(This chapter is the ticket for the book friend 'Walsh Yunnan White' and 'Unknown Blank', and there is a third watch around 7 o'clock in the evening)

As if thinking of the past, Venerable Xuanyang's expression changed slightly, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he said, "That's justice, you don't understand." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's been so long, your mind hasn't changed, it seems that you're still a child. ”

Many pictures flashed in his mind, and he held the long knife in his hand tightly without regret, gritted his teeth and said: "Justice, what is justice?"

"Can justice make you tolerate your wife being killed by someone else, and then you can willingly submit to others?"

"Is justice an excuse to keep killing and encroaching on other people's land?"

"Is justice a reason to pursue peace without regard for anything and to wage war under the pretext of peace?"

"Justice, justice, justice, in your eyes, are these two words more important than family affection?"

Forget to roar with exhaustion.

The heavy rain has not stopped, it is still falling, and the war is not over, it is still going on.

It's just that there seems to be a space solidified between the two, and within this range, there is no one else, and there is an atmosphere of entanglement in it, which is angry, resentful, and unremorseful.

Venerable Xuanyang raised his hand slightly, aimed at the forgetfulness in front of him, slowly transported the majestic energy, and said, "This is justice." ”

Forget not to regret slowly closing his eyes, word by word: "If you think that justice is greater than everything, you would rather put your family affection out of your body, very good, it turns out that this is the belief in your heart." ”

It seems that he gave up the struggle without regret, gave up the resistance, and the knife in his hand fell into the soil with the raindrops.

The dark sky rumbled, and terrifying lightning bounced continuously.

The sky above was turbid and chaotic, but there was a sudden silence below, as if some supreme creature had stepped into the realm, and the aura of extreme danger was everywhere.

A radius of kilometers entered a state of vacuum, silent......

Suddenly, Venerable Xuanyang was shocked, and said worriedly, "Yes...... It's you ......."

The raindrops on his head stopped, as if they were obscured by something, and a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and he felt an extremely familiar aura.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a man in red standing in front of him, falling on him like a thunderstorm, and he was actually isolated by the coercion he exuded, walking alone in the rain, and he didn't even get a drop of water!

"Hall Master, how can you give up so easily?" the man said lightly without looking back.

I didn't regret looking at this back, covering everything, behind him, I actually felt a sense of stability, as if this person appeared, and everything seemed unimportant.

"I ......"

The man added: "In this world, everyone has their own beliefs, maybe you can think of them as extreme, you can think of them as alternative, but it is undeniable that those people are people who can give everything for their beliefs." ”

"Your father is no exception. After speaking, the man looked at the old man in front of him with great interest.

Looking at Venerable Xuanyang's haggard expression, there was a trace of regret hidden in his eyes, and from beginning to end, he couldn't be ruthless about forgetting.

Venerable Xuanyang saw that the man in red had finally appeared on the battlefield, and as if he was relieved, he let out a long sigh and said, "I didn't expect you to finally appear." ”

"I've always been, like you, for my beliefs. ”

"There is no comparable faith between us, and good and evil are not the same starting point. ”

"But isn't the process the same? People will fight to the end for what they believe in. ”

Venerable Xuanyang said again: "I know the ending, why are you still so persistent?"

"Because we have no reason to lose. ”

Venerable Xuanyang frowned, feeling confused, and said, "Can't you see reality?"

The man smiled faintly and said, "Reality can be changed. ”

"Joke, what do you use to change?"

"With my own hands, and a sword!"

"You're the only one?"

"I'm not the only one, isn't there still anyone in the Cult of Evil Gods who hasn't fallen?" Zhou Zihao said to Venerable Xuanyang, but he didn't look away and forgot it.

"Can you stand up?"

Forgetting no regrets, his heart was shocked, he held the sword again, and said slowly: "Elder Zhou, you really like to meddle in things, obviously I don't plan to give up yet." ”

"Just passing by. Zhou Zihao's expression changed again when he saw that he had forgotten and did not regret it, smiled and said: "Two different beliefs, who is right, in fact, you don't need to pursue it, you just need to know that your own hands can change all this, it is enough." ”

No matter what you are pursuing, your wills are different, your beliefs are different, your ideals are different, and no one is right or wrong.

However, the most important thing is whether your ability can change everything in front of you, if not, it means that you will never have a chance in life.

Losing your life is equivalent to losing everything, and when the time comes, will you still be able to pursue your beliefs?

When that ray of hope flashes in front of you, will you be able to grasp it?

If you could start all over again, would you still choose this path?

I have understood and relieved whether I regret it or not.

He put on a sword technique that he had never performed before, and said to Venerable Xuanyang: "If life can be repeated, I will still take this path, because I am still the same me, and I will never change!"

Xuanyang Venerable saw the sword posture in front of him, his expression became grim, he couldn't deal with the two masters of the Evil God Sect at the same time.

Seeing this, Zhou Zihao walked slowly.

Xuanyang Venerable immediately put on a posture, vigilantly staring at the evil god in front of him, as the evil god got closer and closer, an inexplicable pressure surged into his heart, and he finally understood why there was no one in this area within a kilometer radius, because...... The evil god is here!

Like the beast king in the forest, the other creatures smelled the breath thousands of miles away and fled one after another.

The pressure of the evil god is getting stronger and stronger, and the suppression makes it difficult for Xuanyang Venerable to breathe, his heart beats faster, he is also a cultivator of the Heavenly Martial Realm, why can the momentum of the evil god suppress a monk of the same level.

