MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 145

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Luo’s voice gradually thundered and thundered in the endless darkness.

However, it has not responded for a long time.

Heaven is no longer blocking, and the Thunder is no longer squatting down the road. There is no end to the dark road. Only Luo gradually clears one person and stands alone. He waited for a moment, did not wait for any sound, so the lip corner hook, suddenly turned his hand and took out a **** jade card.

This jade card is a piece of treasure that Luo gradually cleared in the remains of Beidou Zhenjun more than 100 years ago.

At that time, Beidou Zhenjun told Luo to gradually say that this was a magic weapon he had accidentally obtained, but at that time Luo gradually became suspicious. Because this magic weapon is too horrible, if it is really the magic weapon of Beidou Zhenjun, why is the Beidou Zhenjun only able to bear the Yuan Ying period, and will still die in the Yitian Mountains?

This magic weapon is the martial arts jade card of the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu".

"Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" is a Xuan Lingzi who gave Luo gradually clear the hand of Beidou Zhenjun. Over the years, Luo gradually cleared without any dependence. If there is no "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", he is not even a heavenly place. Rong, can't cultivate. But now, he is looking at the **** jade card coldly, pinching his fingers and crushing this jade card!

boom!

A powerful force fluctuated from the jade card, shaking off the layers of spiritual power.

The fragments of the jade card hang down from the gradually clearing palm of the hand. This spiritual impact does not cause any damage to his body. However, after the jade card is broken, there is still no difference. Looking at this scene, Luo gradually clears the smile on his lips a little deeper, and his eyes flashed with a sigh of anger. Suddenly, Luo gradually raised his hand to the Qinglian jade lamp.

When the palm of the hand was carrying the Qinglian jade lamp, the horrible pressure of the smashed the attack of Luo Qingqing, forming an enchantment in the body of the Qinglian jade lamp.

At this moment, the Qinglian jade lamp slowly flew from the hands of Luo gradually cleared, and hovered in the air.

The Qinglian Yuan on the jade lamp turned into a blue streamer, and quickly flew back to the Dantian in Luo gradually cleared. But the lamp still spinning quietly, without the Qinglian Yuanshen, it can no longer shine, but the wick will send the stock out of the force, so that the two ignition stars will not die.

The slender wick reflected in the clear pupil. For a long time, Luo gradually sighed and said: "Qingjun's predecessors waited for 30,000 years, just to see you. Since you are always there, why... I just don’t want to see him again, and he has the only wish in his life."

Hey!

On the Qinglian jade lamp, a sparking star suddenly flashed.

The thunder of thunder rang in this rich darkness, deafening, but there was no lightning. On the Qinglian jade lamp, a layer of quiet radiance flashed, and the light became brighter and brighter, and the light became brighter, but the brilliance shined on the heavens and the earth.

Luo gradually condensed his throat and looked at it seriously. Then he finally saw the man.

When this illusory figure appeared between heaven and earth, it seemed as if time had stagnated for a moment, and everything was turned into nothingness in the ear of Luo gradually clearing. He couldn't hear the forces that were hidden in the darkness, and couldn't hear the heartbeat of the powers of countless nobles on the earth. The world was controlled by the man in front of him. It was only a moment, but it was like a million years.

Jiu Lian Zun, the third peak of the Taihua Mountain Yufeng Peak, is also the most powerful power between heaven and earth after the death of the beast.

He has a pair of sharp and sharp eyes, his eyebrows are like a blade, his face is frosty, and when he is slightly coveted, it looks like a vast sea of ​​pounds. A white coat stands on the top of everything, and the momentum is heroic and solemn. The soul has already shaken this sky, and it is breathtaking.

Luo gradually cleared this kind of monk in this life. No one can bring up a bit of doubt in front of such a person.

After truly seeing Jiu Lian Zun, Luo gradually became clear and ignorant, why 30,000 years ago, the celestial demon of the Xuan Tiantian continent was willing to fight back, and Jiu Lian joined forces to win the sky; why is the fascinating Mohist Mo Qing, Willing to cooperate with Jiu Lian and trust the whole tour with all my heart.

