Chapter 507: Ending

Qing'er's story was shocking.

She and Yichen had been entangled for thousands of years.

After thousands of years, they never left each other. What kind of emotion is this?

Xu Xing'er's eyes were red, and she had a new understanding of love.

Yichen said nothing. He closed his eyes tightly, tears fell down his cheeks, and his trembling lips undoubtedly revealed his hesitation and inner restlessness.

Wang Riyue was also a little moved.

Because of the story of Qing'er and Yichen, he began to think whether the strategies of raising Gu formulated by the major holy places were too cruel.

How many families were separated by the life-and-death battle between the two races once every five hundred years, and how many lovers were separated by Yin and Yang?

For the first time in so many years, he began to doubt whether this plan was not so scientific?

It is true that the life-and-death struggle of the Saint Seizing War created many strong people. Many famous masters in the holy land came out of the Saint Seizing War.

But would the strong people cultivated in this way be too much of a sacrifice for the entire Tianhan Continent?

"Yichen, do you think there is an irreconcilable hatred between the demon race and the human race?" Mo Fan asked.

Yichen opened his eyes, his heart was very tangled, he pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly.

He once hated the Battle of Seizing the Saint.

The Battle of Seizing the Saint caused his mentor to die, and it was difficult for him and his beloved to eliminate the gap for thousands of years.

But later, as his cultivation level improved, he learned more and more about the secrets of this world, and saw through the true meaning of the Battle of Seizing the Saint, so he had to overturn this idea.

To blame, we can only blame the damn alien invasion, and we can only blame the fact that the strength of the Tianhan Continent is not enough to protect its homeland, so it has to cultivate strong people in this cruel way to resist foreign enemies.

But even so, the long-term belief and the indelible demon in his heart still made him unable to accept Qing'er.

The guilt for his master and the Buddha tormented him all the time.

"If it's not, why do you bother?" Mo Fan said lightly.

"The battle for the Holy Saint does have its imperfections, but it is the best solution that can be thought of at present."

"You may not know how many ancestors have sacrificed themselves in the space cracks unknown to the world to exchange for the current barely stable situation?"

"Whose lord were they? Whose lover? Whose parents? But they sacrificed their lives for the entire continent, but they could not get the praise they deserved. Instead, in order to avoid worldly panic, their sacrifices were covered up?"

"At least, your mentor Master Mingxin is still enjoying the offerings of the entire Jinshan Temple and even the entire Tianxuan Empire?"

"Why? Because he is a so-called national hero?"

Mo Fan's words hit Yichen's heart like a giant hammer.

Yes, when facing alien races, the two races of demons and humans shared the same hatred and joined hands to meet the enemy. How many ancestors have sacrificed?

And how many people know their lives?

True greatness often withers in secrets unknown to the world.

Any one of them is greater than their mentor Master Mingxin.

Master Mingxin's sacrifice was for his family at most, but those ancestors who sacrificed on the battlefield of alien races were for everyone.

What qualifications do I have to hate and blame the battle for the saint?

Why should I hurt Qing'er with such narrow selfishness?

Seeing Yichen's mind wavering, Mo Fan struck while the iron was hot: "In the face of a great catastrophe, everyone should contribute to the survival of this continent. Why bother about whether this person is from Buddhism, Taoism, or something else?"

"That's all. I hope to fight side by side with you on the battlefield of alien races in the future. Goodbye."

After speaking, Mo Fan bowed to Wang Riyue again: "Sword Saint Congyun, it's better to meet than to hear about your reputation. How about drinking a few cups with me?"

"I don't know who you are yet." Suddenly hearing Mo Fan calling him, Sword Saint Congyun's eyes flashed with surprise.

Mo Fan's cultivation is far lower than his, but he feels a little threatened.

Although he doesn't think Mo Fan can defeat him, he can be sure that this person is definitely capable of hurting him.

"I'm Mo Fan." Mo Fan laughed.

After talking for so long, he still hasn't introduced himself. It's really a bit rude.

"Mo Fan?" Wang Riyue was slightly stunned. This name sounded familiar. Where did he hear it?

Then he remembered that it was the War Emperor Mo Fan who had died for hundreds of years and whose soul was immortal and now was strangely reborn.

But now he can't be called the War Emperor, but the War Emperor.

"So it's the War Emperor. I've heard of your name for a long time." Wang Riyue bowed his hands.

He was a little puzzled. He had dealt with the Saint Yunluo before. Although his strength was not outstanding, he was also a real Saint.

This Mo Fan could escape from the hands of the Saint Yunluo with the cultivation of a first-grade Martial Emperor. It was really not simple. No wonder he felt a little threatened.

However, with the connection between the holy places, Wang Riyue should have captured Mo Fan and handed him over to the Saint Yunluo, and sold him to Yaoshen Mountain as a favor.

But the sense of crisis that Mo Fan brought to him, and the sense of oppression brought to him by the white deer, made him a little cautious.

He was a fifth-rank martial saint, so of course he could see through the disguise of the Great Saint of Leaping Sky. Although he didn't know why the Great Saint of Leaping Sky turned into a deer, he chose to ignore it because of the tacit understanding between saints.

The Great Saint of Leaping Sky was not like Mo Fan, who was a real existence that could bring him a fatal threat.

Moreover, Mo Fan's series of "deceptions" just now also made him feel that Mo Fan was not ordinary, and was a responsible person who was willing to carry the continent on his shoulders.

This made Wang Riyue feel a little better.

"In that case, it is better to obey than to be respectful. Please."

"Please!"

Mo Fan laughed, made a gesture of invitation, and led Wang Riyue to the valley.

Xu Xing'er and others also hurriedly followed, leaving only Yichen and Qing'er.

Yichen looked at their receding backs and muttered Mo Fan's name: "War Emperor Mo Fan?"

Mo Fan was a human who rose in the generation after him, and was a strong man in Tianxuan Continent five hundred years ago.

When Mo Fan became famous, Yichen had already betrayed Buddhism, and even his master Master Mingxin had died for a long time.

He had heard of Mo Fan's reputation, but it was only limited to hearing, and he had never seen him in person.

I didn't expect that the first meeting would be today, a thousand years later.

As soon as they met, this magical junior taught me a lesson and was beaten up by Mo Fan.

Mo Fan stopped at the right time and did not force him to make a choice, in fact, to give him the last face.

The matter between him and Qing'er had to be resolved by the two of them.

After looking at the tearful and pitiful Qing'er, Yichen sighed and said, "Let's go."

After that, he walked away with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Qing'er couldn't believe her ears when she heard it.

Is Yichen talking to her?

You know, since Master Mingxin passed away, Yichen hasn't spoken to her so gently for a thousand years.

From his tone, she could feel the implicit apology and guilt.

He began to change!

Qing'er was ecstatic and hurried to follow.