"How about I help you get everything you want?" Feng Qingyang's tone began to soften, and naturally, Xuan Luo himself let go of the embankment.

As a result, the tense atmosphere between the two suddenly dissipated, and his face lost its original hideousness, but it was funny.

When the killing intent between them disappeared, Xuan Luo himself was like a thief, his eyes turned quickly, staring at Feng Qingyang, his eyes were full of helplessness and depression.

"It's still the same sentence, how can I trust you!" Feng Qingyang didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, after all, now that he was in control, he naturally wanted to fight for the greatest benefit for himself.

People don't want to be destroyed for themselves, not to mention that as long as they fight for it now, the benefits after that are unimaginable, at this point, Feng Qingyang obviously doesn't want to give up, and he doesn't want to easily let go of Xuanluo.

Sure enough, when Feng Qingyang returned to the topic, Xuan Luo's face suddenly changed, originally pale, but now it was purple, and although the face under the mask was clear and clear, it could be perceived from his trembling body.

"Give me a certain benefit, otherwise, how can I trust you? How do I know if you are the kind of person who does not keep your word?"

Speaking of this, Feng Qingyang's tone was stunned, his eyes flashed, and his hot gaze exuded a strong color of longing, obviously not wanting to give Xuanluo any chance to take advantage.

"What's more, in order to survive now, you even have to devour the souls of the same kind, and I can't believe you just because of this. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Luo's whole body was shocked, and his face under the mask suddenly distorted for a moment, who was he? He was a "half-saint" level existence that dominated the world in the Middle Ages.

No matter where you go, you will be worshipped, and you will be worshiped by countless people, not to mention anything else, just by the word semi-saint, it is enough to prove.

To be able to become such a person, how could he be the kind of person who is untrustworthy in his words? The words of the wind and the clear wind were almost like extremely small needles, piercing deep into Xuanluo's heart.

originally wanted to refute, but the last sentence made him swallow all the words that came to his mouth in an instant, after all, what he said was the truth.

A monk who devours the souls of the same kind with his design, doing this is the style of the Demon Dao, who would dare to believe such a person? For a while, a feeling of loneliness and helplessness spread throughout the body.

He almost seemed to have lost all his strength, and he could no longer refute any of Feng Qingyang's words, just standing in the void, without the previous hideousness, let alone the previous killing intent, and only a kind of loneliness like a drooping old man.

"Boy, you're right, I really can't make you believe in my personality, after all, in my current terms, people are not ghosts, and I have gone to the original thing......"

He sighed deeply, and then raised his right hand and put it on the mask on his face, and the moment he put it up, he paused for a few breaths, and his trembling hand silently interpreted his tangled heart at the moment.

Time passed slowly, and Feng Qingyang didn't know how long it was, maybe a day, maybe two days, or more, but he didn't make a sound to disturb Xuanluo.

He knew that at this time, Xuanluo Deity may be facing an inner torment, once he breaks through, he will get the sublimation of his soul, although he can't be resurrected, but he can not live so tired from now on.

Finally, his trembling hand stopped, gently grasped the mask, and then, with a slight force, took it off.

The deep pupils looked at the wind Qingyang, which seemed to be no different from the eyes under the mask, but the wind Qingyang who watched it was jumping quickly in his heart.

This is not nervous, but because of shock and surprise, Xuanluo's voice sounded like a middle-aged man, but after taking off the mask, the lineup revealed was actually like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

The kind of aging and vicissitudes that are not normal, as well as the lingering tiredness and pain on the face, are full of life, and a face is engraved with the dark traces of time.

What kind of face is this, Feng Qingyang sighed in his heart, originally for Xuanluo's blackmail and his previous threats to him, but now that he thinks about it, he suddenly feels that he really shouldn't be.

Where is this hero, it is clearly an old man who is dying and twilight, with traces on his face, there is no hegemony, no evil, and no hideousness.

"Isn't it scary for me to be like this?" Looking at Feng Qingyang's slightly open mouth, Xuanluo smiled bitterly in his heart, and the wrinkles on his face became even more distorted under his inner statement.

"You say, with my appearance, can you still believe me?" he said to himself, and his suspended body fell down in an instant, descending to Feng Qingyang's side.

In his eyes, the previous killing intent and anger were gone, as if he had never appeared, or he was explained as a hideous and terrifying demon with a mask, so now he took off the mask, he was the real him, a real "half-saint" level powerhouse, but this strong man was a little painful.

"That's who you really are. Feng Qingyang spoke lightly, and said to Xuan Luo in an ordinary and casual tone, and his voice disappeared from the initial toughness and harshness, and turned into modesty.

Hearing this, Xuan Luo smiled again, still a bitter smile, the smile was terrifying to the extreme, if the corners of his mouth twitched, others would even think that he was on the verge of going berserk.

"Do you want to hide under the mask all the time?" At the end, Feng Qingyang said softly again, and as soon as these words came out, Xuanluo's face was visibly distorted for a moment.

But just for a moment, like the dragon's scales, the wind is clear, it is undoubtedly to the point, and when it comes to his heart, the pain is clearly irreparable.

"Do you think I want to?" At this moment, Xuan Luo was like a lonely person who had not spoken for 10,000 years, and after these words came out, he immediately poured out in the wind and the rivers and seas.

"Relatives, apprentices, masters, all fell under the pressure of the years, and now there is only one person left who is not a ghost or a ghost, do you think I am not tired alive?"

"Do you know how I feel in my heart, tens of thousands of years of loneliness, no one can know, every moment of every day is worrying, whether tomorrow will be detected by the Heavenly Dao, and then wipe it out, will I still be able to live in this state of divine soul at that time?

If you can discover the secret of this place today, won't there be anyone in the future? Even if you don't tell it, maybe someone will tell it next time. ”

He was verbose, and he spoke for a long time, every word was like a cannon, and he could hardly open his mouth to answer when he spoke so clearly, he could only look at him quietly, looking at the poor man in front of him.