This is My Planet

This... how is this possible? The leader couldn't believe it and strengthened the brilliance in his hand.

Choke! Ling Moxue drew her long sword out of its sheath, worked hard on one knee, still stubbornly looked up at the leader, gritted her teeth and did not speak.

Sweat had already drenched his forehead, and his disheveled hair stuck to his forehead, giving him a sad beauty for no reason.

But even in this hard and decisive time, she even remembered to pull out the ordinary sword, and did not move the Xuanyuan sword, her mind was extremely clear.

I said... She spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse: Your thing is useless.

It's because after the higher-level spiritual traction, goodbye to the second-level ones, the resistance is different...

It is also because the heart of the sword is awe-inspiring, and it is better to bend than to bend.

Such a sword heart. The leader was even more surprised: I looked away before and saw that you have pride, but you can't see that you have such a sword heart...Who will show you the way?

Ling Moxue gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The leader was aroused by the previous torture, and asked: Whether you can bear this kind of soul traction... But why do you have to bear it? As I said just now, your blood is closest to the Father God, and he must be the most kind to you. There is no doubt about it. When we rule the planet, can't you be above ten thousand people? Even if you pursue the way, wouldn't it be ten thousand times stronger then than it is now?

Ling Moxue didn't answer immediately, and she didn't know if she was thinking or was supporting herself too hard.

The leader said again: Could it be that you still have the loyalty of being a human race? I don't think you have ever been like this kind of person. For your own pursuit, others are just stepping stones and can be sacrificed and eliminated at any time. This is your temperament, and it is also the way of thinking of a large part of those in power represented by you.

Ling Moxue was dripping with sweat, and said in a low voice: Maybe it's like this... Someone told me the heart of the world, but I couldn't understand it... The temperament of the past is not changeable day and night. To put it bluntly, the end of your divine descendant's pursuit of the Tao is similar... What kind of family or sect is not worth mentioning in front of Daotu, why mock human beings?

The leader heard it with some interest: Yes, you are a person who can talk about Taoism now, not like a few months ago, with a foolish skin that thinks you are great. It seems that you have met an expert during this period of time.

Ling Moxue: ...

What was my image in the eyes of others before...

It's better for the master. At that time, I said that I have a sword heart and sword bone, and I want to see how this seedling will grow.

The leader said again: But you still haven't answered my previous question...Why do you insist on carrying it? Why don't you follow the trend? On the contrary, it can give you a little more excuse of 'I didn't want it, I was forced'. Why not do it?

Since my way is established, and the sword comes out of my heart, what's the use of deceiving myself and others? Ling Moxue said slowly: Maybe you are right... I can sacrifice others and kill others for my own goals... But first of all, I want to do it myself, not being forced to do it.

The leader laughed: That's it?

That's it. Ling Moxue said: Don't say it's you, even if it's him... Even if it's him, I always want to resist. Whether it's secular power, or the way of progress, being a puppet, you can't help yourself...or die.

The leader praised: That's right. There is still unwillingness in your words. It seems that things have backfired. After all, you will be manipulated by others and you can't control yourself, right?

Ling Moxue was silent, but a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

How long has it been since I struggled against him... Originally, this time I could use what the leader did to trade with the leader, and try to see if I could get rid of my slave pattern? Why didn't I think about it?

The leader sighed: The most interesting thing is this. The more you ask for something, the more you get nothing... So, if I didn't force you directly at the beginning, but negotiated a deal with you, maybe it would have happened instead?

Ling Moxue subconsciously said, Not necessarily.

Hierarch: ?

Ling Moxue's mind was a little messy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It seems that part of the reason is that he knows that the master doesn't like doing this...

Because he didn't like it, so he refused?

Did you say just now that you have no choice but to die?

She will be confused for a while, and can only think that she still owes him favors, or that the other party is not his opponent at all, and if she messes around, she will die ugly if he comes to her door? Well, it must be like this, what is above ten thousand people, what path is pursued, wouldn't it be nothing if he chopped it off with a sword?

