Me, sword fairy!

"You are dead."

Chapter 21, the ninth day of September, at the bottom of Tianhu Mountain

Mohist.

Mo Qianzhong finished the sound transmission with Su Changge, and sighed slightly: "Is it finally here..."

Finally came.

Mo Qianzhong expected this day when the Mohist's organ technique was stolen.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so fast and so urgent.

"It's only four years..." He sighed slightly, with a look of fatigue on his face.

"Patriarch, there is a letter for you." The Mo family swordsman's voice came from outside the door, which sounded very solemn, "The person who came to deliver the letter - if I read it right, it should be the Emperor."

"What?!" Mo Qian was shocked, but he quickly stabilized his mind and said: "Bring the letter over and tell the original scene well."

Mohist swordsman opened the door, holding a simple letter paper in his hand.

"This morning, just now, at the gate of the Mo family, the Emperor Human took this letter and walked over without saying a word, and handed it to me who was on duty at the time. I saw it all. Chu, that is definitely the Emperor of Humanity, but his eyes are dull, his actions are slow, and he is indifferent to the shouts of others, but the fluctuations of the immortal on his body are clear..."

The Mo Family Swordsman paused, and then said: "Mo Fentian tried to stop the Emperor, and the Emperor moved his hand, and the hand was dead."

Mo Fentian, a disciple of the Void Realm of the Mo Family, the Human Sovereign is a realm of longevity, and the so-called dead hand - Mo Fentian is naturally dead.

Mo Qianzhong was silent for a while, and finally only said one word slowly.

"Buried him."

His voice no longer trembled, his soul no longer lost.

Mo Qianzhong clearly understood what he should do.

"Settle his family well." Mo Qianzhong paused, then said: "You go out too."

The Mo family swordsman hesitated for a moment, and said, "The giant takes care."

The door was closed.

Mo Qianzhong opened the envelope.

[Well, it must be you who is reading the letter now?Mo Qianzhong.

[No, you should be called the Mohist giant now, there is no way, who made me a loser, from beginning to end.Fortunately, God pity, I also have a chance to come back.We————Compare the mechanism technique again.

[On the ninth day of September, at the bottom of Tianhu Mountain.

[I use my life, and the life of the emperor, to bet your life — and the name of the Mo family giant, how about it, is it a business that makes no money?————Of course, provided that you can win.I believe you will come, because you people, you can’t just sit back and watch the emperor die. By the way, I’m actually very afraid of death. Don’t bring any masters in secret. Oh, otherwise the first one to die... will be the Emperor.] [Oh, by the way, there will be a lot of world destroyers outside Tianhu Mountain---that is, those organizing people around. If you come in directly, they will not stop you. I am there... …wait for you!

"The ninth day of September...?" Mo Qianzhong sighed, "Isn't that ————— three days later."

"You are right, Mo Lishou, I will come, even if I know I am dead, I have to come." Mo Qianzhong closed his eyes and planned to sleep well.

He hasn't slept in a long, long time, and now he might be dying, so he has to sleep first.

————That’s right.

"Damn... there are so many things to deal with."

He has too much to do. To prepare for the war, even though the Mohist’s organs are not as good as their opponents, they are still going to fight. After all, after four years of preparation, this information should also be shared with others. This organist seems to be named The world destroyer, should tell Changge, besides, in case he died...

Mo Qianzhong acted for a while, but it was only one, and then he continued to think about it as if nothing had happened.

If you die, you should also find a way to use the magic talisman to cut off Mo Lishou, but Tianhu Mountain is surrounded by world destroyers, and I don’t know how to get out...

Yeah, how do you get out?

Mo Qianzhong didn't know, and he didn't want to think about this issue.

"I have to……"

He whispered.

"Go for a break!"

"come yet?"

"coming."

This is a brief conversation between the lord and Zhuyao.

They have to say this conversation every day, but the previous answer was "not coming", but this time it was "coming".

Then they went out, planning to leave - but unexpectedly Jian Qisha and Wang Wanhe were waiting for them outside the door.

Sect Master was about to speak, but was interrupted by Jian Qisha.

"Five years ago, Lingshan was born. I was a coward." Jian Qisha's voice was calm and his words were clear. "That time I stayed in the room, panicked all day long, until the news that Su Wangyou and Elder Qi died in battle. Come."

"Su Wangyou was still very young at the time, only 22 years old--maybe 23 years old? I don't remember clearly. Elder Qi is very old, at least seven or eight thousand years old. They are a year old. Young and old, all died there."

"Now I have a wife and offspring. I am a son. My inheritance is also left to him. My family has small assets, which are enough to support his growth. I have no worries about the future. I have to go."

The sword seven kills every word, and then repeats: "I have to go."

He was not discussing with the Sect Master and Zhu Yao at all, but was unilaterally making an announcement with them.

"I have to go."

Wang Wanhe, who has been unable to put his mouth in his mouth, said anxiously: "The same is true for me!"

Zhu Yao couldn't help but chuckled.

————No, it’s not a chuckle, it’s a big laugh, even tears came out.

"In that case, let's go together." Zhu Yao wiped away his tears and said, "With Elder Qi's share."

Jian Qisha clenched the cold hilt.

"Ok."

Years are like knives, and knives make people grow old.

With blood in his chest, like old wine, he is now a father, and his arrogance is unabated.

Chapter 22 The Destroyer