Fang Ark heard a famous saying.

When a person dies, he may be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.

There is no Mount Tai in this world.

But some people will not die much lighter than Mount Tai at all.

Fang Ark was still attached to Lu Mengran's body, quietly watching the rest of the time from his perspective.

Even Fang Ark did not expect Lu Mangran to do this, and could use his own strength to disperse the army of the ghost clan, and even more so, kill a powerful man in the seventh level of the ghost clan.

The Ark of Chuanwu was really unexpected.

Because, at the beginning, Fang Zhou never thought of a way to break the deadlock. Unless Lu Mangran could become a top figure like Cao Man, the great master, there might be some chance to save the decline.

However, even if Cao Man comes, it will be very difficult to face such an attack from the ghost clan.

And the appearance of Wendao is like a miracle.

With a righteous spirit, the ghosts and monsters like Tianke Ghost Clan are like this.

Therefore, the situation in Qingcheng battle has undergone tremendous changes and a miracle has occurred.

Lu Mangran really used his own strength to win over Tianqing.

Fang Ark gave him Tongtian's cultivation, and Lu Mangran also fulfilled the promise he made when he was unwilling to shout.

"Do you regret it now?"

Ark asked.

The world is very quiet, as if you can hear the sound of gravel on the ground being blown and rolling.

Lu Mengran sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the words of the mysterious senior in his mind, as if he could hear the regret in his senior's tone, and he smiled casually.

"No regrets."

Lu Mangran replied.

"Lu was just a scholar and had an ordinary martial artsman. In the face of the Qingcheng war, there is nothing to mention."

"Now, with Lu's own destiny, the situation in the battle in Qingcheng can be changed, the human race is safe, and the people in the city are safe... It's a big profit, how can Lu regret it?"

Lu said freely and relievedly.

"You could have kept a useful body. You have walked out of the literary way and proved the Taoist martial arts as easy as eating and drinking water. When you become a martial arts master, lock in the human emperor's spirit, spread the righteous spirit, and let the clan have more scholars who follow the literary way. In the future, the human race will have great advantages when facing the ghost race."

"And you burned your soul, and now your life is not long. Do you really regret it?"

Ark asked again.

Lu Mangran smiled. His face was pale, covered in plain white clothes, without any blood stains. That was because his blood had been evaporated by Haoran's righteousness.

His soul was burned out, leaving only his head of pale hair as white as snow.

He even began to become haggard and old, which was the situation after the essence of his body was squeezed out.

Using the body of a mortal, we will erase the seven-level ghost clan...

His cultivation is really too weak, he is just a martial artist who has never even learned martial arts.

He has achieved almost the limit that mortals can do.

White face, white hair, and white clothes.

Bai is a cold color, but Lu's smile is very warm.

"What the senior said... really made Lu regret it."

"But those who are capable have to shoulder the heavy responsibility, which is a responsibility."

"If I watch the mountains and rivers break and the people of our human race become bloody food in the ghost race, then what kind of face do I have to inherit this righteousness?"

"What is Haoran? No regrets are for Haoran."

"If someone fights for a breath, he will take action when he should. It is for Haoran."

Lu Mangran said softly.

The ark stopped talking and his soul was a little shaken.

But Fang Zhou stopped talking, but Lu Mangran spoke, and even felt a little embarrassed in his tone.

"Senior, I, Lu, have been begging for a lifetime. I only kneel to the king and my parents. I have my own persistence. Even if I was about to starve to death on the way to Beijing for the exam, I would not be far away to kneel down and beg for food."

"Now, Lu still has a request."

Lu Mangran said softly.

Fang Ark was stunned.

But he saw Lu Mengran's figure standing up tremblingly, his head of white hair was clear and dazzling in the light of dawn.

His movements attracted almost everyone's attention.

Yang Hu, who was stained with blood in his body with his knife, turned his head and looked at his cracked lips.

But Lu Mangran stood up straight behind his body, brushed his white clothes on his body, raised his legs and knelt down slowly.

And as Lu Mangran knelt down.

Yang Hu threw down the long knife in his hand that had been cut into a blunt hole, and then knelt down immediately.

Above the Qingcheng city walls, dense defenders also knelt down.

Lu's mother staggered down the city, with only the white clothes left in her eyes. She passed over the corpses, stumbled towards Lu Mengran, who was covered in white hair.

The heaven and earth are silent.

In and outside the city, it seemed that only Lu Meng's begging was left to circulate.

"Lu begs... to let Wendao pass on it."

"Protect our human race and the mountains and rivers, and avoid being invaded by the ghost race."

"This is Lu's only long-cherished wish and request."

Lu Mangran said.

His words lingered between heaven and earth, full of emotions.

"Ah...no need."

Fang Zhou was almost fluctuating in Lu Mengran's body, and his words became a little uneasy.

However, as Lu Mangran knelt down.

Rumble!

Chuanwu Bookstore suddenly shook, and in an instant, the golden light was magnificent, and the dazzling light almost made Fang Fang's tears flow down.

A booklet with the word "Wen Dao" kept fluctuating and turning pages.

It was as if responding to the beggar's begging.

Fang Zhou's mind returned to Chuanwu Bookstore.

He quietly looked at the golden booklet above Chuanwu Bookstore, which seemed to have a soul.

for a long time.

Ark understands it.

"I promise you."

...

The ethereal voice echoed from Lu's confused mind.

Lu Mangran's lips raised, showing a bright smile. The mysterious senior agreed to him that Wen Dao would continue to pass on his inheritance, and Lu Mangran would not stop him.

He believed in this mysterious senior, because it was because of this senior that Lu Mangran could create literary Taoism.

Now, after getting the promise of his senior, Lu is unwilling to regret.

Lu has no regrets in the world.

Lu is worthy of Qingzhou.

Lu Mangran's eyes began to dissipate. He looked at the distance, where his wife, who had tied her hair, walked staggeringly. Because the road to the battlefield was difficult, his wife's body was covered with blood.

This made Lu Mangran suddenly feel unspeakable reluctance and self-blame in his heart.

He opened his mouth, but he found that he was speechless and his life was quietly beginning to leave his body.

He knelt with all his strength.

His request was full of words.

Lu's mother stumbled over and knelt beside Lu Mangran, hugged Lu Mangran with white hair, and tears in the corners of her eyes could not stop flowing.

"My husband is a great hero."

"I am very proud of being the hero of the human race and the hero of Qingzhou."
To be continued...