like a gold and iron horse, and like a galloping river.
Between heaven and earth, all voices were covered.