MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 108

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The earth is mottled, the gully is sloping, and the sorrowful demon statue protects the delicate woman behind her. The gaze is gaze, look at the ink green, and anger: "The deity believes in you, the deity has never doubted you, Mo Qing! How do you give The deity is an account! You will contact the Jiulian now, you will let him stop now!"

Mo Qing’s right face was opened by a thunder, and he turned and looked calmly at the mad demon who was almost mad. His eyes were very tired, his lips screamed reluctantly, but this smile was not as clear and eye-catching as it was hundreds of years ago, but it was like a lost loser.

"If I can contact him, let him stop... Why bother and wait for these ninety-three years."

Cang Ruo demon body trembles: "No! You can definitely let him stop, you can certainly. You are not a life and death friend? Have you not known for thousands of years? He is your good friend, how can you not let him Stop. He can't continue this way for you!"

Mo Qing is silent.

Cang Ruo Zun continued to say: "At most ten years, you can't hold on. The result is that the soul is flying, he is your good friend, how can he see you flying away!"

Ink is still not talking.

Cang Ruo Zun suddenly stopped talking, and he burst into laughter. Suddenly, he turned into a golden dragon, madly going to the body of Mo Qing, but listening to a soft female voice: "If you don't, don't!"

At the moment when Shenlong was about to hit the ink blue, he stopped.

If Cang turned the dragon head, he looked at the woman who stood behind him. I saw that the latter's face was very tired, and there were also large and small scars on her body, but she still smiled hard and said softly: "Even if there are only a few years left, stay with me... okay?"

The hot tears flowed from the huge longan.

Mo Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw this scene, sighing silently. He stepped up and left the place, leaving the space to the couple. Before leaving, he only left a sentence, but it seemed to exhaust the strength of his body: "If you want to revenge Jiulian, I would wait for you in the distance from here. You are worth a thousand dollars. Hey, erosive heart, I am blue... I have been treated by Jiulian."

When the voice fell, the ink became a streamer and disappeared into the vast plain.

This piece of land is covered with dark brown blood, and the blood is like a spider web. Under the thunder, no one can save, even the last corpse capital was smashed into pieces, becoming a real dead body.

The pressure of this day is more than hundreds of times compared to the thunder and lightning pressure that Luo gradually cleared.

Tianlei seems to be exhausted, so he keeps squatting down. It is not really unconscious, but it is extremely vicious. When more than one hundred of the sages lag behind, it will not slam to the earth, but will only sneak into the place where the ink is located 100 miles away. If the celestial demon is respected, he will turn to the woman who is behind him.

It’s another three years.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

A golden light flashed, and the golden dragon swung up and went straight into the sky, madly slamming into the horrible black thunder cloud. However, a thunder that flooded the heavens and the earth flashed. Suddenly, the dragon was smashed by the gods and fell to the ground. The golden scales have no color, and a deep visible bone wound is swaying on its back.

The purple scorpion ran over immediately, and it was turned into a humanoid.

In the mouth of Cang Ruo, blood is constantly pouring out, and the purple cicada is poured into his body with demon power, and he tries hard to treat it. However, after all, everything is stunned. If Cang gently reaches out and gently strokes the face of his sweetheart, his eyes are very soft, as if he is looking at the most precious treasures in the world.

The hot tears flowed from the eyes of Zi Yan and squatted on the cheeks of Cangruo.

The breeze rolled up a raging sand, and the more terrifying Thunder was brewing in the thundercloud.

The tears have already been suppressed and drooping down, but the purple scorpion still licks the softest smile, like the most beautiful sunrise flower of Long Island for tens of thousands of years. She smiles slightly, and the flowers bloom slowly, she softly Said: "If you are brother, your strength is higher than that of the ink green, you can still live for another twenty years."

If Cang wants to speak, the blood flowing out of his mouth blocks his words.

"One of my life, I spent a thousand years in the valley of my life, and I spent a thousand years in the second sea. The most grateful thing in my life is to go to the first sea when I was two thousand years old. Birthday, "The soft smile is like a bright sun. Even if it is covered with dark clouds, it has a lot of light. "If I didn't meet you, if I was, what would it be like?"

"Purple... Purple..."

"Don't talk," Zi Yan smiled. "If you are a brother, sixty-four demon statues, my strength belongs to the end, and I should not live to the present."

"Purple..."

"So, if I am brother, what else do I have to satisfy?" The voice fell, and Zixiao’s helpless smile was a bit more. She bowed her head and fell a kiss in the face of Cangruo, gently licking him. Placed on the ground, staring seriously.

This eye seems to be extended to eternity.

When this eye was over, Zi Yan turned around without hesitation and walked toward the criss-crossing thundercloud.