In the illusion of Cang Ruo Zun Zun, Luo gradually saw the sixty-four demon statues, and saw the more than 80 humanities who died in the northern part of the country. They saw the purple eyes and saw the ink green. The only thing that can't be seen is the face of Jiulian.

Now, he finally saw it.

I finally understood why a person can let Yuxi Peak for 30,000 years, and use the life of each of the peaks to maintain the life lamp that is about to be extinguished!

However, even if the heart is horrified, Luo Qingqing is only a momentary mistake, and it will return to calm. His eyes calmly looked at the peers in front of him, and they were not humble. They looked at each other and did not use spiritual power. In just one moment, there were countless confrontations.

boom!

An explosion sounded outside the two.

Luo gradually cleared the scorpion slightly, clenched the mysterious sword and the frosted sword in his hands, and he had to move again in the future, but he saw that Jiu Lian Zun was slightly coveted, looking at the one between his fingers with nostalgic look. Accepting the ring, then suddenly squatting, took the narrative.

"There is a breath of darkness on this." When he spoke, it seemed like a gentle sigh from ancient times. "He said, you can take the sky."

Luo gradually raised the frost floating sword, pointing to this illusory figure, and the sword's tip condensed with the mighty power. He stared coldly at Jiu Lian Zun, his voice was extremely cold: "Yes, I want to take the sky. And Jiu Lian Zun... You are this day!"

Rumble!

The thunder of the road blew up beside Luo Qingqing and Jiu Lian, squatting in their bodies, but they never reached them.

Jiu Lian did not answer the question of Luo gradually clearing. He gently rubbed the little na-ring, and there was nothing in it, but his gaze was still not moved away.

Luo gradually waited patiently, and Jiu Lian Supreme looked at the Nayong ring seriously. After the light passed away, he was hoarse and whispered softly. "You just changed the realm of the early days of God. It was too early." You can't beat me, you have to wait another thousand years."

Luo gradually calmly looked down: "Don't you reach the end of the gods, you will be able to comprehend the last two wins."

Jiu Lian was shocked.

Luo gradually calmed down, and he slowly spoke up and told the facts he had guessed: "Three thousand years ago, many of the great powers were nearing the limit, and you can't wait any longer, and you can't see the last two." You took the risk. At that time, you came to my step, and faced with my choice now - whether it is difficult to retreat or continue to move forward."

"What you choose is to move on. Since then, the sixty-four demon statues have fallen into the dry mountains, and the eighty-one souls are scattered."

"Before Mo Qing is about to fly away, you will try your best to give up and finally save him dying."

"Then, you began to refine the nine lotus green ink."

Three thousand years ago, on this dark and narrow road, a white figure rushed forward and was invincible. He finished the five-character scorpion at a very fast speed, breaking through the restrictions of Heaven on all things in one fell swoop, and then taking the sun and the moon, and then taking the reincarnation!

After all, Jiu Lian was Jiu Lian. He walked here easily and used only a moment.

Then in the next eighth, he spent a hundred years, can not advance half a step, and finally make the sixty-four demon statues fall, the eighty-one souls flutter. In order to save the purple scorpion demon, the strength of Cang Ruo Demind clearly surpassed Mo Qing, but still died before Mo Qing. And Mo Qing has always kept his promise and kept in a cave outside the mountains of the dry hills, waiting for the Cang Ruo demon to squander himself and report his endless hatred towards Jiu Lian.

When the last ray was about to squat on Mo Qing, Jiu Lian could no longer stand it. He split the Yuanshen, escaped the dark road, and saved the ink green, but it was inevitable after all, and the ink green was already exhausted.

So, began to refine the nine products Shen Dan.

Quasi-Danfang, looking for Lingbao.

A Jiulian Qing Modan, only to save the dark **** of the Qing, but Mo Qing did not wait.

