Chapter 102 No Regrets, No Regrets
A hundred years of rain, the blood waves are boundless, and the sky will be restless. Who can be spared?
Lin Fan smiled faintly and confirmed that the thing in his hand was the dragon demon fetus, so he no longer continued to be in a stalemate with Mu Luo and others. He said calmly, "If the sky is restless, no one can avoid it. But if so, won't your struggle be in vain?"
"All this is a chess game. You and I are just the pieces on the board. Since you come from there, you naturally make it clear that if no one dares to fight against the sky, why does the sky exist?"
Mu Luo retorted with a faint smile, but it seemed to 'inadvertently' say Lin Fan's identity. When Lin Fan heard this, his face did not change at all, but the indifference in his eyes was no longer thousands of miles away, and at least he seemed much calmer.
"It seems that the monsters are not all fools, but they are not only the middle of the board, but they do not have the consciousness of being a chess piece. How is this kind of behavior different from stupidity? What you said about resisting the sky is just wishful thinking. Even if you kill all the demons and go against the current situation, who can guarantee that the monsters will not become the next demons? A chess piece is still a chess piece after all. If you want to jump out of the pattern, it's just a delusion.
The wind is blowing, and the rain is getting crazier and crazier. There are no other colors between heaven and earth, only a line of ashes embedded in the sky and earth.
Lin Fan looked no different on the rainy night. Those seemingly violent rains could not get close at all, but surrounded him with the rhythm of his breathing and turned into a sticky rain stream.
Yes, this rain is very sticky, just as the red pupil Qingluan said, they are not ordinary rain, but 'blood'.
After listening to Lin Fan's words, Mu Luo fell into a rare meditation, and then with an unquestionable firmness in his tone. He looked up at Lin Fan and asked, "Then dare to ask, sir, we are all a chess piece on the board. Who is the chess player? Is it a master who surpasses us at one level, or a stronger one at a higher level? Or - is it the untouchable destiny?
In the end, Mu Luo's tone was mixed with fear. The eyes of the beast demon suddenly opened, and his pupils were blooming with a tragic red light. The rain in the air was suddenly, as if he was scared by his words, but the pattering voice did not stop, and the sound of rain hitting the ground and the mountain stream could be heard from afar.
The sound of heavy rain forms two extremes with the quiet atmosphere around the canyon, as if they are two uninterfering worlds, which have no connection, but will break the balance and enter each other's territory at any time.
Muluo is famous as Tianyan, and naturally has skills that other monsters do not have. His eyes can see through the so-called fate and many mysterious things, but he has been troubled by a problem for many years, that is, this chess game of heaven and earth.
There is nothing sadder than knowing that you are just a pawn, especially the strong man who has reached this point.
The practitioners in the world are like ants, and there are countless worlds. These practitioners are pursuing the so-called 'life' and the truth all the time, but they don't know that the consequences of knowing the truth are often more cruel than ignorance.
Zhi Wuji saw the nervous look on Muluo's face and vaguely sensed something, but his wisdom reached his point. It's best to describe it as returning to nature and being stupid. Just like Mu Luo's inner thoughts, sometimes, he is happier than knowing.
Lin Fan pondered for a while, took care of the dragon demon fetus, and then looked at Mu Luo with great interest. He deliberately ignored the voice of a roaring woman. He smiled and asked, "We are in the game and incarnate into the middle of the board, but we don't know who the chess player is. This should have been It should be a stupid question, but I once sat on a tree for three years, experienced the sunset and the moon rise, the alternation of cold and warmth, life, old age, illness and death, and the change of terrain. Since you want to ask about the chess game, let me ask you first, I sat on the tree and watched an ordinary chess game. At that time, was I a chess piece or not?
"If you can't answer, I'll tell you." Lin Fan smiled, and his tone was extremely ordinary, just like an ordinary conversation: "Since he is already in the game and the son of the game, why do you need to investigate who threw this and played this game of chess? Do you want to know who plays chess? Why didn't you ever think that the person who plays chess is the chess player himself?
"This - how is this possible? You just said that resisting the sky is just wishful thinking, but, but--"
Mu Luo was starved by Lin Fan's words. There was a kind of confusion that his cognition had been overthrown for a long time, and there was also a kind of anger that was underestimated. However, he chewed carefully for a moment, but thought of something special things.
