Chapter 5075: The final battle of Mo Qingshan (2)

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After tens of thousands of years, he thought that he had already cut off love, only obsession.

But at this time, seeing the long-awaited magic weapon of life, ripples still appeared in my heart.

Qing Mingjian seemed to feel the fluctuation of his mood, buzzing and trembling.

The strands of emotions passed to his heart.

It is longing, grievance, longing, and aspirational heart.

Ten thousand years passed, and Qing Mingjian did not know when it gave birth to a weak spirit.

However, this spirit was abandoned and sealed by him for thousands of years.

At this moment, there is no resentment, only joy and closeness.

Mo Qingshan's body at the moment has no emotions, anger, sorrow, and even pain.

But at this moment, he felt that there was a place in his soul that was being pierced by a needle.

It hurts finely.

Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, raised the Qing Ming sword in his hand, looked at Mu Yan, and said solemnly: "Jun Muyan, come on, as you wish, complete the final battle of our fate. I hope you will do your best. Don’t be distracted by anything."

Mu Yan took a deep breath, and the seven swords around him slowly drew circles one after another.

The piano tone played by Tianmoqin gradually changed from melodious to high-pitched and sharp.

Cang——!

The next moment, the two moved almost at the same time.

The blade collided with the blade.

The world is turbulent, and the situation changes.

The door of the sky shook slightly, sweeping more evil spirits.

The monks and mortals who had been hoping that Mu Yan could come to rescue him, watched Mu Yan and Mo Qingshan fought together.

The sound of the piano sounded, but none of the skills fell on them.

Their injuries are still festering and bleeding.

The poison among them, lost the suppression of [Shu Jing Qi Huang], and gradually began to resurrect.

There are fewer and fewer companions and comrades-in-arms around them.

However, this time, no one will come down from the sky to save them.

"Master, why... why don't you save us?"

A monk with a broken arm knelt on the ground and wailed desperately, "Aren't you the way of heaven? Are we not your people? How could you let our lives and deaths be ignored?!"

"What kind of heaven! To put it bluntly, it's just a selfish ghost who only cares about his own life and life... No one will come to save us. What about the closing of the door of the sky, what about the end of the disaster? We are not going to die yet? Hahahaha ..."

"Goddess, save us! Please save us!"

"We're all begging you like that, why don't we save us...Ah——!!!"

"Damn god! I don't believe it anymore! Go to death, I can't live anymore, so let's go to death together, hahaha..."

There was a mess below.

Some monks even rushed into the pile of mortals, wanting to catch mortals to become their own dead ghosts.

Some are crying, some are praying, some are cursing...

When is the end time?

Ghoul ghosts run rampant, not when the disaster strikes.

The monks died one by one, even when there was no one in ten.

Only when people lose their hearts, lose all hope, and only despair of sinking together, that is the real end of the world.

Mu Yan, who was fighting against Mo Qingshan in the air, suddenly felt that the power in his body was taken away a little.

She was stagnant, and the Qing Ming sword in Mo Qingshan's hand pierced her shoulder dangerously, bleeding like a shot.