Bang Bang Bang ...... The man in Tsing Yi, who had been quietly listening to Qingming's words, clapped his palms again and again, and slowly praised him: "It's amazing, just in such a short period of time, it actually made you pierce the core and understand it so much." ”

"Speaking of which, apart from me, only those henchmen back then could know about these things, and none of them knew everything. It seems that you also found the souls of those people and woke them up, Your Excellency? ”

The man in Tsing Yi rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and sighed, "Hmm, I originally thought that they would never have a chance to talk about these things anyway, so I kept them until now." Now it seems that I am still too soft-hearted. It was indeed my mistake not to get rid of them thoroughly. ”

Although he said that he regretted that he had not disposed of those people beforehand, it did not reveal much regret from his tone.

After speaking, the man in Tsing Yi flicked his sleeves, stood up, and looked at Mo and Qingming in front of him, "Your Highness Mo, you said that I disregarded public opinion and slaughtered them like pigs and dogs. Now, then, listen to the voices of my people. ”

"Huh?" , Mo saw that the figure of the man in front of him actually began to dissolve, and the long sword in his hand slashed out.

The invisible sword flew away, but finally slashed into the air.

The sword that broke through the sky directly penetrated the figure of the man in green clothes, as if it had touched a bubble, and it dispersed at the touch of a button. Not only that, but even the huge green tree behind him turned into a bubble phantom and disappeared.

The next moment, the entire space in front of me also became distorted and psychedelic. The fog rose everywhere, covering the figures of the two in an instant.

Mo looked at the fog in front of him and frowned slightly. After all, this is the opponent's home field, even if he has been guarding and locking the opponent, he still let the opponent temporarily get away.

However, it doesn't hurt. You can run a monk, but you can't run the temple.

The position I am in now is undoubtedly the core of the sacred tree. If the other party doesn't want to destroy this place by himself, he must show up to stop him.

It's just that the last words of the other party are a little concerning, listen to your heart? Is this a trick, or is it something else? And......

Mo swept around, and there was nothing else except the mist, and the figure of Qingming who was clearly standing beside him just now was no longer nowhere to be found. It's so similar to when the two of them first entered this place. In the blink of an eye, the figure of another person disappeared.

I plan to use the advantage of the home field to separate the two, and then break them one by one, which is a choice that normal people will have.

But anyway, I've always been alone, and I have no plans to join forces with others. No matter what ghost tricks the other party intends to use, he can break it with a sword.

Just as Mo moved, the scene in front of him changed again, and countless fogs dissipated, revealing in front of Mo a scene of pastoral cultivation.

On the paddy fields, they are planting and planting, and although they are sweating profusely, most of them are full of happy smiles.

Mo frowned, what is the point of such an illusion? Could it be that he still expects to make such an illusion to shake his will?

And in the next moment, everyone's movements stopped, and the farm tools in their hands fell to the field one by one. Then his body began to tremble, twist, and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound.

The originally peaceful and peaceful faces now don't know what kind of pain they have encountered, and they have become extremely hideous. One fell, two fell, and then rows and rows of people fell.

Even so, their pain did not seem to ease in the slightest, and the green tendons that were exposed to the skin outside their clothes burst out, although their bodies began to shrink and dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a pop, green branches or rattans burst out of their bodies. The next moment, all the people were sucked up by the presence of the foreign body in their bodies, and their souls were plundered, leaving only the broken clothes in place.

And Mo, who was looking at the cruel and terrifying scene that happened in front of him from beginning to end, frowned even tighter. This is the real death of those people of Qingqiu?

Why did those people of Qingqiu outside still maintain a certain population after hundreds of years of tranquility and recuperation? Isn't it because they are constantly absorbing their essence and energy, and they all have a very short life.

And the scene in front of him is just a thorough revelation of the true cause of death of the people of Qingqiu.

The cloudless sky became gloomy in an instant, and the crops that had been thriving in the fields withered. In heaven and earth, everything is dim and dilapidated, as if it has come to an end in an instant.

Transparent figures reappeared, but at this moment, they were no longer 'humanoid', twisted, shattered, and countless figures like 'soul bodies' gathered together, their faces were hideous, their limbs were waving, and their bodies were constantly trembling and twisting. The mouth was open, as if it was a wail of pain, and it seemed to be a cry of anger.

"Hmm!" , Mo's figure suddenly paused, and his left hand subconsciously covered his forehead, which was ......

Pain, wailing, screaming, despair, endless voices rang in his head. The sound of the tide, like a tidal wave, kept pouring into my mind, but it was not from the substance, but from the impact of the heart.

"It's so painful, it's so uncomfortable, it's so desperate......"

"I hate it, I hate it......"

"Help me, save me......"

Countless voices were mixed together, carrying endless resentment and sorrow, like a torrent, surging in. It is a shock of spirit and will, formless and formless, but enough to break a person's consciousness in an instant, drag his soul into the abyss, and sink with the soul of the countless wails.

The next moment, the scene switches again. This time, it was the thriving town that appeared in front of Mo's eyes. The same countless people who came and went also walked into ruin in an instant. In the sky, the figure of wailing pain increased again.

Time seems to be passing quickly, the scene changes again and again, or the bustling city streets, or the harvesting fields, or the banks of the fishing rivers, countless prosperous scenes rise and fall, and the wailing and struggling figures are also layered, piled up all over the sky.

In the end, the world was completely filled with the layers of figures. They swirled and wailed, from top to bottom, turning into a bottomless endless vortex. At this moment, the formless resentment finally broke through the boundary, as if it had substance, turning into ripples that shook the space, and rolled straight down.

The formless, but endless 'torrent' continues to rush towards the center below. And in the center of the abyss formed by the condensation of countless souls is the ink that is holding his head with one hand, his figure bowing slightly, and he is motionless.

"You ...... It's noisy...... Shut up...... Shut up...... Shut up...... Shut up...... Shut up ......"

Mo's face did not regain its indifferent appearance. Anger and pain were palpable on the slightly distorted face.

This is a confrontation between the heart and the will, and those figures that are revealed are not unjust souls, but the embodiment of endless resentments that have accumulated over hundreds of years.

It was a torrent of wailing, pain, and despair that had accumulated for I don't know how many years and how many people had gathered. They impact the heart, pollute the will, and turn into countless white bones, dragging everything in this world into the bottomless abyss.

And in such a torrent of resentment, the sword is useless, the spiritual power is useless, the magic is useless, all the external aspects are meaningless, and the only thing that can be resisted is one's own spirit and will.

"You're arguing to death!"

…… To be continued......