Just like the choice made by Nanaya, Ixiang as a magician, he also made a choice.

Bear the stigma, or be left alone.

The true wise men are all lonely, and they have been so since ancient times, from stargazers, to Ixiang, and even now the Seven Nights.

They know some truth, and in return for knowing that truth, they need to pay something, and this kind of thing depends on their choice. They had a better choice, and thankfully none of them abandoned their race.

Why did the magician Ixiang do so much.

Why did he plan the second battle of righteousness and demons, and why did he release the hundred clans to make the heavens and the earth turbulent.

Everything that seems meaningless, just a war maniac's fetish, under this starry sky, is as clear and clear as bright stars.

"In the first battle of righteousness and demons, there is speculation, or it is said that it is not only Junzifeng and Haocang who are united to make plans, as a generation of wise men, the demon master Yixiang is also involved, which is not difficult to see. Although I don't know if the disappearance of the two of them after that has anything to do with you, what the magician has been doing is just delaying. ”

"Very novel explanation. The weigher didn't comment much on Seven Nights' words.

For a human monk who rejected his kindness, all he was thinking about now was whether he could finally use the value of the other party.

Qiye didn't expect the man in charge of the scales to say anything useful, he only showed himself what he hoped he would see, and for those who were more obscure, he would only hide deep in the depths of the sea of stars and never reveal it.

When he is saying these things, he is not just telling the scale-bearer, he is also talking to himself.

Say a reason, a reason for the true rehabilitation of the mage Ixiang.

"The first battle between the righteous and the demons was fought until the heavens and the earth almost collapsed, threatening your existence, so you really appeared in front of the human monk for the first time. In the years that followed, Junzifeng and Haocang disappeared one by one. As one of the only three people who knows the truth, the magician Ixiang will not sit idly by and must do something. So he chose what he was best at and planned the war. ”

"The Second Demon War, he deliberately provoked it, he tried to use this to attract your attention, but the effect was not ideal, because human cultivation is regressing. ”

"So he thought of another way, that is, to cooperate with the demon clan that was also sealed by you, release the demon cultivator of the hundred clans, seal the demon clan to summon strong enemies to the human race, this may also be your plan to kill people with a knife, but even this may lead to turmoil in the human world, at least it delays time. ”

The man in charge of the scale didn't answer Qiye's words, but the more he spoke, the deeper his brows wrinkled, and in the end he couldn't help but interrupt the other party's words.

"You said he was delaying time, how could he delay, the two human cultivators Jun Zifeng and Hao Cang were not there, what chance could he have to turn the tide alone?"

"That's what I said, why did Yi Xiang do this, indeed, he is only one person, or he may be about to reach the height of the gentleman Feng Haocang, but he is still only one person, and one person is not enough to compete with you. ”

Speaking of this, Qiye's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he said word by word: "But, there is only one person, but there are many demons!"

Not to mention a lot, there are a lot of gifted demon cultivators among the hundred clans, which can be described as a hundred flowers blooming, not to mention the demon clan masters like He Xi and Phoenix.

The person in charge of the scale only thinks about how to suppress the human race, so that the cultivation of the human monk is constantly regressing, maybe give him another ten hundred years, and the human race will really not be enough to reach the height it once was, so as to achieve the goal of Yongzhen.

But the demon clan is different, the demon clan was only suppressed in the formation by the Ten Thousand Blood Sealing Spirit Array, and their strength has not declined much.

The most important thing is that their terrifying talents, many rare inheritances are still there, and each terrifying talent can grow into a generation of powerhouses.

"This is the courage of the mage Ixiang, and I, even if I can say it and see through it, I can't do it. In the end, Seven Nights fell silent.

The price of the demon master Yi Xiang doing this is a plan to be implemented at the greatest cost of human destruction, not to mention that Junzi Feng and Hao Cang are still there, will they agree, even if Qiye knows about this in advance, he will definitely stop it.

Because the cost is too great, and it is too heavy, so heavy that one mistake will fall into an irreparable situation.

Not only that, but he also had to bear a lifetime of infamy and resentment from all human monks, and the price was not insignificant.

But the magician Ixiang dared to do that, he pretended to be a war maniac, a person who can do anything to kill for the sake of war, and hidden under this madness is actually a heart that pays silently.

Junzi Feng and Hao Cang disappeared mysteriously, as the only person who knew the truth, he had taken on too much, and it had far exceeded Seven Nights.

Fortunately, now, there is one more person who can understand him.

A man who knows the truth, but is about to die.

"Having said so much, is this all your last words? I thought that a wise person would say something incredible, but it seems that I thought too much. Human beings, when facing death, always carry a feeling of regret. ”

The man in charge said contemptuously. Before that, he still admired Qiye very much, at least the talent of the four origins of heaven and earth, even if it was the starry sky, he would tremble when he grew up.

This growth takes time.

And time is in his hands.

Seven Nights rejected him and made an unwise choice, so he lost time, so he didn't have any threat, at least much weaker than the two humans who had secretly grown up hiding from him.

Nanaya didn't speak, his gaze calm, as if looking at the faintest stars in the sky.

