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Chapter 73

: Announcement (fourth update, please vote for me)

After Tianxin Demon Lord's death, no one mentioned the matter of joining forces again.

Wang Huan felt inexplicably relaxed, perhaps because he had regained his soul, or perhaps because he had finally waited for the ending he had been fearing for so long.

The next moment, Wang Huan felt that the surrounding space had returned to normal. If Tianxin Demon Lord was still alive, he might be able to move and escape.

Wang Huan did not make any move. There is nothing more sad than heartbreak.

"Taoist Master, let's do it. Apart from this body, I have not taken away anyone's body or incarnation in this life. You don't need to kill everyone in the world like you did in your previous life."

The incarnations he planted in his previous life were like wild horses that escaped the reins, causing countless killings. Because of his origin and parents, he had never taken action against mortals, but those incarnations did not have this taboo.

To put it bluntly, they are just another individual with their own memories.

Every night, the memory of the incarnation plunged him into one nightmare after another. Demon Lord Tianxin thought that he had been killed too many times, so he collapsed. In fact, what really made him collapse was what the incarnation did. Being killed instead

It's a relief.

It is equivalent to an ordinary person having the memories of ten thousand murderers pouring into him.

"Why should I kill you?"

The familiar tone came, and Wang Huan lowered his head and replied: "Wang Huan has done many evil things, killing countless people and maiming the people. Countless people have died because of me, and I don't know how many families have been ruined because of me."

Li Yiwang remained silent for a long time. After nearly three thousand years, his anger had actually dissipated.

Looking back at what happened back then, Wang Huan was forced to do so at the beginning. The inheritance of Tianxin Demon Lord was not wrong, just like when he understood Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa.

What was wrong was greed. Wang Huan's two senior brothers were greedy, so they killed each other. Wang Huan's sect was greedy, so they didn't make any noise at the beginning and did not pursue them aggressively. Some people in the world were also greedy, so they joined in the subsequent pursuit.

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He saw his own shadow, that's why he was so furious. Without giving any face to the other factions, he went directly to the other sect, arrested him and asked for the truth. If he participated in the pursuit, or indirectly ordered the killing on the spot.

As for what each faction thought, Li Changsheng was not in the mood to care at that time. His greatest mercy was to kill only the culprit. If they were shameless, Li Changsheng would not mind killing one by one like he did before.

He is not a pedantic person, nor is he a good old man. His first name was Demon Dao.

After finding out all the truth, Li Yi went to find Wang Huan.

Should Wang Huan die?

Damn it, even if he had to do it over again, Li Changsheng would make the same choice.

At first, it was self-defense, and there was no problem. Li Yi strongly agreed with this behavior. But later, after gaining strength, people became greedy and forgot their roots.

Wang Huan began to attack innocent people. Many people did not even know his existence and had never talked about him, so they were killed by him. Just for the sake of cultivation, he became a monster as he practiced.

I have repaid you twice as much for the wrongs you have suffered, and I will also cut off the sins you have committed.

But in the end, it was not a heinous crime. In the end, he did not resist. The only ones who resisted were his incarnations.

"Causes in previous lives, consequences in previous lives." Li Yi sighed, "Since you have repaid it in your previous life, there will be no cause and effect between you and me in this life, so you can take care of yourself."

A dozen tawny letters fell in front of him.

Wang Huan was stunned for a moment and looked at the letter. There were a few big words written on it: "Wang Huan personally expresses it".

"This is the last letter your parents sent you. It was still left in Feixianmen back then."

Li Yi turned around and left, disappearing into the void.

The room fell into silence, except for the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.

Wang Huan reached out to the letter and as soon as he touched the yellow-brown envelope, he immediately took it back as if he was electrocuted. Repeating this process dozens of times, he finally held the envelope in his hand.

He held the two corners tightly with both hands, and his body couldn't stop shaking. Although he knew that this was no longer the letter his parents originally sent to him, and his parents were long gone, the timidity was still there.

Open the first one.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

Huan'er has passed away in a blink of an eye, and ten years of cold and heat have passed. This ten years of junior high school is also the beginning of your growth and independence. You know the wind, frost, rain, and snow, whether you are warm or cold. Parents hope that your son will be well fed and clothed. Don't worry about family matters.]

Second letter.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

There is nothing going on at home. My younger brother is married and has a son named Shuwen.】

The third letter.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

Huan'er has not received a reply for several years. Are your parents worried about his well-being? I hope you will receive a reply. I hope your son is well fed and clothed.】

In the fourth letter, this time the font became crooked. It was not Li Yi’s intention, but the words inside were of great significance.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

Mom is already literate, so she told you in her own hand. Spring is here again, and your father was injured in a fall last year and has not recovered yet. He doesn’t want to tell you. He hopes to return to his hometown and that his son will be well fed and clothed.]

The fifth letter, the font is also crooked, but different from the previous one.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

My father was already literate and wrote to tell you. Your mother died on January 21st of the Gengyin year without any illness or pain. She was buried in Yangpo, a rural area outside the city. I recall that when your mother chased your son for ten miles, your wife said she wanted to be buried in the mountain.

Hope you come home.】

The sixth letter.

[My son sees the letter as if he has seen it:

My father's time is running out, so I tell my brother to be buried next to your mother. Don't worry about the family, food and clothing.】

Tick ​​tock!

The tears fell down on the paper, and Wang Huan quickly wiped them away, but he couldn't control the tears at all. He raised his head to stop the tears from flowing out, and blocked his eyes with his hands to stuff the tears back.

He burst into tears and cried while holding the letter.

He no longer wants to become a god, he no longer wants to be one of the Eight Great Masters in the World, he no longer wants to know Tian Xin Jue, he just wants to go home and eat his parents' spring wontons.

"Mom and Dad, I don't want to become an immortal anymore."

Outside, Li Yi stood thousands of feet high in the sky, with the bright moon in the sky just like his back.

He felt the surging Qi below, and after discovering the mystery within it, he couldn't help but nodded and said:

"There is no problem in transforming into a god."

Many people subconsciously link cultivation with realm. In fact, the two are separate. Realm is a bottle, and cultivation is the water in the bottle. How much it can hold depends on the realm.

If circumstances permit, it is only a matter of time before Wang Huan breaks through to become a god, but only he may know how happy he is.

Li Yi left under the moonlight. At this time, his body had returned home and fell into a deep sleep.

Others become thinner as they sit in jail, while the richest man gets stronger as he sits in jail. (Masters, some foreshadowing is necessary. I have tried to make it as short as possible. If it is not stated clearly in the first two chapters, there will be no feeling in the following. It is still a little shrimp's experience. In the future,

I’ll try to enlarge this in the chapter as much as possible)
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