"Survival or destruction is a question worth considering. Should we silently endure the poisonous arrows of fate, or to resist the endless suffering of the world and clear everything in our struggle? Which of these two behaviors is more noble?"

When standing in the endless wilderness, Mu Shaoan said this sentence in his mind for some reason.

This is not that his stature has been cultivated to the highest and perfect state, but that he can't help but think about what the meaning of the existence of civilization is?

In the past, he was an anti-virus hunter under the Chaos Base, a lone dog. He tried his best to guard the civilization he was in and fulfilled his duties as an anti-virus hunter.

At that time, he would not think too much, because his goals were clear and his path was clear. He thought that as long as he could open the holy ruins, the world would be harmonious, and the disasters brought by the virus would be erased, and human civilization would live happily together like princes and princesses.

So he always does things, so he can do whatever he wants, so he savagely rushes like a cow, never tired, and never stops moving forward, because he feels it is worth doing this and it is worth his whole life and all his soul.

Originally he thought he could always do this, he thought he could be fearless, he thought he would laugh to the end, because he was the best savage man at turning over the table.

But he was wrong. As his strength became stronger and his knowledge of more truths, the endless starry sky made him feel powerless. The root of the virus made him panic, and the emergence of a higher-dimensional universe made him even more desperate.

Over the years, he has been very tired. The various changes that followed have made him tired of dealing with. He can only look like an old man in the evening, looking at those changes that could not be imagined or imagined at all. Although some of these changes were born because of him, they cannot change the fact that the strongest city defense in his heart began to collapse at the beginning.

This world is too big, he is too small.

There are too many hostility in this world, and he is too weak.

So he was powerless, frightened, and desperate.

So in the incident at Shengxiantai, he stood in the square of Chaos Base headquarters. He knew that Cynthia was watching him in the crowd, and that there was a girl named Xiaoye watching him, but he didn't dare to look for it.

Because he was already confused at that time, he did not fulfill his promise to Cynthia. As soon as the Ascension Platform came out, it seemed that the Chaos Base seemed to be in chaos, and everything the anti-virus hunter insisted on was meaningless, including Mu Shaoan himself.

Seeing those comrades and comrades in the past who were busy solidifying and busy getting a boat ticket, the entire chaos base was in a mess, like an unguarded ruin.

At that moment, Mu Shaoan was thinking, is it worth it?

He couldn't find the answer and had no face to see his wife and daughter, so his only way was to be a civilized watcher. When everyone left, he kept guarding the place where he had fought.

This will be his last wish in his life.

Although everything that happened later made the result unexpected, and even after everyone's efforts, the results obtained by the human civilization and Chaos Base were quite satisfactory and were not destroyed by the hands of the twelve apostles.

But the crack in Mu Shaoan's heart could not heal. How firm his belief was before, how fragmented it would be at this moment.

So he chose to exile himself, leave from the Chaos Base, and follow the Twelve Apostles. He pretended that he didn't care, and he pretended that he didn't care about anything.

He can even be a foolish Hammer.

Even if Xing Tian’s body continues to evolve to invincible and invincible in this universe, what he wants is to retire, go home, and consolidate history.

In other words, he was timid!

He no longer wants to pursue the truth of civilization, and the source of civilization is so honest and life is nothing wrong with it.

"Survival or destruction is indeed a problem."

Sighing, Mu Shaoan turned around and looked at the collapsed mountain. It was the home of the Kunpeng clan. I guess the twelve stray dogs are gaining reputation and favors there at this moment.

"What are you struggling with? Stay in this place. I am no longer a qualified anti-virus hunter, but it's okay to use it to seal and suppress you evil dogs."

Mu Shaoan said to himself, he believed that the twelve apostles would hear it, and that the giant headset would not have only such a little function.

Then, he pulled off the device and rubbed it into pieces. Finally, Mu Shaoan calmly switched to the title of Brutal Magic Breaker, and he didn't plan to take it down again.

This is the best seal.

Even if the twelve apostles can find a way to leave here, they will never think of leaving.

After doing this, Mu Shaoan found a beautiful place and lay there. A large cliff appeared. The black and green moss, wild grass, and small trees grew in the wind. In just a moment, he turned into an ordinary hill.

At the same time, several people who were very sensitive among the twelve apostles suddenly had a cold war.

"I'm going to make up, what happened? Why did I suddenly feel like I was frightened and a disaster was coming?"

Someone shouted.

In a moment, the twelve apostles gathered together, and their faces were ashen, because there was a long-lost black air in the monk's hands. This thing was simply a nightmare for their twelve apostles in the past period of time.

"Damn it, is that Mu Shaoan making trouble again?"

"Group Curse, Oh my God, we are going to be tortured to death alive."

"No, by the way, we are the twelve apostles. Now that little bastard should have just released the group curse technique. Can't we come up with a way to intervene? Chekok, you magicians don't have any suggestions?" At this time, an apostle asked.

"This is not a simple group curse!" Chekok shook his head bitterly.

"I know that this is not a simple curse technique, but we can't be beaten so passively. This thing can devour our luck. Oh my god, I have never seen such an evil curse technique that does not harm your spiritual soul and physical health. It just devours your luck so erratic. Is there any more detrimental skill in this world than this?"

"Amitabha, shut up!"

The monk finally spoke with a bitter expression, "From now on, stop doing things, everyone, let me go in seclusion and stay honestly. This should be the best way to avoid this curse."

"But, Lord Abbot, we won't go back?"

"Or what if we join forces to kill that little bastard?"

"Hmph, if you don't want to die, go by yourself. Moreover, you are right, this is indeed not a simple curse technique. If I expected it, it should be a magic skill!" The monk added another sentence, but just this sentence made the other apostles die as if they were hit by thunder.

Soon the apostle stammered and asked:

"Wait, wait, Lord Abbot, you can eat food randomly, and you can't talk randomly. You and I know what the magic skills represent. Only three of us twelve apostles have mastered three magic skills. Even if the little bastard completed the three levels of evolution by chance and obtained the prototype of the magic skills in the middle, how could he master such a cursed magic skills?"

"This is not a question. In fact, this proves one thing. The civilization fault lost by the Dahe civilization must be in the earth's civilization. At least, that civilization fault has left a deep mark in the earth's civilization. As for why the little bastard mastered the magical skills of curses, sorry, only ghosts know."
Chapter completed!