There are so many bright stars in the sky, every star is his choice, he has so many choices, why choose the weakest one.

He actually said that the man in charge of the scales was the weakest, and if he said such a thing, he might be wiped out in the next moment, this is a small human being provoking the will of the starry sky.

Neither side said a word, the memory of the light faded, and the place where they stood returned to the empty starry sky, where there were no winds, flowers, snow, moons, flowers, grasses, insects and fish, and the only thing that could witness them was those silent stars, and this starry sky.

There are many stars, the ones that are near are bright, and the stars that are far away are faint.

The alternating light and dark look like the embellishment of this starry sky.

If it is in the Pingbei Desert, it must be extremely beautiful to be able to stand on the high platform of the Ancient Star Courtyard and look at such a starry sky like an ancient monk stargazer.

For some reason, Nanaya was thinking about inconsequential things now, and he didn't feel nervous at all. Because of the difference in strength, he felt that even if he was nervous, it was pointless, so it was better to relax and work hard to make the next sword.

He only had a chance with a sword.

It's not so much a struggle.

Struggling is also an opportunity, if the fish dies, the net can still be broken, and if a hole in the net is bigger, the fish may not necessarily die.

Of course, this is just maybe, such an opportunity, whether it is Qiye or the person in charge of the scale, I don't think there will be, it is very slim, this is a mortal situation, Qiye's decision seems to lead him to a point of no return.

He's still watching, admiring the starry sky.

This state is very wrong, because the starry sky is his enemy, his opponent, and never human, and his own.

Qiye looked at it like this, so that even the person in charge of the scale found out that something was wrong, so much so that he almost said the words "If you like it like this, it's better to be obedient".

Of course, he knew that if he was so stupid, the great starry sky would not allow him to say it, so he didn't make a sound, he had doubts, and he didn't understand why Seven Nights kept staring at those stars.

Seven Nights didn't know why he was staring at the stars.

It was as if there was something in those stars, something familiar, something that made my blood boil, that made my whole body throb.

Those are the two brightest stars.

The brightest, which means the closest, the two stars closest to the Seven Nights and the Scale-Bearer, suddenly rushed towards their positions under the gaze of the Seven Nights and the hesitation of the Scale-Bearer.

How fast?

Even the man in charge of the scales only moved his eyelids.

But that was enough, and the scale-bearer lifted his eyelids, and three starlights of different colors appeared in front of him, two of which were aimed at the two stars that rushed towards him, and the other was straight to the seven nights.

Nanaya also reacted from a stunned state all of a sudden, which can even be said to be just an instinct.

The evil sword in his hand was swinged, and at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, a vague sword shadow was swung out, as if the wind blowing the autumn leaves was blowing, full of loneliness.

A sword with a taste.

This is the seven nights after stepping into the fairyland, the sword that came out, the way of heaven has four seasons, the sword also has four seasons, the autumn sword pays attention to a "drag" word, as if the cold autumn wind can slowly blow off a dead leaf.

When all the yellow leaves fall to the ground, and only a lone old tree remains, it is the autumn wind that wins.

Qiye's judgment under the electric light, he also couldn't see the attack of the scale-bearer, and could only vaguely distinguish that it was a starlight.

But how strong the starlight is, what is special about it, whether it can send itself to life with one move, these are too late to think about it for seven nights.

He can retreat, he can dodge, he can dodge, but it may also be just a waste of effort, so he followed his instinctive judgment and used the autumn sword, because he knew that his attack would definitely not be the opponent of the scale holder, and he could only use the procrastination trick.

Just like the demon like Yixiang, when he didn't think that his strength could compete with the scale-bearer, he also chose the tactic of delaying.

Sometimes, procrastination is also a means.

Not everyone can drag a few rounds under the scale man, and not everyone is worthy of the starry sky will like the scale man, because they are not worthy.

The vague shadow of the sword is like the autumn wind, and the starlight is an evergreen tree that is not old and unconvinced, rushing straight into this autumn mood, trying to challenge it with its own verdant, and even its light is very compatible with the dripping green.

The autumn wind is invisible, and the seven nights are dancing with the evil sword, and the figure is retreating, constantly circling.

The green starlight was very strong, and even if it was a hasty move by the person in charge of the scale, it also contained terrifying energy.

He should be glad that this was only an attack by the Scale-Bearer divided into three, and the attack on his side, judging by the shining light, was the weakest side.

On the other two sides, the starlight that blasted towards the two suddenly attacked stars was more than ten times brighter than his own, which made Nanaya feel for a moment that the idea of only one sword just now seemed a bit fantastical.

But he wasn't discouraged.

Even more because the person in charge of the scale suddenly opened his mouth out of shape, he found the meaning of persevering.

"It's you! Damn, you guys actually ran out of there, damn it!" roared angrily, finally gushing out uncontrollably.

It can be said that there are fewer genius human monks who can make the scale-bearer angry to this point than the genius human monks who are worthy of his hands, and in the mind of Qiye, combined with the previous performance of the scale-bearer, there are two matching candidates.

Gentlemanly style.

Haocang.