"Between the monsters and the demons, it is like a race between the demons and the human race. It is a race, but it has no meaning. Who can say that the existence in the dark controls the situation? Who is the chess piece? Who is the chess piece? This is a chess game of heaven and earth. In the end, it is just wishful thinking. Although it can resist the sky, there is still a punishment against the sky. The life on this road is humble. While talking about fate, he has never thought about the so-called fate? It is just a wishful thinking. It is a wishful thinking. It must be as good as you monsters to fight against the invisible. I'm afraid that the beast god of the clan can't do it, right?
After listening to Lin Fan's words, Mu Luo suddenly couldn't come to his senses. Looking up at the dark sky, the pouring rain still poured on the earth, which was in sharp contrast to the silence in the canyon at this time.
Many monsters who turned into wisdom but could not speak began to gasp heavily. Several powerful demon king masters suddenly lit up their eyes, and the demon-level masters such as Zhi Wuji also lowered their heads as if they had some understanding.
Only Mu Luo was silent and didn't say a word, and his eyes were painful as if he had lost all his children.
However, Lin Fan did not give him time for pain, but laughed and said, "It was you who started this topic by yourself. Now that I have just said my own feelings, and you can't stand the blow? Does a person who wants to see through the fate and fight against the sky only have this determination? That's ridiculous."
The voice gradually faded in the sound of rain. Mu Luo, who heard this mockery, suddenly raised his head and his face softened again, but his voice was a little hoarse and said heavily, "I want to ask you a few questions."
"say." Lin Fan guessed what he wanted to ask.
"If the door of the demon world opens again, what will you do?" Mu Luo's slender fingers clenched into a fist, looking a little nervous and confused.
However, Lin Fan didn't sell the barrier this time, and he didn't use some shallow but profound truths to make him more confused. His lips opened and just spit out a word: "Kill!"
Just one word made Muruo get amnesty. He sighed relieved and then asked, "If fate prevents you, and even the chessboard transformed by heaven and earth does not allow you, what will you do?"
"This question is even simpler." Lin Fan's face bloomed with a smile that made Mu Luo puzzled, and then said another sentence that shocked everyone present.
"Fate prevents me and kills the sky. Chess won't let me break the chess. If you dare to walk on this road, you must have the determination to break everything. Even if the result is shattered or both sides are hurt, if you don't regret it, that's all.
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In the end, Lin Fan still did not stay with Muluo to participate in the chess game between monsters and demons. But Mu Luo didn't stay much, so he saw his figure disappearing in the rainy night.
This time, tens of thousands of monsters did not roar, and the Rift God Barbarian Emperor, who had finally recovered from his injury, did not shout for revenge. Because Lin Fan's sudden visit this time actually caused the collective silence of the demon and beast masters. The wise old man has sighed ten times, and every sound will shake his head to look at the sky and silently look at the rain without saying a word.
Muluo regained his gentle appearance, but his eyes were no longer as confused as before, but full of confidence and firmness.
"No regrets, no regrets - the human race is really a race full of miracles."
When the heavy rain had created a stream in the canyon, Muluo shook his head and sighed, gently rubbed his fingers, and said with a smile, "It seems that we have to take advantage of the rain to fight with the demon clan this time."
"I can't wait for a long time." The Rift God Barbarian Emperor showed a smile that was worse than crying. Although his face was full of blood, it was not difficult to see that he was really excited.
The barbarian bear clan is a combat freaholic. As a leader, the Rift God Barbarian Emperor is not worse than a lowest-level barbarian bear monster, or even more wild.
Hearing that he was going to do it, the silent red pupils opened their wings and vibrated their wings without nonsense. The whole person turned into a very faint shadow in the night sky and soon disappeared in front of everyone.
Mu Luo smiled when he saw the situation. He didn't say anything and walked away. He was not slow, but he was very fast.
Several other top-level strongmen also refused to lag behind at all. Several people spread their own speed, shuttled through the crazy rain and ran towards the big cities of the demon clan.
When these top masters left, the monsters who had been silent for a long time began to roar up to the sky and run crazily. Looking down from the air, they could almost see a black shadow spreading out of the canyon and quickly occupying the wet land.
The night wind is whimpering, the rain is roaring, and occasionally a few ghost-like figures appear in the rain and soon disappear. This strange scene is believed to be that as long as a character with a little status in the demon world, he will think of the name that is almost taboo.
"One thought of Yuanxin, bones everywhere."
The eight words that have resounded through the demon world for thousands of years suddenly appeared in the depths of the rainy night, and those ghostly figures suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared. But then, a man stepped out of the vast rain. He was dressed in black and wore a thick and ugly hat on his head, which made people unable to see his face clearly and could block the rain.
He reached out and patted the rain deposited on the bamboo hat, and suddenly said with admiration, "I don't know if there will be any fish in such a heavy rain?"