Ling Moxue became firm again, and said word by word: In short, I have refused, and it is useless for you to say more.

The leader sighed: But why do you think you can really reject me? I'm just curious to tell you this... I don't know why you can resist the natural pull of the blood, but the difference in strength between you and me lies here. I have countless spells that can turn you into my puppet. How can you resist?

Ling Moxue blinked her eyes: Thank you for saying such a long sentence again.

It is enough for me to silently recite Xia Guixuan three times in my heart...as long as he didn't lie to me.

The leader was puzzled, just shook his head, and pointed to the center of her eyebrows: If you control you, all your secrets are not secrets...

Before the words fell, the tone had become shocked.

The pointed finger landed on a ripple inexplicably, and the ripple turned into a figure, holding her finger, quietly protecting Ling Moxue.

The figure became more solid, frowning and looking at the fingers in his hand, he smacked his lips in pain: Female? Formless layer?

The leader withdrew his hand, unable to pull it out.

I feel that I am surrounded by the whole world, there is nowhere to escape, nowhere to dodge, I can't break free, I can't get rid of it.

And this is obviously just a mere soul-splitting soul, who has traveled thousands of miles and descended from the gods, and it is not the descending of the body at all, that's all.

Xia Guixuan didn't deliberately release the Dao to suppress it, because a split soul facing a phaseless body would no longer have such a strong effect, so as not to make a joke like Ling Moxue could not be suppressed by the other party.

After all, he has not recovered from his injury and is not at his peak.

But without seeing each other, I can already know what this means.

T-Taiqing? The leader's voice trembled a little: Where is Taiqing in the world...

Too clear...

Ling Moxue stared at the back of him standing in front of him with burning eyes, as if she didn't hear the word, she just said softly: You didn't lie to me, you really received my silent reading, and you came to save me...

Xia Guixuan smiled and said, When have I lied to you?

He didn't know how complicated Ling Moxue's eyes were behind him, but he was attracted by the object used to draw Ling Moxue's soul in the hands of the leader: The hilt of the Juntai sword? Where did you get it?

The leader was dumbfounded: You, how do you recognize the name of this sword?

Why don't I recognize my own sword? It was smashed into pieces in the void of the universe long ago, and it's not on this planet at all. Where did you find the hilt? Xia Guixuan said with some joy, but he didn't continue to grab his fingers, and stretched out his hand to tick the hilt: Come.

The leader clearly felt that the hilt of the sword, which was originally just a dead object, seemed to suddenly have emotions, a kind of joyful emotion, which permeated her clearly and clearly. As a result, the hilt of the sword trembled violently, and the trembling became more and more intense. She actually had to use her magic power to hold the hilt tightly to control the hilt from falling off automatically.

Absolutely righteous, without a doubt.

The leader looked at Xia Guixuan in shock, and Xia Guixuan looked at her incomprehensibly: What are you holding on to, what use is this thing for you? Do you really like this kind of columnar objects that tremble automatically?

While speaking, some unknown force attracted the hilt of the sword, the leader couldn't hold it any longer, and watched helplessly as the hilt slipped out of his hand and landed in Xia Guixuan's hand.

A white glow like a laser sword grew automatically on the hilt of the sword, and the aura of the king permeated the sky.

The leader slowly backed away, shocked beyond measure.

Xia Guixuan caressed Baimang lightly, his eyes were a little gentle, and he smiled a little: So you are still... Mo Xue.

Ling Moxue woke up like a dream: Huh?

Seeing that this old man sent me back, I'm in such a good mood, I don't want to bully her...

Ling Moxue's expression is extremely strange, dare you ask for my opinion? Like letting me get Yan Wuyue's forgiveness?

Somehow I was very happy in my heart, but I was muttering in my mouth: I don't accept it... I am easy to bully...