Chapter 1197
Even that Mo Junrong who stood beside Zixiao Linglong, that former self, was destroyed under the light of the sword.
"Release all the content of the trial, I'm in a hurry!"
Mo Junrong raised his head and shouted, followed by another burst of dizziness.
Among the mountains and forests, he saw a pretty girl.
The girl came running up and down, and hugged Mo Junrong tightly with open arms.
"Brother, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for two hours!"
Of course Mo Junrong knew this pretty girl, it was Mo Feng'er, his junior sister when he was studying in Wenjianzong.
Mo Junrong raised his head: "Hmph, do you want to test whether I can overcome the emotional barrier?"
"Brother, what are you talking about, who are you talking to?"
Mo Junrong's face turned cold in an instant. He looked down at his hands, and the long fire stone sword in his hand disappeared again.
But it doesn't matter, I don't need weapons.
The palm stretched forward, across the soft and smooth skin of Mo Feng'er's neck, and then tightened hard.
"Brother...Senior...Brother..."
Mo Feng'er's eyes were wide open, and she desperately tried to break off Mo Junrong's fingers, kicking her legs weakly.
A twisting force suddenly came from the neck, and there was a crackling sound, and the neck bone was directly twisted.
Mo Feng'er stared fixedly at Mo Junrong, her pupils were full of terror, her limbs drooped limply.
"I never liked you, you are just a high-quality puppet."
Following Mo Junrong's voice, the dimness of the scenery dissipated, and everything returned to darkness.
When the light came into view again, the surroundings showed pictures of strange villages.
Mo Junrong looked around, but couldn't find anything familiar.
Where is this again, what is the content of the trial?
Immediately afterwards, he found that he could no longer use his strength, and his clothes turned into burlap.
"Master, breakfast is ready!" A voice came from behind.
Mo Junrong turned his head and saw a fair-skinned woman walking out of the wooden house behind her, her face was above average.
The woman, dressed as a village woman, also wore coarse clothes, and waved to herself with a smile.
"The life of ordinary people?"
Mo Junrong couldn't figure out what to do in this trial, so he decided to go into the room to have a look.
There is a small wooden table in the house, half a plate of pickles, and two bowls of porridge.
The woman sat down and pushed the porridge bowl in front of Mo Junrong, and added some porridge from her own bowl.
"Sister, you are the pillar of the family, you should eat more."
Mo Junrong didn't touch the porridge bowl, and replied with a facial expression: "I'm not hungry."
He looked around the room, stood up and took down the hatchet hanging by the wall, and touched the sharp edge of the knife.
This trial should be to sharpen oneself in the world of mortals.
But Mo Junrong didn't want to follow the path laid out by the ancestor of Qianyunzong. If there is any nostalgia for this billowing red dust, just kill it.
He turned his head, his eyes gush with fierce light, and walked up to the woman step by step.
Putting the hatchet on the woman's neck, ignoring the hot tears rolling down, she pulled the handle vigorously.
Scarlet liquid spilled over the sackcloth and stained his face.
Mo Junrong pushed away his limp body, and strode out with a hatchet in hand.
Today, no one in this village can survive!
Kill, kill, kill!
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, Mo Junrong has no intention of stopping.
He went from one village to another, from one town to another.
In the end, he went from a border city to the royal city where the emperor was.
In this world without practitioners, relying on Wen Jianzong's sword skills, he rampantly slaughtered everything in the world.
Wherever he went, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and there was absolutely no life at all.
"Why, why isn't the trial over yet?
Ahhh, kill kill kill!
Is there still living people in this world, and if there are living people, it cannot end? "
His hair was loose and his clothes had been torn from countless kills.
Every inch of the surface of the body was stained with thick blood.
Even the eyes were filled with red.
Rushed into the palace and chopped off the emperor's head.
He sat on the roof of the palace,
Look up at the clouds in the sky.
More than forty years have passed, and the body of the seventy-year-old is not as good as before.
Aging is like a chisel, chipping away the blood in the body bit by bit, grinding away the lofty ambitions.
Trials seem to have no end, as if death is the real end.
Mo Junrong was panting heavily, with bouts of tiredness in his mind, he involuntarily closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The world changes, time and space flow, a baby is born in a wealthy family.
One month old can speak, three years old can fight, and five years old is the most talented child in the imperial city.
This son's name is Mo Junrong, he went out with the army at the age of thirteen, and returned triumphantly after defeating the bandits at the border in two years.
Seal the border generals of the town, enjoy the ten thousand hectares of land, and the scenery in the imperial city is infinite.
Gold and silver are like the sea, and beauties are like clouds.
Wherever he goes, he is a friend, and his words and deeds shake the public.
A perfect life, satisfying all desires.
Mo Junrong looked up at the magnificent palace, no, it was not perfect enough.
Under one person, above ten thousand people.
As long as this person is removed, he will be the ruler of the world, the supreme supreme.
Conspiring secretly, ordering troops late at night.
Rushing into the palace to prepare to kill the emperor, and wearing a yellow robe.
An accident happened, and his subordinates couldn't understand Mo Junrong's dominance, so they secretly reported to the emperor.
This yellow robe added to the body has become a self-inflicted trap.
As a result, the emperor was furious and cut off all the families.
Watching wives and concubines being taken to the execution ground one by one, losing their heads in front of him.
The anger and unwillingness on Mo Junrong's face disappeared without a trace at this moment.
Finally, it was his turn.
The body was pressed onto the platform, and the rustling of the executioner's knife sounded in the ears.
In the basket in front of him, the heads of wives and concubines are piled up like melons and fruits, and the painful faces are intertwined into a tragic picture.
Mo Junrong raised his head vigorously and looked at the clear blue sky.
He shouted hoarsely: "Do you want to tell me that all the glory and wealth are just passing by?
Do you want to prove that wanting nothing is the right way! "
The sky didn't respond, and there was only the sound of swinging a knife from top to bottom in the back of his head.
In the scholarly family, another son was born, named Mo Junrong.
This son has a weird personality, keeps silent all year round, and always sits on a rockery in the garden to meditate.
After meditating for two hours with eyes closed, five-year-old Mo Junrong opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
"I want to use the experience of ordinary people from life to life to explain something, huh, bullshit logic!
Cultivators go against the sky, do what ordinary people dare not do, and do what ordinary people cannot do.
As long as I have everything in the world in my hands, and control the sun, moon, and universe, the life, old age, sickness, and death of ordinary people have nothing to do with me. "
As soon as the words fell, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and then the sky and the earth shook continuously.
The cornerstone of the trial has been shaken, how can a person who does not accept the world of mortals use the world of mortals to hone him.
Mo Junrong's body shook violently, and there was a sudden heat flow in his abdomen, which was a feeling that was almost forgotten.
Qi Jin is back, and the power of heaven and earth is back!
I am still a cultivator, the former False God Realm.
"Hahahaha, strength is everything, everything else is lies!"
The surrounding scenery became more and more blurred, the picture became fragmented, and darkness fell again.
But this time, the new picture did not appear, and the darkness and tranquility continued.