"The battlefield is indeed the best place to urge one's own shortcomings." Mo Qingkuang sighed softly: "But after so many years of fierce battles, each of us has experienced at least a hundred battles of all sizes. However, the life-and-death battle on the battlefield can only be adapted to the evil of the battlefield. If we can really find an opponent with a chess and drums, we can truly improve our shortcomings."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

After a long time, Liu Wumei sighed softly.

"Originally, Yang Wenjun has always been the best opponent in my heart." A faint trace flashed in Liu Wumei's eyes: "It's a pity that God is jealous of talent, and a good opponent like Yang Wenjun eventually fell into the hands of the demon clan."

"What did you say?" Mo Qingkuang's body suddenly shook, and his expression suddenly became abnormal: "Wumei, repeat your words, it is best not to miss a single word."

Liu Wumei couldn't help but be shocked. “I said, ‘In my heart, Yang Wenjun has always been the best opponent in my mind. It’s a pity that God is jealous of talent and a good opponent like Yang Wenjun, but eventually fell into the hands of the demon clan.”

"No, just one sentence."

"Originally, Yang Wenjun has always been the best opponent in my mind."

"Not this."

"It's a pity that God is jealous of talent and a good opponent like Yang Wenjun ended up in the hands of the demons."

"No, just a few words."

"In the end, he fell in the hands of the demons."

"It's still wrong."

"Good opponent?"

"wrong."

"God is jealous of talent?"

Mo Qingkuang suddenly looked up, and his blood-stained expression solidified on his face, and for a moment he seemed extremely ferocious.

"How could this happen?" Mo Qingkuang's eyes suddenly became confused, and his eyes were full of surprise: "It is absolutely impossible, and it is a fact that it has been a foregone conclusion. Is there a problem in that link? Could it be that God is really jealous of talented talents, and is destined to make even a peerless genius like Yang Wenjun unable to grow up?"

Everyone's faces were stunned, and their expressions were full of helplessness.

Even in this moment, their expressions showed a hint of unnatural expression. For the amazing and stunning human girl, even if everyone was hostile to each other, no one was impressed by her demeanor and talent. Yang Wenjun died at the hands of the demons, and they felt sorry for her many times in private.

But now, Mo Qingkuang seemed to be suddenly crazy, and the expression in his eyes became extremely strange.

"There must be something wrong, and there must be something wrong with that link, but where is the problem? Why can't I find a little clue?" Mo Qingkuang murmured to himself, as if he was obsessed with it: "If Yang Wenjun has a problem himself, then where did this problem start again?"

But everyone was depressed.

Now on the battlefield, the situation may change rapidly at any time. After a brief rest, they will immediately go to the battlefield again.

As a veteran who has been through the battlefield, what you should do at this time is to restore your spiritual power and replenish your physical strength as quickly as possible. Thinking about some things that are not related to the battlefield is simply a waste of this not enough rest time, and it is not what a qualified veteran should do.

However, before everyone could react, the horn sounded again.

At this time, it was their turn to launch an attack again.

Mo Qingkuang held the waist knife in his hand dullly and rushed to the battlefield with his brothers beside him strode. However, at this time, Mo Qingkuang seemed to be out of his mind, his eyes were full of confusion, and his hand waving the knife became a little unnatural,,,,,

Everything was pitch black when you looked at it.

Zhuo Junlin was lying on the stone bed, his bones seemed to gradually disappear. The bone that had been hurt for no reason, gradually stopped resisting the pain.

I don’t know whether it is because my six consciousnesses have become numb or I have already lost all my consciousness.

The pain of the sucking ants was so nostalgic.

Even Zhuo Junlin himself seemed to have forgotten how long he had been lying here.

He only knew that it seemed that it had been a long time, and it seemed that it was yesterday.

But that unforgettable pain is now the only source of Zhuo Junlin's awakening. Perhaps when a sensation of pain disappears, he may really fall asleep and forget the past and past,,,,,,

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Now, this is the question Zhuo Junlin thinks the most.

Even at this moment, Zhuo Junlin felt that his spiritual consciousness was extremely clear, but the past became clearer.

The scenes that happened in the past seemed to be yesterday.

From the border to the desert, I first met Yang Wenjun from the desert, from the small village to Lingzhengmen, from Qiuyue Mountain to get married, from Qiuyue Mountain to various tribes, and from Qiuyue Mountain, they fought against each other in the Golden Light Formation, both of them were injured. After being taken away by Qingyin Immortal Official, I screamed every day, while crying, hugging Qingyin Immortal Official's thigh and rubbing his nose, and the Qingyin Immortal Official's extremely disgusted look with a hint of doting.

When I saw Leng Qiuyue, the helpless boy looked like a boy who was stripped of his pants and spanked by Zhuo Ziyi. He was then trapped by Renwang and Jiuzu into the Zhuxian Formation. He has experienced countless dangers,,,,,

Trials of the several levels, fierce battles, the Nantian Camp, blood flowed into a river.

Above the Nine Heavens, witnessing the style of those powerful men who only existed in the legend in the past, and witnessing the style of the Lord of Emperor Fall and the Emperor of Heaven with their own eyes.

Then to the Black and White Building, the battlefield of gods and demons,,,,,,

Everything that happened before seemed to be vivid in my mind.

Everything in the past is clear.

The only thing that is unclear is only one problem.

who I am?

Where am I coming from, where am I going?

Even in the path I am taking, how should I continue to move forward?

What am I doing with such persistence? For whom am I suffering my own extreme pain? Even if I am already covered in bruises, I am still gritting my teeth and moving forward?

Who else dares to sacrifice his life for me, fearless and fearless?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?
Chapter completed!