Why do you have to do this?"

"I didn't want to kill you either."

Chen Qiu looked at the eyes in front of him and whispered:

"Looking back at the world here, I can see what you do, in the face of the injustice and despair caused by you, killing you with one knife will make you cheaper.

Those souls who died because of you are longing for justice, and I will return this justice to them today.

Don't worry.

I won't let you die.

You have done a very excessive thing to this world. I want you to pay off every thing. I want your soul, who is separated from life and death, and is immortal, to serve this world forever...

Atonement!

This is your ending.”

"Buzz"

As Chen Qiu closed his eyes and contacted the disordered sword jade power in the ancestor's body with consciousness, just like countless times in the past, he came to the dream when he opened his eyes again.

This dream has a new carrier, which is within the soul of the ancestor.

The power of the sword jade is attached to the soul, and it is quickly swallowed and eroded, as if it is about to turn the ancestor's soul, which is separated from life and death, into a dream entity.

This dream is now extremely chaotic. It projected everything in the ancestor's mind and eyes, like a world full of screens.

Under your feet, above your head, around.

Every place reflects the scenes in the world. Chen Qiu can see the battles in Japan and the prosperity of Suzhou from those rotating pictures.

He even saw Qingqing standing in the imperial city and looking up at the sky. The younger sister was also a warrior, and she also felt the great changes in martial arts in the world.

Qingqing's expression at this moment is very interesting.

With a few slight surprise, a hint of joy and worry.

Chen Qiu knew what the junior sister was worried about.

He also saw his beloved wife Yaoqin and Huiyin, and they also had sadness on their faces.

He saw even a vast array of stars.

The burning of the star furnace that the ancestor saw just now was reflected in Shen Qiu's eyes. The cycle of rebirth and destruction could not touch the origin of the great way like the ancestor, but from the succession, one could still feel a mysterious aura.

That's where the ancestor wanted to go.

That is where he can bring him a complete rebirth.

"Come on, everyone!"

Chen Qiu opened his arms and faced the old ancestor who was hanging in the flowing scenery in front of him, with a gloomy face, he shouted loudly:

"I need your help, and the justice we desire is near!"

"bring it on!"

The sound of moving like a tide echoed in this chaotic place, with gusts of wind blowing and swaying, bringing out the figures and walking out of the darkness behind Chen Qiu.

Ren Hao, who was solemn, had a grave thought like a spear, and had a solemn enlightenment of Baoxiang.

Lu Wenfu, who was like a mountain, was holding a spiritual sword in his hand, was slightly excited.

The meaningful Zhang Chu was full of anger and happy face, and Qu Xie was sneering.

The old man with yin and poison is ashamed to the Pure Land of Light, full of sincere Yang Tao.

The last one is the fairy who is holding an oil paper umbrella and wearing a white dress, carefree but smiling.

She looked at the ancestor.

The eyes were clearly meaningful, and the smile was sarcasm, with a hint of revenge.

Not just these twelve masters.

Not just them, but more.

More figures, as Chen Qiu calls here, come one by one, one by one.

The ghost soldiers and ghosts from the Yifei Village were led by the second and third leaders and strode out and surrounded them. There were also various remnants of the Wangchuan Sect who lost their bodies because of Penglai's evil deeds and had to live with their souls forever.

With the sound of laughter, Lei Ye holding a single sword and the monk holding a Buddhist stick also appeared from the darkness.

Li Junlin, who had long been broken, also emerged from Lingxu's sword, making a misty figure, hanging quietly on a high place.

Lu Lianshan stood in the dark, standing with his father, and he was also among the crowd, with more and more figures constantly appearing until the end, there were people everywhere in the dream.

Among the twelve weapons Chen Qiu carried with him, some of the remnants of the spiritual rhymes were triggered.

Fairy Chang Xi, the Lord of Fire, the Lord of Dragon and Tiger, and even the Lord of Yaoguang, the first generation of Mozi, those familiar figures from thousands of years ago, are like ghosts returning home.

They have crossed thousands of years of entanglements and are all for today's justice.

Chen Qiu was in it. He stood in front and grabbed it casually, but evil fell into his palm. The devil sword, which was rebellious in the past, was extremely obedient at this moment and dared not make trouble again.

"The debt you owe..."

He pointed the ancestor in front of him with a blade and said softly:

“Repay today.”

The next moment, the voice of the Master Wangchuan sect rose in vain, like a flame igniting, triggering a wildfire that burned all things.
Chapter completed!