Before the end of his life, Mo Qing kept his promise and returned to the cave outside the mountains of Baishan, and closed his eyes forever.

"If you want to retaliate against Jiulian, I am waiting for you from a hundred miles away." You are a thousand knives, eroding your heart, my ink blue... Dai Jiulian has been! 』

A promise, it has been kept for 30,000 years. Mo Qing buried the bones of the north, and together with the tragic death of hundreds of people.

This is the truth of the 145th Sovereign's tragic death.

Luo gradually calmed down and said calmly, as if to say something that had nothing to do with himself, but the words were cold and stabbed. In the past few decades, he has stepped through the rules of heaven and gradually linked many things together.

In the words of Mo Qing, the illusion of Cang Ruoxun, the broken memory of Qingjun.

All of this is about a ruthless and cruel truth, a truth that has been buried for 30,000 years.

The medicinal herb once said that when it was born, it didn't get anyone's attention. It didn't even want to run away. It just stayed beside the Dan furnace and looked at the person who was crying and fainting.

In the darkness of the body, Jiu Lian is crying.

The nine lotus lords of the world, the arrogant and fascinating Jiu Lian sage, almost collapsed at that time. Because of his mistakes, the blood was stained with the northernmost land; because of his mistakes, he lost the most important friend of his life.

At that moment, there is no more power in the world, and there is only one Jiulian and one northernmost land that is watered by blood.

On the undulating peaks of the mountains, a white sage stands in the wind, and long hair dances with the wind. He tiptoe a little, flew between the two peaks, using the spiritual power as a string, playing with the jade piano, playing a quiet and quiet mourning.

This song has been played for a total of one hundred and forty-five years.

In the first year, it was a demon statue.

In the second year, it was the purple demon.

In the third year, it was Ming Jia.

Fourth year, fifth year, sixth year...

In the last 145th year, it was only one person.

The sound of the piano twirled, and the grief was so painful. Every sound was like a weeping blood, and the tears condensed the sound.

After playing this song, the white dresser clenched his hands and the jade piano collapsed. He carried a long sword and rushed to the sky, one person to win the sky!

Luo gradually clears the most cruel reality with the calmest voice. He said one word at a time, there is no ridicule, but every sentence is red | barely unveiled a bone of 30,000 years ago. The embarrassing facts, the words are bleeding. However, when he said "you succeeded in taking the sky", Jiu Lian gave a low smile and let Luo gradually look up to him.

"I am heaven, but heaven is not me." Holding that little ring, Jiu Lian smiled lightly and said calmly: "The eighth is, I can't understand it after all. But I am afraid of death, I don't want to be with the ink and the green, and I will always dissipate in this world, so I succeeded in taking the sky and only won half of the day."

Luo gradually cleared his body.

"I am mean and shameless, I am ruthless, I am stealing."

"I know that there can only be one chance. I will not give up earlier. So I am so tired that I will be so devastated that I will be smashed by the purple, and I will be squandered by hundreds of people, even if I am tired. When I start a second chance, I already knew that I could never succeed, but I still took the sky. When I was about to die, I was scared when I faced two choices."

"Luo gradually clears, if it gives you a chance, you are willing to choose the soul to fly, or become this day!"

Luo gradually cleared the silence and did not answer.

Jiu Lian’s deep eyes flashed a glimmer of light: “I chose to be this day. Since then, the heavenly way exists, Jiu Lian does not die, but Jiu Lian is no longer Jiulian, I will grow forever, but have no right to choose. ""

Tiandao is Jiulian, but Jiulian is not a heaven. He took the day, but he also captured him.

Jiulian shares eternal life with Heaven, but it is only alive, living in the most painful way forever. He looked at the collapse of the dry mountain range where the sixty-four demon statues were located. He watched the hurricane of the Fengshen Sea blowing out the singularity of a human race. He looked at the Mohist day. The defeat is no longer the head of the family. It is also seen that the descendants of Mo Qing were expelled to the cold desert and suffered.

