At this moment, the surroundings of Wutai were unrecognizable and unsightly, and the birds swept across the wasteland, instinctively avoiding the smell of blood below, leaving behind a string of mournful screams.

A bird grazed a half-man-high weed, its weary wings lowering its alertness.

Suddenly, it trembled a few times, and was sucked by Moore's powerful fighting energy, and then fell straight down, falling on the blood-soaked ground, and the salty breath covered it like an overwhelming breath, coldly cutting off the breath of life.

A blood-red wooden pillar slanted into the ground, hidden in the dust, and a powerful aura plundered all life.

Before that, Moore had already taken a man's life.

The remnants of the wall stretched across the earth, and it was desolate as far as the eye could see.

Blood stains rot into the grass and trees, flowers wither and water are broken, and vitality is extinguished.

Dusk is approaching, and the wind and sand are gradually rising.

Moore swept all the surrounding scenery with his bloody eyes, and his aggressive gaze seemed to not take everything into account, and all the audience in the audience had already fled, leaving only the broken martial arts platform and the desolate broken flowers and broken trees.

There was not a trace of life in the entire center of light, and the empty surroundings were only the blood-stained body of the Inquisitor and the sagged panting of Namuis.

Moore subconsciously looked at Muyce, the cool breeze faintly drained from between his eyebrows, and in his sharp eyes, the dragon faintly revealing the blood had spread its fangs with cold light, and that look made people shudder.

"I said, you kid, do you have anything to say when you die? After this hour, you probably can only see the second king of Hades, hahahaha. Moore smirked.

He walked slowly towards Mouyce, the sand around him formed powerful air currents at his feet under the fluctuations of magic, and each step could raise a huge amount of sand and dust, with a trembling sound.

Muyce could only struggle, but there was no strength to resist, he twisted his body, and the flickering aura emanated from his body.

"Don't bother, what you have is the best toxin that I have cultivated myself, if you don't have two hours, you can't recover the magic in your body, the more this happens, the more uncomfortable you will be, and in the end you will run out of magic and die of exhaustion, when the time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you." Moore said.

Moore's face looked a little proud, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, and his dark eyes were full of the joy of the villain's victory.

"You!!" Moore shouted to the below.

"In~ master, what do you want me to order?" the rickety man hurriedly ran over and said respectfully.

"Today, your credit is commendable, and you will be rewarded for your respect, hahaha. Moore laughed maniacally.

"Thank you, the master can take a fancy to me, I am satisfied, I don't want that reward, I will follow the master in the future, but I have been convinced in my life. ”

The rickety man was like a dog, following Moor, he treated Moore so loyally, but in Moor's heart, he was at most a pawn in his hand, and once he made a wrong move, he would slaughter him at all costs.

"Good!Very good! Everything is reasonable, people like you~!" Moore laughed into the sky.

"Go back and reward you with a lot of money, and make you the strategic strategist of the deity. ”

"As for him......" Moore set his eyes on Muyce.

"Give you a chance to perform, go and give him to me. Moore said coldly.

"But this ......," the rickety man seemed to hesitate.

"What are you afraid of! You can't refuse the task that the deity has assigned you, he is a waste person now, what is there to worry about. Mul said coldly, the fierce light revealed in his gaze had no intention of alleviating.

"Little ...... Brat...... I'm afraid the kid is really not up to the task. The rickety man said timidly.

"Rubbish stuff!"

Mur shouted, his pupils inadvertently shrank slightly, and a sharp light flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and in an instant, a slap was slapped on the man's cheek, and a crisp sound came.

The man's brain was bored, for a while, he didn't say a word, he was speechless, and there was a sense of fear in his eyes, which made his heart furious.

"Big ...... Greatly...... The adults are angry, and the boy will do what you tell him to do. The man was already frightened, and said in a trembling voice.

"Well, that's right, I knew this was the case, why are you doing this?" Moore said lightly with a relentless expression.

Mul's character of turning his face and not recognizing people, so abrupt, changing his face is like a flop, saying that he will change, and he is still fierce and hateful in front, and when he hears the attitude of the man's obedience, he greets him with a smile.

"Now, this place belongs to me, it belongs to my Moor, I finally got you in Bright City!"

Moore laughed loudly at the moment, his chin was raised, his eyes were slightly slanted down, his mouth became a bridge arch, his chest kept rising and falling with the laughter, and his hands were open.

"I'll leave it to you here, and when you're done with him, come to the palace to find me. After saying this, Moore threw off a blade that had gathered with fighting energy and disappeared into thin air.

Silence had returned to the place, and only the man and Muyce were left, and all the scenery was silent, perhaps waiting for the slaughter to follow, or perhaps, Muyse would say goodbye forever to accompany the dead Inquisitor.

Muyce fell not far from Wutai, looking lost and depressed, the huge fighting spirit in front of him, the high-spirited spirit, swayed without a trace at this moment!

Of course, just now, and now now. That kind of powerlessness to resist seems that he is so sad and helpless.

The Judge Master, the closest teacher, left the world because of him.

"Man lives, perhaps, only to test the value and meaning of life. Someone had whispered in his ear.

Who said that? Mouyce doesn't remember anymore.

They only remember the tragic end of today, this ruthless Samus, even if he dies today, he doesn't want to remember all the impressions here, because it is a great sadness. The surrounding sun seemed to be about to fall asleep, it seemed a little dark and cold, and the wandering lonely wind kept blowing this cheek, looking at the silent air, it suddenly froze, and sadness and concern remained faintly in the bottom of Mouyce's heart.

"You're Mouyce?" asked the rickety man.

Mouyce could only hear him talking, but the words that came out of his mouth were completely indescribable.

"Oh yes, forgot, your toxicity hasn't dissipated yet, sorry. ”

Muyce listened to the man's words, and it was not as evil as he imagined, but brought him a sense of affinity.

"Come, take the antidote first. ”

The rickety man's actions made Muyce's whole body tremble, and he couldn't believe his ears, and he was so surprised that it was like a thunderclap exploded overhead.

As he spoke, the man stole a fingernail-sized pill from the other cuff, brown in color and slightly bitter in his mouth.

Soon after taking the pill, Muyce could clearly feel the meridians circulating in his body, the breath constantly fluctuating in his body, and the magical energy constantly recovering.

"Cough" a mouthful of black blood clots are coughed out of the body.

"It doesn't matter, it's a blood congestion in your body, and the detoxification process is like this, you can rest assured. The man explained.

Muyce sat up slowly, his body numb and even unconscious due to a long movement.

"Ahem," Mouyce coughed twice.

"Boy, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Mouyce said viciously.

When the man heard this, his expression was very flat, and he didn't seem to be afraid, and there was a fearless look in his eyes.

"Kill me?hahaha, you must be thinking too much, what good is it for you if I die? Although I was very afraid in front of Moore, but you didn't see it, it was all a show? If not, how could I save you?"

"I know you won't kill me, I don't have any faith at all, so why should I give you an antidote?"

"At least, you can't move a single hair of my hair until you get to the bottom of it. ”

The man continued to speak, showing a sense of infinite confidence, and he did not even tremble a little when he spoke.

"Even if I believe you, then I ask you, why did you save me?" asked Mouyce, a little puzzled.

"Later, you will know without telling me. ”

The man left only one sentence and said no more.