Chapter 2200 (2/2)
I can't believe how beautiful the young woman was.
”Evening
In the prison, the feet did not fall to the ground, only drops of blood, dripping into the water, rippling.
That hoarse voice, but let the youth at this moment, directly kneel in front of this prison.
Her cultivation has been abandoned, and the foundation of Hunyuan has turned into nothingness.
Just an imperial edict, let Mo family had to do it by themselves, to destroy the beautiful daughter of the heaven.
”Sister...”
Kneeling youth, at this moment, just know what regret.
The cold peak is chilly. I don't know how many years later, the young man kneels in front of a wasteland grave, surrounded by weeds.
She can't even have a monument, let alone enter the Mo ancestral hall.
”Sister!””I've become a saint. Don't worry. I'll avenge you!”
His voice is hoarse. He is no longer a young man. He has gone through many vicissitudes.
The middle-aged man quietly looked at this wasteland grave. Immediately, his palm was shocked.
The mountains and the earth are falling apart, and the grass is turning into nothingness.
The whole mountain has turned into a grand tomb, with huge steles in the air.
”Mo Wanyue's tomb!”
The middle-aged man stayed here for three days, then turned and left.
Even when he left, his palm still trembled slightly.
……
Dongyu, DongXuan palace.
At this moment, the holy palace that all living beings in the eastern region look up to and worship has been completely fragmented.
Nearly a million pieces of space are broken.
”Mo WanChen, do you think you can kill me?”
”Isn't it right for your sister to kill my son and pay for his life?”
The roar sounded here. A half emperor looked at the middle-aged man who was bleeding in the void.
There was a trace of disbelief and a trace of sullen in his eyes.
”Pay for your life!”
”Just because your beloved son, with you as the father of saints, should kill whoever he wants?”
”Just because you are a saint, the person who kills your offspring should die!”
In the void, Mo WanChen is laughing, a line of blood and tears, slowly leaving behind from his holy eyes.
”Why are you a saint? If your son dies, he will be killed!”
”Why, my sister is going to die!”
”Why, she will die for me!”
”Because, are you a saint?”
The voice of grief and anger shakes the void, and the half emperor's eyes shrink.
He looked at Mo WanChen, lips moved, ”so it is!”
……
He is the first saint in the eastern region. He looks down on all living beings.
But at this moment, he is looking up, looking up to reincarnation.
”When a man dies, can he not come back to life?”
”I don't believe it!”
In a short time, the sage enters the samsara.
Until 100000 years later, the world almost forgot the first saint of the eastern region. From that samsara, there came out an old man.
The old man is walking hard, but there is only a touch of bitterness in his eyes.
”So it's true!”
He walked numbly in the underworld and went through domain after domain.
Until, he was almost unable to walk, and stopped on a mountain in a so-called forbidden area.
He didn't even care where he was, just sat down quietly.
”What can we do with all our life?”
”What can we do if we join the holy? What can emperor Cheng do? ”
”Ha ha ha...”
Only that laughter, such as road sad, endless hatred.
”Sister, I'm sorry!”
Voice with the wind and scattered, but left full of regret.
A lifetime of regret!