Chapter 5090

Mo Qingshan suddenly began to laugh, and then the laughter became bigger and bigger, but there was no joy in the laughter, only strong pain and regret“ Liuyin... Liuyin... Liuyin, why, why, you should choose others instead of me? Why do you sacrifice yourself for those who have nothing to do with us? "“ Why... "Mo Qingshan suddenly knelt down and murmured with a cry," no, I shouldn't ask you why, I should ask myself. Why did I force you to such a desperate situation? " All of a sudden, his body split inch by inch, and then his bones smashed. A crystal clear heart of Luocha floats in the air. There are more and more cracks on it. Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. The seventh level ghost stopped his forward movement and looked greedily and cautiously at the heart of the Rocha floating in the air. What a magnificent energy, if, if you can swallow it down... Qi Jie Hu's ghosts and gods are in a trance because of greed. By the time of reaction, his body has appeared in front of the heart of Luocha, and he opens his mouth to bite it“ Ah, ah --! " The shrill scream came, and a flame burned from the mouth of the seven step ghost. But the seventh level ghost was reluctant to spit it out. On the contrary, his eyes were full of ruthlessness. With a click, a small piece of Luocha's heart was bitten off and swallowed. When the seventh level ghost wants to eat more, the sword light flashes. The girl who had been lying on the ground had slowly stood up. In the eyes of the seventh level ghost, a touch of fear passed by. He endured the burning pain in his body, quickly disappeared in the same place, and rushed to the human and demon army. Muyan did not go to pursue the seventh level ghost, but looked at the heart of Luocha, which was only half left, but full of cracks. Mo Qingshan's illusory figure looms near the half broken heart of Luocha. His face returned to normal, and there was no anger, ferocity and regret in his ice blue eyes. His face became unusually peaceful. It's like finally putting everything down. Mo Qingshan looked at Mu Yan for a long time, then said in a soft voice: "I admit that you are qualified to be a disciple of Liuyin. If you can die in your hands, and if you can die under the master of music, it can be regarded as... You have achieved your wish." Mu Yan's hand moves slightly into the air. Seven colorful swords flew over and surrounded him, giving out the glittering light. The girl's face is also set off like ice and snow. Mo Qingshan looks at Mu Yan, but his eyes seem to see the far end through her“ You're right. Ten thousand years ago, I made a mistake. It's my paranoia and distrust that makes Liuyin a dead end. But I was so miserable and so regretful that I forced myself to forget all this and believe that Liuyin still lives in the Lord's world. " When Mo Qingshan said these words, he looked very calm. But two lines of clear tears slipped into his eyes and dissipated in the air. Mu Yan didn't know why Mo Qingshan, who was already in a state of broken soul, shed tears. Just looking at the dissipated tears in the air, her heart was still filled with bitterness and depression. Ten thousand years ago, when he wanted to rescue the martial arts performing mainland and let Qihuang free, what was his mood to atone for his husband and choose to die? And Mo Qingshan, who watched his beloved woman die because of herself, experienced what kind of pain and regret that made him tamper with this memory.