"So what's the reason you asked us to take the agate?"

Mo Yu asked softly.

The scene in the sky changed again, turning into a fertile field, and the wheat seedlings floated in the field. The wheat farmers, who looked like Ming Fanguang, stood in front of the fertile field, constantly fighting with the sparrows flying in the sky.

The fight lasted for a long time, and the endless sparrows were still attacking the wheat farmers. He was already covered in bruises, but he was still unwilling to take a step back. He was still standing in the field, his eyes wide open, and guarding his wheat seedlings.

But those wheat seedlings had long been taken away by ruthless time. They withered in the fields, but the wheat farmers still knew nothing about fighting the endless sparrows.

He was already very tired, so tired that he would die as long as he closed his eyes, but he had to protect his wheat seedlings and could not let the sparrow go further. He could not rest, but could only fight endlessly.

Then the whole scene dissipated, and countless souls floated around Ming Fanguang, and a faint sad singing sounded in Mo Yu's mind.

He's too tired...

The withered wheat seedlings hope that the wheat farmers can rest and hope that they can obtain eternal sleep.

A silver brush appeared in Mo Yu's hand, and he picked up the pen to write,

[The lotus is held with plain hands, and the empty steps are touching the Taiqing.]

This is Li Bai's "Ancient Style·The Nineteenth", and the general meaning of the poem is that a fairy holding a lotus comes to the sky.

As Mo Yu's pen fell, the golden poem turned into a graceful fairy holding a lotus. The fairy looked back at Mo Yu, reached out to grab Mo Yu's wrist, and then turned into light and penetrated into Mo Yu's body.

Mo Yu carried the flame Mo knife in his hand behind him, put down Mo Yue in his arms, stepped forward, and stepped steadily in the void.

Then he continued to walk forward, step by step approaching Ming Fanguang's soul in the air.

Then he stretched out his hand gently and grabbed the red agate in the air.

At this moment, Ming Fanguang's eyes, which had originally closed their eyes, suddenly opened, and the light wheels that flashed endlessly bright appeared behind his head. He looked at Mo Yu who reached out to grab the agate, and a raging flame burned in his eyes.

"Ming Fanguang?"

Mo Yu called out softly.

But Ming Fanguang did not respond to Mo Yu. His eyes stared at Mo Yu's palm that stretched towards the red agate, and only took Mo Yu forward a little further, and suddenly suddenly broke out and fought with Mo Yu's life and death.

Xiao Ai suddenly appeared beside Mo Yu, gently holding the corner of his clothes, and whispered in a low voice without any fluctuations,

"Obstinence."

When Mo Yu turned his head, Xiao Ai had disappeared from him, standing beside Mo Yue, staring at him quietly with a big red date in his mouth.

Mo Yu understood her eyes.

'I'm protecting your sister, there's no running around. Don't find a reason to slap me. If you slap me, I won't give you dates in the future.'

Although Mo Yu didn't know how her look in her eyes contained so much information.

Returning his gaze to Ming Fanguang, Xiao Ai's meaning was very clear, just as those souls gradually disappeared in time, Ming Fanguang's reason also slowly disappeared over three hundred years. In fact, he should have died long ago, but the obsession of protecting his people has always supported him.

It supports him to fight pollution and protects this red agate that protects all the souls of the blessed.

Looking at Ming Fanguang staring at Mo Yu's hand that was stretching towards Agate, Mo Yu sighed softly in his heart. In fact, he had already felt that this agate was the key to controlling the entire Wusijiang Youtian. Only by controlling the entire Heavenly Palace can he save all the people who are struggling in the Heavenly Palace.

In addition to those souls' requests, whether public or private, he needs to get this agate.

"I'm sorry..."

He grabbed the red agate with one hand and held the flame Mo's sword tightly in the other hand, and a heavy momentum erupted from him.

He is ready to fight Ming Fanguang hard.

At the same time, the light wheel behind Ming Fanguang was shining brightly, and pure white flames rose from his body.

Mo Yu actually didn't want to fight Ming Fanguang. He admired Ming Fanguang very much. As a god, he protected his people until his death. In the face of irresistible disasters, he never thought of retreating or escaping. He was always fighting until the end.

but,

The huge sword swung out a round of shining light,

Perhaps as those souls said, he was too tired and he should have a rest.

Ming Fan Guang's body was sitting on the plate and began to stand up straight, and the white flames gathered in front of him. He no longer remembered who he was and forgot everything, but he knew that he needed to protect the souls here and the hope of their lives.

And this red agate is the source of their hope for life. Anyone who wants to take this agate needs to step through his body.

In just this short period of time, the momentum of the two men became stronger and stronger.

The pure white flame condensed into a giant axe in Ming Fanguang's hand. In an instant, the pure white axe collided with the bright yellow flame Modao.

Two rays of light kept flashing in the dark space, illuminating one area after another.

