"Boom!"

A powerful explosion exploded across the valley floor, and only the afterimage of the ink delirium could be seen in the light and shadow. However, after the strong light, the Ink Delirium was still standing, and the thunderbolts did not really explode here, but gathered on the remnant sword in the hand of the Ink Delirium, converging into a larger lightsaber.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu finally swung the sword in his hand, a sword straight into the sky, and a sword pierced the sky.

Heavenly Sword Technique: Open the world!

Boom, the blade of light slashed towards the top of the valley, quickly slashing the top of the high cliff wall, countless blood lights and screams mixed with the falling mud and rocks.

No one can stop this sword, not even the unknown force can stop this sword, and there is only this sword in this world.

As the bright light finally dissipated, the haze in the sky also dissipated, and the sun shone down again, casting a ruddy glow, and at this time, it was almost sunset.

There is not a single person left in the army of the Family Alliance, and there are only more than ten disciples of the Sword Heng Sect who have survived. But the canyon that stood in the way was gone, and the broken rocks had accumulated into new trails.

Everyone walked in the light of the setting sun and walked towards the ink delirium, and a smile appeared on their faces, because hope, had come true.

Mo Zhiyu looked at Chen Yun who came over, smiled slightly, wiped the ashes on his face, but wiped his face even more, he handed the remnant sword in his hand to Chen Yun, and whispered: "Yours, return you." ”

Chen Yun stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, but did not hold the sword, but also held Mo Zhiyu's hand, held it tightly, and he said very forcefully: "It's yours too!" ”

Mo Zhi was stunned, and withdrew his hand in a panic, wanting to shirk it, but Chen Yun did not let go, but said more firmly: "This is power, this is the power we have!" From now on, we can conquer the world, level the family, and let the world achieve true peace! ”

"Taiping! Taiping! The disciples of the Sword Heng Sect cheered, their smiling faces drowning in brilliance.

In the light of this sunset, Mo Zhiyu couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, he could only hear these cheers, and he could hear his blood surging, he looked at Chenyun in front of him, and also clenched Chenyun's hand.

"When the time comes, this world is ours, and we will no longer be controlled by others, and fate will only be in our hands." Chen Yun almost gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Hitomi, hold the sword, with me, we will level the world!" ”

Mo Zhiyu's throat rolled, and the word "good" almost blurted out. If he promises, he will become the moon pupil, and he will be able to write that glorious history for future generations with his own hands.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the flute, and in the midst of this cheer was mixed with the sound of the flute, which was ethereal, very quiet, but so abrupt.

Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but want to capture the source of this flute sound, but found that this flute sound actually came from himself, from the gossip jade coin around his neck.

"Buzz!" A voice sounded in his mind like this, and Mo Zhiyu suddenly gritted his teeth, sent his hand forward, and stabbed the remnant sword in his hand into Chen Yun's chest.

Chen Yunyuan stared at Mo Zhizhi in disbelief.

And Mo Zhi's eyes were already red, choking back tears, but he made up a sword fiercely, and his voice was almost squeezed out by gritting his teeth: "I'm not the moon pupil, I'm Mo Zhiyu!" I don't want to build a world that doesn't tolerate gods, I don't! I don't want it, big brother! ”

As Mo Zhiyu roared out, the surrounding environment changed instantly, and he returned to the strange cloud again, he was still holding the Tian'a Sword, which was still inserted in the chest of the "Heavenly Emperor".

"Ah!!h The Emperor of Heaven let out a miserable scream, and finally disappeared completely, leaving a circle of light in the clouds, which was the exit.

Mo Zhiyu did not go out for the first time, but stood in this strange cloud, sighed slightly, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He felt a little sullen and unhappy.

He knew that the illusion was fake, but the illusion was so real that he quickly integrated into the memory of the moon pupil, making him almost make him think that he was the moon pupil.

He touched the gossip jade coin around his neck, and he remembered that the flute he heard in the illusion was the tune that he could also play, and it was taught by Yun Shi.

So it was Yun Shi who helped him break the illusion, which made him wake up in an instant and find the key point to break the formation. Chenyun is the key point, the core figure of that period of history. Therefore, breaking the formation is not to follow history, but to destroy and destroy history. Only by killing Chen Yun will everything change.

However, he was still unhappy, and the brotherhood of the three years was vivid, but he still killed this "big brother" with his own hands, ruthless, really ruthless. He always thought that a person like Yun Shi who saw through everything would be so ruthless, and it turned out that he was also like this.

Mo Zhiyu put away the Tian'a Sword in his hand and broke the formation, he didn't feel happy, but walked into the aperture with some dejection.

Behind the aperture was a platform, and it was through the curtain of water in front of this platform that the light and shadow flowed, and then he saw the people who had been with him lying on this platform.

Mo Zhiyu was a little surprised, he didn't know where this was, and he didn't know what was going on with these people? He didn't dare to wake them up, because he didn't know if they were still in a fantasy realm, and if something went wrong, he would be their murderer.

Mo Zhiyu looked around, trying to find some clues, but only saw a large stone next to the stone platform, on which were written "Three Lives" two zigzag ancient characters. It was not strange to see the "Sansheng Stone" in the underworld, but Mo Zhiyu still didn't find a clue.

At this time, he saw Luo Bingqian lying on the ground convulsive, he hurriedly ran over, and as soon as he half-knelt down, Luo Bingqian grabbed his hand and called out with tears on his face: "Run!" Master! Run! ”

"Little junior sister?" Mo Zhiyu tried to scream, but Luo Bingqian struggled even more. So Mo Zhiyu clasped Luo Bingqian's hand back, preparing to send yuan power to her heart. But Luo Bingqian opened her eyes suddenly, her face was full of horror and sweat as if she had a nightmare.

She saw Mo Zhiyu, and then she hugged Mo Zhiyu at once, crying like the rest of her life after the catastrophe: "Great, master, you are fine, you are fine!" ”

Mo Zhiyu was a little at a loss, and after coming back to his senses, he gently patted Luo Bingqian's back and said, "It's okay, it's okay." At the same time, he still passed in Yuan Li, which stabilized Luo Bingqian's mood. Then he grabbed her shoulder and asked him seriously: "Little junior sister, you woke up, you just had a dream, and now you have woken up." ”

(End of chapter)