I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

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."

"It is said that when Qing Lan died twenty years ago, Mo should have found Mr. and put an end to the matter."

"But a family can't be without an owner for a day, and a country can't be without a king for a day. At that time, the Monet Dynasty was in danger, and Mo had to continue to give birth secretly."

"As for today, the Monet Dynasty is over, and the country will be changed. Mo Mou can be in the hands of Mr. Xing and seek relief."

Mo Zhongtian said that he was not a human king, but called him "Mo Mou".

At the end, his tone was relieved, as if he had let go of the burden he had carried for 20 years.

I could hear Mo Zhongtian's words about begging for death.

Mo Shaoyun was in a hurry and was about to open his mouth to plead with Xing Feng.

A figure was already standing between Xing Feng and Mo Zhongtian.

It was Cao Tianzheng.

"Tianzheng, step back!"

However, before Cao Tianzheng encouraged his cultivation of the sea-consciousness realm, Mo Zhongtian's majestic shout suddenly came from behind him.

Turning his head, Cao Tian met Mo Zhongtian's decisive eyes.

Even if there are thousands of unwillingness in his heart, he can only obey the will of the other party and step aside.

For a time, the atmosphere in the imperial study became solidified.

A pair of eyes, with different meanings, all fell on Xing Feng, waiting for him to make a final decision.

Immediately they saw that Xing Feng slowly flattened the long sword in his hand.

In an instant, Mo Shaoyun, Zhou Wu, Chen Ping'an and the others all changed their faces.

Cao Tianzheng frowned even more, shooting sharp eyes from his eyes, staring at Xing Feng.

At the same time, there was a ball of spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, but he did not release it. As long as Xing Feng dared to take further action, even if he was punished by Mo Zhongtian afterwards, he would stop Xing Feng.

Seeing the atmosphere in the field, it became more and more tense.

Gong Ziliang was unmoved, with a calm expression on his face, like an outsider.

It's not that he doesn't take the life and death of the monarch of the Monet Dynasty to heart.

But after getting along these days, he believed that Xing Feng had made the right choice.

Looking at the long sword in Xing Feng's hand, the tip of the sword crossed a semi-circular arc in front of him, pointing directly at Mo Zhongtian.

The hearts of everyone also followed the trajectory of the sword tip and mentioned their throats.

Just when they felt that in the next second, the sword would be swung down by Xing Feng.

Suddenly, Xing Feng released his palm and let the long sword fall to the ground.

A muffled sound of "dong" spread in the limited space of the imperial study.

It also made everyone's hearts fall back to their stomachs steadily.

Then they saw that Xing Feng looked at Mo Zhongtian and said, "Qinglan made such a choice back then, it's not your fault."

"And in Xing."

Having said that, Xing Feng took a deep breath, and after turning his eyes to the scroll in Mo Zhongtian's hand, a blurry color appeared in his eyes, and he fell into recollection.

Soon, he smiled sadly, "Qinglan, she is the eldest princess of the dynasty, she could have been beautiful, married into the Bi Fang Dynasty, and became a concubine admired by thousands of people."

"But because of Xing Mou, because of a promise that I don't know when to return, Qing Lan has set foot on the road of no return!"

"It's Xing, who owes Qinglan!

The expression on Xing Feng's face was like crying and laughing, and two tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

In the past two decades, he has avoided the Monet dynasty far from the name of the fall.

At the same time, he is avoiding his true heart.

Until just now, when Mo Zhongtian knelt in front of him, he said what he had to do back then.

The last hatred in Xing Feng's heart was gone.

At the same time, all kinds of things from the past came to my mind.

Only then did Xing Feng realize that he was the one who owed Mo Qinglan the most.

For him, Mo Qinglan was caught between the Monet Dynasty and the Bi Fang Dynasty, and finally chose to sacrifice herself to live up to the dynasty and to him.

Before dying, Mo Qinglan deliberately concealed the Bi Fang Dynasty in the letter left to him.

In order to prevent him from being hurt in the slightest.

However, after learning of Mo Qinglan's death.

He drew his sword and got angry, but he hurt so many people that Mo Qinglan cared about.

"Qinglan, what Xing owes you is difficult to repay in this life."

"It can only be reported in the next life."

After Xing Feng finished speaking, he picked up the long sword on the ground and wiped it straight to his neck.

The unexpected scene made everyone in the imperial study too late to react.

As they watched, the sword edge glowing with cold light cut through Xing Feng's flesh and was about to take his life.

A palm suddenly pressed Xing Feng's arm.

"In the next life, let's talk about it in the next life."

"In this life, you still have things to do."

"Don't forget, those who forced Mo Qinglan to death are still alive in the Bi Fang Dynasty."

After the son Liang finished speaking coldly, he released the palm that was holding Xing Feng.

He has already said what he should say, if Xing Feng continues to be obsessed and wants to use suicide to seek relief.

That son Liang will not stop him from such cowardly behavior.

After a brief absence.

In Xing Feng's bloodshot eyeballs, two terrifying fierce lights suddenly erupted.

"Yeah, the people who forced Qinglan to death haven't died yet, how could Xing go down to see Qinglan like this!"

While speaking, a stern murderous aura, wrapped in extravagant sword intent, swept away from Xing Feng.

Immediately, in a burst of "crackling" sound, Xing Feng's momentum broke through from the early stage of True Martial Realm all the way.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm, and was only a ray away from the Spirit Refinement Realm, and finally stopped to patrol.

Slightly stabilized in the body, the churning spiritual energy, Xing Feng gratefully looked at Young Master Liang and said, "Thank you, Brother Liang, for the empowerment, so that Xing did not make a mistake."

Gong Ziliang smiled slightly, and said indifferently, "It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning."

"But Brother Xing's heart knot is untied. It seems that it won't be long before he can return to the peak."

Before Xing Feng, the reason why he fell all the way, in addition to the injuries in his body, was because he was trapped by a knot in his heart.

In the secret realm of the stone room, his injury has been completely cured by Liu Yun's ancestors, but the subsequent realm has been improved slowly, because the knot in his heart has not been opened.

until now.

Only then did he truly face his heart and set his next goal.

There is no hindrance in the heart, the realm breaks through, and it will come naturally.

Right now, although Xing Feng is far from his former peak, there are still several gaps in the realm.

But after he went back, it settled down a bit.

Breaking through the realm of refining gods is just around the corner.

However, compared to going back to practice, there are more important things in front of him that need to be done by Xing Feng.

"Mo... monarch."

After deliberation, Xing Feng reluctantly thought of a suitable title and bowed to Mo Zhongtian.

Then he said: "Xing made a big mistake back then, which not only failed Qing Lan, but also brought great harm to the Monet Dynasty."

"Today, Xing is here, not asking for forgiveness from Monarch Mo, but only asking Xing to give Xing a chance to make up for it, so that Xing can help Monet's dynasty and tide over the current difficulties."

Mo Zhongtian looked at Xing Feng who lowered his posture, but Mo Qinglan's appearance appeared in his mind.