Souls surrounded the two of them, leaving enough distance, and followed them closely in the battle.

Ming Fanguang was indeed very weak, so weak that he could not exert some of the power he had before he was born. With the lotus outlined by Mo Dao shattering the giant flame axe, Mo Yu's blade was placed in front of Ming Fanguang. He only needed to continue moving forward to break up Ming Fanguang's last spiritual body.

If a normal person is threatened, he may pause for a moment, but Ming Fanguang only has pure obsession, and a more fierce pure white flame rises from him.

These flames condensed into a long whip of more than ten meters, waving in Ming Fanguang's hand, bypassing the huge Mo sword, and entangled towards Mo Yu.

Gan Jiang Jian appeared in Mo Yu's hand, and he danced a sword flower, cut the pure white flame whip with his backhand blade. Gan Jiang Jian's invisible flame directly swallowed the flame of the long whip.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Dao flew up and cut the long whip into several segments.

As the flame whip was cracked, the flame on Ming Fanguang's body became stronger. He seemed to be burning his last life, and the endless tentacles that formed the entire space also began to restless.

Mo Yu took a deep breath and clenched the Mo Dao in his hand.

However, just when everyone thought that this final battle was inevitable, the gentle and sad song suddenly rang in everyone's mind.

One soul after another wandered around Mingfan's light like a swimming fish. Their bodies were filled with faint but tough brilliance. These brilliances gathered together to form a huge light belt, which shone and illuminated the entire dark space.

The song has neither lyrics nor tunes. It is not even transmitted through the air, but is directly in the mind and deep in the soul.

A vast and simple feeling of vastness appeared in Mo Yu's perception with the song. After the song rang, the flames on Ming Fanguang in front of him slowly extinguished, and the halo behind his head also dimmed one by one.

The emperor of Wusijiang Youtian calmed down in this moment.

For hundreds of years, these souls wanted to convey their voices to him, but were hindered by the heavy power. At this moment, when Mo Yu consumed all the power of Mingfanguang, they finally passed their voices to their great emperor.

Ming Fanguang heard the requiem composed with his soul from his people.

He protected them for hundreds of years, from birth to death, always standing in front, even if their minds are wiped out, even if only their souls are left, they are still standing in front, fighting terrifying pollution and enemies that may appear at any time.

In this Requiem, he finally calmed down after fighting for hundreds of years.

He already knew that his people did not need his shelter, they hoped that he could stop, they hoped that he could rest.

He is too tired.

In the light shining from the soul, Ming Fanguang's figure gradually became illusory, and the flames in his eyes slowly disappeared.

He looked at Mo Yu, his pure eyes were full of confusion. He had been sticking to his duties and not giving up. However, his protected soul had already gone to destruction and dissipation. He was not defeated by the terrifying pollution and erosion. He persisted until the last moment, but he still failed.

He lost to time.

Mo Yu looked at him, he knew that Ming Fanguang now needed an answer, an answer from the bystander,

"You did a great job, you did everything you could, your people are protected by you, they are lucky, you listen, they are singing hymns for you."

In the requiem from the soul, there was regret and praise. They sincerely thanked Ming Fanguang for everything he did for them, and for the only light he brought to them in this endless darkness.

The burly man showed a little smile on his face, his figure became transparent, and red agate flew out of his chest and fell into Mo Yu's hands.

Ming Fanguang was actually dead long ago, leaving only obsession wandering around the world. Now that obsession has disappeared, his figure is gradually disappearing.

The requiem sang by the souls also came to an end, and they turned into light and merged into Mingfanguang's illusory body, dissipating with Mingfanguang.

Mo Yu also retreated to Mo Yue and looked at the glow like a firefly lit up the entire space.

In fact, these souls have already dissipated, but their obsessions are supporting them. They want Ming Fanguang to stop and rest, sing the music of Requiem for Ming Fanguang, and to let the god who has given everything to protect them rest.

The red agate is still emitting a faint glow, dispelling the pollution of this space, but the souls that need its protection have turned into a glittering light.

Mo Yue looked at the fluorescent lights and sighed softly.

"Perhaps these dissipated souls can condense into a new soul and turn into a brand new child one day."

Mo Yu stretched out his palm, and some bright light fell into his hands.

"And that, a new beginning."

As his voice fell, a clear child's voice rang in his and Mo Yue's minds,

"Thank you, goodbye."

[You receive the blessing of unknown existence, and your platinum spell card "Whispering Alls·Mini" is promoted.]

【Congratulations on triggering the critical hit.】

【Congratulations on obtaining the epic spell card: Murmurs of all beings】

The unknown existence, Mo Yu looked up at the clear lights of the sky that were gradually dissipating. Are they the souls that were on the verge of dissipation?

At the same time, the endless tentacles under his feet began to squirm, and huge and terrifying pollution began to pour into the space inside the mountain. Outside this space, the "Ming Fanguang" who was originally sleeping cross-legged slowly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!