Martial Emperor Zun

Chapter 980 [983] Death of Mo Dao One!

There are some things that make sense to do, but to no avail.

To do, or not to do, has become an ambiguous answer.

No matter what the choice is, there is actually no right or wrong.

For Mo Daoyi, this life is like this.

In his long life, there have been glories and downturns, glory and slander, but how can there be a perfect person in the world?This kind of life is real, at least for him, he may have done wrong things in this life, or he may have done things that are sorry for others.But he can say to the ancestors of the human race that he is not ashamed of the sky and he is not ashamed of the ground.

There is no need to discuss right and wrong with the choices of the past.But he never regretted it.

Right and wrong, kindness and resentment, in the end, it is all in vain.

It's just whether you can't let go.

But no one can't let go before dying.

Mo Dao One is no exception.

When Lin Chu received Qin's letter, he went directly to hell without any hesitation.

Beyond the Huangquan River.

The turbid waves of the Huangquan River are rolling, like an angry dragon galloping and roaring towards the unknown and mysterious hell.

The dark crow flitted across the low sky, its cold eyes were indifferent, and its low cry seemed to be the wailing of the dead.

Countless years have accumulated, and no one can tell how many lives have been buried in this Yellow Spring River. These dark crows feed on carrion, devouring the dead energy of the Yellow Spring River for cultivation. They have witnessed too many deaths.

Some people say that the only creature in the world who does not shed tears is the Nether Crow.

Perhaps it is for this reason.

Witnessed too much death, seen too much sorrow, shed too many tears, and had no more tears to shed.

"This is the soul seed he left behind before he went to Hell." Qin sighed.

Lin Chu stared.

Mo Daoyi left behind his soul-seed, and then went to Hell, in order to break through to the Great Emperor Realm.

However, he failed in the end.

Hell is the kingdom of the dead, and even a genius as amazing as Mo Daoyi cannot compete against it.

The soul-seed has dimmed, which means that Mo Daoyi has died and disappeared.

"There are two people I admire the most in my life. One is the former Emperor Qing, and the other is him." Qin's eyes were a little complicated.

Lin Chu sighed, he could understand this feeling.

Qin and Mo Daoyi are both enemies and friends. They were not born in the same era, but this does not prevent them from having similar talents. People who are equally outstanding will always be attracted to each other, no matter whether they are friends or enemies.

This may be regarded as a kind of sympathy.

In life, it may be difficult for even oneself to distinguish whether it is an enemy or a friend, but it is only when one dies that one realizes the feeling that one has already regarded each other as rivals and as friends.

For Lin Chu, Mo Daoyi had an aura that even he had never possessed.

Let me ask, who can risk the disgrace of the world and split a clan?
Most importantly, this split is not out of selfishness.

More people may choose to live a happy life and live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

But the way of magic is different. Even now, Lin Chu also knows a lot of grievances and entanglements in the past.

In the era when the human race was weak, even if the Demonic Dao did not split the human race, the human race would still go downhill.

So he asked for a change, hoping to find a way to break the situation in the precarious situation of the human race, hoping to let the human race get rid of the disadvantages and gradually move towards the road of glory.It's just that his request for change was eventually denied by more people of the older generation.

This is not difficult to understand.

Since ancient times, those who seek change have always been more excluded.

People of the older generation always have a lot of arguments that you can't refute, but they don't know that the decay of the human race started from them.

Stubborn, pedantic, not seeking flexibility.

Mo Daoyi hoped that the human race would unite with other smaller races to fight against other big races. This was a clever move, but he couldn't understand it. In a rage, he left the human race and took all the people who followed him with him. A group of people left.

Thinking about it now, he may also have the intention of retaining a part of the inheritance of the human race.

In fact, the split human race was almost cut off from its inheritance. In the era when it was reduced to blood food, if there hadn't been the rise of the emperor of heaven and the end of the world, that human race would have disappeared in the long river of history.

Some people say that if the magic way had not split the human race, such things would not have happened, but then again, no one is a prophet.The future is unpredictable, and the only thing we can do is to do what is most beneficial to us at the moment. No matter how the future changes, we will not be helpless.

At least Lin Chu felt that Mo Daoyi had done it.

He may not be the hero in the hearts of all people, but he is the totem belief in the hearts of some people.

"There is still a shadow left in his soul-seed. I have seen it before. He said he wants to see you again."

Lin Chu's spirit scrolled, and the originally dim soul-seed slowly began to glow a little.

He saw Mo Dao One.

But just a phantom.

"You are here." Mo Daoyi smiled, without fear of death, as if he had already seen through it.

Lin Chu sighed, "I'm here."

"You really took that step." Mo Dao chuckled.

Lin Chu nodded.

Mo Daoyi's expression contained relief and yearning.

He hopes that he can reach that realm, but if he can't reach it, he also feels that this life is not in vain if he can see the descendants of the human race achieve it.

"I want to meet you, and I want to tell you something." Having said that, Mo Daoyi's face became slightly solemn.

"what's up?"

"In hell, it's empty."

Lin Chu's gaze suddenly froze.

"There are no dead or undead in hell?"

Mo Dao nodded, "Yes, the huge Hell is empty, without any undead."

"then you?"

"As soon as I entered Hell, I was attacked by an invisible force. That kind of attack could directly deprive me of my vitality, and once I entered Hell, I couldn't get out. I didn't know what happened, and my consciousness seemed to be Chaos, when I wake up again, I can't escape. In the end, I can only differentiate a ray of soul-seed, carrying my consciousness projection back to hell."

"But didn't you say that you want to enter it as a clone?"

"I entered it with a clone, but at the moment my clone died, my real body also suffered a catastrophe, and the terrifying power in hell directly acted on my body through the clone." Mo Dao A bitter way.

He originally thought that he was fully prepared, even if he didn't gain anything in Hell, he would only lose a clone in the end.

However, the final result was to let him fall down.

Lin Chu was even more astonished.

The avatar entered, but the main body was also robbed at the same time, so what kind of terrible thing attacked the avatar of the Demonic Dao in the underworld?

Also, why is it so empty in Hell?

All of this has a weird feel to it.

"Okay, I want to see you to tell you these things. After all, that guy Qin hasn't reached his realm, so I didn't tell him." Mo Dao smiled, and then the phantom gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

The corners of Lin Chu's eyes were a little sore.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

He stared solemnly in the direction of the Underworld, as if he had seen the Underworld through the barrier of the Huangquan River.

Where, what exactly happened?
(End of this chapter)