Battle Dragon Lingshen

Chapter 1952 The Son of Hope
Ao Yunlong squatted on the ground, for so many years, he has been persuading himself, no matter what kind of things he encounters, Ao Yunlong firmly believes that he can get through it safely, but at this moment, Ao Yunlong suppressed the past and did not know How many times of pain, all showed on his face.

Ao Yunlong felt that all his persistence in the past was useless. His persistence was nothing more than mantising his arms and using the life of the person you care about to make a wedding dress for someone else. All this is his problem. , their deaths should be his responsibility.

No matter how dark the world is, as long as there is light in people's hearts, it is not really dark. However, once darkness is born in people's hearts, the whole world will become dark.

Just like Ao Yunlong at this moment, he feels that the whole world is dim, without any ray of light, even darker than the empty space, so dark that he can't see a ray of light, not even a little bit of firefly. Can't even see the fire.

The whole world lost hope. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the impact of desire. Because of desire, the whole world no longer looked like a really good world.

"You are indeed stupid. With so many people in the world, why should you be the one who takes responsibility? But do you know? At the last moment, you are the person we admire the most, and you are the person we miss the most. Although I hate you so much, I really hope that your previous persistence can come true."

At this moment, Ao Yunlong heard an extremely weak and old voice. This voice was right next to Ao Yunlong's ear, but it was like the voice of the master of the mirage courtyard. I can only hear it, but I can't feel it. It will disappear with the breeze at any time.

Ao Yunlong was in great pain, but he still raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound. It was a ravine that was neither deep nor shallow, and in the ravine lay an old man.

This old man has already suffered serious injuries, his legs are gone, and one of his arms is missing. Ao Yunlong has seen his legs, which are in another ravine far away, but he doesn't know his arms. Where did you go.

There was blood all over his body, but his lips were snow white, without a trace of blood, like a piece of white paper.

"Venerable Chunyu?"

The old man was already miserable to a certain extent, and the blood flow on his body could not be stopped at all. Even though Venerable Chunyu existed like a stray dog ​​at the moment, Ao Yunlong still recognized it. Chunyu Venerable of the fate.

It's just that I don't know what's going on, but Venerable Chunyu actually suffered such a serious injury. As a saint, he has already reached the realm of the supreme saint, and he has become like this, which is really incomprehensible to Aoyunlong.

"Honorable Chunyu, what is going on? How did you become like this?"

Ao Yunlong couldn't believe that even Venerable Chunyu had become like this, so is his persistence still useful?

"This deity has always been unwilling to close his eyes, because this deity is not reconciled, why would he directly destroy the world we live in like this? Just because of his own selfish desires? This deity is not reconciled, but seeing you now, deity Just be reconciled, this deity believes that you will be able to defeat him, and he also has seven emotions and six desires, so it proves that he will also fail."

Venerable Chunyu did not answer Aoyunlong's question. This question is not important now. He only has his last breath left. No matter what he said about his past, it is useless. Now all he has to say is his last breath. His wish was entrusted to Ao Yunlong.

Ao Yunlong half-kneeled in front of Venerable Chunyu, lowered his head, looked very disappointed, without the high-spirited, fearless arrogance he had before, what he faced in front of Venerable Chunyu was just like a failure Those who, instead of a few years, established the Butian Pavilion as the pavilion master of the first sect, Ao Yunlong.

"I used to always think that as long as I persevere, there will be hope, but the people around me leave one after another, but I have no ability to protect them. I can only promise them revenge afterwards, which is useless. Could it be that my existence is only for their revenge?"

Ao Yunlong shook his head, he really couldn't figure out why he became like this, this is what he didn't want to see.

"Nonsense, their death is to remind you, don't give up, if you give up, then many people like them will die in this incident, they are dead, but they are just like you , There are also many friends who want to protect, so I want to remind you to protect the people they want to protect."

"Tell me, if you give up so easily, can you be worthy of them? Can you be worthy of their death? All of this can only be ended by you. Look around, how many people are dying Before, there was only one wish, and that was that you could defeat him, and they believed in you at the last moment."

Ao Yunlong looked at the surrounding ravines, there were corpses lying everywhere, including the corpse of the sage Zhantai.At the last moment of their death, they all opened their eyes wide, as if they were expecting something.

Are you really looking forward to him?Looking forward to his existence that can't even protect the people around him?Can he really save the world?Thinking about it now, the heroes who saved the world mentioned before are all named after themselves, and not many people admit it at all.

Venerable Chunyu seemed to be really angry, and spit out another mouthful of blood, his face became even paler, but the eyes looking at Ao Yunlong were still full of hope.

Venerable Chunyu looked at Ao Yunlong, and with his remaining hand, he forcibly condensed the freshly baked saint halo from his mind, and placed it in front of Ao Yunlong.

"Verun Chunyu, what are you doing?"

Ao Yunlong looked at Venerable Chunyu, and was a little stunned. He didn't know what Venerable Chunyu wanted to do. At this time, Venerable Chunyu forcibly condensed the aura of the saint, and even took the aura of the saint out of it. When he came out, he would vanish into thin air, and there was no way to keep even a shred of spiritual consciousness.

Venerable Chunyu has such a high cultivation base, he should know this, since he knows this, why would he do such a thing?
Ao Yunlong still didn't react, but Venerable Chunyu had already put his saint aura in Ao Yunlong's hands.

(End of this chapter)