There are always helpless reasons that force people to make choices they are unwilling to face, such as Zang Mou, the red leaf world, the elixir, like you, and like me.

Then understand, then sigh, then remain silent, and then choose!

The starry sky collapsed, and starlight flew to repair it. Some floating meteorites had long turned into dust, and some big stars were pulled in the aftermath of the road, changing with their movement.

Zang Mou spared no effort, his body was stained with bloody flames, and this slight white was ignited by his soul fire, and his karma was the blooming of all his combat power.

Opposite him was the monk. There was a divine light brewing in his third eye, as if he could take a fatal blow. However, Zang Mou was not afraid at all, his face was cold, but he was just solemn.

"I have grown up well over the years, but unfortunately I'm one step away from it. I'll send you this step!" Those three things are about admiration in my eyes, as if they were satisfied with the disciples. However, Zang Mou didn't feel much about the relationship between the masters and apprentices who used to be.

"You are no longer the one you, nor are you my teacher!"

Zang Mou said coldly, and when he took out his hands, he took a big star. The big star instantly turned into the size of a stone, and then was thrown out. The three-eyed monk bounced his fingers and a divine light shot out, and immediately collided with the stone-like star.

The two gathered together for 100,000 miles, but in an instant, fireworks almost flooded the space between them, and then flooded their bodies.

But soon, the fireworks dissipated and revealed their bodies, and they did not change. Those terrifying aftermath could not cause any harm to them.

The three-eyed monk had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on his gray face, and he said, "The universe in his palm is in the middle of Sumeru, I remember you had been trying to learn in a different way!"

Zang Mou's heart was rippled, and he said, "You have not lost your memory, but you have no emotions in your heart, and you regard all living beings as ants and plants!"

The monk shook his head: "What's the difference? Zang Mou, how did you have ever had feelings in your heart in your early years! How many families have been destroyed by you by any means? Why did the young master of the Sword Sect never forget you? You don't know the reason? How many people who died in your hands today are tired of you! Zang Mou, you are not qualified to say to me!"

Zang Mou stopped and looked at the man opposite him through the starry sky of 100,000 miles. Although the two were of ordinary size, their eyes were extremely clear, as if in front of them.

Yes, such existence is already close to the world, and it is also close to the world. You can see the other person at a distance, but you can't see the heart between a punch.

"So I became a villain, so what about you, teacher? What is the glory of the world respecting you as the emperor, but today it deviates from its original intention. Why?" Zang Mou asked, without justifying his behavior. He looked into the distance. It was where the young master of the Sword Sect was. At this time, his eyes were blazing fire, but he was helpless.

He was restrained by several monks from the Sword Sect because he was no match for Zang Mou, and Zang Mou also promised not to take his life, which made him feel depressed.

"I'm sorry!" said Zang Mou.

The young master was stunned, then furious, and just cried: "No, Zang Mou, you are not worthy of killing my father! I will not let you go until I die!"

Zang Mou was silent, but just raised his hand and turned away a magical power. At this time, he heard the teacher say, "Did you see it? Zang Mou, there is no right or wrong, you don't need to apologize, you are degenerate!"

Zang Mou shook his head without explanation, but a sword light separated from his eyebrows. The sword light fell into the middle of his eyebrows. The faces of the people next to him changed drastically, but the young master was relieved. At this moment, the young master's eyes were depressed and he murmured: "How could this be? Impossible! Impossible, Zang Mou, this is your trick, you lied to me!"

The three-eyed monk was stunned, with doubts, but at this time Zang Mou stepped across the starry sky and finally manifested himself. His huge body occupied the starry sky. He opened his mouth and countless sword lights flew out and drowned at the three-eyed monk.

The monk stroked with one hand, and starlight flew from the starry sky. The starlight condensed into divine swords and said, "You are a perfect seed, everything about you is in my eyes. Zang Mou, this is your natal magical power, and it is also my natal magical power!"

In the words, white light and starlight touch, like ink invading the paper, or white paper swallows the black ink, the two forces attract each other and repel each other, and finally countless changes are outlined in the starry sky.

The white light changed, and the countless dark starlight like ink also stretched out. There was no earth-shaking roar, but a very quiet feeling in person, as if the painting hand was splashing ink and splashing, the beautiful scenery was created.

This is true. The mountains, rivers and all things are manifested, and that is their way. There are plants and trees, and there are also livestock, and there are bumper grains, giving people a sense of quietness and beauty. But suddenly there is lightning and thunder, just silent, and there is also a state of enlightenment, sweeping over with a strong wind, drowning the starry sky. One is quiet and the other is moving, but it complements each other and is natural.

Finally, the picture disappeared, and only a thunderbolt exploded, the thunder roared, the white light disappeared, and the starlight disappeared.

But Zang Mou vomited blood, his face as white as paper, while the three-eyed monk's face turned rosy and his blood was boiling.

"Master and apprentice!" Zang Mou whispered softly, not knowing what the purpose was.

The three-eyed monk also sighed softly: "Yes, master and apprentice, I am your teacher, but you are also my teacher. These are all yours, but you are defeated in your own Taoism. I wonder what you think?"

Zang Mou shook his head: "I am not stingy with my own Taoism, but as for you, you, I have everything I have learned, I am really a good teacher."

"Do you have any complaints?" The three-eyed monk laughed, laughing louder this time, so he could see his teeth. This scene only reminded him of his former opponents, those who were about to kill him.

With this thought, Zang Mou had no more emotions in his heart, and everything should be cut off.

Shaking my head gently, Zang Mou said, "No, I never did. I, Zang Mou, have been destined to be lonely since I rose up. Where did the teacher come from? Not to mention that after you appeared, I already knew that I was like those people back then!"

Upon hearing this, the monk said, "It seems that someone has been restless to look for you!"

Zang Mou said: "Yes, someone came to me before you showed up and said that I was a seed and would be harvested. Please be careful!"

A sigh came into his ears. Zang Mou felt a little familiar, but there was a fluctuation in the eyes of the three-eyed monk. He was different from before, as if he had reminiscences, and then said: "I'll take his own child!"

"But in the end it was a seed, which was ruthlessly harvested by you! I don't know his name, but I saw scars from his eyes and scars in my heart!" Zang Mou said.

The three-eyed monk said, "Yes, what is more painful than the harm of someone close to you? His name is Shang!"

Zang Mou was silent, then his eyes were dim, and the teacher's words echoed in his heart. He also had scars in his heart. At this time, he understood why Dan took action, because they all had the same scar, which came from the teacher he respected.

In the eyes of their teachers, they are seeds and elixirs, and that's all. What's more sad than this?

This is the master and apprentice! It makes people feel helpless, even more heartbroken, and then sad, or heartbroken!

Mu Ming looked at this scene and suddenly realized that his teacher always looked like a hand-off manager. Because he cared about them, he didn't want to be as caring as his teacher. Because they were hurt inside, they rejected this kind of care, but instead paid attention to the growth of his disciples invisibly.
Chapter completed!