Instead of letting everyone be frightened, despair followed by hope, hope followed by despair again, it is better to let them celebrate victory happily, knowing nothing is the best.
As soon as she stepped into the gate of the sky, Muyan felt a blur in front of her eyes.
The sight that came into her eyes made her startled, her expression a bit in a trance.
This is a place that she is very, very familiar with for thousands of days and nights in the past, and she can see it anytime, anywhere when she closes her eyes.
The view is the endless grassland, and the wind gently brushes the grassland, causing ripples.
In the distance is the shining star river.
In the center of the meadow stands a tower soaring into the sky.
If this is not her Tianmoqin space, what is it
Muyan frowned slightly, and walked towards the book tower with a complicated expression.
Under the book tower, a familiar red figure stood there.
A pair of phoenix eyes slightly bent, seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be mocking.
The youthful face that was already pretty, looked extraordinarily coquettish and seductive at this moment.
"Jun Muyan, this deity has been waiting for you here for a long time! Why did you come here now?"
The boy's voice was still transparent and unruly.
It was like what he would say to her in the space of Tianmoqin for countless days and nights.
Muyan's hand hanging by her side clenched unconsciously, countless images flashed through her mind.
There was a teenager who was arrogant and couldn't hide his joy after getting the [Ghosting Chess].
There are also scenes of those beasts torturing him over and over again as seen in the Tiandao inheritance.
If this moment is still tens of thousands of years ago, if those beasts who tortured Qihuang are still alive.
When she becomes the way of heaven, she will slaughter all the cultivators in the world, leaving no one behind!
Because these beasts don't deserve to live!
All the rubbish who had accepted Qihuang's gift but betrayed him and turned a blind eye to his suffering and despair are not worthy of living.
However, memory is only the past after all.
Now the only ones left in Yanwu Continent are innocent people with scars and bruises.
As the Dao of Heaven, she couldn't help but watch these people die.
But he didn't know how to heal Qihuang's resentment and unwillingness for tens of thousands of years.
Silence spread between the two of them.
Qihuang seemed to be unable to bear the atmosphere, she hooked her long hair slightly, with a mocking expression on her face: "Jun Muyan, we haven't seen each other for so long, do you have nothing to say to me?"
Muyan took a deep breath and said, "You killed the seventh-level ghoul?"
She doesn't sense the presence of Di Ming Jue.
But the Void Spirit Ring between her fingers also makes her sure that Di Ming Jue is still alive.
Who was it that manipulated the divine order to take away the seventh-level ghoul
Qihuang laughed lowly, and sat down casually leaning against the wall.
The long black hair hangs down like satin, dancing gently in the wind.
He said with a half-smile: "What you want to ask is, is Di Ming Jue still alive, right? You want to ask if this deity has touched him? Naturally, he has moved, but now he is fighting with the Holy Emperor Yongye. It is not so easy for the deity to kill him with the gene fusion."
Muyan licked her lips, but didn't speak, because she knew that Qihuang still had a follow-up.
Sure enough, the young man's cold and sarcastic voice sounded again: "Originally, he couldn't be moved, but who asked him to seek death by himself and kill the seventh-level ghoul during gene fusion? Protection, whether his physical body or soul, is as fragile as an ant in the eyes of this deity."
Qihuang stretched out his slender and fair hand, moved his five fingers slightly, and a ball of light blue light appeared in his palm.