Chapter 5075

After thousands of years, he thought that he had already broken his love, but he was obsessed with it. But at this time, when I saw the magic weapon of my life that I had been disobeying for a long time, I still had a ripple in my heart. Qingming sword seems to feel the fluctuation of his mood, humming and trembling. Strands of emotion passed to his heart. It's yearning, it's grievance, it's longing, it's ambition. Ten thousand years have passed. I don't know when Qingming sword gave birth to a weak spirit. However, the spirit was abandoned by him and sealed for thousands of years. At the moment, there is no resentment, only joy and closeness. Mo Qingshan at the moment of this body has no emotions, even the pain is almost not felt. But now he felt as if there was a place in his soul where the needle was pricking. It's very painful. Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, raised his sword in his hand, looked at Mu Yan and said in a deep voice: "Jun Mu Yan, come on, as you wish, finish the last battle of our destiny. I hope you do your best and don't be distracted by anything. " Muyan took a deep breath, and the seven swords around him slowly drew one circle after another. The music played by Tianmo Qin has gradually changed from melodious to high pitched and sharp. Qiang! The next moment, they move almost at the same time. The blade collides with the blade. The world is turbulent and the wind and cloud change color. The door of the sky shook slightly, sweeping more yin evil spirit. The bottom has been hoping that Moyan can save his friars and ordinary people, watching moqingshan and Moyan fight into a group. The piano sounds, but no skill falls on them. Their wounds are still festering and bleeding. The poison in them lost the suppression of Qi Huang and began to revive. They have fewer and fewer comrades in arms. This time, however, no one will come down from the sky to save them“ Master, why... Why not save us? " A friar with a broken arm fell to his knees and let out a desperate cry, "aren't you the way of heaven? Aren't we your people? How can you leave our life and death alone? "“ What the way of heaven! To put it bluntly, it's just a selfish ghost who only cares about his own life and death... No one will come to save us. What if the door of the sky is closed and the disaster of heaven is over? Aren't we going to die yet? Ha ha ha... "Goddess, help us! Please help us“ We all begged you like that. Why don't you save us“ God damn it! I don't believe it anymore! Go to die, I can't live, let's go to die together, ha ha... "There is a mess below. Even some friars rushed to the mortals and wanted to catch them as their own ghosts. Some people are crying, some are praying, some are cursing... When is the end? It's not the time when ghosts are rampant and heaven's disaster comes. Monks die one by one, not even when there is no one left. Only when the heart of the people is lax, all hope is lost, and only despair is left, is the real end of the world. In the fight with Mo Qingshan in the air, Mu Yan suddenly felt as if the power in his body had been taken away a little. Her figure stagnated, and the sword of Qingming in Mo Qingshan's hand stabbed her shoulder with blood. Mu Yan quickly stepped back for a distance, his chest fluctuated violently, and his face was as white as rice paper.