Mo Qingshan suddenly laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, but there was no joy in the laughter, only strong pain and regret.

"Liuyin...Liuyin...Liuyin, why, why, do you choose others instead of me? Why do you sacrifice yourself for these people who have nothing to do with us?"

"Why..." Mo Qingshan suddenly knelt down and murmured in a tearful voice, "No, I shouldn't ask you why, I should ask myself. Why would I push you into such a desperate situation?"

His body suddenly cracked inch by inch, and then his bones were shattered piece by piece.

A crystal clear Rakshasa heart floats in the air.

There are more and more cracks on it.

It was beating up and down, as if it might break at any moment.

The seventh-level ghoul stopped moving forward and looked greedily and cautiously at the Rakshasa Heart floating in the air.

Such majestic energy, if, if I could swallow it...

The seventh-level ghoul's expression became dazed due to greed. When he reacted, his figure had already appeared in front of the Rakshasa's heart, and he opened his mouth to bite it.

"Ahhhh——!!"

A shrill scream was heard, and a stream of flames burned from the mouth of the seventh-level ghoul.

But the seventh-level ghoul was reluctant to spit it out, and instead there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

There was just a clicking sound, and a small piece of Rakshasa's heart was bitten off and swallowed into his belly.

And when the seventh-level ghoul wanted to take another bite, the sword light flashed coldly.

The girl who was lying on the ground has slowly stood up.

A flash of fear flashed across the eyes of the seventh-level ghoul. He endured the burning pain in his body and quickly disappeared from the spot, rushing towards the army of humans and demons.

Muyan did not chase the seventh-level ghoul, but looked at the Rakshasa's heart, which was only half left but already covered with cracks.

Mo Qingshan's illusory figure loomed next to the half-broken Rakshasa Heart.

His face returned to normal, and the anger, ferocity and regret were no longer in his ice blue pupils.

His expression became extremely peaceful.

It was as if I had finally let go of everything.

Mo Qingshan looked at Muyan for a while and then said softly: "I admit that you are qualified to be Liuyin's disciple. Being able to die in your hands and under the skill of a Kagura master can be regarded as... getting what you want.

"

Muyan waved her hand slightly in the air.

Seven colorful swords flew over and surrounded him, emitting this gleaming light.

It also makes the girl's face look as ice-like and as stunning as snow.

Mo Qingshan looked at Muyan, but his eyes seemed to see the far side through her.

"You are right. Ten thousand years ago, I did something wrong after all. It was my paranoia and distrust that led Liuyin to a dead end. But I was too painful and regretful, so I forced myself to forget

After all this, force yourself to believe that Liuyin is still living in the main world."

When Mo Qingshan said these words, his expression was very calm.

But two lines of clear tears fell from his eyes and dissipated in the air.

Muyan didn't know why Mo Qingshan, who was already in a broken soul state, was crying.

Just looking at the tears dissipating in the air, she still felt a surge of sadness and depression in her heart.

Thousands of years ago, Baili Liuyin, who wanted to save Yanwu Continent and free Qihuang, had what kind of mood did he have to atone for his husband's sins and choose death?
Chapter completed!