"Purple!"

If Cang struggled to stand up, he grabbed the purple hand, but saw the latter turned his head and smiled at him. The smile is as soft as the first sight, as if a sun shines in and illuminates the entire first sea. She said softly: "When the soul flies, if you are brother, I will meet you in every corner of the world."

The voice fell, a purple flashing, slamming, a purple fire smashed wings and flew straight into the thundercloud.

"Purple!"

Cang immediately turned into a golden dragon to catch up, but Zi Yan was a step faster, and he slammed into the thundercloud and blew himself up. The terrible pressure instantly filled the world, causing Jinlong to be knocked back to the earth. The thundercloud was also destroyed by the power of the demon blast, and it was slightly dissipated.

Cang Ruo fell to the ground and looked at the scene with incomprehension.

Through his eyes, Luo gradually saw the fireworks that bloomed in the sky. The purple cicada collided with the thundercloud, and the brilliant fire illuminates the entire sky. Luo gradually felt that his heart was constantly shaking. He wanted to break free of this. He wanted to ask what happened to Jiulian. However, all he could do was to look at this scene and feel the rushing sea. Coming grief.

The pain of Cang Ruo was deeply introduced into the heart of Luo gradually clearing. When he returned to God, he felt that he had already shed tears.

However, Thundercloud did not really dissipate because of the self-destruction of the demon statue. For the next four years, Cang Ruo Zun has always turned into a dragon and constantly attacked Thundercloud. His movements with a sense of demise, slammed into this thundercloud as desperately, desperate as an abyss.

Until four years later, when a **** thunder came down, Jinlong finally fell to the earth with powerlessness and turned into human form again. He glanced at the place hundreds of miles away, where the Thunder continued to descend. Obviously, there was another person who was suffering and has not fallen.

Seven years ago, Mo Qing and Cang Ruo said that if you hate Jiu Lian, then come to me, I have received it on his behalf.

But now, how hateful, no hate, and everything will never return 100 years ago.

At that time, the sixty-four demon statues were galloping in the demon world, and they were very happy, and they were born with joy, and fear of death!

The past has become a thing of the past, the red thunder snakes circling in the thunderclouds, and Cang Ruo lay on the ground, looking at the boundless sky. He suddenly smiled low, the laughter was getting louder and louder, and he was getting more and more fierce. He laughed at the end as if he was crying, but there was no tears from beginning to end.

At the end of the day, what is his last sentence?

Like many sages, cursing Jiulian, cursing him not to die, to be a slave to the world.

Still hate yourself, should not regret, remorse the choices that have been made, can't wait to bring everything back?

The laughter of Cang Ruo stopped abruptly, and the Thunder in the sky seemed to be about to drop.

He stared blankly at the dark clouds of the sky, muttering the last sentence in his long life: "Purple..."

boom!

A **** red thunder suddenly fell!

At this time, Luo gradually cleared his body and felt light. He finally left from the body of Cang Ruo. He had not had the surprise before, and he saw the person he had followed for hundreds of years but had never seen before.

The beautiful and bright face, the narrow and clear eyes, the height is above nine days, only the beasts have the grace!

Luo gradually cleared his eyes and looked at the ecstatic demon, and his heart trembled.

This Cang Ruo demon looks like a seven-point similar to Jin.

However, Tiandao did not give Luo gradually clear the time to think again. The blood thunder has already fallen, and buried the body of Cangruo. When the Thunder fell, the sky suddenly began to rain. The drizzle seemed to be a gentle statement, washing the mottled blood on the earth and washing all the sins of the past.

If the dragon has tears, it will inevitably fall.

In the end, Cang Ruo still cried, but the sixty-four demon statues were all fallen, and more than one hundred people and nobles did not survive.

They are all scattered.

No, maybe there is that dark blue...

Luo gradually cleared up hope, and he expected the picture in front of him to turn around. The Thunder outside the hundred miles was still kneeling for a second. In the next second, it became a land of no people. On the vast and impoverished land, Luo gradually saw it, and the blood of countless people and nobles came together to form a vast and infinite sea.

The blood of the sixty-four people of the Yaozu infiltrated into the earth, and in the bang of the rumble, a large mountain rose from the ground. These mountains are blood red, like blood, and form a straight line that straddles this plain.

First, the first mountain peak was built, and then the second mountain, the third...

When the 63rd peak rises, at the forefront of all the peaks, a mountain rises slowly from the ground. It did not rise quickly, but it gradually surpassed the height of all the peaks. More than a bird, more than the clouds, beyond the height of the naked eye, standing alone and lonely.

Such a scene has made Luo gradually stunned, because he can no longer be familiar with these places.

