Fang Wenxin was stunned after listening to Ah Si's words. What Ah Si said next was completely inaudible.

"The road is blocked..."

"A slave for life..."

The only words echoing in his mind at this moment were these two sentences.

The end of the road is a cage, and the semi-saint status that is desperately fought for is the grain thrown by people outside the cage.

Isn’t this chicken feeding?

So what is the significance of the battle between avenues?

What is the significance of the belief that we strive for in this life?

Just to eat this grain of rice, the chickens will stand in a flock, and then eat a fatter grain of rice, or the chickens will stand in the flock - doomed not to become a crane, free in the clouds?

"It shouldn't be like this..." Fang Wen muttered absentmindedly.

Turning around and looking around, the semi-saints from all realms around him seemed to have had their light taken away from their eyes at this moment, and each one was covered in deep shadows, becoming horribly condensed.

yes!

A frog in a well can live happily.

But it should also have the opportunity to jump out of this well and see the vast world, right?

If the road is blocked...

What is the meaning of blocking?

Why do you do this, and when did you start the journey of "self-imprisonment"?

Fang Wenxin had no answer.

He looked at Xu Xiaoshou who was looking for the answer.

He found that at this moment, his heart was on Xu Xiaoshou's side.

He looked at the expressions of all the semi-saints around him and knew that they must have the same feeling as him.

He finally understood...

What Shouye asks for in spite of his shame is to let the holy slave stand up; and what he abides by throughout his life is to let himself, the holy slave, continue to kneel!

"But isn't the Holy Temple wrong?"

Fang Wenxin didn't even dare to use the word "wrong".

He was afraid that denying the position of the Holy Temple would be equivalent to negating the efforts of the Holy Temple for so many years.

He also denies the red clothes and the white clothes, denies the light, denies the mainland, and denies himself.

"Click!"

There was a cracking sound next to my ears.

Fang Wenxin didn't dare to dig into the tip of the horn. Apparently someone stuck his head in, and everything became pitch black.

Everyone looked back in shock and looked at the half-saint.

His name is Yuan Huan, the ancestor of the Yuan family in Zhongyu.

His Taoist heart collapsed!

…

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

To the east of the sea, the gods and humans were squatting on the rocks, with their knees pressed to their chests, and their hands hanging down weakly, barely holding on to the mask of the King of Hell that they had worn for half their lives. It was like this before they could relax and take a breath.

He doesn't look like the most powerful half-saint who has just swallowed two half-saints.

Instead, he looked like a mad dog that ran all the way and suddenly stopped, feeling exhausted.

The world opposes me, only the sea breeze embraces me.

But Tianren Wushen didn't feel any warmth, because the sea breeze was salty and humid, and it would only bring a cold pain when it slapped on the face.

Naturally, the Five Deceivers of Heaven and Man know what they have not asked for and what they dare not express to the common people. Xu Xiaoshou helped himself to find it in another way.

But he was even more confused.

He looked at the endless sea. The dusk light cast in from a distance and covered the sea surface with a thick layer of orange scales.

That's not a mask.

It grows into the flesh and blood, becomes embedded, and cannot be removed!

The gods and humans lowered their heads and couldn't even find their broken self on the sea.

There is no shadow in the sunset, and the sea cannot contain me.

He put down the mask of the King of Hell, hugged his knees, fell back weakly, and sat on the rocks. Finally, his whole body spread out like water and fell down, as if he was dead.

Tears lit up the corners of his eyes, like the surface of the sea, and were also dyed orange by the sunlight. So far, Tianren Wusei doesn't know whether he should say those words.

Just as he swallowed two semi-holy persons, he would still have a contradictory self, the Blood World Pearl and the body of decay, permanently depriving him of some things, such as gratitude.

These things are small.

It’s ridiculous to talk about this in the spirit refining world.

But it is these things that maintain humanity!

Human nature...he no longer possesses the five powers of heaven and man. He actually wanted to say "Xu Xiaoshou, thank you" to him in person, but he couldn't do it and it wasn't allowed.

With tears on his lips, the lonely old man sat up and could only cry alone on the rocks of the sea. This was all he could do.

He didn't even dare to say it out loud. Just thinking about it made him laugh:

"Xu Xiaoshou, should I thank you..."

This is ridiculous!

The five gods and humans laughed so hard that they couldn't help themselves.

He beat his head to pieces and couldn't stop thinking like this.

"Thank you……"

"Jiehahaha, or should I curse you to thank you? Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

Bang!
Chapter completed!