Yang Saburo waved his hand, motioned for everyone to get up, and then continued to face Huai Huang.

"Did you hear it all? The plan to overthrow is indeed being implemented today, but it is not only Wanhuanlou that is being demolished, but the entire city. ”

Huai Huang's face was only bloodstained and hollow, and there was no expression, he heard these sounds, his body trembled uncontrollably, and finally, he nodded.

"But it's not so much me who will tear down this city, but you."

The trembling on Huai Huang's body turned into a shock.

"If you don't have delusions and are willing to live with my sect without incident, at least today, it is entirely possible for these people to live for another two or three generations."

The concussion finally subsided, and Huai Huang began to gasp for air.

"It's a pity that you met that flower, and you met this 'destined person' next to you."

This sentence made Huai Huang spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"You don't have to be sad, you don't have to be angry, you have to pursue your freedom, but the plan is reversed from the beginning, doesn't it take all these injuries into account? There are 25 million people in your city, many of whom have long had the freedom they deserve, but because of the obsession of thousands or even only a few hundred of you, now, you will lose everything, don't you, Huaihuang, really have no trace of remorse? ”

Huai Huang couldn't speak, and he didn't have an expression, but Lu Ran was beside him, but he felt deeply that he did hesitate.

He stopped breathing out for a few breaths.

In other words, Yang Sanlang did not talk nonsense, Huaihuang did start the "demolition plan" with the risk of sacrificing the entire city, and the origin of all this was actually because of his encounter with himself in the second-hand market.

At this moment, what is Huai Huang thinking?

And what should I think?

Lu Ran's heart suddenly became chaotic, and he couldn't understand or break through this complexity.

In an instant, something suddenly appeared in front of me that was not supposed to appear in the here and now.

A pattern.

A pattern that is neither nor is it, that I have you, that I have me, that cannot be described, that cannot even be reproduced.

The pattern was fleeting, and Huai Huang in front of Lu Ran suddenly shook his head firmly.

Meaning, I don't regret it.

Yang Sanlang also shook his head gently following Huaihuang's rhythm, and this shaking of his head sprinkled a lot of golden light like water droplets from his eyes and mouth.

When the golden light fell everywhere, it ignited a great fire.

Innocent people, running and struggling in the fire, were eventually burned to ashes.

Yang Sanlang was also a little distracted, he remembered that junior Zhong Wubao, when Zhong Wubao negotiated with Heitian for seven days and seven nights, he was actually incarnated as a butterfly, and he was on the scene.

How much does he like this talented junior?

I can't wait to pass on the position of the leader of the Huanjiao Sect to him immediately.

But he is not a person with himself, in the end he is a broken immortal, a complex person.

Zhong Wubao has a sentence that he remembers vividly, and he has often remembered it over the years, he said - for your two religions, death is a kind of dedication, for people like me, death is also a kind of dedication, and it is the most thorough dedication, the difference is that the object of dedication is different, dedicate your soul to you, you will become stronger, dedicate your soul to them, but in exchange for their no regrets.

The highest level of immortals is perfect immortals, and people also have the highest level, which is said to be perfect, and those who do not regret it are perfect people.

If my death can be exchanged for thousands of people who do not regret it, then I will earn it, then this city is a city that will not be regretted, and these people will eventually find true freedom.

No regrets are not the highest level of freedom.

……

The general meaning is this, the words and deeds of this junior are so bright, which makes him think that the person who also thinks that he is incomparably bright has reached the illusionary sea of floating dust, a quasi-perfect fairyland with thousands of lights at the top.

One step away, he is the fourth person in the world.

He is worthy of being the man's apprentice.

Yang Sanlang couldn't help but think of Zhong Wubuli, and then thought of the person behind Zhong Wubuli, he couldn't help but shudder, came back to his senses, and thought that Zhong Wubuli's immortal soul had already entered his belly and became a delicacy, and he had long been one with himself, and couldn't help but stretch out a giant hand, touched his belly, which was also well-fed today, smiled proudly, and then suddenly opened his mouth again, allowing more golden flames to fall.

There is no place for stability in the city, it is obviously a blue sky and a white day, but it seems to have fallen into the purgatory of eternal night.

It's dark everywhere.

Everywhere there is fire that illuminates the darkness to show you.

Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, black, white.

True fire, blind fire, sub-fire.

Countless souls flashed with miserable fire, flying high in the sky.

The scene, compared to the middle, is more than a hundred times more than a thousand times fierce.

Yang Sanlang rolled his eyes and asked Huai Huang loudly for the last time: "The last chance I give you is that you bow down and admit that you really regret it, and you are willing to enter my door, and accordingly I will restore your physical body, return the ruins of this city to you, and let you be the lord of the new Jueying City, I don't know what you think." ”

When Huai Huang heard this, he didn't move.

At the same time, he heard the sound of the whole city burning, collapsing, and dying.

He seemed to hear other sounds, the sound of rain, the sound of the wind, the sound of flowers.

After the sound of the rain passed, the fire fairy pushed the door and walked in, and asked him, can you settle this account?

After the rumors passed, he met the Venerable Master and asked the Venerable Master, where are you going? The Venerable Master smiled and said, "I'm going to raise the flag."

After the sound of flowers, he saw Lu Ran, who was standing on top of a huge golden immortal tree, stretched out a hand to him, and said, go, let's destroy all these immortals.

Also, there is the sound of fire.

The Flowing Fire Fairy Willow Bottle has been arguing with herself for a lifetime, and some words are babbling, and your ears are calloused when you hear it.

In the end, she said, I'll go first and wait for you.

The fire seems to be getting closer and closer to itself.

Huai Huang suddenly felt that there was a light in front of him, and he seemed to be able to see it again.

But you can only see the fire.

Red, orange, green...... Blue.

The four of them, if they raise their flags here, they should all be red.

But I'm yellow and like blue.

Although blue is a little melancholy, blue is also the color of the sub-fire.

Zihuo is hope.

The "Demolition Plan" did not fail, at least it left behind the blue sub-fire and my blue flag.

Most importantly, I don't regret it.

I'm sure you won't regret it.

In the face of Yang Sanlang's questioning, this time Huai Huang did not nod or shake his head, he just took advantage of Lu Ran's inattention, activated the talisman in his body, activated a little fire that had been sealed in the talisman for a long time, and rolled into the melancholy and fascinating blue in front of him.