After tens of thousands of years, he thought that he had already cut off love and love, only obsession remained.
But at this time, seeing the long-lost natal magic weapon, ripples still appeared in my heart.
Qing Mingjian seemed to sense the fluctuations in his mood, buzzing and trembling.
The slightest emotion passed to his atrium.
That is longing, grievance, longing, and aspirational killing heart.
Thousands of years have passed, and Qing Mingjian does not know when it gave birth to a weak weapon spirit.
However, this weapon spirit was abandoned and sealed by him for thousands of years.
At this moment, there is no resentment at all, only joy and closeness.
Mo Qingshan's body at this moment has no emotions, and even pain can hardly be felt.
But at this moment, he felt that his soul seemed to be being pricked by needles somewhere in his soul.
It hurts finely.
Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, raised the Qingming sword in his hand, looked at Muyan, and said in a deep voice: "Jun Muyan, come on, as you wish, complete our fateful final battle. I hope you will go all out , don't be distracted by anything."
Muyan took a deep breath, and the seven swords around her slowly drew circles one after another.
And the sound played by Tian Moqin gradually changed from melodious to high-pitched and sharp.
Clang!
The next moment, the two moved almost simultaneously.
Blade collided with blade.
The world is in turmoil, and the situation is changing.
The gate of the sky shook slightly, and more evil spirits swept through it.
The monks and mortals who had always hoped that Muyan would come to save him watched Muyan and Mo Qingshan fight with each other.
The sound of the piano was sounding, but none of the skills fell on them.
Their wounds were still festering and bleeding.
The ghoul among them lost the suppression of [Shujing Qihuang], and gradually began to revive.
There are fewer and fewer companions and comrades-in-arms around them.
However, this time, no one will descend from the sky to save them.
"Master, why...why didn't you save us?"
A monk with a broken arm knelt down on the ground, wailing in despair, "Aren't you the way of heaven? Aren't we your people? How can you disregard our life and death?!"
"What kind of heavenly way! To put it bluntly, he is just a selfish ghost who only cares about his own life... No one will come to save us, what if the gate of the sky is closed, so what if the disaster of heaven is over? Aren't we going to die? Hahahaha... "
"Goddess, save us! Please save us!"
"We begged you like that, why don't you save us... ah!!"
"God's shit! I don't believe it anymore! Go to hell, I can't live, let's go to hell together, hahaha..."
Down there was a mess.
Some monks even rushed to the crowd of mortals, trying to catch them as their own scapegoats.
Some are crying, some are begging, some are cursing...
When is the end of the world
Ghouls are rampant, and it is not the time when the disaster of the sky is falling.
The monks died one by one, not even one out of ten.
Only when people's hearts are scattered and all hope is lost, only the despair of sinking is left, that is the real end of the world.
Muyan who was fighting Mo Qingshan in the air suddenly felt as if a little of the power in her body had been taken away by someone.
She froze, and the Qingming sword in Mo Qingshan's hand pierced her shoulder almost, bleeding profusely.
Muyan quickly stepped back a certain distance, her chest heaved violently, and her face was as white as rice paper.