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Bu Lingguan looked at the young people in front of him, and there was gradually some sadness and pathos in his eyes.

If these young people can become the leaders of the Six Realms, then the world will ...... There's always going to be some change, right?

But time is running out.

The fears that lurk in the darkness are about to surface, and their appearance will bring unimaginable chaos and killing to the world.

In the face of the terrifying power, he needs to be more terrifying to contend with it.

In troubled times, only a strong force can protect something and build something, otherwise everything is just in vain.

Therefore, the Great Ming Venerable must come to this world.

Once one of the nine most powerful emperors in the world, he was given the title of light, and he believed that the arrival of this emperor would always change something.

So he could only say sorry to these young people who were sacrificed, and then take all the sins on himself.

Sitting next to Shen Fangsi and the skirt, the drunken Wugui slowly placed two empty wine gourds next to the heads of Shen Fangsi and the skirt, not because he was stingy, but because he did not have a drop of wine anymore.

He never drinks because he thinks it tastes good, but only because he wants to get drunk.

But he wasn't drunk.

Even if he fused perfectly with the body, the paralysis of the body's body could not intoxicate his spirit.

But he kept drinking, hoping that he would get drunk one day, so that he would no longer have to think about his mission, his duty.

However he was not drunk.

After killing Su Koumei, he drank countless wines, but he only remembered more and more that Su Koumei had tricked him into drinking.

Drunk and didn't return, he let out a long sigh, stood up, looked at Bu Lingguan's figure and said slowly: "What I want to do has been completed, I don't want to stay here anymore." ”

Bu Lingguan turned sideways slightly, looking drunk and not returning, he nodded slowly, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Take the remains of your friends with you too...... Find a good place to bury them. ”

"No, seeing them makes me want to die. Drunk and unreturned, let out a bleak wry smile, clenched his fists, and no longer looked at the remains of Shen Fangsi and his skirt, he took out a book and a scroll, and threw them at Mu Shaoen.

Mu Shaoen took the book and scroll with his hand, and bowed slightly to the drunk.

"Then I'll ...... Farewell. Drunk, he turned around and walked out of the corpse mountain, leaving only a lonely figure.

"But begging the gold bottle to get drunk, the past is like a dream. ”

The loud shouts of drunken people came from the other side of the corpse mountain, full of bitterness and sadness.

"It's really ...... Disgusting. Su Cuo sneered coldly, even though he could hear that the pathos in his voice did not have the slightest hint of hypocrisy, but he couldn't really think how sad it was to be drunk.

If you really grieve to such an extent, why do you need to do it?

Mu Shaoen's expression was slightly solemn.

He knew how sad it was for Shen Fangsi and the skirt to be drunk and not return.

Just like Su Ningmei's death, it also made it very sad to get drunk and not return.

But if he is drunk, he must keep a promise, even if it makes him so miserable that he would rather die than live until now.

After all, no one is hard-hearted, and no one wants to live up to the trust of those close to them.

"Hehe, Great Genius Su, you better take care of yourself, among the remaining few people, it seems that you have the heaviest killing. Feng Qiwu said with a sneer.

Su Cuo looked at Feng Qiwu's eyes with a little contempt, and after a long time, he sneered and said, "Look at your appearance, it seems to be a dog." ”

Feng Qiwu's eyes instantly contracted, and he stepped forward more and more, but was blocked by Mu Shaoen's sword.

"Don't move. Mu Shaoen frowned and said, "It's not yet up to you to call the shots. ”

Feng Qiwu sneered a few times, and then sneered: "Senior Brother Mu, your junior brother is dead, your junior sister ...... is also about to die, and you are the only one left in the entire Sanmiao Palace, and the Sanmiao Palace is where you speak alone, yes or no?"

Feng Qiwu thought of Mu Shaoen's intentions as sinister and extremely vicious, and his tone was full of a cynical tone, like a poisonous snake, so that no one would feel the slightest pleasure.

But Mu Shaoen looked at Feng Qiwu expressionlessly, without any thoughts, it seemed that he was already indifferent, and it didn't matter.

"Did you say that your good junior brother Chu Feng was thinking in his heart before he died, save me, save me, Senior Brother Mu save me!"

Feng Qiwu pretended to be frightened defiantly, screaming, roaring, raising his hands and waving continuously, as if he was really asking for help, and then he looked at Mu Shaoen's wooden face and let out a burst of crazy laughter, as if he was a madman who had lost his mind.

"Actually, you want to kill them with your own hands, right?"

A cold light flashed in Mu Shaoen's eyes, and the rusty sword in his hand mercilessly pierced Feng Qiwu's chest and abdomen.

"You're getting more and more disgusting. Mu Shaoen said, reaching out to wipe the blood on the sword, as if he didn't want the blood to defile the sword.

Feng Qiwu staggered back a few steps, covering his wounds, blood staining his palms and gushing out.

But Feng Qiwu was neither sad nor angry, he just continued to laugh presumptuously, laughing while shouting loudly: "Come on, come on, come and kill me, just like you killed Uncle Lu, just like Chu Feng killed my father and uncle, my Fengming Villa is destined to be extent in the hands of your Sanmiao Palace, come and kill me!"

Feng Qiwu said as he walked quickly towards Mu Shaoen, the light in his eyes becoming extremely chaotic and dim.

Mu Shaoen knew that Feng Qiwu had lost his mind, so he just walked away silently.

Ling Guan was slightly annoyed by the farce behind him, he knew that it was the emptiness after Feng Qiwu's revenge that devoured Feng Qiwu's mind, Feng Qiwu had probably completely lost his direction, and he no longer knew where his life should go.

Revenge is never pleasant.

The stronger the hatred, the more emptiness is felt at the moment when revenge succeeds.

Especially those who regard revenge as the only goal in life, after revenge, they will fall into a state of confusion, no longer find the direction and motivation to move forward, and thus be completely swallowed up by emptiness.

So Bu Lingguan doesn't like revenge, and he doesn't think that revenge is a kind of justice, but no one can deny that revenge is a natural emotion.

Bu Lingguan looked at Su Cuo, was silent for a moment, and then said, "You have killed a lot with your own joy and anger

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