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The altar of nothingness vibrated, there was a buzz, and three nothingness guillotines were lifted high by an invisible force of rule...
Thunder from the old woman and the old man of cloud Zong, but even the words can not shout out.
The thousands of Upper monks behind them were terrified and felt the strangest force of rules on that altar. It seems that as long as they move, they will be punished...
The dean looked up at the cold and sharp nothingness guillotine rising, sighed: "coming ah..."
"There seems to be some... Don't give up."
The Dean... Su Mo looked at the three guillotines raised on the altar and at the blue clothes under the guillotine. Two drops of parting tears slipped from her eyes and she knelt on the void...
He knew that the dean had set this up for years, and there was nothing he could do.
Only to watch the dean go to his death...
There is no greater pain in the world than to watch your loved ones die... Can't do anything...
Can't do anything...
All he can do is... Watch the dean die.
The Nether beast turned his head and looked at Su Mo beside him, feeling empathy, bending his limbs and kneeling on the void.
Su Mo's teacher is also its teacher...
The dean turned his head, looked at the white dress kneeling on the void, and smiled.
"Do not cry, I have sent your brothers and sisters outside the boundaries, lest they be affected by the awakening of heaven and earth consciousness..."
"I know you also want to go outside the boundary, when you solve this boundary matter, you go outside the boundary to find them, OK?"
Su Mo knelt on the void, looking at the fairy Qingyi, trembling voice responded:
'Good!
"In the meantime, I can finally have a rest..." Dean smiled, Qingyi raised, two drops of glittering and translucent slip.
If not for the people of this world, how can he be willing to leave like this.
It is the greatest regret of his life that he has not seen his seven disciples grow up...
He is also a man who has developed a sense of self...
It is man who knows the suffering, knows the sorrow of those who are killed by his layout...
As human beings, there is love, and it is the love with one's many disciples...
"You have no idea how hard it is to be the master of seven of you..." Dean looked at Su Mo and said with a smile.
"One by one... It's so inconvenient..."
The guillotine blade is constantly pulled up by the force of nothingness, emitting a dazzling cold light, and the guillotine blade carries endless cold.
Su Mo deeply looked at the dean, slowly shook his head: "in the future will not..."
Dean looked at Su Mo, pleased to nod.
Actually, he has a fifth inning...
That is to die with his own body to promote Su Mo to become a qualified chess player.
A good chess player must know how to play blood.
For example, the emperor of Dahua arranged to kill his own people and promote a Confucianism and Taoism.
Another example is him, who set up traps to kill thousands of people in this world, pits people in the upper and lower worlds, and promotes the awakening of heaven and earth consciousness...
Su Mo is too white...
White is at odds with the world... That's what he keeps saying.
Let Su Mo on the head of a red headband, it is also want to make its body stained with a trace of blood means.
Unfortunately, Su Mo at that time can not understand...
Oomph!
The guillotine was drawn to the highest level, and the altar gave a roar.
Everyone in the imperial city looked at this imaginary altar.
Of course they heard the Dean's words, and of course they understood that the present situation was made possible by that man.
But he also wanted to save them...
The roar of the altar was like a cry between heaven and earth.
The woman in the street of the imperial city knelt down, and also took the child beside her to her knees.
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The woman turned to her child and said, "Remember this day as long as you live!"
The child nodded his head and looked at the blue coat above the void.
"Save your child..."
The woman nodded her head and bowed down deeply to the green clothes on the altar of nothingness: "Respectfully send the dean..."
The children also went on worshiping, no longer able to worship...
"Send compliments to the dean..."
...
The scholar in the grass Lao and the woman also knelt down, deeply looking at the distant empty altar on the green clothes...
"Send compliments to the dean..."
...
The defenders of the imperial city have already knelt on the ground, respectfully and sadly looking at the blue clothes above the sky.
Thousands of soldiers fell on their knees and refused to rise.
"Send compliments to the dean..."
...
Above the void, the great Chinese emperor with a sad face also knelt on the void, and the four-clawed golden dragon behind him also bent down his body, staring directly at the blue clothes.
The emperor opened his mouth and lowered his head: "Send the dean to..."
The whole Dahua, up to the emperor, down to the grass people, are on their knees at this moment.
They are sending off the dean of the college who lived only for the people of the world...
"Send compliments to the dean..."
The sound of farewell rang through the world like a sad song.
Oomph!
Another mournful cry from the altar...
Su Mo knelt on the void, could not bear it any longer, and shouted to the tall blue clothes:
"Master..."
"You finally call me master..." The dean looked at Su Mo and smiled: "I know your poetry talent is very good, can you make a send-off for the teacher?"
"Ok..."
Su Mo stood up and looked at the green clothes...
The green clothes dance with the wind, the long white hair brandishing the deep unparting meaning...
"The green trees listen to pelican 鴂, more that can, partridge live, cuckoo cut."
"When I cry to spring, I have no place to go, and my bitter hatred for my young lovers will rest."
Su Mo slowly open the mouth, heaven and earth are silent. The Confucian clothes woven by a thousand ghosts were blown up by the wind, beating the void...
"To be counted, to be parted..."
Dean looked at Su ink, eyes with light, it seems to be for failing to look at Su ink growth and some regret.
"The horse Pipa pass is dark. More long door golden chariot words.
See Yanyan, send to my concubine. The general lost his reputation in many battles.
To the river beam, back thousands of miles, old man long.
Easy water Xiao Xiao west wind cold, full of clothes like snow.
The valiant men and the mournful songs are not here..."
Oomph!
The altar again issued a trilled sound, the elevated guillotine knife stopped, between heaven and earth, countless regular force poured into the guillotine...
"The birds still know how much they hate, but they can't cry long and cry blood."
Su Mo dressed in white like snow, with white hair singing the last elegy...
"Who share me, drunk moon..."
Dean deeply looked at Su Mo, Qingyi piaopiao, negative hand standing.
White beard slightly trembling, I do not know whether it is the reason of the wind...
"This life is enough..."
Ba-boom!
Three guillotines fell, with the force of universal rules, cutting through the three bodies on the altar...
The autumn wind flew over with two dead leaves, which covered Su Mo's eyes... at the right time Doesn't seem to want him to see that scene...
Two drops of crystal soaked the dead leaves, were blown away by the wind...
Gyeong-eon...
"... Farewell to your master."