"To live or to perish, this is a question worth considering, is it to silently endure the poisonous arrows of fate, or to resist the endless suffering of the world, and sweep away everything in the struggle?

When he was standing in the endless wilderness, such a sentence popped up in Mu Shao'an's mind for some reason.

It's not that he has cultivated to the realm of supreme perfection, but he can't help but wonder what is the meaning of the existence of civilization?

Once upon a time, he was a poison hunter under the Chaos Base, a lone dog, and he did his best to guard the civilization he was in, doing his duty as a poison hunter.

At that time, he didn't think too much, because the goal was clear, the path was clear, and he thought that as long as the holy ruins could be opened, then the world would be one, the catastrophe caused by the virus would be erased, and human civilization would live happily together like a prince and princess.

So he did things in a hurry, so he could do whatever it took to do it, so he was savage like a cow on a rampage, never tired, never stopped moving forward, because he felt that it was worth it, and it was worth giving his whole life and all his soul.

He thought he could be like this all the time, he thought he could be fearless, he thought he was going to have the last laugh, because he was the best savage at flipping the table.

But he was wrong, the stronger he became, the more he knew the truth, the more powerless the endless starry sky became, the source of the virus terrified him, and the emergence of a higher-dimensional universe made him desperate.

Over the years, he was very tired, and the various changes that followed made him tired of coping, and he could only look like a dying old man, helplessly looking at those changes that he could not think of and could not imagine, although some of these changes were born because of him, but they could not change the fact that the first and strongest city defense in his heart began to collapse.

The world is too big, and he is too small.

There is too much hostility in this world, and he is too weak.

So he was powerless, frightened, and desperate.

So in the incident of Ascension, he was standing in the square of the Chaos Base headquarters, he knew that Cynthia was watching him in the crowd, and he knew that there was a girl named Xiaoya watching him, but he didn't dare to look for it.

Because he was already confused at that time, he didn't fulfill his promise to Cynthia, and as soon as Shengxiantai came out, it seemed that the chaos base, it seemed that everything that the anti-virus hunters were sticking to was meaningless, including him Mu Shaoan himself.

Seeing that those comrades-in-arms in the past were busy solidifying and getting a ticket, the entire Chaos Base was a mess, like an undefended ruin.

At that moment, Mu Shaoan was thinking, is it worth it?

He couldn't find an answer, and he didn't have the shame to see his wife and daughter, so his only way was to be a civilized watchman, and when everyone left, he stayed where he had fought.

This will be his last wish in this life.

Although everything that happened afterwards made the result unexpected, and even after everyone's efforts, the results obtained by human civilization and the Chaos Base were quite satisfactory, and they were not destroyed by the hands of the Twelve Apostles.

But the cracks in Mu Shaoxin's peace of mind cannot be healed, how firm his faith was in the past, how fragmented it will be at this moment.

So he chose to exile himself, leaving the Chaos base, following the Twelve Apostles, he pretended that he didn't care, he pretended that he didn't care about anything.

He can even be a goofy hammer brother.

Even if the Xingtian Divine Body continued to evolve to be invincible, invincible in this universe, all he wanted to do was retire, go home, and solidify history.

In other words, to put it mildly, he coaxed!

He no longer wants to pursue the truth of civilization, and the source of civilization, so he is so honest, and there is nothing wrong with living a life in a mess.

"To live or to perish, that's a real question. ”

Sighing, Mu Shao'an glanced back at the mountain that had collapsed a little bit, that was the home of the Kunpeng clan, presumably at this moment, the twelve lost dogs were there to brush up on reputation and favor.

"What are you still struggling with, stay in this place, I'm not a qualified anti-virus hunter now, but it's still okay to use it to seal and suppress you vicious dogs. ”

Mu Shaoan said to himself, he believed that the Twelve Apostles would be able to hear, and that giant headset would not only have such a function.

Then, he ripped off the device and kneaded it directly, and finally Mu Shaoan switched the title of Barbarian Law Breaker without panic, and he didn't plan to take it down again.

That's the best seal.

Even if the Twelve Apostles could find a way out of here, they would never, never, want to leave.

After doing this, Mu Shao'an found a beautiful place, and as soon as he lay there, a large mountain cliff appeared, black and green moss, weeds, and small trees grew in the wind, and in just a moment, his whole person turned into an ordinary hill.

At the same time, several people among the twelve apostles who were very sensitive suddenly shivered in unison.

"What happened? Why do I suddenly have a feeling of panic and disaster?"

Someone shouted.

After a while, the twelve apostles all gathered together, and their faces were all ugly, because there was an extra cloud of black qi in the monk's hand, which was simply a nightmare for their twelve apostles for some time in the past.

"Damn, isn't that Mu Shaoan doing ghost again?"

"Mass curse, oh my God, we're going to be tortured to death. ”

"No, ladies and gentlemen, we're the Twelve Apostles, and now that little bastard should have just unleashed the Mass Curse, can't we come up with a way to intervene?"

"This isn't a simple group curse!" Chikok shook his head bitterly.

"I especially know that this is not a simple curse technique, but we can't be beaten so passively, this thing can devour our luck, hey let me rub, Lao Tzu has been dominating the world for so long, I have never seen such an evil curse technique, it does not hurt your spiritual soul and physical health, it is so erratic and devours your luck, is there a more damaging skill in this world?"

"Amitabha, shut up!"

The monk finally spoke, his expression equally bitter, "From now on, stop doing things, everyone, give me retreat, and stay honest, this should be the best way to circumvent this curse." ”

"But, Lord Abbot, aren't we going back?"

"Why don't we join forces and slaughter that little bastard?"

"Hmph, if you don't want to die, you can go by yourself, and besides, you are right, this is indeed not a simple curse technique, if the poor monk expects it to be true, this should be a heavenly skill!" The monk added, but this sentence made the other apostles die as if they were struck by a thunderbolt.

Soon one of the apostles stammered and asked:

"Wait, wait, Lord Abbot, you can eat as much as you want, you and I both know what the Celestial Skill represents, among our Twelve Apostles, there are only three people who have mastered the three Celestial Divine Techniques, even if the little bastard completes the triple evolution by chance and obtains the prototype of the roaring Celestial Technique, but, how can he master this curse-type Celestial Technique?"

"This is not a doubt, in fact, this just proves one thing, the civilization fault that the Great River Civilization lost must be in the earth civilization, at the very least, that civilization fault has left a deep imprint in the earth civilization. As for why the little bastard mastered the curse-type celestial skill, I'm sorry, only the ghost knows. ”

The monk sighed, this is really the nemesis of fate.