"Goo...... You...... Answer...... Should...... Pass...... I ......" The man's face quickly swelled to the color of pig liver, and he struggled desperately, but he could not break free from the iron hand.

That person, Mu Ming recognized, was the dead wood he thought had been subdued in the Qi Palace.

Although Mo Wuji was smiling, the smile looked cruel: "Really? But don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. ”

I saw Mo Wuji's other hand lightning move into the belly of the dead wood, and the black was pervasive, gradually submerging the whole of the dead wood.

Mo Wuji's hand suddenly let go, and the dead wood suddenly fell from the sky like a stone and smashed into the ground.

The dust was so intense that it instantly covered the shadow of the dead wood, and under the eyes of thousands of people, the dust gradually dispersed, and the dead wood's face was covered with horror, pain, and hatred.

For a person, death is not the most severe punishment, because people die every day in this world, and death is a thing that can no longer be sparse and ordinary.

There is no greater cruelty to a person than to destroy all the faith in his heart, so that he lives as if he is in a dark abyss, desperate and powerless.

But there is no belief in a person like Deadwood, Mo Wuji knows this very well, so his punishment can only come from the pain of **.

A kind of suffering that exists all the time, as if it were placed in hell, and the punishment that it inflicts on it gradually tears apart the soul that it should be as a human being, like a living dead.

Mu Ming looked at the dead wood on the ground with bulging eyes and constantly wailing, without a trace of the same.

The iniquity he has created makes people unable to have a trace of mercy for people.

So Mu Ming hurriedly glanced at Mo Wuji again.

On the city wall, there are many people who are more advanced than Mu Ming's cultivation, but at this time, Mo Wuji only has Mu Ming in his eyes, even if the demon king on the side, he is as if he didn't see it.

"Sir, can you return to this seat now?"

Mu Ming was stunned for a moment, he and Mo Wuji parted ways inexplicably, starting with a battle to restore the country, gradually estranged, and then no contact.

It's like a pair of friends who gradually cut off contact, slowly start to get rusty, and finally you don't understand him, and he doesn't understand you.

He couldn't understand Mo Wuji now, at that time, the young man wanted to establish a peaceful country, and now that he has cut down the world, whether he is still moving towards that vision, Mu Ming is not sure.

Mo Wuji was completely immersed in a dark and evil aura, and he looked more like a demon lord, a demon lord who could push everyone into the abyss, and then Mo Wuji asked himself if he could still return to his side.

The tone is soft, like a gentle confession between couples.

However, Mu Ming hesitated, this was an unequal confrontation, Mo Wuji had a million heroes, and there was no fear, and in the city of King Chu, except for the two thousand guards who could fight a battle, the rest were stragglers who were about to collapse.

Faced with such an advantage, Mu Ming didn't know why Mo Wuji still asked him if he wanted to return to his side.

Seeing that Mu Ming was silent, Mo Wuji laughed softly, black

The aura permeated his wholeness, but he seemed to be placed in the light, frank dàng), pride.

"Sir is good at everything, there are generals, and two hundred scattered braves can break thousands of fine horses. Mr. is well-read and knowledgeable, and there are thousands of ravines in it, and Sun Yu is grateful when he mentions the kindness of Mr. at the beginning. Mr. is kind-hearted, often pacing others, all kinds of responsibilities, are imposed on himself, no matter how you look at it, Mr. is impeccable, trustworthy. ”

Mo Wuji paused, and looked at Mu Ming with burning eyes: "But because of this, Mr. is the same as everyone else, which just makes people uncomfortable." When I saw that Mr. was friendly with everyone in the Chu State, I was thinking about whether Mr. would stand opposite me in such a scene. I used to depend on my husband in everything, because he was a hundred times better than me. But the moment my sister fell from the castle tower, I realized that I was wrong.

The only thing I can rely on in this world is myself, I shouldn't pin my hope on Mr., if Mr. abandons me one day, won't I even be able to control my own destiny? So, I need strength, the strength to silence the world, now, I already have such strength, Mr. in my meager time of assistance, I dare not forget, now I ask Sir, do you want to stand by my side, or do you want to bury the rubble of the Chu State?"

Mu Ming didn't speak, but silently looked at the locust-like army under the city, his eyes were crazy, looking forward to the lonely shadow in the sky.

Most of the troops in the kingdom have no faith, they can join the army just to feed themselves, or to make themselves live a little better, and get a little material that can be cultivated. Not only Mo Wuji, everyone understands that strength is the foundation of Ansheng's life.

An army without faith, even if it is a million, Mu Ming is not afraid of it, and if it is defeated, it can be defeated by a million, but the army in front of him is different, Mu Ming believes that even if they fight to the last soldier, they can not retreat a single step, not to mention, the current Chu State, I am afraid it is impossible to defeat one of them.

Mu Ming didn't know how Mo Wuji pulled out such an army, nor did he know what kind of concept he instilled in them to make them crazy, the only thing he knew was that the next blood would dye the moat outside the city red and gorgeous.

So, many years later, Mu Ming spoke to Mo Wuji for the first time: "Since ancient times, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. A war, with countless souls, has never had a real winner. ”

"Why do I feel a little harsh when these words come out of the mouth of a gentleman who has fought all his life?" Mo Wuji plucked out his ears, and his eyes showed a dangerous light.

"Is Sir planning to persuade my million-strong army to retreat with your tongue? My heart is now like a stone, and Sir can give it a try, and with your three-inch tongue, can you dismiss my million-strong army? ”

Mu Ming paused, sighed, and said, "You have been in obscurity for several years, Mu will never be so self-conscious." I just want to have a real fight with you. ”

"Oh?" Mo Wuji was condescending, and the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of sarcasm: "Just today's gentleman?"

Mu Ming didn't seem to hear a trace of sarcasm, and still said: "When it comes to war, you should fight."

You and I have never played against each other, can you dare to play this game of chess with me?"

Mo Wuji showed a hint of a smile, and looked at the people behind Mu Ming, all of them looked solemn and did not smile, he was the most relaxed person in the here and now.

"Sir, people are chess pieces, but there are not enough chess pieces. ”

Mu Ming took a deep breath: "So I still have a no-please." ”

Mo Wuji seemed to be about to say something: "Okay, I'm ready." Outside the city of Chu, there is a cave spirit mountain, there is a cliff on the top of the mountain, there is a Chu man hanging on the cliff, I deployed 50,000 soldiers, waiting for Mr. to save people. If the people of Chu are saved, I will lead my troops to retreat, if not, the city of the king of Chu will be full of scorched earth!"

In the end, Mo Wuji's killing intent was revealed, and the evil spirit was awe-inspiring.

"What a big breath. The demon king was still here, she flew out of the air, her killing intent skyrocketed, and the overflowing spiritual power suppressed the hearts of everyone present, and the huge beast palm was like an ancient giant beast stretched out from the distant void, holding Mo Wuji tightly in the palm of her hand.

Mo Wuji glanced at the demon king as if he was fine: "I won't fight with you today." ”

Then the black light soared into the sky, Mo Wuji burst into a shout, the beast's palm was annihilated, Mo Wuji's black hair danced wildly, and he glanced at Mu Ming deeply, and he was far away in an instant.

Under the city walls, the army receded like a tidal wave as the sound of gold sounded.