This piece of sea is the Fengshen Sea. Every ten years, it will blow a hurricane in the far north, no one can enter!

This mountain is the dry mountain, where the great power of the two Mahayana periods has fallen!

Cang Ruo Zun said that there are thirty-six states, eight great wildernesses and three dangerous places on the Xuantian continent.

Why are there only three?

Just because this northern land was 30,000 years ago, it was cast by the blood of more than one hundred and two people!

Luo gradually looked at the slowly-growing appearance of the northernmost land, and was shocked by this majestic scene, but soon his eyes suddenly darkened, and an ancient vicissitudes of voice were in his ear, mixed with sighs: "That's the case... Jiu Lian, do you have anything to say to me?"

Luo gradually silenced for a long time, and Fang’s Huang Yi’s dream was still lingering in his heart for a long time. He tried to calm down his voice and said: “If the younger generation is Jiu Lian’s ancestor, he will certainly be remorseful. Even though the younger generation is not, But the younger generation also wants to say sorry to the predecessors for the ancestors. It’s just the predecessors, and there may be some misunderstandings and accidents. You should never..."

"There is a misunderstanding, there is an accident, and we have already fallen."

Luo gradually snorted, for a long time, said: "Predecessors, are you not here?"

"You have seen it in the illusion, and the deity has fallen for 30,000 years."

Luo gradually could not help but ask: "Predecessors, why do you want the younger generation to know those..."

Jin Long sighed, and there was no more arrogance in the tone of 30,000 years ago, but it brought endless exhaustion: "Mo Qing seems to have handed over the same thing to you, but you have received it."

Luo gradually cleared his mind. He is now in a darkness. He doesn't know where Cang Ruo's predecessors are. It can be said that the enemy is dark and I am clear. After thinking for a moment, Luo gradually decided to take the Naduan out. He didn't know how this sacred demon would know about Nayong, but even if he wanted to hide this Naduan, he would have to be a demon. Respecting the strength, it is completely easy to find out this.

Luo gradually cleared out the Nayong, respectfully said: "Predecessors, the Moqing predecessors gave this narrative to the younger generation."

The next moment, a breeze swept through the palm of Luo Qingqing, and the Nayong also disappeared.

After a long time, Cang Ruo’s hoarse laughter sounded, and he smiled helplessly.

After listening to him for a long time, Luo gradually cleared and couldn’t help but say: "Predecessors."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Cang Ruo said: "Mo Qing’s willingness has been received, but for the rest of his life, the deity never owes him to Mo Qing and Jiu Lian, only they owe the deity. You said, why should the devil help him? Complete your wishes and help you?"

Luo gradually stunned.

His brain turned quickly, and almost instantly understood the meaning of Cang Ruo Zun.

He never imagined that there would be such a thing in the precepts of the Moqing predecessors. More than a decade ago, he got this martial art from the predecessors of Mo Qing. The predecessors of Mo Qing only said that he hoped that he would never use this martial art and would never open it. From that moment on, Mo Qing’s predecessors knew that one day they would run into this sacred demon, and he was swallowed by him.

Luo gradually calmed down for a moment and calmed down: "Predecessors seem to know that the younger generation is practicing the same exercises as Jiu Lian's ancestors. In the illusion of the younger generation, they saw the failure of Jiu Lian's ancestors and the hatred of their predecessors. The predecessors, the younger generation of daring to ask a sentence, what you hate, in the end is Jiu Lian master, or heaven?"

"What's the difference."

Luo gradually smiled slightly: "There is a difference in nature. The failure of Jiu Lian's ancestors led to the fall of hundreds of people, and it also caused the two families to no longer reproduce the glory of the past. But if it is said that the nine ancestors are The loser, the day is the initiator. You also know that the reason why Jiu Lian’s ancestors want to overthrow this day is not only their own, but also the fact that no one has been immortal for thousands of years."

Cang did not answer.

Luo gradually cleared and said: "Jiu Lian's ancestors perceive the difference between heaven and earth, and this is determined to cover the sky. He did everything for everyone who survived under the heavens. He failed, it was his fault, but the real The enemy, shouldn't it be the day?"

Cang Ruo still did not say anything.

Luo gradually cleared and said: "The younger generation once heard a predecessor say that Jiu Lian's ancestors only cultivated to the seventh floor of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", and they can no longer go further. Nowadays, the younger generation has already done this. "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" has been cultivated to the sixth floor, and soon will reach the realm of Jiu Lian's ancestors. Although the strength is far less than Jiu Lian's ancestors, but the younger generation is the 30,000 years, the only one has the opportunity to go again. The person who wins the sky!"

Cang Ruo whispered: "So, you want