It's just that Wen Tian didn't expect that the dragon saintess would later sacrifice half of her cultivation, tear open a spatial crack, and send her into the lower realm.

And he never had a chance to protect her again.

Wen Tian slowly said these past events to Sang Luo, and whispered softly,

"How could she live without me?"

"Her mother married my Celestial Clan, but the child she gave birth to did not have the blood of the Celestial Clan at all, but with the blood of the Chaos Clan."

"She was born and should have died."

"I gave her a new lease of life."

"What's wrong with me? I just want her to be with me all the time. ”

She should have been his!

But a thousand years have passed.

He has been thinking about her all these years, but she is merciless to him.

Or rather, she is affectionate, but not in him.

But how could she do that?

It was he who gave her a new lease of life!

Sang Luo's eyes drooped slightly, and he poured spiritual power into the long sword, and the phoenix fire used the sword as a medium and rushed into Wen Tian's body.

"You're wrong."

"It is a mistake to reincarnate in Chongjing and fail to cut off the selfishness of love in time."

"When you saved people because of selfishness, and hurt people because of selfishness, you destroyed people's spiritual foundation and dug up people's spiritual roots, did you ever ask my uncle's wishes?"

"The two have long offset each other's grievances, but you are taking advantage of the favor to repay it, which is the second mistake!"

"The last mistake is what my uncle said, if you are in a high position and don't pity all living beings, you deserve to die!"

"You clearly know that some people want to destroy thousands of living beings because of selfishness, but they have the opportunity to stop it, but they stand by and watch, coldly watching the heavens and the earth overturn and all living beings die, what kind of way do people like you cultivate?"

With the last word, Sang Luo put away his sword and completely destroyed his spiritual base.

"What I cultivate is the Ruthless Dao, what does this world have to do with me?"

Wen Tian fell to the ground, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Sang Luo with a hideous face,

"If it weren't for the fact that the deity had just crossed the catastrophe and was picked up by you, do you think you would be able to look at me so condescendingly and say these things to me?!"

Sang Luo put away his sword and looked at him coldly,

"The Tao of Ruthlessness is to ask you to be selfless, so that you can be affectionate to all sentient beings and protect the common people."

"Cultivators who seize the creation of heaven and earth, and use the natural spiritual breath to gain cultivation, naturally they should also feed back to the common people!"

"You don't even know this thing, what kind of way are you cultivating? What is the robbery? ”

"If everyone was like you, taking away the spiritual rest and cultivating their own way, regardless of life and death for their own selfish interests, this world would have overturned long ago and would no longer exist!"

The Chaos Protoss back then didn't seem to have left much of a wake-up call for them.

One by one, they are afraid that others will rise up, take their place, and move their interests, but they have forgotten how the Chaos Clan was overturned!

Ye Huaixin's film turned his head to look at Sang Luo and was silent.

On the avenue, there are not a few people who know these things.

But very few people can actually do that.

It is too difficult to take the common people as their own responsibility, and it is human nature to put selfishness first.

In fact, Sang Luo has never talked about the common people, and it may be that saying these words can prove that his heart is thorough.

She saw the avenue early and walked her way.

It's no wonder that she cultivates quickly and has no demons.

She sees everything thoroughly, even if she has affection in her heart, but she can handle it just right, when the thunder falls, everyone else is busy asking her heart to cross the catastrophe, only she leads the thunder to quench the body.

Smell the sky. In fact, it is desire that is at work.

Ask for a wave of tickets~