Chapter 1019
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Long Qing looked at the blood line on Liu Yiqing's neck and said, "People like you and me should live and see the great era."
The curtain of the new era had been lifted. You were the one who opened the curtain, and I was the one who acted. We should watch the scenery behind the curtain together, so that we would not waste our time in this world.
What Long Qing said was a high compliment to Liu Yiqing. But Liu Yiqing only forced a smile and did not say anything. Then he looked at Hengmu Liren and said, "The play has just begun. But my part is over. Even if you are unwilling, you have to learn to accept it."
Hengmu Liren trembled slightly. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Ning Que, "The show is not over yet. How can a mortal change the will of Haotian?"
His voice was trembling. His eyes were complicated, filled with reluctance and brutality. He was like a boy who went up to the mountain to chop firewood and saw the cicadas on the withered trees. He had sympathy, but more self-pity and anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of holy Haotian Divine Light shot out from his palm and landed on Liu Yiqing's chest. Liu Yiqing's face became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, Liu Yiqing's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Everyone's expressions changed, especially the divine priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace. They could feel the aura of life contained in the Haotian Divine Light, and they were so shocked that they could not speak.
Long Qing's expression became grave. "Do you know what you're doing?" he asked.
Hengmu Liren ignored him. He stared at Liu Yiqing's face and forced out the Haotian Divine Flame from his body. His face became thinner, but his eyes became brighter.
This was the real Divine Skills of the West-Hill.
In the cultivation world, no one was better than Hengmu Liren in Divine Skills. Even Ye Hongyu was not as good as him. Because he had directly inherited the will and light of Haotian.
The Divine Skills of the West-Hill could kill people, but also save people. The Divine Flame in his body contained the aura of Haotian and could heal all the immortals. Liu Yiqing was dying, but he was not.
Hengmu Liren would not allow Liu Yiqing to die like this. For this, he would have to pay a heavy price and consume a large amount of Haotian's Divine Flame. The visible shriveling of his face was one thing, but the invisible loss of his life was the most important thing. Besides, he would be severely injured soon.
After being blinded by Ning Que, Liu Yiqing's eyes no longer felt anything. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot and itchy. He even vaguely saw a blurry white light.
Was it the color of the white cloth or the holy radiance?
Liu Yiqing was still calm. He even looked indifferent. He knew clearly that Hengmu Liren would not let him live comfortably after paying such a huge price.
"It's meaningless," he said.
If a powerhouse in the Knowing destiny State did not want to live, then no one could stop him from dying.
Hengmu Liren's face twitched slightly and looked horrible. He looked like a badly wounded demon in the holy Divine Flame. His voice sounded like crying and it was very unpleasant.
"You ant-like mortals … have no idea what kind of realm I'm in right now! I want you to live, so you must live. You can't die even if you want to! "
"So what if I'm alive? Will it make you feel better? "
"Maybe you won't fight with me in the end, and refuse to use your failure to prove that Haotian's will is irresistible. But I will let you suffer endless pain to tell the world what will happen to those who betray Haotian."
"I want you to live, so you must live. Because I represent the will of Haotian!"
"I want you to live, not to witness some damned great era. I want you to live in humiliation. I want you to suffer the pain of being cut into pieces every day. I want you to watch the South Jin Kingdom fall apart and the disciples of the Sword Garret die one after another. I want you to watch your homeland turn into scorched earth and your friends become dead people! I want you to live because I want you to regret living! "
Hengmu Liren looked at the wound on Liu Yiqing's chest shrinking and the blood line on his neck getting thinner. He laughed and said, "Will you regret what you've done tonight? If you have another chance, will you still disrespect me like this?"
The most talented young man in the Divine Halls of West-Hill laughed proudly. He was extremely happy and crazy. The compressed air passed through his trembling vocal cords and his voice was as sharp as a flock of pigeons. It was very ear-piercing.
Looking at this scene and listening to the laughter, people felt a chill in their hearts. Many Divine Priests of West-Hill felt that their Taoist Heart was about to collapse. Even Zhao Sishou's lips were covered with a layer of frost.
It was dead silent in the royal city at night. Only Hengmu's crazy laughter was echoing. The willow branches on the moat swayed timidly. The broken willows that fell into the water sank even faster to the bottom of the moat. They wanted to hide their bodies in the mud that had accumulated for thousands of years. They did not want to hear Hengmu's laughter anymore.
Liu Yiqing felt the breath of life returning to his body. He listened to Hengmu's words and laughter without any change in his expression. There was no fear on his face, only calmness.
He looked at Long Qing through the white cloth and said, "Is this the hope of the Divine Halls?"
Long Qing said nothing.
Liu Yiqing repeated, "A poor child with childhood trauma?"
Long Qing still said nothing. It was a silent agreement.
Liu Yiqing sighed and said, "The Divine Halls are getting worse with each generation."
Long Qing still said nothing. He agreed with Liu Yiqing. He thought for a while and raised his right hand. There was a black peach blossom between his fingers. The petals contained the aura of Quietus.
Only the black peach blossom could interrupt Hengmu Liren's Divine Skill.
"Don't stop me!"
Hengmu Liren roared. His skinny face was as pale as snow.
He stared at Liu Yiqing's face. He could not understand why this man from the South Jin Kingdom could still be so calm when he was on the brink of death and suffered so many mental shocks. He could not understand why he could sense the sympathy from Liu Yiqing. What were they sympathizing with?
Long Qing said, "Taoism needs you to spread the glory, not to go crazy."
Hengmu Liren laughed crazily and said, "But I feel great right now. I finally understand that only a crazy person like you can be truly powerful."
The black peach blossom between Long Qing's fingers was shaking in the night wind.
"Don't stop me."
Hengmu Liren said, "Even though you are my senior, I have no respect for you and I don't need to. Since this is what the Divine Halls have arranged for me, you should stay out of it."
Long Qing looked at him as if he was looking at a stubborn, naive, and cruel child walking on the mountain path. The dew wetted his shabby indigo robe. He held the hatchet and thought he was the sun.
Long Qing sighed from the bottom of his heart. But he did nothing in the end.
At this moment, a sigh was heard in the deep of the night.
Therefore, the mountains, rivers, rocks, and rivers in Linkang all sighed.
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