Chapter 2200: For (two more monthly tickets)

In the laughter, I don't know how much past is hidden.
The old man smiled, his eyes were reddish, and there were some tears in his eyes.
In the blurred vision, he seemed to see the Mojiang River running through the Eastern Region.
Above Mojiang, a white skirt is like a lotus, dancing with the wind.
The woman took a young man who was only eight or nine years old and looked at the turbulent river, like a million horses galloping.
"Sister, I heard that I am in Hunyuan and become the first pride of my Mo family!"
"It's amazing, I will be like my sister after night!"
The woman turned her eyes slightly, stroked the top of the boy's head lightly, and smiled: "It will!"
...
A hundred years later, the boy has become a young man, arrogant to the world.
The same is Mo Jiang, and the same is the river rumbling like a million galloping horses.
On the side, the woman is like the old one, but the young man is squinting.
"Sister, I have already entered Da Luo. Grandpa said, within ten thousand years, I am expected to become a master!"
The young man stands with his hands, he is no longer a young man, he is full of spirits.
"Late Chen's talent is not inferior to me. I'm not sure, I will enter Hunyuan before me!"
The woman smiled gently, looking at the young man who was already half a head taller than her, and she was delighted from the bottom of her heart.
The young man looked at the river and swore secretly.
Will do!
...
In a flash for six thousand years, a figure bathed in blood on the eastern land.
In front of him, is a corpse.
"Why do you want to kill me? Why!"
The young man had a hideous face. He looked at the corpse without the slightest joy on his face.
"Late Chen!"
A woman came up in mid-air. She looked at the corpse, her face suddenly changed.
"Sister, I have caused a big disaster!"
The young man raised his head and looked at the woman, "But, he wants to kill me, for the sake of an immortal medicine. He wants to kill me. If I don't kill him, I will die!"
"Sister, I can't help it!"
"Even if he is the son of a saint, am I going to wait and die?"
The young man has some fear and even some resentment. He is very clear about the consequences of killing this person.
The wrath of the saint, he can bear it, the Mo family, he can bear it! ?
The woman looked at the corpse and turned to look at the young man.
For three thousand years, she has been mixed, the true beauty of the Mo family, and there are even rumors that she can break through the shackles of the Mo family, and has the posture of sanctification.
After three thousand years, he had to enter the Hunyuan, and he was definitely a top talent in the Eastern Region.
"Late Chen!"
The woman seemed to touch the top of the young man's head as if she was a young man in the past.
"Don't panic, things may not never turn around! Since it is holy, you should know right and wrong!"
"Come on, heal first!"
The smile of the woman, like the gentle spring wind, suddenly calmed down the young man's heart.
...
The news that the son of the saint died at the hands of the Mo family shocked one party.
In the Mo Family Hall, the young man is in retreat, he is about to blend in.
In the hall, the saint had not yet arrived, but a boy, holding the imperial decree, appeared in the Mo family hall.
This is the news that the youth asked before leaving the customs.
His eyes were dull, looking at the old man in front of him.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"
"The saint son killed by my sister has been imprisoned in the dungeon!"
"No, not sister..."
The old man drank suddenly, "Shut up late Chen!"
He looked at the young man with grief in his eyes.
"Do you want to destroy yourself, destroy the Mo family, and destroy your sister's heart!?"
"Sage, don't be deceived!"
The voice was sad, but the young man staggered down.
In the Mo family dungeon, the young man looked at the woman who was forbidden to penetrate her body.
Thirty-six levels of Hunyuan's prohibition are full, and each of the locks of prohibition runs through bones and blood and cuts off the meridians.
The young man couldn't even believe that the woman in front of him was like a magnificent figure in the past.
"Late Chen!"
Inside the prison, the feet never landed, only drops of blood, dripping into the water, causing ripples.
The hoarse voice made the young man kneel directly in front of the prison at this moment.
Her cultivation base has been abolished, and the foundation of Hunyuan has all turned into nothingness.
Just a sacred decree made the Mo family have to do it himself to destroy this beautiful girl of heaven.
"sister……"
Kneeling young man, at this moment, only knew what regret is.
The cold peak was bitter, and the young man knelt before a deserted grave, surrounded by weeds.
She can't even have a stele, let alone enter the Mo family's ancestral hall.
"sister!"
"I have become holy, don't worry, I will avenge you!"
He has a hoarse voice and is no longer a young man.
The middle-aged man looked at the deserted grave quietly, and immediately, his palm shook.
The land bursts and the grass turns into nothingness.
The whole mountain was transformed into a magnificent tomb, with huge monuments in the air.
"The Tomb of Mo Wanyue!"
The middle-aged man stayed here for three full days, then he turned and left.
Even when he was leaving, his palms still trembled slightly.
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Eastern Region, Dong Xuan Sheng Palace.
At this moment, the holy palace that the sentient beings of the Eastern Region looked up to and worshipped was all shattered.
The space has long been shattered, and the land of millions of miles is almost completely broken.
"Mo Wanchen, do you think you can kill me!?"
"Your sister, killing my beloved son to pay for it, isn't it right?"
The roar sounded here, and a half emperor looked at the middle-aged who was bathing in the void.
There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and a hint of anger.
"life for a life!?"
"Just because, your beloved son, with you as the father of the saint, should you kill anyone you want to kill?"
"Just because you are a saint, so the one who kills your heir should die!"
In the void, Mo Wanchen was smiling, a line of blood and tears slowly left from his holy eyes.
"Why, you are a saint, if your heir dies, you will have to pay for your life!"
"Why, my sister is going to die!"
"Why, she is going to die for me!"
"Just because, are you a saint?"
The sound of sorrow and anger shook the void, and the half-emperor's pupils contracted.
He looked at Mo Wanchen, his lips moved, "That's it!"
...
Mingtu, he is already the first sage of the Eastern Region, and his posture looks high, overlooking all beings.
At this moment, he was looking up, looking up to reincarnation.
"If people die, can't they really be brought back?"
"I do not believe!"
Immediately, the saint enters the reincarnation.
Until one hundred thousand years later, the world had almost forgotten the first sage of the Eastern Region, and out of that reincarnation, a decayed old man emerged.
The old man took a difficult step, but there was nothing bitter in his eyes.
"It turned out to be true!"
He walked numbly in the underworld, walking through domain after domain.
Until, he almost stopped walking and stopped on a mountain known as the forbidden area.
He didn't even care where he was, just sat down quietly.
"What can I do if I spend my whole life?"
"How about becoming a holy? What about becoming an emperor?"
"Hahaha..."
Only that laughter is like a path of sadness and endless hatred.
"Sister, sorry!"
The voice disappeared with the wind, leaving only regret.
Regret for a lifetime!