Only without regrets and only without jiu can one dare to have the desire to die.

But only by regret can one truly see through the world.

When suddenly becomes indifferent, when sentient beings become ruthless, they regard the past paradise as a handful of unstoppable ruins.

Only by having a guilty and regret can you bear to abandon everything and learn to be lonely.

"I have seen the sun, moon and stars." Mo Wendong raised his finger and met the galaxy.

"Have you seen it?" Xiao Haochen's pupils shrank. He noticed that Mo Wendong's fingering was no less than his galaxy condensed above a sword!

From this finger, he saw the sunset of the moon spring, and the sunset shining above the desert.

I saw the softest spring breeze in the world crossing the jade gate, and thus created peach blossoms that were only trapped in my old dreams.

Xiao Haochen saw the beauty that he had seen in the world.

Mo Wendong, I have seen it.

At this time, he condensed all the beauty that had turned into a bubble on this finger.

Face the light of the nine stars.

"I have seen the desolation of the world."

"If I hadn't seen Taoyuan."

One finger falls!

The moon fades and the sun fades.

The Beidou capsizes.

The star sword in Xiao Haochen's hand scattered into star dust again.

"Don't forget that the music of the sky was brought from the hands of King Muhuai." Mo Wendong appeared beside the chessboard and fell apart casually, "I have been comprehending for a long time than you."

"So, sir, have had such a reckless time." Xiao Haochen was not surprised too much, but let go of his hand.

"It is precisely because the hearts of the world are unpredictable and I have experienced too many separations that I am so afraid of variables." Mo Wendong looked up at the rising star dust, "and only with regret can one have a deeper understanding of everything."

Xiao Haochen smiled slightly, "It turns out that Mr. has long been to the variables here."

Mo Wendong looked at him coldly, "You are wrong. There will never be any variables in the situation I am in. Because-"

"I'll count!"

"Even if the unjust death of the celestial guest has led to your determination to set up a plan in the world." Xiao Haochen jumped to the chessboard, "But this cannot be a reason for you to regard those innocent people as chess pieces. You are just covering up the fragility in your heart in the name of revenge! You have calculated the hearts of the world, but you have never been willing to face your own heart."

"Since you don't want to face it, then face me!"

"Let me help you and return to the west!" Xiao Haochen raised his right hand high above his head, and then focused on the chessboard!

All the pieces he had fallen before were scattered into ink strands at this moment, and each strand of ink strands appeared as a dragon, hovering around Xiao Haochen. Although this move had extraordinary temperament, it was silent around him.

"The heaven is clear, and the earth is calm." Xiao Haochen murmured.

Mo Wendong wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say a word.

With this powerful move, the world finally returned to silence.

Mo Wendong smiled, waved his sleeves and dispersed the invisible formation in front of him, and said, "Is this your killer move?"

"You have made all living beings, but today you will die under the chess piece." Xiao Haochen said in a deep voice: "It's also retribution." He raised his sleeves, and the wandering dragons poured down towards Mo Wendong!

"The endgame shows the world, and the chess pieces can be swept together. It's very good." Mo Wendong also lost a single son.

The sea appears in the sky tower!

There are stars reflected in the vast ocean!

"This is!" Xiao Haochen felt cold.

"Heaven and earth? The false heaven and earth are worthy of trapping me!" Mo Wendong shouted violently!

The dragon is swallowed by the sea.

Xiao Haochen took dozens of steps in a row, and Chen Weitianyi under his feet also began to stagnate.

"You're defeated." Mo Wendong pointed at him.

Xiao Haochen tried his best to stand without falling down, and grinned at Mo Wendong, "But I have the last son, do you believe it?"

At the foot of the mountain.

"The movement on the top of the mountain seems to have stopped?" Yue Julou narrowed his eyes.

Someone asked, "Then, go up the mountain?"

Yue Julou pondered for a moment and looked at Murong Haoyue in front of him.

But Murong Haoyue was beyond everyone's expectations. She was covered in white clothes flying with the wind, stepped on the thunder sword in one step, and rushed towards the mountain with her sword!

"The last son?" Mo Wendong frowned.

Xiao Haochen nodded, "You will die after this son."

Mo Wendong looked at him and shook his head, "You only have the last breath. If you choose to return to Wudang at this time, you may be able to live for decades with this immortal body. As for this last son, you no longer have a chance."

Xiao Haochen shook his head, "But I don't want to go back yet."

"That will only make you die. It's a pity. If you wait a few more years, you might be able to surpass me. Unfortunately, you chose to hit the stone with an egg when your wings are not yet full." Mo Wendong sighed lightly: "But I have to admit that you are a respectable opponent."

"If this is not the case, I'm afraid that the world will not have such a few years." Xiao Haochen lowered his head slightly, unable to see the expression on his face.

"I don't know how can I die if my husband wants me?"

"I'm not the only one who wants to kill you." Mo Wendong slowly looked up.

I saw the building door suddenly open.

A bitter murderous aura poured in, and a gust of wind swept across the building instantly.

Murong Haoyue, with fiery pupils, stood at the door, and there was thunder surrounding the thunder box.

"Luo Feiyu, I have disappeared for many days." On Junshan, Gu Jingyao called his name directly, his tone was indifferent.

Luo Feiyu did not feel any discomfort, and patted a stone beside him, "Sit down."

"Sorry, I still have something to do." Gu Jingyao refused him.

"What else can be more important than drinking?" Luo Feiyu smiled.

Gu Jingyao said in a deep voice: "Why do you still have the leisure to drink?"

"I should meet again after a long time, that's how it should be." Luo Feiyu replied.

Gu Jingyao sighed softly, "Do you know my current identity?"

"The devil who killed the city is just that." Luo Feiyu drank a glass of wine.

Gu Jingyao narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what this means?"

Luo Feiyu shrugged, "Of course."

At this time, the group of people from the martial arts world arrived quickly. Someone recognized Luo Feiyu, "It's you!"

"Come on, please shout out loud, who am I?" Luo Feiyu said aloud.

"The descendant of the Demon Head Looking for the Celestial Guest! The Little Demon Head Luo Feiyu!" The man said with excitement and indignation.

"Look, that's just that." Luo Feiyu pulled out his ears and said helplessly: "But the title of Little Devil is too ugly."

"Is the remnants of the Burial Sword Returning to their hometown, are they dreaming of making a comeback?" Qiu Rumeng said coldly.

Luo Feiyu rolled his eyes, "Please, when the Burial Sword Villa was destroyed, I was not born yet, and the word "remnant" was simply nonsense. I was just listening to a story that an old man told for several years. And I am today."

"It is to protect this beautiful story."

"And, my brother."
Chapter completed!