“The last question.”

On the north bank of the Yangtze River, Chen Qiu and Zhang Moye's conversation reached its last moment.

He had learned everything from Zhang Moye, about sword jade, spiritual energy, Penglai, about the formation of all spirits, about the dispute between good and evil, and about the thousand-year conspiracy.

His heart had changed from the initial anger and shock to the present peace, and his heart was as calm as water.

After peeling off the threads and seeing everything clearly, the fogs hidden in the world could no longer cover Chen Qiu's eyes. After clarifying who the enemy was, the rest of the things to do would be done without thinking too much and trying hard to defeat them.

But there is a last question.

Chen Qiu must ask clearly.

"If the spiritual energy had recovered more than twenty years, the Penglai people should have felt that they worked hard to build the spiritual array and secretly manipulate the world for a thousand years in order to regain the spiritual energy.

Now you just need to wait patiently and you can see the dawn of the revival of the Immortal Way.

Why do they continue to walk all the way to the dark?"

"Because they are a group of thousand-year-old ghosts with rotten hearts, they are used to darkness and cannot stand a trace of light, and because the future given by the immortals is ours, Chen Qiu."

Zhang Moye's tone became a little cold. He said with three points of disdain and three points of contempt:

"But it's not theirs."

"Once the Heavenly Gate reopens, how could those lonely ghosts who have lost their bodies be opponents of the brave men who fight out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and who have the blessing of martial arts?

The protagonists in that future are not the dead bones that should have fallen thousands of years ago.

What they want is not just the revival of spiritual energy!

They planned for thousands of years and set up such a battle, and what they wanted was an era of spiritual energy controlled by them!

Since they are destined to decline in that future, why do you still want that future to come?

Once the all-spirit formation is activated, the spiritual energy that continues to revive between heaven and earth will be controlled by the old ghosts of Penglai. At that time, the entry into the path of immortality will be derived from their gifts.

It is a kind of "glory" that is given.

They will continue to sit upright on the clouds as they did a thousand years ago, looking down at them and worshiping all living beings.

Whoever sings good praises and whoever obeys them can have the possibility of becoming an immortal.

With hundreds of millions of people in the world being bound and imprisoned, they have achieved their fairy spirit, and a spiritual world that is firmly controlled by them, that is their desire.

For the greed of the thousand-year-old ghosts, we must cut off our hopes."

Zhang Moye stretched out his hand and placed it on Shen Qiu's shoulder. His voice became softer, but the light in his eyes became heavier.

He said:

"Chen Qiu, as the Lord of Sword Jade, even if you don't go to fight Penglai, as long as the All Spirit Array is activated and the Sword Jade is in hand, you can still become an extraordinary person and become a saint, and no one can stop you.

But do you hope that your junior sister, wife, children, and friends will live in such a future, being shackled and plundered in all hopes?”

The river was rolling and there was a huge noise, and Chen Qiu did not answer this question positively.

He glanced at Ren Hao.

Uncle Ren is dead.

In the last moment of his life, he left his footprints in the ashes of destruction, and he left his face in the nightmare of the old ghosts.

Uncle Ren finished his own path, and Chen Qiu was standing at the end of that road.

He lowered his head and put the secret of heaven in his hand on his hand.

With the sound of the machine spring, the fists were closed. The black fists, which was not surprisingly good, fitted with Chen Qiu's palm without any leakage, and were twisting with the movement of his fingers.

He held the sword jade tightly, felt the touch from his fingers, and hung the turbid jade on his wrist.

"bass"

The silver spike popped out from Tianji Wuchang's five fingers, just like Chen Qiu's palm growing sharp minions, and there was also a cold air lingering around Chen Qiu's fingers.

He raised his head and looked at the ray of light that was growing in the darkness in the distance.

Dawn is approaching and night will eventually dissipate.

"The immortal you mentioned, passed the sword jade to me through your hand. He asked me to be born in the form of a weak person. Seeing me coming to this day, I must be looking forward to seeing a story of breaking out of my cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

I came to this world, not by my own will.

But I already know its story.

For a thousand years, conspiracies have been throughout time.

Every generation has to endure the suffering imposed by this black hand.

Every generation is breaking hope in the battle with blindfolded eyes.

Qu Xie, Ren Shu, and those unknown sages were all victims who were forced to offer to the altar of evil gods, and their lives should not have ended like this.

They instinctively lead the world and take a better trajectory in this thousand years."

Chen Qiu looked at Zhang Moye's eyes and smiled on his face.

"If you insist on asking me for an answer, I can only tell you.

I am honored to have this broken thing that lasted for a thousand years ended in my hands.”

"good!"

Zhang Moye's eyes were full of praise, and he patted Shen Qiu's shoulder hard on his palm.

He has seen too many people and things.

He was enough to tell whether a person was whitewashing the peace or truly made up his mind.

There was no trace of concealment in Chen Qiu's eyes.

He pushed the last hesitation out of his heart.

Zhang Moye took a step back, he said:

"Since you have made a decision and have grown to this point, I can also tell you the final use of this sword jade. It is a weapon, and it would be a pity if you can't use it.

How many magical is there in your hands?”

Chen Qiu didn't hide it, he said truthfully:

"I already know that the sword jade fantasy is used to refine the true meaning of martial arts to strengthen myself. Fantasy is different from the outside time. Now the internal and external time is one to three.

There is also this sword jade that can break away everything related to the immortals. I used it to break the door made of the thousand-year-old mysterious ice in the secret realm of the Five Immortals."

"One to three?"

Zhang Moye shook his head and said:

"It's too little. Do you know that in the last few years I held the sword jade, the time of this dream was ten times that of the outside world. One hour outside is ten hours in the dream.

Only with such plenty of time can you achieve the ultimate cultivation of unique knowledge in the world."

"But I can't learn from you to kill people, right?"

Chen Qiu said helplessly:

"I heard that Master Zhang first entered the world, but he always destroyed the whole family. With so many souls, he would definitely have more time to convert."

"I didn't let you kill anyone."

Zhang Moye curled his lips and said:

"Besides, who doesn't have a young and frivolous life in a person's life?

Don't talk about those old things.

In addition to killing people and taking souls, the dream of sword jade can be extended with spiritual energy. The black sand spiritual energy left in sword jade is enough for you to expand your time to ten times the flow rate.

I will teach you how to use it now.

Also, your body is not warm and not yet reached the limit of your body. You should not try to infus the spiritual energy, otherwise you will worry about exploding the body. After you practice the true qi in your body and return to the solidity and open up all the acupoints and meridians in your body, you can try to temper your body with black sand spiritual energy."

Speaking of this, Zhang Moye looked at Ren Hao and said:

"It's a pity for a man. If he had spiritual energy to wash his body and take off his body, he wouldn't have ended like this tonight. Alas, he knew the inside story of the dispute between good and evil, but he trapped himself in it and could not get out of it.

In the end, I was willing to sacrifice my life for this meaningless distinction between good and evil."

"Uncle Ren is helping you."

Chen Qiu said:

"If Uncle Ren really doesn't care about Penglai in his heart, he will not chase down those Penglai accomplices tonight.

He gave up all the poisons and Yang Tao and used all the time-limited power he had earned to exchange for.

He is such a person. He will not express his ideas, but he will always prove it with his actions.

Master Zhang and Uncle Ren made the decision at the last moment, he was on your side."

"I know."

Zhang Moye stretched out his hand and touched the ice sculpture in front of him, and he said:
To be continued...