Chapter 500: end

Chapter 500: end

  Chapter 500 Ending

   Qing'er's story is shocking.

  She and Yichen have been entangled for thousands of years.

  Wandering through the millennium, never giving up, what kind of emotion is this?

  Xu Xinger's eyes are red, and she has a new understanding of feelings.

   He didn't say a word, he closed his eyes tightly, tears fell down his cheeks, and his trembling lips undoubtedly exposed his hesitation and inner unrest.

  Wang Riyue was also a little moved.

  Because of the story of Qing'er and Yichen, he began to think whether the strategy of raising Gu formulated by the major holy places was too cruel.

  The life-and-death battle between the two clans once every five hundred years has caused the separation of wives and children of many families, and the separation of yin and yang among lovers?

  After so many years, he began to doubt for the first time, would this plan not be so scientific?

   It is true that the life-and-death struggle in the battle for the Holy Land has created many strong men, and many famous masters in the Holy Land have come out of the Battle for the Holy Land.

  But will the powerhouse cultivated in this way sacrifice too much for the entire Tianhan Continent?

   "Yichen, do you think there is an irreconcilable enmity between the monster race and the human race?" Mo Fan asked.

  Yichen opened his eyes, his heart was very tangled, he pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly.

  He once hated the Battle of the Saint.

  The battle of seizing the saint caused his mentor to fall, and caused the gap between himself and his beloved to be difficult to eliminate for thousands of years.

   But later, with the improvement of his cultivation base, he learned more and more about the secrets of this world, and gained insight into the true meaning of the battle to seize the saint, so he had to overthrow this idea.

   If you want to blame, you can only blame the **** alien invasion, and you can only blame Tianhan Continent for not being strong enough to protect your homeland, so you have to use this cruel method to cultivate strong people to resist foreign enemies.

   Even so, the long-term belief and indelible demons still make him unable to accept Qing'er.

  The guilt towards his master and Buddha tortured him all the time.

   "Since it's not, why are you bothering about it?" Mo Fan said lightly.

   "The battle to seize the Holy Spirit does have its imperfections, but it is the best way that can be thought of at present."

   "You may not know how many ancestors have sacrificed one after another in the cracks of space unknown to the world, in exchange for the current barely stable situation?"

   "Whose suzerain were they all? Whose lover? Whose parents? But they sacrificed their lives for the entire continent, but they couldn't get the praise they deserved. Instead, they covered up their sacrifices in order to avoid secular panic?"

   "At least, your benefactor, Master Mingxin, enjoys offerings from the entire Jinshan Temple and even the entire Tianxuan Empire, right?"

   "Because of what? Because he is a so-called national hero?"

  Mo Fan's words hit Yichen's heart like a giant hammer.

  Yes, when facing a foreign race, the two races of monsters and demons share the same hatred and fight against the enemy hand in hand. How many ancestors have they sacrificed?

   And how many people know their lives?

  True greatness often withers in secrets unknown to the world.

  Any one of them is greater than his mentor, Master Mingxin.

  Master Mingxin’s sacrifice was mostly for Xiaojia, but those ancestors who sacrificed on the battlefield of foreign races were for everyone.

  What qualifications do I have to hate and blame the Battle of the Saints?

  Why do I want to hurt Qinger with such narrow selfishness?

  Seeing that Yichen's mind was shaken, Mo Fan hit the iron while it was hot: "When the catastrophe is at hand, everyone should contribute to the survival of this continent. Why do you care if this person is a Buddhist, a Taoist, or something else?"

   "That's all for now, I hope to fight side by side with you on the alien battlefield in the future. Farewell."

   After finishing speaking, Mo Fan cupped his hands towards Wang Riyue again: "Sword Master Cong Yun, being famous is worse than seeing each other, how about having a few drinks with me?"

   "I don't know who you are yet." Suddenly hearing Mo Fan calling himself, Cong Yun Sword Saint flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

  Mo Fan's cultivation is much lower than his own, but it makes him feel a little threatened.

  Although he doesn't think that Mo Fan can defeat him, he can be sure that this person must have the ability to hurt himself.

   "I'm Mo Fan." Mo Fan chuckled.

   After talking for so long, it is indeed a bit impolite to not report your family name.

   "Mo Fan?" Wang Riyue was taken aback for a moment. The name sounds familiar. Where did he hear it?

  Then he remembered that it was the war emperor Mo Fan who had died for hundreds of years and was now strangely reborn.

  But now it can't be called the Emperor of War, but the Emperor of War.

   "It turns out to be Emperor Zhan, who has admired his name for a long time." Wang Riyue cupped his hands.

   I was a little puzzled. He had dealt with Yunluo Saint before. Although his strength was not outstanding, he was also a real saint.

  It was really not easy for Mo Fan to escape from Saint Yunluo with the cultivation base of a first-rank Martial Emperor. No wonder he could feel a little threat.

   However, based on the connection between the Holy Land, Wang Riyue should have captured Mo Fan and handed it over to Saint Yunluo to sell him as a favor to God Mountain.

  But the sense of crisis Mo Fan brought to him, and the sense of oppression that the white deer brought him, made him a little bit wary.

  He is a fifth-rank martial sage, so of course he can see through the disguise of the great sage Yuetian. Although he doesn't know why the great sage Yuetian turned into a deer here, but because of the tacit understanding between the saints, he still chooses to turn a blind eye.

  Yuetian Dasheng is not like Mo Fan, he is a real threat to him.

  Moreover, Mo Fan's series of "fools" just now also made him feel that Mo Fan is not ordinary, he is a responsible person who has the heart to shoulder the mainland.

   Wang Riyue also had some good feelings in his heart.

   "In this case, respect is worse than obedience. Please."

"please!"

  Mo Fan laughed, made a gesture of invitation, and led Wang Riyue to walk towards the valley.

  Xu Xing'er and the others quickly followed, leaving only Yichen and Qing'er in place.

  Yichen looked at their retreating backs and said Mo Fan's name: "Battle Emperor Mo Fan?"

  Mo Fan is a human race that rose a generation after him, and was a strong man in the Profound Sky Continent five hundred years ago.

  When Mo Fan became famous, Yichen had already betrayed Buddhism, and even his master Mingxin had long since passed away.

  He has heard of Mo Fan's reputation, but that's all he has heard, and he has never seen it with his own eyes.

   Unexpectedly, the first meeting will be today, a thousand years later.

  As soon as they met, this magical junior taught himself a lesson, and was beaten up by Mo Fan.

  Mo Fan did not force him to make a choice, but actually saved him the last face.

  The matter between him and Qing'er has to be resolved by the two of them.

  Looking at the tearful and pitiful Qing'er, Yichen sighed: "Let's go."

   After finishing speaking, he walked away into the distance.

  Qing'er couldn't believe her ears when she heard the words.

  Yichen is talking to himself?

  You know, since the fall of Master Mingxin, Yichen hasn't talked to him so gently for a thousand years.

  From his tone, she could feel the implicit apology and guilt.

  He started to change!

  Qing'er was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed.

  (end of this chapter)