I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

At the same time, an invincible hostility radiated from all over his body.

Let his whole person seem to be turned into a sharp sword that is unsheathed, showing his sharp edge.

But.

Just when he wanted to persuade Mo Zhongtian, he gave up Jiangshan.

Let him clear the way out of the imperial city, and from now on, he will go far away from the ends of the earth, and will no longer be involved in the affairs of the dynasty.

However, he suddenly saw that Mo Zhongtian opened a secret cell from the desk in front of him.

From the dark grid, Mo Zhongtian took out a scroll, and the corners of the scroll were slightly yellowed.

Before Mo Zhongtian unfolded the scroll, Cao Tianzheng had already recognized it.

This picture scroll is exactly 20 years ago, the eldest princess was a beloved person, and it was a hand-written danqing drawing.

Like a conditioned reflex, in Cao Tianzheng's mind, a figure, a sword, a **** rainy night.

Twenty years later, the fragments of those memories came to me.

To Cao Tianzheng's ears, it seemed as if the wind, rain and mourning of that night could be heard again.

Between the nostrils, it was even more vague, and there was a smell of blood in the air.

"What I owe Qinglan is not clear."

"But for the Monet Dynasty, I have to owe Seiran one more time."

I am stuck in memory.

Mo Zhongtian's voice pulled his mind back to his eyes.

But when he saw Mo Zhongtian's face full of guilt, he picked up the scroll and looked at himself.

Cao Tianzheng immediately guessed Mo Zhongtian's plan.

"Tianzheng, take this painting and leave the imperial city to find Shaoyun and that Xing Shaoyou."

"Now the only one who can save the Monet Dynasty is that person."

"If he still holds a grudge against me and refuses to take action, you must not force it."

"After all, I am ashamed of him and Qinglan..."

as predicted.

Mo Zhongtian's words confirmed Cao Tianzheng's conjecture.

Looking at Mo Zhongtian, there was a begging meaning in his eyes.

After all, Cao Tianzheng couldn't say anything to refuse, and he stretched out his hand to take the picture scroll.

But before he touched the picture scroll.

In the consciousness, several chaotic auras appeared outside the imperial study out of thin air.

"Since you know you owe Qinglan, you should kill yourself and go down and apologize to Qinglan!

The next moment, a voice that seemed to sound directly from Cao Tianzheng's lingering memory suddenly came from outside the imperial study room separated by a wall.

In the midst of lightning.

A thunder and lightning flashed across Cao Tianzheng's mind, illuminating a face that he had buried in the darkest depths of his mind.

This face, on that rainy night 20 years ago, killed the blood of the Tian Family in the Imperial City almost withered.

Even the elder who was in charge of the dynasty, who was invincible in Cao Tianzheng's eyes, could not block the opponent's sword.

It was also from that night that this face became Cao Tianzheng's demon.

The more you want to remove it, the more deeply rooted it becomes.

So much so that in his cultivation accumulation, he has long been able to break the shackles and break through to a higher world.

However, he was always stuck at the level of Dao Xin, and stopped at the realm of the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

And now.

Twenty years later, I heard this voice again.

Cao Tianzheng suddenly felt that every cell in his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Fear, or excitement.

Cao Tianzheng couldn't even tell what kind of state he was in at the moment.

He only knew that the demon that had plagued him for 20 years would naturally be resolved by getting rid of the man outside the imperial study.

Let his dusty Dao Heart be reborn as soon as the dust is gone, and the sea of ​​​​knowledge!

However.

When Cao Tianzheng was fighting like a rainbow, he locked a consciousness across the wall and locked the person outside the imperial study room who had heard the voice earlier.

However, it was unexpectedly discovered that the other party's breath was only in the real martial state.

Immediately, Cao Tianzheng thought that he had made a mistake, and once again separated several spiritual consciousnesses, and swept the man outside the imperial study from the inside to the outside.

The result was that there was no change at all.

Just as Cao Tianzheng's mind was full of mixed thoughts.

Outside the imperial study, the voice sounded again: "No need to test, Xing was intercepted and killed twenty years ago, he was severely injured, and his Taoist realm fell."

"Up to now, only the cultivation of the True Martial Realm remains."

Hearing Xing Feng outside, he personally admitted the fall of the Dao Realm.

Cao Tianzheng should be happy.

After all, now he is a half-step sea-consciousness existence.

With the True Martial Realm in front of him, there is no need to do anything at all.

A single divine sense can easily take the opponent's life.

But, think about the past twenty years.

The imaginary enemy who keeps his mind locked and his realm stagnant.

It turned out to be only a mere True Martial Realm!

Cao Tianzheng suddenly fell into a daze.

Immediately, a crisp cracking sound came from his ear.

"Crack!"

His turbulent Dao Heart burst into cracks.

at the same time.

Mo Zhongtian was unable to fall back on the chair, his expression desperate.

The one who was sent by him as the last hope of the Monet Dynasty is the **** of the gods.

Right now, he actually fell into the real martial state.

"This is, God is going to kill my Monet dynasty!

He raised his head and let out a mournful cry. For the past few days, the mental strength that had been tossed so badly could no longer be supported.

As soon as it gets dark, he will faint.

"Father!"

However, his consciousness has not yet fallen into the boundless darkness.

A familiar shout suddenly sounded in the ear, with an anxious tone.

Let Mo Zhongtian reluctantly open his heavy eyelids and look at the reputation.

"Shaoyun, why did you come here?"

"Quick, Mr. Xing, take you out of here, the people of the Pingjiang Dynasty, they are going to kill you!

"No, Xing Shaoyou has fallen... Tianzheng... Tianzheng, take Shaoyun away..."

Mo Zhongtian tried his best to maintain a trace of rationality, and let him struggle to stand up while talking, trying to push Mo Shaoyun, who was pounced, outward.

Watch this scene.

Xing Feng suddenly couldn't hate Mo Zhongtian in front of him any longer.

Twenty years of hatred and anger accumulated in his chest.

After Chai Cheng saw the letter left by Mo Qinglan, seven or eight points were eliminated.

At this moment, the remaining two or three points have dissipated more than half.

Such Mo Zhongtian, a dignified monarch.

Under the circumstance that he could not protect himself, he still thought of Mo Shaoyun's safety.

Twenty years ago, if it weren't for the helplessness.

How could he just watch Mo Qinglan die?

After a while.

Mo Zhongtian calmed down and saw that in addition to Mo Shaoyun, there were a few unfamiliar figures who suddenly appeared in the imperial study.

Soon, his eyes fell on Xing Feng.

After staring carefully for a few seconds, behind the scar at the corner of the latter's eye.

Mo Zhongtian made a "puff", but he didn't care about the majesty of the monarch, and knelt down to Xing Feng in front of everyone.

"Father!"

"His Majesty!"

Mo Shaoyun and Cao Tianzheng, in no particular order, exclaimed, and they stepped forward to help Mo Zhongtian.

Mo Zhongtian waved his hand and said, "Don't come here, this is what I owe him and Qinglan."

Seeing Mo Zhongtian's resolute attitude, Mo Shaoyun and Cao Tianzheng looked at each other before they could only stop.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongtian turned his head to look at Xing Feng, and said, "Mr. Xing, what happened back then is the fault of Mo."