The Lord of Ghost

In an instant, the fragile heartstring in Gongsun Jianwu's heart was completely broken. ...

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to see his beloved sister being ravaged by this guy!

He held her in his palm, and even his movements were gentle, like blowing clouds...

"Ah!"

"You are looking for death!"

Gongsun Jianwu was like a ghost crawling out of hell. The peak strength of [Return to One Realm] broke out. Between his eyebrows, a small sword with intricate ancient patterns appeared.

"Die!"

At that moment, emotion broke through the shackles of reason. Whether it was the death of his father or the withering of his sister, they were wearing away his last bit of reason.

"Oh, I can't stand it!"

"Sure enough, emotion is a stumbling block on the road to the peak!"

Facing Gongsun Jianwu's attack, Mo Li seemed calm as the wind, the ghost eyes opened, the blood-colored space enveloped, leaving the ghost spirit confused in the original place.

At that time, Gongsun Jianwu's eyes flashed with sharp edges, and the sword in his hand pierced the heart accurately. At the same time, the sword soul on his forehead sank into the opponent's mind without hesitation.

He wanted Mo Li to die! Not only the body, but also the soul, leaving no chance!

The ghost body turned into white smoke and dissipated little by little without surprise. Gongsun Jianwu was stunned. He had obviously... However, in Gongsun Jianwu's panic, Mo Li's voice came from behind.

At this time, Mo Li raised his eyebrows, and his slightly helpless look seemed to have made up his mind: "You are really cruel, even your father can do it."

"Well, congratulations, your father was really killed by you!"

Gongsun Jianwu held the sword, and the tip of the sword was facing Mo Li: "What are you talking about! My father was obviously killed by you!"

He saw Mo Li cut off his father's head with a sword with his own eyes. When he held his father's body in his arms, even his master told him that he was powerless.

Mo Li was not in a hurry, but took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his hands, his movements were as elegant as a noble: "The body is not necessarily dead, if the soul dies and dissipates, then it is really dead."

"If you don't believe it, you can look back and see if the gradually dying soul loves your father?"

Listening to Mo Li's words, his heart seemed to be hit hard by a meteorite, and his head turned slowly like a rusty machine.

Under the bright moonlight, the ghost's form was becoming thinner and more transparent. The light shone in the hall, and the ghost's face was so familiar. His lips moved slightly, and his eyes were still full of hope, the most sincere expectations for his son.

"Jianwu, you are the pride of my life, and your mother's spirit in heaven will also be relieved!"

The familiar words seemed to echo in his ears, and with a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and Gongsun Jianwu stared at his pale hands in a daze.

"I... I killed my own... father!"

"Ah!"

"Why! Why!"

The touching scene of separation between life and death is the most tearful. Mo Li sniffed, took out the bloody handkerchief, and symbolically wiped the corners of his eyes.

"I am so moved! I can't help crying!"

The murderer said such provocative words behind him hypocritically, which may be too cruel.

Cruel?

Mo Li didn't think that this world where the strong are respected is like this. He can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal!

As long as he can succeed, he doesn't mind how dirty and cruel his hands are.

"Hey! Old man, are you really not going to come out? I can't pretend anymore."

Mo Li knew that the sword behind Gongsun Jianwu had been hiding a sword spirit, but he didn't expect that the other party could really endure it.

"Hey, when will the revenge end? Why do you do this?" Finally, the sharp sword wrapped in white cloth slowly rose up a white-bearded figure, as if regretting and lamenting.

"I have lived for countless years, and I have seen countless fights and grudges like this, but in the end..."

"Hush!" Before the old sword spirit finished speaking, Mo Li made a hushing gesture to interrupt him.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Li stretched out five fingers in front of him, and lightly raised his index finger, making an elegant gesture of taking down.

At this time, Gongsun Jianwu, who was at the peak of the Venerable Realm, and Mo Shang, who was at the early stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm, walked out of the void.

The other party was just a remnant soul, and there were two great masters who took action to suppress him. He only needed to wait for the result.

Even if Gongsun Xuanjian and Mo Shang were dead, the remnant soul would fall into a weak period after leaning over. In any case, he would be the winner, even if he sacrificed his men.

Then, he leisurely strolled outside the hall, and at the same time activated the void formation that had been prepared long ago to prevent Gongsun Jianwu from escaping.

He smiled, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "The moon tonight is so beautiful!"

In the hall, the appearance of two powerful beings made the old sword spirit frown. If it was just one, he might be able to deal with it and take Gongsun Jianwu away, but with two, and the forbidden air formation blocking him, he was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the grief-stricken Gongsun Jianwu, the old sword spirit sighed: "It's time, it's fate, I didn't want you to take the same path as him, but I didn't expect... Hey, there is a disaster in your fate."

"Well, well, life is not always smooth sailing. Jianwu, remember, as long as there is still a trace of concern in your heart, you can't step into the ruthless sword of killing..."

As he said, the old sword spirit sank into Gongsun Jianwu's body, and at this time, Gongsun Jianwu reacted!

"Master, what are you going to do!"

"Open the way for you!"

"Remember what the master just said!"

Now, the old sword spirit intends to plant that hope. He sublimates to the utmost and leaves no life. Only in this way can he break the deadlock.

"After the master disappears, you can let your sister's soul become a new sword spirit. Now, the master will get it for you!"

"Look carefully, this will be the last time the master will demonstrate the sword to you!"

As the voice fell, Gongsun Jianwu's body suddenly bloomed with brilliance, and a mighty and ancient sword intent slowly rose. The ancient breath, with traces of time, the whole king's capital was shrouded by this terrifying sword intent, and the silver moon became blurred under the sword shadow.

Snap!

Suddenly, the void was like chaos at the beginning, and the dark clouds in the sky formed a vortex of empty sword eyes. Above the sword eyes, you can glimpse the brilliant galaxy.

"This sword is called: Emperor Killer!"

The distant voice was like an ancient whisper, rippling in circles. In the middle of the sword eye, countless spiritual energy was sucked in like a vortex of airflow, and the power of the starry sky was poured into the sword eye like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The sword of the void slowly condensed into reality, and the tip of the sword pointed downward, which was the palace of the Gongsun family.

This power shook time and space, and the palace gradually disintegrated into ashes under the sword's will.

At that time, the ancient families and immortal forces in the East Wilderness all looked up at the sky and looked in the same direction.

The old monsters who had been buried for who knows how many years lifted the coffin lid from the ground and murmured in surprise: "This power? Could it be that the emperor was born!"