Chapter 2081: dispute

Yuan Lao noticed the eyes of Li Luoshui, suddenly shocked, turned and held the ancient sword in his arms, as if holding a child.

"Teng snake swords are all on the hands of Luo Wei! You even hit the old man's idea of ​​this sword!" Yuan said.

Li Luo’s face showed a hint of innocent color. “I didn’t say that I want you to have this sword.”

When I heard the words of Li Luoshui, Yuan Lao’s look relaxed.

However, the next sentence of Li Luoshui made him nervous. "But the shadow of this sword is in harmony with the true meaning of good and evil. If you pass on the good and evil to the levy, this sword is also given to him, but it is absolutely With..."

"It's a perfect match! Anyway, don't hit me with this sword!"

Li Luoshui said that he still wants to play the idea of ​​this sword. Yuan Lao suddenly laughed and laughed.

After hearing the dialogue between the mother and the old Yuan, Luo Zheng and Luo Wei also looked at each other with helplessness. At this stage, they can't insert words, but it is hard to say something.

Li Luoshui suddenly said: "Is it true that Yuan did not think about it, will we return to the mother world one day?"

"Think! Of course I thought..." Yuan Lao turned a blind eye.

The domain of the gods is unusually large for ordinary people. This is a complete world.

Many true gods don't care what is outside the domain, what chaos, they only know the gods, and even only know the countless large and small domains in the gods, as well as the big and small gods, here is where they live. .

Even many saints think so, they are not interested in chaos.

But Yuan Lao, Li Luoshui, they are from the mother world.

They know that the mother world is the center of chaos. Although this **** domain is carefully constructed by Chiyou, forming a complete circular world, it can also produce many incredible creatures, but what about this? Perfection is nothing more than a boat...

Yuan Lao dreams that he will return to the mother world one day.

He even regretted that he should not be on this boat, and it is better to die in the mother world than here!

"My father said that on this boat, one day, hope will be born," Li Luoshui said.

"The hope should be born in the Limin! And Li Min was killed!" Yuan Lao retorted.

Numerous people are descendants of the nine Li people. Among them, there are many more and less blood, and they have been passed down from generation to generation. It is indeed hopeful that the most pure Chiyou blood will be born. They will continue to grow in the depths of chaos, perhaps shouldering Focus on the heavy responsibility of the entire Li ethnic group.

This idea is indeed good. Even if the Li people in the mother world are killed, the fires of hope can be preserved in the realm.

But with the pursuit of the soldiers of the Emperor Hong, they completely erased their hopes!

The saints, that is, Li Min, were killed!

Over the years, Yuan Lao has been in despair...

Although he opened up the land of contending, it was just an attempt in despair. He just didn't want to watch the gods crash.

As for returning to the mother world?

He knew that day would never come.

"Luo Zheng is not Li Min?" Li Luoshui asked.

Li Luoshui asked this question, but he asked Yuan Lao.

Luo Zheng contains the pure blood of Chiyou. From the moment Luo Zhi contacted Ruomu, Yuan Lao had already noticed it.

But what about the pure Chiyou blood?

Yuan Lao once had it...

"He, he can only be regarded as a half Limin? After all, he is not our Li people!" Yuan Lao retorted.

This is a bit unreasonable.

Li Luo's otter glared at Yuan Lao for a while, his face sank. "This ship originally carried the hope of my Li people, but now you have to choose to turn a blind eye. It was a mistake for my father to choose you as the captain!"

When the voice fell, she turned her head and said to Luo Zheng: "Zhenger, dear, let's go! I don't have to ask this guy!"

Speaking of long hair fluttering, wrapped in Luo Zheng and Luo Wei, they will take them away.

There was a touch in Yuan Lao’s heart. When he reached out and pressed it, an invisible force was suppressed from the top of the deep well, and Li Luo water was stopped.

"Maybe you are right..." Yuan Lao said with a bitter face: "The leader chose the wrong object. My will is not strong enough. There are so many young heroes of the Li nationality, and the nine chiefs of our Li nationality, and 100,000. You Youwei...all lost! How can I believe in a true god?"

"He has not entered the other side of the land, he has thousands of van Gogh!" Li Luoshui reiterated.

"How about that! A thousand-van domain is worthy of a tribe in our Li nationality? Luoshui... You are still very young when you leave the mother world, and your years are spent in the gods most of the time, you are not Knowing what kind of existence the mother world is, some of them are enchanting, you can't imagine!" Yuan Lao said faintly.

Li Luo water was silent.

She does not have much say in the mother world.

"However, as long as there is a hint of hope, even if it is a possibility of one in a billion, try to fight for one time," Yuan said suddenly. "At this point, the old man is not as good as you, not as rash." Luo Wei!"

After Yuan Lao finished speaking, he looked at Luo Zheng faintly. "When your mother gave the snake sword to Luo Wei, the old man was strongly opposed. I wanted to see it. Luo Xiao’s boy wanted to play with the snake sword. What kind of tricks come! I didn’t expect that today, the shadow sword that followed the old man’s battle could not be saved!”

Then he held the bronze sword in his hand.

When his five fingers squeezed the hilt, the momentum of the whole person changed dramatically.

He is like a dead wood. Suddenly, a green bud grows out one day, and the decaying gas on his body disappears.

Just as he slowly lifted the shadow sword, the meaning of good and evil in the land of the dispute also changed...

The entire Ruomu, at the same time, has also undergone dramatic changes!

The momentum that hangs over the entire non-attack land has also changed dramatically!

In the name of the sword **** city...

Some of the upper gods looked up and looked at the position of Ruomu in the west.

"What's wrong? How has the momentum that suppressed us changed?"

"A strong will!"

"What happened inside the swordsman?"

Even among the swords, only a very small number of people know the truth about the land of dispute.

Many true gods are more likely to think that the land of non-attack is the layout of the swords.

Mo Yaner stood on the top of the tower and looked at the huge Ruomu tree shadow in the distance. The eyes were full of doubts. This is too abnormal.

"Hey..."

The ink code around him is also full of strange colors. "This momentum in the non-attack land has failed! No longer suppress the evil thoughts in the heart! What happened to Ruomu?"

Even the ink, it is thought that the land of non-attack is formed because of wood.

Since countless gods, the non-attack land has never expired even a breath of time.

This is a very unusual thing.

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