Me, sword fairy!

All the power is gone like low tide sea water, and will never come back.

it's finally over.

Exhausting bravery and doing everything possible, the immortal will extinguished, and the hot soul slowly became cold.

ended……

Mo Mingshi slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps across the starry sky came.

Mo Mingshi seemed to realize something and opened his eyes again.

In the distance, a person walked slowly towards him.

Mo Mingshi stared at that person in a daze--it was Su Wangyou.

The two looked at each other, silent.

Su Wangyou is calm, while Mo Mingshi...is calm.

Man is about to die, after working hard, exhausting his full strength, exhausting his will, Mo Mingshi can say frankly that he has exerted all his strength, he has nothing to regret, so he is so calm .

"You are amazing." Su Wangyou took the lead in breaking the silence.

Mo Mingshi was silent for a long time, and slowly asked, "That...is your clone?"

Yes, there is only this possibility, although I don't know why that clone is so realistic and powerful... But under comprehensive consideration, the only conclusion reached is this one.

Su Wangyou, who had been fighting with him, was just a clone.

"Yes." Su Wangyou admitted frankly.

"When?" Mo Mingshi's voice was a little tired, "When I was in the sun, I was still blown away by you, when I didn't have your vision..."

Su Wangyou interrupted him.

"From the beginning."

"From the beginning?"

"From the beginning."

Deathly silence.

Mo Mingshi didn't ask why, he just smiled bitterly: "It turns out that what I have exhausted all my will to defeat is just a dispensable clone."

"No, even if I am here, if I didn't have this sword, I would still be defeated by you...You are really amazing."

Mo Mingshi was silent.

Cracks suddenly appeared on his body.

It seemed that the glass was hit hard but didn't completely burst, but there were many cracks.

The cracks continued to spread, spread, and soon spread all over the body.

"Your real body...what are you doing?" Mo Mingshi still didn't hold back and asked this question.

Su Wangyou replied honestly: "It's cracking hell."

Mo Mingshi suddenly realized, "It turns out that..."

Yes————From the beginning, it was Su Wangyou’s clone that fought Mo Mingshi, and even the sheathless handle in his hand was fake. If it was truly sheathless, Mo Mingshi was being touched. In that moment, the'connection with the inscribed miracle grip' will be cut off. Without the Mo Mingshi inscribed with the miraculous grip, it is just a slightly stronger immortal realm.

And Su Wangyou himself, just as he said... is trying to crack the mystery of hell with no sheath.

"Have you succeeded?" Mo Ming Shi suddenly asked.

"I don't know..." Su Wangyou paused, sat in the starry sky, and chatted with the dying old man.

"Until the end, I failed to extract the spirits I wanted. Now I am facing the situation that either I cut the entire hell with one sword and all the spirits belong to the earth, or... let all the spirits be there Stay in hell."

Mo Mingshi looked at Su Wangyou's sword, and said, "With your talent, coupled with that sword, you will be able to completely control it in no time--"

"I have no time." Su Wangyou calmly interrupted Mo Mingshi, "Same as you."

Forget me not at the end

Su Wangyou really doesn't have much time. If it weren't for Ye Guxuan and Xingkong Su Wangyou's back-up, maybe he would have to fulfill his mission right now.

"Really..." Mo Mingshi didn't ask more, his turbid eyes looked at the blue planet.

"It's so beautiful..."

"Yes, it's beautiful." Su Wangyou was silent for a while.

"I can't do anything." Mo Mingshi stretched out his hands, the colorless and transparent gloves---the inscribed miracle grip turned into a light spot, and gradually dissipated, "The last blow...give me everything about this pair of gloves. Take it away, hell... I can't handle it now."

What would happen to the hell without the power limitation of Mo Mingshi?

From the middle period of Gu Hong, all the warriors above the emperor realm who died at that time...will be resurrected, and their strength far exceeds that of the Zuguang warriors—their malice is also.

The world chaos is an inevitable result, even Su Wangyou, who is invincible in the world, is unable to prevent the advent of this dark age - not to mention, as he said, his time... is running out.

"After defeating me, what are you going to do?" Mo Mingshi paused and asked: "Now it is still too late. Use your full strength to cut the'connection' between hell and the world with one sword. In this way, hell The souls in here will not return to this world, but..."

"But the warriors of the Gu Hong era are not all evil people." Su Wangyou gazes at the pale blue planet, "No matter what era, there will be people with good intentions. If Gu Hong warriors are brutal and evil, Then naturally I have no burden with this sword..."

"It's just Gu Hong, and there are people like you." Mo Mingshi's face showed a trace of remembrance, "Some cute little guys..."

"So, what are you going to do with hell?" Mo Mingshi asked.

Su Wangyou stood up and walked towards the blue planet.

The voice of Xingkong Su Wangyou sounded in his mind.

[Have you figured it out?

Yes.

[Actually, you still have some time... But if you use my power now... He will be aware of it. In this way, even if it is Ye Guxue and I, it will not be able to hold back————] [I know.

Xingkong Su Wangyou was silent.

For a long time, for a long time.

[In this case... as you wish.