The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

The sunset is here, and the broken reeds have a bit more of a depressed taste in the sunset.

The Broken Intestine Man probably had it, too, and the blood-dried monster lay in the grass, looking up at the sky, his eyes full of grief and unwillingness, as if he wanted to save his tears for the last trace of the sunset.

"Why? Why? ……”

I don't know how long he repeated these three words, until he was hoarse now, and he repeated them like mosquitoes.

Although the voice was small, it was quite poignant, and there was a heart-rending despair in it.

It's just a pity that no one cares why there is a desperate fool here, and no one will come.

Only the sunset and the breeze will come and the crows and wild dogs will come to take a look.

But the sunset just looks at everyone ruthlessly and equally, and does not cast an extra ray of sunshine on anyone;

The breeze will only pass by, sending a slight taunt;

The crow came to Yinghe with a terrible cry, but left disappointed after landing on the ground, and even Yinghe didn't want to leave him;

……

The person concerned probably wouldn't care about the outside world, because at the moment his mind was full of the conversation he had just had.

Shura did not close his perception of the outside world, nor could he close it.

It turns out that he is really not some unique genius, just a person who has chosen in advance.

The so-called self-confidence, future ......

It's all a joke.

He had always thought of himself as a genius, even a monster!

That's what he calls himself and how he encourages his teammates.

Talented? That's not enough to describe him, he's a genius among geniuses - monsters!

At least he is better than his peers, what he lacks than others is only resources, only age, but the conditions are worse than others.

His cultivation talent is so powerful, as long as he makes up for the little gap with others, that bit of resources and age, no one can compare to him.

He's a talent that surpasses the God-King! He is the first soul master in the past!

But now, the god Shura, the existence he relied on the most, his hope, said in a conversation with others: "This is a waste, a waste that I chose in advance." ”

He had always felt that his intelligence was unmatched!

He can rely on his unique wisdom to maneuver between the major forces, and rise steadily under the pursuit of the behemoth of the Wuhun Palace.

He has the wisdom that is highly praised by the world's first wise men, and he has the calculation that all the leaders of the Martial Spirit Hall must be convinced.

He can show the ability to make all the gods of the Divine Realm respect, and plan a 10,000-year plan to make all the creatures on Douluo Star praise countless years!

The spirit clones of the dragon god must bow their heads in front of him and offer the title of Wisdom God King.

But now, when the peerless girl of the Wuhun Hall is at war with the gods, it is clear that everything in and out of the words should have something to do with him, but he can't understand a word.

Like a fool.

What is the hidden danger in the divine realm? What is Ryujin Scheme? ……

He obviously served as a god king, and even became another super god king after the dragon god, so that the dragon god, the founder of the god realm, could only be his own dog.

But now he's an outsider.

……

It wasn't until the night covered the earth and the stars twinkled on the curtain of night that the question of why finally disappeared, or it could be that he finally ran out of strength.

"This shit won't really be hit to the point of a mental breakdown, will it?" In the trees far away from the reeds, a young man with a spear in his hand threw down a sentence without a head.

"Believe in the mentality of the Tang God King, he will stand up again."

A breeze blew, and a young man with glasses appeared under the tree.

- It's Xifeng, the boy who used to be both a control and an assistant in the Xingyuan team.

The boy still had a trace of battle on his body.

"Done?" Yang Ning in the tree was not surprised by the appearance of the young man, jumped off the tree, and asked casually.

"No one will be near for a while."

Xi Feng nodded, how could no one pay attention to the current situation of the big brawl, just the movement of the battle during the day.

But the actual situation is that it has been night since the start of the day, and no one has come.

Well, all the people who wanted to come and fish in troubled waters were stopped.

Moreover, the strength of the person who stopped people was not low, otherwise he would not be able to fish in troubled waters while also setting off a battle.

So when the Shura God and Thousand Condensation Frost were fighting, there were countless battles on the periphery.

Wuhun Hall and Camelot didn't do this to protect a certain second lady who was making trouble, and this person didn't need them to protect him.

It's just in case the monster who still doubts his life is killed.

"Okay, even if Tang San can regain his strength, when will he be able to regain his strength?"

Yang Ning scratched his head, he couldn't have Tang San languishing here for three months, and they had also spent three months here.

Don't talk about whether Tang San will starve to death or not, they don't have that time to spend on him.

Although the Soul Master Contest rewards the Wuhun Palace, everyone knows that it is fishing and playing, and theoretically this ranking can not be cared about, but there are seven or eight teams participating in the Wuhun Palace, if any of them can't pass, it will be too embarrassing.

Whether it is to the outside world or inside the Martial Spirit Palace, it is quite embarrassing.

The inside of the Wuhun Hall is also very rolly, right?

"Indeed, it doesn't seem like a problem to just wait all the time."

Xi Feng was a little helpless on his face, he understood what Yang Ning meant.

"Wait a little longer, the second team of the Ontology Sect will come over after Li'an solves the problem."

"That's all it can be." Yang Ning sighed.

"That's all it can be." Yu Tianheng stood on the desert, panting and looking at the young man in front of him, then looking up at the night, and choosing to accept Dai Mubai's proposal to retreat.

"But Boss Jade, our token!" A sturdy young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, wearing the costume of the Ontology Sect and with the badge of the Thunder Academy on his chest, couldn't help but speak when he saw this, and there was still anger on his face.

"What can you do without giving up? Hit it?! Dai Mubai covered his chest and couldn't help but roar back.

Judging from the blood stains on his fingertips, he was probably not lightly injured.

"I said everyone from the Ontology Sect, if you want to fight or leave, you should decide quickly, we still have something to do."

The red trench coat is shouldered against the big sword, and his face is ruffian.

"Of course, if I continue to fight, I can't guarantee that I will be able to control my strength.

"Don't blame me when someone dies."

When everyone heard this, their faces changed.

Especially the group of disciples of the Ontology Sect gritted their teeth.

"You Wuhun Hall is sick, we just want to go over!"

Supporting a young woman who was out of breath and less in breath, she couldn't help but roar angrily at the six young girls of the Martial Spirit Hall standing in front of her.

The second team of their Ontology Sect just wanted to go over, find that ugly ghost waste, and get back their tokens.

A flying kick in exchange.

"Don't think we're giving you face." Daqin Temple stood in the position of the female soul master of the Ontology Sect just now, and his words were indifferent.

And the five transcendent soul rings flashing behind his head, as well as the strange armor on his body, showed that he was no longer a soul master, but a paladin.