After tens of thousands of years, he thought that he had lost all love and only had obsession.

But at this moment, seeing the long-lost magic weapon, ripples still appeared in my heart.

Qingming Sword seemed to feel the fluctuations in his mood, buzzing and trembling.

Threads of emotion were conveyed to his heart.

It is yearning, grievance, desire, and aspiration to kill.

Thousands of years have passed, and Qingming Sword gave birth to a weak weapon spirit at some unknown time.

However, this weapon spirit was abandoned and sealed by him for thousands of years.

At this moment, there was no resentment at all, only joy and closeness.

Mo Qingshan's body at this moment has no joy, anger, sorrow, and even pain.

But at this moment, he felt as if his soul was being pricked by needles somewhere.

It hurts thinly and densely.

Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, raised the Qingming Sword in his hand, looked at Muyan, and said in a deep voice: "Jun Muyan, come on, complete our fateful final battle as you wish. I hope you will go all out

, don’t be distracted by anything.”

Muyan took a deep breath, and the seven swords around her slowly drew circles one after another.

The sound played by the Tianmo Qin gradually changed from melodious to high-pitched and sharp.

Clang——!

The next moment, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

Sword blades collided with each other.

The world is in turmoil, and the wind and clouds are changing colors.

The door to the sky swayed slightly, sweeping in more evil energy.

The monks and mortals below who had been hoping that Muyan could come to save them watched helplessly as Muyan and Mo Qingshan fought together.

The sound of the piano was ringing, but not a single skill fell on them.

Their wounds were still festering and bleeding.

The ghouls among them lost the suppression of [Shu Jing Qihuang] and gradually began to reappear.

There are fewer and fewer companions and comrades around them.

However, this time, no one will descend from the sky to save them.

"Lord, why...why don't you save us?"

A monk with a broken arm knelt on the ground and wailed in despair, "Aren't you the Dao of Heaven? Aren't we your people? How can you ignore our life and death?!"

"What a way of heaven! Frankly speaking, we are just selfish ghosts who only care about their own lives and lives... No one will come to save us. So what if the door to the sky is closed, and what if the disaster is over? Aren't we going to die? Hahahaha

…”

"Goddess, save us! Please save us!"

"We all begged you like that, why don't you save us...ah——!!"

"Bullshit heaven! I don't believe in it anymore! Go to hell, I can't live, let's all go to death together, hahaha..."

It was a mess below.

Some monks even rushed into the crowd of mortals, trying to capture mortals to be their scapegoats.

Some people are crying, some are praying, some are cursing...

When is the end of the world?

This is not the time when ghouls are rampant and disasters from heaven come.

The monks died one after another, not even when there was not one left alive.

Only when people's hearts are distracted and all hope is lost, leaving only the despair of sinking together, will that be the real end of the world.

Muyan, who was fighting Mo Qingshan in the air, suddenly felt as if a little of the power in her body had been taken away.

She froze, and the Qingming Sword in Mo Qingshan's hand narrowly pierced her shoulder, causing blood to flow profusely.
Chapter completed!