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."

"Ordinarily, twenty years ago, when Qing Lan died, Mo should have found her husband and ended the matter."

"But a family cannot live without an owner, and a country cannot live without a king. At that time, the Monet dynasty was in dire straits, and Mo had no choice but to continue to live on the edge."

"As of today, Monet's dynasty is gone, and Guozuo will change. Mo can just be in the hands of Mr. Xing, seeking a relief."

Mo Zhongtian said that he was not a gentleman, but called "Mo Mou".

At the end, the tone was relieved, as if letting go of the burden that had been carried for twenty years.

He could hear the intention of begging for death in Mo Zhongtian's words.

Mo Shaoyun became anxious immediately, and was about to open his mouth to plead with Xing Feng.

A figure stood between Xing Feng and Mo Zhongtian.

But it was Cao Tianzheng.

"Tianzheng, step back!"

However, before Cao Tian was mobilizing his sea awareness cultivation, Mo Zhongtian's majestic shout suddenly came from behind him.

Turning his head, Cao Tian was meeting Mo Zhongtian's determined eyes.

Even if there is a thousand reluctance in my heart, I can only obey the other party's will and step aside.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the imperial study room became frozen.

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 raised the long sword in his hand.

In an instant, the complexions of Mo Shaoyun, Zhou Wu, Chen Pingan and others changed drastically.

Cao Tianzheng glared even more, shooting sharp gazes from his eyes, staring at Xing Feng firmly.

At the same time, a ball of spiritual energy in the palm of his hand was pressed without sending out. As long as Xing Feng dared to make further moves, even if he was punished by Mo Zhongtian afterwards, he would stop Xing Feng.

Seeing the atmosphere in the arena, the tension became more and more tense.

Gong Ziliang was unmoved, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was an outsider.

It's not that he doesn't take the life and death of the monarch of the Monet dynasty seriously.

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

Looking at the long sword in Xing Feng's hand, the tip of the sword drew a semicircular arc in front of him, pointing directly at Mo Zhongtian.

Everyone's hearts also followed the trajectory of the sword tip, and raised their throats.

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

Suddenly, Xing Feng let go of 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 steadily into their stomachs.

Then they saw that Xing Feng looked at Mo Zhongtian and said in his mouth: "Qing Lan made such a choice back then, it's not your fault."

"And in Xing."

Speaking of this, Xing Feng took a deep breath, turned his gaze to the scroll in Mo Zhongtian's hand, a blurred look appeared in his eyes, and he fell into reminiscence.

Soon, he smiled miserably, "Qinglan is the eldest princess of the dynasty. She could have been beautiful and beautiful. She married into the Bifang dynasty and became a concubine admired by everyone."

"But because of Xing, because of a promise with no return date, Qing Lan embarked on that road of no return!"

"It's Xing, I owe it to Qinglan!

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

In the past twenty years, he has avoided the Monet Dynasty far away in the name of falling into the world.

At the same time, he is also 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 past came to 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 Bifang Dynasty, and finally chose to sacrifice herself, so as to live up to the Dynasty and not to him.

And before dying, Mo Qinglan deliberately concealed the matter of Bi Fang's dynasty in the letter that Mo Qinglan left him.

The purpose is to prevent him from being hurt in the slightest.

However, after learning of Mo Qinglan's death.

When he drew his sword in anger, he hurt so many people Mo Qinglan cared about.

"Qing Lan, what Xing owes you will be difficult to repay in this lifetime."

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

After Xing Feng was in a daze, he picked up the long sword on the ground and wiped it straight towards his neck.

Caught off guard, everyone in the imperial study had no time to react.

As they watched helplessly, the sword edge glowing with coldness cut open Xing Feng's flesh and was about to take his life away.

A palm suddenly pressed Xing Feng's arm.

"For the next life, we will talk about it in the next life."

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

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

After finishing speaking in a cold voice, Gong Ziliang let go of the palm that was holding Xing Feng.

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

That Young Master Liang will no longer stop his cowardly behavior.

After a brief absence.

In Xing Feng's bloodshot eyeballs, two horrifying lights suddenly burst out.

"That's right, those people who forced Qinglan to death are still alive, how could Xing just go down to meet Qinglan like this!"

While speaking, a sharp murderous aura, wrapped in a sword intent, swept away from Xing Feng's body.

Immediately, amidst a burst of "crackling" explosions, Xing Feng's aura broke through from the early stage of True Martial Realm.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the peak of the True Martial Realm, only a short distance away from the God Refining Realm, and finally stopped to patrol.

Slightly stabilizing the spiritual energy in his body, Xing Feng looked at Gong Ziliang gratefully, and said: "Thank you, brother Liang, for the enlightenment, so that Xing did not make any mistakes."

Gong Ziliang smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "It's a trivial matter, nothing to worry about."

"Brother Xing's heart knot has been untied. It seems that he will be able to return to the top in a short time."

Before Xing Feng fell all the way, apart from the injuries in his body, he was also trapped by a knot in his heart.

In the secret realm of the stone chamber, his injuries have been completely healed by Patriarch Liuyun, but the subsequent realm has been slowly improved, because the knot in his heart has not been opened.

until now.

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

There is no hindrance in the heart, a breakthrough in the realm, and it will happen naturally.

Right now, although Xing Feng is far from his former peak, there is still a gap of several big realms.

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

It is just around the corner to break through the realm of refining gods.

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

"Mo... Monarch."

After deliberating over and over again, Xing Feng managed to think of a suitable address, and saluted Mo Zhongtian.

Then he said: "Back then, Xing made a big mistake, which not only failed Qinglan, but also brought great harm to the Monet dynasty."

"Today, Xing is here. He doesn't ask Lord Mo for forgiveness. He just wants to give Xing a chance to make up for it, so that Xing can help Monet's dynasty to overcome the current difficulties."

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