Chapter 490： They cry, they laugh

Wuwei was almost crazy. At first, he was still talking, but then it turned into a roar. He roared loudly. All the monks watching the battle below heard the content and heard it clearly!

Wraiths Whenever there is a little grudge, they will rush to eat Song Ning regardless of life and death, this is their instinct, but now these wraiths have not rushed to eat, but instead ... kneeled down?

This is also instinct, so that is to say, Song Ning killed these hundreds of thousands of creatures, but these hundreds of thousands of creatures are thanking him? !

Too weird, too shocking!

At this time, every monk's heart was shaking. They couldn't even imagine what kind of person they could, even when they killed so many lives, let them be grateful to Dade?

What kind of person, even walking along the blood all the way, did not cause a little bit of resentment.

He ... what did he do and how did he do it? !

But at this moment, among the many complaining spirits, there was a hysterical rush towards Song Ning. It rushed all the way and screamed in his mouth. It seemed that he had a deep hatred with Song Ning.

At the sight, everyone stared at the man. Although their faces were unfamiliar, they could all see it. This must have been resentful to Song Ning.

Song Ning's eyes fell on the wraith. Sure enough, the wraith that rushed over was the man he killed in Roland City that day. It was the man who stole his storage ring. That person, Song Ning had to kill, Because the secret cannot be revealed.

Song Ning did not kill the innocent indiscriminately. The storage ring involved the gossip mirror, and the gossip mirror involved Leng Yuexiao. If it was for Leng Yuexiao, even if he lost the world, he would not hesitate to kill the world!

Wu Wei ’s unbelievable gaze just now became even more mad, and his crazy laugh resounded all over the world: "Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, look, there is one, there is one, there is a wraith around you, it wants To kill you! Bit him, bit him! "

Inaction ...

It's really crazy.

Perhaps Song Ning knew why this was insane and crazy, or maybe he guessed wrong, but now no one puts his attention on Wu Wei. Those monks are all concerned about Song Ning.

At this moment they don't even care if inaction is crazy or stupid, because in their heart, inaction is not normal, hundreds of thousands of spirits, but only one instinct wants to rush to find Song Ning to take revenge. What does that mean?

In the lifetime of a monk, there are too many people to kill, and this is when Song Ning learned that Dao Xiuwei killed hundreds of thousands of hands with blood, but only among these hundreds of thousands of people, only one person has a grudge against Song Ning. of.

In contrast, Song Ning is probably the best person among all the monks, but doing nothing ...

The wraith who wanted to avenge Song Ning had not waited for a few steps, was buried by the wraith around him, and then disappeared completely.

Song Ning looked at these wraiths who depended on their instincts, and even if they were dead, they were still grateful to his wraiths, their hearts shivered and their expressions moved.

Poof.

None of the monks in the field believed that Song Ning would kneel out of thin air!

He is kneeling, these dead wraiths!

"I have all the reasons why Song Ning killed people all his life. Some of them have no choice but to kill. Some of the so-called wraiths were killed by me, but by Song Ning. So far, there is only one. . "

Song Ning said, paused.

In Song Ning, this is just a simple discourse, but in the hearts of other monks, he has already cast land on the five bodies that Song Ning admires.

Song Ning's words did not end, and the monks did not expect that monks like Song Ning would say the next words.

"That year, I killed 300,000 people for many reasons. I do n’t know your life, where you ’re buried now, or whether you will worship at New Year ’s Day, But I am ashamed of you. If you ca n’t see it today, then it ’s okay, but see you today ... "

Song Ning said, tapping directly.

"This worship, for those who are alive in the Imperial City of the Falling Feathers."

Knocked again.

"This is my apology for you."

At the end of the conversation, Song Ning got up, his eyes closed slightly at the moment, he gently raised his head, and took a deep breath. Although his appearance was comfortable, everyone could see that Song Ning's eyelashes were shaking.

Living people, kneeling to death, this is not a strange thing.

But the monk who possessed such a cultivation practice actually knelt down to so many complaining spirits in front of him.

Who is it, that wraiths have no wits?

Who is it that complaining spirits only act instinctively?

In front of Song Ning, the hundreds of thousands of wraiths bowed their heads, their bodies were all composed of green light, and their bodies were in a trance, it was difficult to see the movements, but they could feel that their green body radiated at the moment. The sadness that comes out, the gratitude that comes out, the power that comes out.

Seemingly vaguely, which monk suddenly said: "Listen, it seems ... there is crying."

More and more people heard the cry, which was gripping and sad like a melody.

This cry came into the ears of every monk, and fell into their hearts, making them sorrowful.

This sobbing voice entered Song Ning's ears, fell into Song Ning's heart, and evolved directly from Song Ning's open heart, as if it turned into what the grudges wanted to tell Song Ning.

At this moment, fearless, he covered his ears, somehow, at this moment his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly, he screamed, he was in pain, he was afraid, as if the surrounding injustice was always It is possible to devour it the same.

At this moment, Song Ning smiled.

Song Ning looked at the wraiths in front of him, his face was soft, and he fell into the feather kingdom. He Song Ning was the king, and these wraiths could be said to be the people of Song Ning.

Song Ning remembered the encounters he had encountered along the way, thought of the experiences he has lived to now, and thought of his life. He smiled at ease and smiled brightly.

Song Ning realized the pictures conveyed by Song Ning in Song Ning's heart.

"For so many years, Song Ning has walked all the way. Sometimes, I thought I was alone, but I didn't expect you to be by my side." Song Ning smiled, seemingly recalling the past, and seemed to have put life and death away. It seemed that he didn't even care about the opposite action, which was almost tortured.

Song Ning's voice was very soft, but it fell in everyone's ears.

"Even if I could save the people of the world, I couldn't save the one I loved in the end. Are you sentimental for this matter? You ... just missed because of this matter, can't you fall into reincarnation?" Song Ning said that his eyes were softer and his expression was more moving: "For so many years, I have Song Ning ... worrying you."