Vol 8 Chapter 103: Have now

Luo broke the enemy's eyes and looked down from the sky.
Whether it is the head of the top ten martial arts, or the peerless master who is lonely in the world, at this time in his eyes, they are all ants.
Suddenly in his mind was the arrogant mentality of "being the top of Ling, and looking at the mountains".
On the top of the proud hill, Luo broke through the enemy and looked back at him. With his cold and ruthless attitude, he could not help but sigh slightly.
When I remembered, I was already in the magic gate.
No father, no mother, no siblings.
Alone.
Everyone around me wants his life all the time.
Three thousand children of the same age, the first thing they met was killing. Three thousand were left.
Learn the magic gate method again and again, and fight between life and death. While eating, in my sleep, in front of me, behind my back ...
When they reach ten years old, there are only three hundred people left.
The vast mountains and the wild swamps have lived for five years. When they came out, they were fifteen years old and there were only six of the three hundred.
At this point, Fang entered the main gate of the magic gate. Fang knew that he screened the remaining elites like him. There were dozens of groups with a total of 100,000 children. Only a few of them survived.
After that, there are more cruel practices, assassinations, assassinations, tasks ...
Luo Podi always believes that only by abandoning human nature can he live to the end.
Facts have proved his correctness. When he was eighteen years old, he was finally beloved by Vimo and became his disciple.
Thirty disciples personally passed on, and only he survived. It was not until a long time later that he knew that there was a mysterious brother outside and a daughter of the master.
From beginning to end, he wanted to control his destiny.
No longer under the Master's door, no longer under Master's control.
It was not until the Great War two hundred years ago that he was relieved, and until he practiced the [Yin Yang Reversing the Demon God Power], he was free, and until today, he had the feeling of raising his eyebrows and exhaling and completely mastering his fate.
After killing Li Muchan, he went back and killed the old thing.
The mountain wind blows, bringing the familiar taste of Zijin Mountain.
The taste of autumn.
Li Muchen looked up, and the master of non-mindfulness folded his palms together deeply.
"An old friend finally saw him off."
Li Muchan smiled and came forward.
"Amitabha Buddha." Master Wuyan dangled his eyes suddenly and asked, "What is the most precious thing in the world?"
Li Muchan smiled. "You asked me that a hundred years ago."
Master Wu Yan looked at Li Muchen with certainty. "Old lady remembers, the donor replied-lost and unobtained."
"Yes."
"I ask again today-what is the most precious thing in the world?"
Li Muchen took a deep breath and said lightly, "The most precious thing in the world is what I have at the moment."
"Sumptuousness, kindness." Master Wu Yan smiled and walked away slowly.
No Zen Master left.
But Li Muchen sat down and folded a part of the flower stem from the grass next to him. He pointed his fingertips and hollowed out the veins in the flower stem, leaving only a layer of bast.
Put it lightly in the mouth, a little bitter taste spread in the mouth, Li Muchan blows gently, but it is a nursery rhyme that every child in Zhongzhou will sing.
At this time, Li Daozong came slowly.
"I have never heard you play a tune." Li Daozong said softly.
"No one in the world knows I will ..." Li Muchan's eyes showed a look of memories. "I have been very strong since I was a kid. When my father was there, the Li family was quite famous. Like every rich child, I enjoy the carefree gift of elders. Time. When I saw other children playing the flute, I secretly learned. After studying for ten days and ten nights, I could finally play the perfect song. I went to show off to my father, hoping to get praise ... But that day, what I saw, It was my father in front of me, in a pool of blood. I watched my father stare at me before dying, and I cried. How good is the flower flute to blow? From that moment, I secretly swear, all Those who stop me from being strong will be abandoned by me. Affection, humanity, sympathy, fear ... all the cowardly things are abandoned by me. Only for the sake of strength. Until I become a 'sword god', looking down at all the beings in the world. Until At that moment, I realized that I had lost a lot of things. But I didn't regret it. It was a pity that I forgot one thing ... that was my original intention to be completely strong-I wanted to protect my family. "
Looking at the speechless Li Daozong again, Li Muchan smiled and said, "Relentlessness is powerful, but affection is not necessarily debilitating. I am now calm. Since I ascended to the first throne in the world, my martial arts must not be allowed Inch forward, because the power has lost its meaning. Until recently, I found the reason to draw a sword again ... Daozong, you have always been a kind and righteous child. Don't lose your eyes by pain, don't forget the original intention, I believe that you will end up You will find the thing for which it is worthy to sacrifice it, and that is your Word. "
Li Muchan slowly got up and turned away.
"I'll accompany you up the mountain."
Li Daozong suddenly said in a deep voice, without any doubt.
"Maybe dead." Li Muchan didn't look back.
"I stay with you."
Li Muchen shook his body and laughed, "OK."
There was a flash of tears at the bottom of his eyes. When he looked up, his eyes looking at the sacrifice roof were full of strangeness ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Countless martial art masters gathered under the sacrifice roof, watching the light falling from the top of the head, and shining the purple mountains, Silent.
It was bright.
Niu Jiu Chongyang finally came.
Today, ascending the distance and drinking chrysanthemum wine, not only people in the martial arts, but also half of the people in Luodu City, all came out of the Purple Mountain to celebrate the Chung Yeung Festival.
Away from the shadows of the dense crowd, two mysterious men in black robes, one tall and one short, stood at the end of the tree and looked at the festival roof.
"Luo Podi has arrived." Peacock slowly said: "Do you think Luo Podi is alive or dead?"
"It's better to live." Shen Chuer said flatly: "This way I can kill him with my own hands. If it were not for him, my father, my mother, my master ... would not have died."
"Kill him? I'm afraid you have no chance in this life ..." Peacock replied slowly.
"I'll have a chance. No matter how much it cost, I'm willing to ..." Shen Chu'er's eyes radiated skyward hatred, and then he turned his resentful eyes on the dry martial arts man in the emperor's top, the white warrior, and the top ten martial artists ...
Killing intention, unstoppable killing intention, swept across the faces of those who claimed to be martial arts warriors.
Some of them are experts, friends, friends ...
Aren't they self-righteous, martial justice? Why not stop and insult the dead father, frame him in collusion with the demon, and the justice that his father upholds in his life is ultimately rejected by everyone.
She hates it.
She wants revenge.
She wants to kill all hypocrites who claim to be righteous ...
The peacock looked at her anxiously, but could not comfort him.
With a silent sigh, he thought that it was only Ye Qingxuan who could save Chuer ...
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