"Stop. ”

It's like sitting in a movie theater watching a long movie, and the audience sitting in the seats below is already asleep, but the broadcaster is still tirelessly trying to instill in these sleeping people their own ideas of unknown meaning.

That would be futile, and it wouldn't have been so troublesome if you wanted to make a point.

"Oh, if you insist, then I'll stop, but one day you'll find the lost piece of history yourself. ”

The Lonely Lantern Daoist put away the magic power in his hand, and the small white cloud turned into mist and dispersed cleanly, and under Mo Ye's perception, there was not even a drop of water that could prove its existence.

With a flick of his fingers, he denied the existence of a cloud, although it was only a detail, and if Mo Xie did not have an almost subtle perception, I am afraid that he would not be able to observe this detail intuitively.

You don't have to raise your hand to destroy a city to be called powerful, but destroying a city and destroying all the life in it is not commendable - it just means that you can't control your power.

"The core rules of the Heavenly Realm have been destroyed, and I don't plan to fix it myself. After playing for so long, and still at a one-to-one time, without even fast-forwarding, the lone lantern man yawned, and it looked like he was a little tired.

Of course, this is by no means tired, just boring, after all, for an existence of his level, even if a more serious accident occurs and destroys a plane, he will not have a big reaction.

After all, he didn't do less to destroy a plane himself.

"I made the mistake, and I should be responsible for the consequences. ”

Lowering his head, looking down at the earth, Mo Xie sighed.

Previously, the footage broadcast by the Lone Lantern Daoist only showed the scene where the endless black gas engulfed the entire City of Angels, and there was also a sub-screen of the interior scene in the Tower of Babel. There was only a mutilated silhouette in that picture, and the low-level angels who had been planted by Lin Ming and dragged into the dream world were asleep, completely unaware that this Tower of Babel had become the only isolated island in the sea of black gas.

However, even the fall of the Tower of Babel, which is protected by the rules, is only a matter of time.

Endless black qi was surging, and it was constantly attacking the tower.

The whiteness that had fallen from above had begun to fade, and the glow attached to the tower had become more and more dim.

This tower could not protect the creatures inside, and the laws of heaven could no longer protect the angels who supported it in the face of these black qi.

At this moment, perhaps the greatest consolation is that there is no angel in the floor that Lin Ming has passed through that is still awake.

Dying in your sleep may be a more comfortable way to die...... right?

Who knows?

Anyway, at this moment, Mo Ye no longer has room to accuse Lin Ming of being a murderer, after all, Lin Ming's killing methods are relatively humane, and the whole process is almost painless.

And what about yourself?

Mo Ye felt the sword qi that was still entrenched in his dantian at this moment, and a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

Lin Ming is no longer there, but this sword qi still stubbornly exists, and now it seems that its harm is probably no less than Lin Ming.

"Hey, how are you going to be responsible, what are you going to be responsible for?" As if hearing some kind of joke, the Lone Lantern Daoist laughed, and there was a slight sarcasm in his smile.

"I don't know. ”

Suspended in the air, Mo Ye was silent for a long time before saying this.

Liability?

In any case, the demise of the creatures in this city is inseparable from him, and if he hadn't used the forbidden art here out of his own selfish desires, this place would not have become what it is now.

It's just that he doesn't have a choice, or rather, he himself thinks he doesn't have a choice.

Lin Ming was a tumor that had to be removed from him, at least he thought it was.

He couldn't tolerate Lin Ming's style of treating life like a mustard.

It's just that now, he can only use words like "It's good that I didn't use forbidden techniques outside" to ease his conscience a little.

"Hey, bad news for you. The Lone Lantern Daoist looked at Mo Ye with a playful expression, and he seemed to think that the expression on Mo Ye's face who said the words 'I don't know' was extremely interesting.

"The 'forbidden technique' you used this time is of no use other than to seriously injure yourself and bring down the entire Heavenly Realm. ”

The Lone Lantern Daoist was too lazy to continue selling Guanzi, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled a deep ravine in this already dilapidated space.

The clouds were torn apart at the edge of the ravine, shattering into countless pieces, and a chaotic and fierce aura emanated from the ravine.

The depths of this ditch were black, and the black of the riot was constantly trying to overflow from the ravine, but they were all restrained by an invisible force.

This is a spatial rift, which directly crosses the entire heaven and earth, as if to redefine the boundary between heaven and earth.

The Lone Lantern Daoist held out his hand to the darkness, and he beckoned there.

A black lens flew out from the depths of the deep black crack and was caught by the Lone Lantern Daoist.

"Come, smell and see. ”

The Lone Lantern Daoist threw this lens to Mo Ye, and said casually, as if he had just done a trivial thing just now, instead of pulling a large spatial crack between this broken world.

"What is this ......?"

Mo Xie caught the black crystal, and he penetrated his perception into it.

The lens and the spatial rift had a similar aura, and they were both chaotic, but in this chaos, Mo Ye sensed a familiar 'smell' - or a trace.

"That's right, Lin Ming is still alive. ”

The Lone Lantern Daoist replied in the affirmative, and for some reason, there was a trace of remembrance in his eyes.

"How is that possible?"

Mo Ye couldn't believe this, how did Lin Ming survive when the entire Heavenly Realm was in ruins?

And if he survived, where would he be now?

"Lin Ming has gone to other worlds that are connected to the Heavenly Realm, and unfortunately, the Heavenly Realm, like the Holy Scriptures, is connected to many worlds. The lonely lantern man put away his reminiscing look and replaced it with his usual expression.

"What?"

Mo Xie almost fell from the sky.

"Master, we must catch up! Otherwise, many people will suffer!"

For the first time, he called the master of the Lonely Lantern Daoist in person, but it was a pity that although he used honorifics, the Lonely Lantern Daoist did not intend to meet the request of this "stupid apprentice".

"Believe me, there will be no more people suffering than the entire Heavenly Realm combined. The Lone Lantern Daoist turned around and casually closed the spatial crack, just like he had done in the chaotic space.

"But ......!"

Mo Xie still wanted to argue something, but he didn't even understand the context after a long time.

It's all his fault, from the beginning.

Manufacture of Linming.

It's his fault.

gave the old sword saint too much hope, so that the other party could leave the seed of sword qi behind.

It's his fault.

In the end, he fell out with Lin Ming, and did everything to 'expel Lin Ming', which led to the collapse of the realm of heaven.

Or is it his fault.

He didn't do anything right.

Mo Xie suddenly felt that he should die, maybe he should really have received a request from the civilians in the City of Angels, so that he would have a chance to clean up the mess he left behind before things got to a certain point.

It's just that he doesn't have a chance anymore.

Staying in this huge tomb, Mo Ye felt an unprecedented sense of guilt.

"Why is this happening?"

He asked suddenly.

Why?