Not only that, but it was the first time that Venerable Xuanyang had seen the coercion distort his own space, causing the raindrops falling from the sky to not touch him at all.

Demon...... What a horror!

The torrential rain was like thunder, pouring down.

The two sides passed by.

Suddenly, he stopped behind Venerable Xuanyang.

Venerable Xuanyang held his breath and didn't dare to act rashly, and what was written on his face was a look of disbelief.

"I'm not here to find you, to deal with you, it's enough to leave it to the Master of the Forgotten Hall. ”

After speaking, Zhou Zihao walked towards Baijian Mountain, and after walking a few meters away, his scarlet figure melted into the torrential rain and disappeared.

The oppressive atmosphere around him then collapsed, and Venerable Xuanyang began to breathe rapidly, as if he was very tired, and the inexplicable pressure on his chest was really unbearable.

As the evil god completely left a thousand meters away, the tip of the knife flickered with a cold glow.

Venerable Xuanyang looked at the rekindled fighting spirit and felt a little incredible, what was the thing that this child was looking for in his heart.

Seeing him put on a new knife style, it seemed that he felt that he didn't know this child at all, and he was, and still is, and what about the future?

Forget it and resolutely said: "Divide the victory and defeat within one sword, open my eyes wide and look good, I want to cut off the so-called justice in your heart." ”

"Could it be that the evil god is the way of the evil god sect?" Venerable Xuanyang asked himself in his heart, would the power pursued by the evil god sect be as terrifying as the evil god.

If this is the case, the obsession that his child is chasing in his heart, he can finally understand that the power of the evil god is the belief of forgetting and not regretting, and it turns out that the persistence of those disciples comes from the power of the evil god!

The evil god is so powerful that he can support everyone's belief and turn this belief into infinite power on his own, so those disciples know that they are not defeated by the Zhengmeng, and they must resist to the death.

That's an incredible power!

Sigh.

Suddenly, the Xuanyang Venerable used all his luck exercises, and the fire divine skills of the Supreme Yang made the temperature around him begin to rise rapidly, and the raindrops falling from the sky had not yet approached, and they turned into water vapor one after another.

Around Xuanyang Venerable, a fiery boiling realm was formed, and under his feet, the ground began to turn red from the scorching heat, and the land turned into molten slurry.

"Child, for the sake of justice in your heart, don't blame me!"

Xuanyang Venerable used the Fire God Inheritance, which can be said to be derived from the Fire God Technique branch of the Fire Land Douzhuan Tianzun, and when the two Yang Cultivation Methods are combined into one, they will merge into the true Fire God Inheritance.

Seeing that the old man had used the power of the ancient inheritance, he slowly closed his eyes without regret.

"No regrets. ”

Forget it, and slash out this calm knife very slowly.

Venerable Xuanyang carried the breath of supreme flame into his palms, and his palms came out together, and the majestic yang fire rushed away.

Time condensed in this instant, and the movements of both sides seemed extremely slow, and the two supreme forces turned this area into a vacuum.

As the two forces began to come into contact, there was not too much fancy, not too much collision process, and no powerful air waves or earth-destroying light waves.

On the contrary, it seems to be really quiet, and this tranquility is like a father reassuring his child, saying, it's okay, everything will end.

And then ......

There is no suspense.

The sword qi slashed through the Zhiyan palm print, as if it penetrated everything, and slashed at the chest of the Xuanyang Venerable.

Xuanyang Venerable's hands shrank suddenly, seeing that the power of the Supreme Yang was about to approach and forget no regrets, but as Xuanyang Venerable's palm opened, it scattered and swept past his cheeks, and the hot sparks touched the corners of his clothes, and were pierced through a tiny hole.

But, other than that, forget unscathed.

Venerable Xuanyang took a deep breath and spat out a large amount of blood, he stroked his chest, took a few steps back, and fell to his knees.

The rain was falling more and more violently, and there was a confusion in front of me.

Venerable Xuanyang seemed to see the stubborn expression of forgetting and regretting when he was a child, and every time he did it against himself, he messed things up, but he refused to admit it......

Forgetting to hold his mother's corpse and crying, at that age, it is unbearable pain, why did he go this way, is it to pursue the power of the evil god?

He has lost his loved ones since he was a child, and he has no regrets and is extremely persistent in his pursuit of strength, just to protect his former regrets, because he doesn't want to lose his most important person anymore.

"Daddy, my mother is dead, I want to be stronger, I want revenge!"

However, the hissing and heart-splitting forgetfulness saw the silence of Xuanyang Venerable, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face.

"Daddy...... You ......"

Venerable Xuanyang chose to avoid it.

"Why...... Daddy, you're ......."

Forget not to regret clenching his fists tightly, gritting his teeth and saying: "Instead of this, I might as well rely on myself!"

Watching the thin body of Forget No Regrets drift away, he knew that this child had begun to bear endless pain on his shoulders.

He didn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it, some things couldn't be stopped, just like fate, the more he stopped, the deeper he would fall.

Since he left without regret, Venerable Xuanyang turned white overnight.

Thunderclouds, muddy and dark, Middle-earth looks extremely miserable in the war, with blood, tears and love, constantly painting an epic.

Finally, understanding the will to forget without regrets, Venerable Xuanyang slowly closed his eyes.

Forget not to regret slowly opened his eyes, his right hand trembled violently, his expression could not hide any emotion, looked at the sky, and muttered: "It turns out that from beginning to end, you are still my father......"

He looked up at the sky, just as he was in the mood at this moment, and rolled into a whirlpool.

No one saw him, and he was crying in the torrential rain.