He used his eyes and looked at 30,000 years.

Seeing that the Terran and the Yaozu did not share the sky, they saw the blood of the two great mens filled with the Xuantian continent.

For 30,000 years, no one has become a fairy; for 30,000 years, the sea has been sown!

What is all this for? Why is Heaven so harsh on the billions of creatures in the heavens! Why is there no one on the Xuantian continent that can become a fairy! Everything seems to be going to a fixed setting, as if anyone has set up a ring of the road, letting everything in the world follow his trajectory and move forward step by step.

Jiu Lian smiled slightly. He held the little na-ring and said that he was laughing, but pale and powerless. He was only a smashing soul, attached to the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu", he did not have a lot of spiritual power, even if he did not know when, it would quietly dissipate.

Luo gradually calmed his throat and didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he still did not put down the frost-fighting sword pointing to Jiu Lian Zun, but solemnly asked: "You can not manipulate the heavens?"

Jiu Lian gently shook his head: "I am a god, I am no longer me."

Luo gradually calmed down: "Then how do I overthrow you."

Jiulian Road: "You are too weak, just like the Mingjia of the year, not as good as the blue, not as good as the past, not as good as I used to, but I have already integrated into the heavens."

Luo gradually cleared but firmly decided: "How do I overthrow you!"

Jiulian looked a glimpse: "Understanding the eighth win, I have the possibility of overthrowing me. But I know that you can't go back later at this moment. I am just a remnant of the soul, a trace of obsession, a sleep of 30,000. Years, no spiritual power. I can't do too much for you, but today, I take you to the end."

On the long and narrow black road, a glimpse of the Qinglian jade lamp slowly guides the road ahead. There was no lightning or thunder on this road, but there was a faint wind blowing from a distance, blowing the hair of Luo gradually clearing back.

When I reached the ninth step, Luo gradually cleared his eyes and there was a shining line. He shunned to the side and continued to move forward.

However, going further, there are more and more such lines. In the end, it is already inevitable, forming a light curtain, blocking the front of Luo gradually clear. On this light curtain, time flies and flies, reflected in the eyes of Luo gradually clearing, so that his spirit is shocked, and he will sink into it.

Another blink of an eye, it turned out to be Yu Yufeng.

The bamboo forest is hazy, and with the breeze blowing, the two elegant bamboo houses are hidden between the green bamboos. Luo gradually cleared a piece of bamboo leaves and stepped forward. Before leaving the bamboo forest, he saw a white figure standing in the medicine pot in front of the bamboo house, nourishing these heaven and earth spirits with spiritual power.

The man looked up and saw Luo gradually clear, his face was cold, and faintly said: "It’s getting clear, why did this go so long?"

Luo gradually smiled and stepped forward, gently holding this person, the latter strangely smashed the big scorpion, and had no time to say the second sentence, the illusion would burst.

When Luo gradually cleared his eyes again, Jiu Lian Zun was clinging to the green lotus lamp, standing beside him and staring at him calmly. Luo gradually cleared his head, and Jiu Lian Zun also nodded slightly. Luo gradually lifted up the frost floating sword and used the powerful spirit to run the "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu". A sword pierced the light curtain and continued to move. Go forward.

Then, it is the second light.

This time the illusion is in the windy city of Wusha, Luo gradually clears the shoulders of the person, waiting for the purchase of wind cake. After buying this piece of wind cake, Luo gradually took a bite, then smiled and smacked his lips, and actively reached out to feed the person.

The man was quite flattered, and Zhang ate a small piece. Luo gradually smiled and asked: "Master, what is the taste?"

The man thought for a moment and whispered: "It's cool."

Luo gradually smiled: "I think... very bitter."

The next moment, the illusion broke again.

With the appearance of the light curtains, Luo gradually became more and more fascinated by the illusion. Jiu Lian’s remnant soul clung to his own life lamp and waited quietly on the side. This illusion is useless to him. He is not worried about whether Luo Qingqing will be trapped in the illusion, but he will only look at Luo's calm and calm look. His eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

When the two came to an end, a light curtain was placed in front of Luo Qingqing.

