"Happy? No, not yet. He hasn't answered my question yet. Mo looked down at the 'monster' on the ground. It's a pity, I don't know if the other party didn't hear it or didn't have the extra mental energy to think, and it was still just screaming and struggling while repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"What's the problem?" Qingming asked strangely.

"......" Mo was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the other party, "No, this is not important for the time being, now I have a question I would like to ask the Holy Master." ”

Qingming shook his head, "My lord doesn't dare to be, if there is anything wrong with His Highness Mo, he should know everything and say everything." ”

"My question is very simple, Master Saint, why did you kill this 'person'?"

"......" Qingming blinked, looking at Mo puzzled, "Hmm...... I don't really understand the meaning of His Highness Mo's words......"

"Then let me put it another way, why does 'he' have to die?" Mo pointed to the figure on the ground, "It stands to reason that the other party has not attacked humans since he was born, no, he should have suppressed himself not to attack humans." When the guards in the village set up an ambush to attack him, he just fled and did not fight back. Why does the Holy Master think that 'he' deserves to die? ”

"......" Hearing this, Qingming was silent for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "I understand what His Highness Mo meant. I don't want to choose this way either, if I can. However, this is a helpless choice. ”‘

"Although 'he' still seems to be barely able to maintain a trace of his consciousness before his death, in fact, as a human 'he' has long since died." Qingming shook his head, although there was some regret in his expression, but he was even more resolute: "Even if he can barely keep himself from attacking ordinary people now, how long can this 'sanity' be maintained." Rather than let him continue to suffer like this, it is better to give him an end. ”

"I see, I don't kill him because I have 'killed someone' in the past, but because I will 'kill someone' in the future, so I want to kill him." Mo concluded.

"This ......" Qingming was speechless for a moment, then showed a wry smile again, nodded and admitted: "Your Highness Mo, you are right, I chose to kill him now because he would 'kill' in the future." If His Highness Ruomo is not willing to 'dirty' his hands, then he can do it for him. ”

Mo shook his head, "Dirty?" No, I never mind killing. The corpses of the 'other' or 'kind' that have died at my hands over the years are piled up enough to fill this valley. However, this is my prey, and it is not up to you to decide whether he lives or dies. ”

While saying these words, Mo's eyes became more and more indifferent, as if he was telling the facts that this world should not be taken for granted.

Qingming sighed lightly and shook his head, "Your Highness Mo, do you really plan to protect this 'corpse monster'?" You also know the Taoist ideals of non-my race, Your Highness Bimo. No matter how much he retains the 'sanity' in front of him, he is no longer human. What's more, judging from the current situation, his so-called 'sanity' will not be retained for long. ”

"Keep it? No, I've never had the boring interest in 'protecting' anyone. Mo raised the wooden sword in his hand to eye level, as if measuring a work of art, "I mean, if you want to 'snatch' this prey from me, then show me your weapon." ”

"This ...... I don't know what His Highness Mo wants to do? Qingming smiled bitterly.

"A sword, as long as you can take my sword, then give this 'prey' to you."

"This ......" Hearing this, Qingming hesitated for a moment, and now he didn't understand what the other party was thinking at all, if it was because of youth and frivolity, he couldn't see this meaning at all from the other party's expressionless face......

"Since His Royal Highness Mo has asked for this, I will give it a try."

Mo nodded, and slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, as if gathering momentum.

The wind blew slowly, driving the thick fog around to drift slowly. At first, it was just an imperceptible breeze, but in the blink of an eye, the cries of the wind could be heard clearly. The thick fog seemed to be stirred by an invisible vortex, swept in, and surged towards a central point.

And at the center of this sudden whirlpool was the wooden sword held high in Mo's hand, the wind that was supposed to be invisible, because it stirred the fog and made its trajectory clearly visible. In fact, if you look directly above the valley, you can see a huge mist-like vortex taking shape in the very center of the valley, and the center of the vortex is like a bottomless abyss that is endlessly devouring everything......

This is...... The relaxed look that had been hanging on Qingming's face slowly converged, and with a flick of his sleeves, a series of talismans appeared in front of him, and then arranged various mysterious trajectories, layered on top of each other, and protective techniques continued to emerge in front of him......

The wind continued to howl and grow, and it was only a breath of time, but the valley was like a hurricane, sweeping through everything in the valley.

Soon, Qingming noticed something more unusual, and the temperature in the valley was dropping sharply. In an instant, the ground and the rock wall were stained with a layer of frost. The whirlwind of the call sign rolled up patches of ice and snow, as if in an instant, a cold winter had descended, and everything fell into silence.

And the bottomless 'abyss' on the other side is still tearing and devouring endlessly, as if everything in this space is going to be swallowed up together......

In Qingming's line of sight, the other party's 'wooden sword' that was like a bottomless abyss was really completely devouring everything in this world. The heat, aura, vitality, and even the infinite death, resentment, yin energy, and so on that originally permeated the valley were all plundered and gathered by the other party's 'sword' like a 'black hole'.

Even the various techniques he had laid down seemed to be shaken by this terrifying suction, and he seemed to be crumbling. Qingming, whose expression became more and more solemn, stretched out his right hand, held the magic seal, and blessed it on his protective technique, so that the light of the technique that was about to flicker was finally stabilized again.

Soon, the whole valley was covered in thick ice, and endless wind and snow were crying, as if lamenting the 'terror' that was about to befall them. And the 'corpse monster' that seemed so 'fierce' before, and couldn't be killed no matter what, was now wrapped in a layer of cold ice, lying on the ground, completely unaware of life and death.

Finally, this 'sword' was cut out.

What kind of sword it was, it is completely impossible to describe in words. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be 'black holes'. A slow but determined gallop forward to the 'black hole'. Where the 'black' sword light swept by, it seemed that even the space was slightly distorted. And after swinging this sword, the wooden sword in Mo's hand also turned into flying ashes.

Looking at the slow-flying sword in front of him, the solemnity in Qingming's eyes was already clearly visible, and the magic seal in his right hand began to change constantly. He knew very well that the sword seemed to be slow, but it was absolutely unavoidable. It is better to say that the more you retreat, the more the opponent's sword will not fade, but will be like a whirlpool, accumulating more and more terrifying power until the enemy is completely crushed.

Therefore, retreat is the stupidest choice, and in the face of such a domineering sword, the only way to crush it with stronger force is to do so.

Finally, the slow-flying 'black mang' collided with the almost infinite protective techniques in front of Qing Ming. Then, there was no violent explosion, no crashing sound, as if it was piercing the air, and the overlapping spells were pierced and shattered, and they couldn't even slow down the 'speed' of the opponent's advance......

Qingming, who was watching this scene, suddenly swelled in his eyes, and for the first time, he showed a look as sharp as a blade, which had always had a soft and jade-like expression. The seal of the right hand has ended, and the brilliant light blooms into the hand, and then it is handed out.

'Black' and 'white' collide together, silently, but containing infinite collision and intensity.

…… To be continued......