Although he killed without batting an eye in the past, the people he killed were either enemies, traitors, or people who deserved to be killed.
But what was wrong with Li Qiye?
She saved him, she liked him so much, and had remembered him for thousands of years. Even though he was cold-eyed and unkind, she still tried her best to cover up for him in front of Luan Yu, for fear that he would be suspected by Luan Yu!
She is such a beautiful and kind-hearted girl, and her people are as warm-hearted and kind-hearted as she is. Even if her relatives are dying, they are not willing to hurt him, a stranger, to save her life. They treat him so well, but what happened? ?
But we have to face such a tragic ending!
And such a tragic ending must be brought about by him!
Yes, he will indeed try his best to leave them a chance of rebirth!
But so what?
Even if they can reshape their bodies in the future, they must face all the pain and suffering before death!
Furthermore, not everyone can be reborn.
He was just using this to find an excuse to cover up his upcoming killing!
But can he not kill?
Can he lead the Cingma clan to become enemies of the Luan clan and the Demon clan, and fight them to the death?
No, he can't!
Even though the Civet Clan is not weak, when the Luan Clan and the Demon Clan stand together, they have no chance of winning!
He knew this from the beginning!
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
This was an extremely cruel step, and he had to crawl on his knees. Even if his heart was so painful that he would vomit, he still had to go down!
With this hatred of heaven and earth, he rushed to Meishan.
At this time, Meishan's gates were wide open, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and corpses were strewn on the ground, dyeing the snow-capped mountains bright red.
He stepped on the blood and moved forward.
Behind him is Wuyangyang's Luan army.
In the wind and snow, Mo Qinghuan led all the tribesmen in the city to guard the entrance of Meishan. The cold wind blew past his face like a knife, and his scarlet cloak flew fiercely in the snow and smoke.
After fighting to this day, they have been thinking of death, and even if the enemy is strong, they will not change their expressions.
However, Mo Qinghuan still couldn't hide the sadness, anger and sarcasm in his eyes when he saw the familiar face slowly approaching among the snowy curtain.
He did not speak to Dong Lin, but turned to look at the old king next to him: "Father, you said he would definitely come, but I still don't believe it. Now it seems that you know him better!"
"Whether he comes or not, there is no difference in the outcome!" The old king smiled and patted Mo Qinghuan on the shoulder, "It just depends on whether he dies at his hands or at the hands of the Demon Luan Clan! My son doesn't have to Struggled with this!"
"But it's different after all!" Mo Qinghuan shook his head slowly, "I don't like this way of death!"
"Then what kind of death do you like?" Dong Lin took the initiative to interrupt, "For the sake of the blood of your tribe being available to us, I can make your death more comfortable!"
"Shameless thief!" Mo Ning shouted angrily, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have..."
"Ah Ning!" Su Hao interrupted her.
"Father, it's already this time, do we still need to..." Before Mo Ning could finish her words, she was interrupted by the old king, "Yes! Otherwise, our death will be meaningless!"
Mo Ning understood the meaning of his words.
If he ignores it at this time, exposes the things that Dong Lin deliberately concealed, and makes him break away from the Luan Clan, the Lingmao Clan and his power alone will eventually be devoured by the Demon Clan and the Luan Clan.
Then, their hatred of genocide will never be revealed!
But if he cooperates with Donglin and uses the lives of the He clan as a bargaining chip, once Donglin succeeds, the Luan clan will be ruthlessly liquidated.
In this way, even if they die, they will be buried with the Luan people and still be able to smile.
In fact, Lao Wang and the others had discussed this issue long before Dong Lin came to the future.
Since death is inevitable, instead of dying under the torture of the Demon Clan and the Luan Clan, it would be better to die in the hands of Dong Lin, and die quickly, so as not to be cut into pieces and suffer all the torture.
Tortured, unable to survive, unable to survive!
Having said that, everyone was extremely aggrieved when they thought that this man had been favored by the Civet Clan!
Mo Ning's eyes turned red with anger, but she had to admit that what Su Hao and Old Wang said made sense.
"What kind of death do you intend to give us?" The old king raised his voice and laughed loudly, "Is it really our choice?"
Dong Lin nodded: "Since I said so, of course it is okay!"
"Then, let's choose the simplest and fastest one!" The old king picked up the long sword in his hand, placed it across his neck, and made a movement.
Dong Lin saw his movements clearly and his pupils shrank slightly!
This action is all too familiar to him!
When he mentioned the training of Yin soldiers when he was training with Mo Qinghuan and the others, the old king once said with a smile that their clansmen also practiced this technique a long time ago.
At that time, the He clan was besieged and their lives were hanging by a thread. The king at that time, who was the old king's grandfather, had no choice but to use ancient forbidden techniques and use the souls of his clan members to train an indestructible army named Army of the dead.
This dead army is actually the same as the Yin soldiers used by Demon Lord Luan Zhao and others. They refine human souls to the extreme. At a certain period of time, they burst out with astonishing combat power, one against ten, with huge power.
The dead army trained with the essence of the Nine-Life Civet Cat is ten times more powerful than ordinary Yin soldiers!
Just because of their special destiny, ordinary Yin soldiers can only gather the power of one soul, but they have the power of nine souls, which is certainly no small matter!
Many years ago, it was with this kind of dead army that the civet clan defended Meishan and protected the bloodline of the clan.
However, although this kind of dead army is easy to use, its tempering process is extremely painful. Once it becomes a dead army, it will never be reborn, and it will suffer every day in the future. Therefore, unless it is really the death of the clan, They will never use this method when the species is exterminated.
Back then, after the old king's grandfather used this method, he suffered a lot before exploding and died.
Dong Lin and Lao Wang have discussed this point before, so they naturally understand the meaning of his action!
"Are you...sure you want to do this?" His eyes fell on Mr. Wang, and even his voice trembled slightly.
"I ask the emperor to grant your permission!" Mo Qinghuan, Su Hao and others all made this move without hesitation.
Donglin was silent.
"What do they mean?" Luan Yu followed Dong Lin closely and saw that he was actually chatting with people from the civet tribe and even said that they were allowed to choose the same way to die. She felt very dissatisfied when she saw their behavior. Weird, more and more unusual.
"Your Majesty, the civet people are very cunning. Your Majesty, please don't fall for their deception! Since it's death, what other method of death should you choose? How can you choose a certain method of death when two parties are fighting? This is simply unreasonable! "
What Donglin did and said today was unreasonable!