This time, Luo gradually closed his eyes, and after three days and three nights, he opened again.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were wet and there was a tear in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, Jiu Lian finally couldn't help but ask: "Your strength is far less than that of the original, so when you encounter the light curtain formed by this long river, you can't directly break it. But I never thought about it, you actually Can break through the illusion at such a fast speed. What are you encountering in the illusion?"

When I first raised it, Luo gradually calmed down early, and the eyes were dark and the old well had no waves.

"What have I met? Jiulian Zun, I think that when you win the world for the second time, your strength will be greatly reduced, and you should be stopped in front of this last light curtain. What did you encounter at that time?"

Jiu Lian looked like a meal. For a long time, he said four words: "Mo Qing hates me."

Luo gradually asked: "How long have you spent, out of this illusion?"

Jiulian voice calmed down: "I never walked out of the illusion, and finally broke the illusion by force." After a pause, Jiu Lian asked, "What about you?"

Luo gradually turned his head and looked at the wall of the light curtain. He gently opened his mouth, and there was no undulation in his voice, but he seemed to have died long ago, and he could no longer say any incitement and sorrow.

He said: "Twenty years ago, in order to find opportunities, I returned to the nightmare and met the dream of a million years. It shaped a fantasy. I stayed there for a whole ten years and finally saw it. This time, I met the same illusion. In that illusion, I lost the most important person in my life. Then I tried to get him back, but he disappeared forever and could no longer be reborn."

Jiu Lian hangs his throat: "Is your Taoist?"

Luo gradually cleared his voice and said calmly: "It is my Taoist, he has been dead for many years. I have no concern in this life, I just want to take the sky."

At the moment when the voice fell, the blue sword light rose and the wall of the light curtain was smashed!

What appeared in front of Luo Qingqing was a long river with a history. The river is not turbulent, but it is filled with years of breath, countless memories in this river sinking ups and downs. In this river, Luo gradually saw Mu Tianxin, saw Wei Qiongyin, saw Zuo Yunmo, and saw the understanding of Zizi...

There are also Huo Yuchong, Xiu Si, Wen Longzi, Zhao Xianzi, Qi Xingzi, Guanglingzi, Yuqingzi...

There are also Susu, ghost ancestors, Baiji, Baijia ancestors, Jianxiao ancestors, Minghua fairy, Fengsi fairy, Buddha, Master of Spirit...

There is Yin Ji, there is a shackle, there is a criminal crisis, there is a singularity...

There are Qin Guihe, Qin Siyi, Yi, Yunxiang...

There are purple eyes, there are Cang Ruo, there are ink green, there are Jiu Lian...

There is also Mo Qiu.

and also……

No sound.

Looking at the figure of the white dress like Hua, Luo gradually lifted the black spirit sword and cut a **** mouth in his palm. He was stained with blood and painted a symbol in the air. As he fell, every time in the long river, one person disappeared.

The Broken Soul was gone, the Excalibur was gone, the Flying Flower was gone, and the Yuanzong was gone.

The white family disappeared, the cloud family disappeared... The eight great families disappeared one by one.

Then, the Yaozu is gone.

The Magic Road Palace is gone.

Taihua Mountain is gone.

When Luo gradually cleared the last stroke, in the long river of the years, the white sage suddenly turned around, and the cold face condensed with a very light smile. He stared seriously at Luo and gradually did not speak, just watching it quietly.

Luo gradually cleared his fingers and did not fall on this pen. His fingers trembled fiercely, and a tear screamed at his fingertips. He never dropped the pen.

As time went by, Jiu Lian waited quietly on the side, and the tears fell from Luo’s eyes.

Hey! Luo gradually cleared the final stroke.

boom!

The white robes violently dissipated, and the long river suddenly collapsed.

The sixth prize of "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" won the night and the night, and won the sky!