Chapter 644 What Should I Do?

"Mo Fan, is it a desperate feeling to be betrayed by the person you have nurtured and are closest to?" The man who looked and looked exactly like Mo Fan chuckled.

Although the two looked the same, their temperaments were completely different. The temperament of the man behind Mo Qingkuang was mysterious and evil, and he could be easily identified.

"Demon Emperor?" Mo Fan's pupils suddenly shrank. The Demon Emperor actually looked exactly like him.

"Don't be surprised, I just thought you were interesting, so I turned into your appearance. If I want, I can turn into anyone." The Demon Emperor seemed to see Mo Fan's doubts and explained.

Then his face turned resentful: "Don't be resentful! It was Mo Qingkuang who decided to rely on my God Clan. We didn't force him."

"But you, even so, still gave him a great opportunity."

"If you hadn't destroyed my life fire, which made me lack the origin and unable to break through the God level when breaking through the Heaven-Suppressing Formation, I wouldn't have given all the extra power to this kid."

"Mo Qingkuang, you still don't thank your ancestors. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be a demigod."

Mo Fan's heart was moved. It turned out that the power of the Heaven-Suppressing Formation was enough to help the Demon Emperor break through the God level, but he destroyed his life fire, causing his life origin to be incomplete, so the breakthrough failed.

The accumulated power that was enough to break through the God level was wasted, and had to be given to Mo Qingkuang, giving birth to a new demigod.

Mo Fan's face was gloomy, staring at Mo Qingkuang: "Why?"

"Why?" Mo Qingkuang chewed on Mo Fan's question, recalling the scene when he was sleeping in the light cocoon.

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"Who are you?" Mo Qingkuang's soul was floating. This was the third time he entered this state.

In front of him, a scarlet evil face changed various expressions and called him.

Later, he knew that this was the Red Emperor, one of the seven emperors.

The Red Emperor's soul was scattered by Mo Fan. When he escaped in the chaos, he quietly merged a wisp of his soul into Mo Qingkuang's body without everyone noticing.

While Mo Qingkuang was unconscious, he read all his memories.

"I heard that you are the most outstanding genius of this generation?" The Red Emperor smiled evilly.

Mo Qingkuang was silent for a while after hearing this. He was the first in the genius battle and defeated and killed the chosen son Lin Yang with his own hands.

He should have been the first genius.

He nodded: "So what?"

"No, you are not. You are just a rubbish with earth-level roots, and you can only be the king of a small border town."

"No, you can't even be the king. If it weren't for Mo Fan, you would have been killed by the chosen son Lin Yang, and you would have been just a ghost at this moment." The devil face of the Red Emperor swayed, and he said contemptuously.

Mo Qingkuang's face was cold: "Everything I have comes from my ancestors. It's my opportunity and my destiny! Without him, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"You are right. Without him, you wouldn't be who you are today. But with him, there will be another you. You are just lucky and was chosen by him." The Red Emperor said coldly.

"Why did he choose you? Because you are easy to control."

"You are talking nonsense! The ancestors treated me with great kindness, saved my life countless times, and cultivated me with all their strength. Do you think you are qualified to alienate the friendship between my grandfather and grandson?" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Look back on your life, is everything arranged by him clearly?"

"You have no room for your own choice, you are just a puppet at his mercy. Even your marriage and your love are under his control." Chi Yihuang said again.

"No! I love Yan'er too, this marriage is happy!" Mo Qingkuang said firmly.

"Happiness is happiness, but it is undeniable that it is still arranged by Mo Fan. You are a chess piece in his hand, strictly following every step of his plan."

"Have you ever thought that if you don't obey, will he give up on you and choose someone else again? Choose a more obedient child with better talent than you to cultivate?"

"Look at Han Shu, is he more worthy of cultivation than you?"

Chi Yihuang's voice was unpleasant, but every word fell into Mo Qingkuang's heart, causing shock.

Mo Qingkuang was speechless for a while.

Yes.

All the way, it was indeed arranged by the ancestor. If the person he cultivated was not himself, but anyone else, I believe he could have reached his current level.

If it was Hanshu, Linyang, or Kongkong, who were born with much better conditions than himself, perhaps their achievements would be higher than his.

Mo Qingkuang was a little confused.

Why did he choose me?

Is it just because I am his descendant with a thin bloodline?

Or is it because I am full of hatred and easy to control?

Seeing Mo Qingkuang's hesitation, Chi Yihuang struck while the iron was hot.

"No matter why he chose you, your achievements today rely on his existence. He can train one of you, or he can train hundreds of you."

"Now his strength is far better than before. It is effortless to train a genius who is not inferior to you, and even training a genius who is far better than you is not a problem at all, and it will be easier in the future."

"Then what is the meaning of you, the so-called first genius? You are just his toy."

"You can only continue to be a loyal dog under his command, obeying his orders, in order to get his pitiful sympathy, and raise the idea of ​​training others later."

"That day will come eventually. One day he will feel that it is meaningless and you are no longer obedient. Even if he will not wipe you out, he will train a new genius to compete with you."

"Your fate, everything you have, depends only on his will."

Chi Yihuang's words were heartbreaking, and Mo Qingkuang stared.

He wanted to kill this monster who alienated their relationship between grandfather and grandson, but he could not do it.

He could only stiffen his neck and say: "The ancestor will train me to be the strongest in the world. Even if he trains others, it will be difficult to compete with me!"

"Stupid! With him, you are at most the second strongest. He can't train someone who is on par with himself to challenge his right to speak, not to mention that this person is his dog." Chi Yihuang's words became more and more unpleasant.

Every word was like a steel needle piercing Mo Qingkuang's heart.

Mo Qingkuang's firm mind finally began to waver.

Does the ancestor really want to train me?

Will he train others?

I obey him and respect him very much. Why should he train others?

What should I do to make him trust me and train me to be the strongest, even though I am inferior to him?

Mo Qingkuang, who has long relied on Mo Fan, has never thought about what it would be like to rely on himself.

To this day, Mo Fan has nothing to teach him. He only needs to cultivate everything he has now to the peak.

He can transcend the shackles of this world and become a god who stands tall and upright.

Mo Fan even gave him the inheritance of the gods.

But he got stuck in a dead end under the guidance of Chi Yihuang.

"What should I do?"

After a long struggle in his heart, Mo Qingkuang finally uttered a question.