I was about to speak when I heard Zhu Xiaoyu's voice from a distance: "As far as I know, Lingguan Sanren also led his disciples of the Coffin Gate as pioneers to face the tribulation and fought a bloody battle against the Heavenly Soul back then."

"Why did you suddenly betray and become the leader of the Ying Tian Alliance?"

Bei Yan Jingyun said, "Why should people defy the heavens? Isn't it good to accept the arrangement of fate and live a lifetime in peace? Anyway, you won't remember the unwillingness of this life in the next."

"Even the Heavenly Dao has closed its eyes. Why should we, these warlocks who cannot become immortals or gods, struggle so hard?"

"Forget it!"

"There's nothing wrong with Ying Tian."

Zhu Xiaoyu was about to say something else, but I raised my hand to stop her, "You don't need to ask anymore. His abandonment of all arrangements is not to comply with the will of Heaven at all."

I said, word by word, "It's because he hates Ye Qianyang."

While Zhu Xiaoyu was stunned, I said sternly, "Do you know why traitors throughout history hate those loyal and righteous people even more than the enemy?"

"It's not entirely because they want to please their masters, but because they have inferiority complex in their bones."

"Just like him!"

I pointed to Bei Yan Jingyun: "The Lingguan Sanren of the past may have really taken action to save the world."

"However, he also saw the power of the Heavenly Soul."

"He was scared shitless. He had no courage. He admitted defeat. He knelt!"

"After he knelt himself, he felt it wasn't enough. He wanted everyone to kneel."

"If everyone kneels, then it's not shameful. It represents a wise choice, a consensus of the world."

"At this time, as long as one person stands, that person is their enemy."

"This kind of hatred is even stronger than the hatred of killing one's father or seizing one's wife."

"They have to prove that they are right, so they have to destroy their homeland, destroy their capital. Whoever stops them is unforgivable."

"Ye Qianyang is wholeheartedly trying to save the warlock path, and he is the person they hate the most."

"Therefore, they want to retaliate against Ye Qianyang and the Coffin Gate in the most brutal and vicious way."

"Only when all the heroes are dead and the world is full of cowards will selling oneself for glory become the righteous path of the world."

"Only when there is no one in the world who yearns for the light can they live comfortably in the mud and gutters."

"Although Ye Qianyang has never attacked them, nor has he harmed them, Ye Qianyang's existence is like a red-hot iron, stuck on their faces, making their faces extremely painful."

"Therefore, they hate Ye Qianyang to the point of psychological distortion."

"They don't hesitate to smuggle into the Yellow Springs again and again, and they don't hesitate to seize and be reborn again and again, to frame Ye Qianyang and destroy the Coffin Gate."

"Then, they can happily and without burden welcome the great tribulation of the warlock path, crawling at their master's feet like dogs, doing everything to please them, and even making suggestive gestures."

"Master of Yi Tian Chess... Hehe... a pitiful person who has spent hundreds of thousands of years just to prove that he is right."

Zhu Xiaoyu looked at Bei Yan Jingyun in horror, and it took a long time to say a word: "So that's how it is!"

Was my evaluation of the Master of Yi Tian Chess nonsense?

It is not!

There must be a reason for a person to hate another person!

If the person being hated is utterly evil, or has a life-and-death feud with the person who hates him, this kind of hatred is not surprising.

However, often a lot of malice and hatred comes from people you don't know at all. You don't understand why he hates you? In fact, he himself doesn't understand, what is this hatred for?

Because he has never faced his own distorted mind.

In order to prove their distortion, these people will transform into demons. No explanation, no pleading, no helplessness, no tragedy can awaken their conscience.

Because their hearts have become ghosts, who can make them human again?

While I was staring at Bei Yan Jingyun, the other party's face was also twitching slightly.

My words had obviously hit his sore spot.

After a long while, Bei Yan Jingyun said sharply: "Li Po, I know that you are Ye Qianyang's brother in this life, no matter how you try to defend him..."

I waved my hand to interrupt him, "First of all, I have to tell you, I am not defending Ye Yang!"

"What do you want to say? First say that Ye Qianyang used unscrupulous means to resist the heavenly tribulation. Exiled warlocks, created ghosts and gods. Passed down secret techniques, created living puppets?"

"To tell you the truth, go tell those bullshit things to others."

"What is a brother? A brother is someone who knows you are wrong, but still has to maintain your dignity in front of outsiders. It's called a brother when you go home to talk about it."

"So, you don't need to talk to me about great principles. Besides, your principles stink worse than farts."

I paused and said, "In addition, I'll also tell you. Do you think you can plot against Ye Yang?"

"This Sunken Yang River is the last chance Ye Qianyang left for you."

"Bei Yan Jingyun? To put it bluntly, Lingguan Sanren is Ye Qianyang's third-generation disciple, which is equivalent to Ye Qianyang's grandson."

"No matter how unfilial the grandson is, the grandfather has to leave him a few chances."

"There's no way, an unfilial son is still a son! You always have to give him a chance to survive, right?"

"It's not too late to cry now!"