The old man with white beard knelt down in front of Zhang Ruochen and said piously: "This lord, please take the sword south as the slave world, and I will do everything I can to enshrine you."

"I am willing to be an adult's slave."

Thirteen holy kings slaves said in unison.

Qi Yang pointed at them, sneer sneer: "What is the status of Ruo Chen, the slaves who are collected are all gods and goddesses, what are you worthy to join him?"

The monks in the Jiannan Realm all gritted their teeth and said nothing.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand to Qiyang and said, "You step back and wait for me."

"A godless slave in a big world without a climate, Ruochen Dalai will understand what they do ... Okay, okay, let me step back ..."

Qiyang was interested, and flew out of the starry rocks, receding into a starry mist hundreds of miles away.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the fourteen monks kneeling on the ground, and saw that they were all shabby and shabby, and inferior to the poor.

"Since you can become the best in the world, you should all be wise men. Why don't you understand the principle of weak meat and strong food? Instead of living with such humiliation, it is better to die violently." Zhang Ruochen said calmly, so he said .

"We can die violently, but ... the souls of Jiannan Realm, what should they do?" The old man with white beard looked sad and full of helplessness.

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, looking at the wrinkled face of the old man with white beard, and said, "How is it humiliating to live as a slave? Is it meaningful to live to die?"

"As long as there is life, there is hope. When dead, there is nothing! Nothing!" Said the old man with a white head, shaking his head.

Zhang Ruochen is not a ruthless person, but it is still difficult to understand the persistence in their hearts.

What is the belief that supports them in their endeavors?

In order to survive, even if you are a slave, even if you don't have dignity, even if you are as cheap as a dog, you must continue to insist. For it is just a trace of hope beyond hope.

Is there any hope for Jiannan's future?

In the future of Kunlun, will it also face the choice of destruction and survival?

Zhang Ruochen stood up, exhaling a long breath, and said, "This is the hunting sky battlefield. Your destiny is doomed to death. No one can change this."

In the mind of monk Jiannanjie, a ray of hope that finally burned up was ruthlessly destroyed.

Yeah, they're a bunch of **** slaves, a bunch of prey.

How could a hunter let go of his prey?

Zhang Ruochen's words turned sharply, and he said, "But there is another sentence in the world, called-ask for others, it is better to ask for ourselves."

"ourselves?"

"What can we do ourselves?"

...

The monks in Jiannan Realm looked at each other and did not understand the meaning of Zhang Ruochen's words.

If begging is useful, who will kneel in humiliation?

Zhang Ruochen said: "If I want to kill you and get points, it's just a matter of fingertips. But if you can play some role, help me do one thing. Although I can't save your life, but I can help the sword Southbound, find a way to live. "

"What's wrong?"

A holy king slave asked quickly.

Zhang Ruochen just looked up and said nothing.

The old man with a white beard understood it and asked, "What do adults want us to do?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "What is the purpose of your coming to Dark Star 7?"

The old man with a white beard answered honestly: "We heard that the first strongest among the slaves, hiding in Dark Star No. 7, can deter monks in the **** world. In order to survive, we came here to take refuge."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "This is also my goal!"

After all, the old man with white beard was able to cultivate to the realm of the Great Sacred by virtue of his own wisdom, and already understood Zhang Ruochen's intention.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you can help me find out the distribution of the heavenly slaves in the star field where the seventh dark star is located, and the location of the emperor's hiding place, I promise you that you will shelter the souls in the south of the sword for 10,000 years."

"Only 10,000 years?" The old man Baixu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It is not short for ten thousand years!"

The old man with white beard had a discussion with the thirteen holy kings, and then kneeled again in front of Zhang Ruochen with a heavy hoe.

He said: "My lord, the Southern Sword Realm is not a small world, but a vast world. Only because of the devastating calamity and the inheritance was broken, no **** has been born."

"Tell me what these are doing?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The old man with white beard stared at the ground and said, "The old man wants to tell the adults that the talents and talents of the South Sword Realm are full of genius, and it is not your burden. As long as the adult is willing to impart the law to them, he will surely become a powerful force in the adult seat. "

Immediately afterwards, the old man with white beard spit out a three-inch sword-shaped token, put it in his hands, and presented it to Zhang Ruochen.

"If an adult would promise me to wait and spread the word to the Jiannan Realm, I would have to fight my life and do the things that the adult told me."

Monks from Jiannan Realm, unison.

There is a tragic and utter desperation in them, knowing that they are dying, and they can only rest all hope on Zhang Ruochen.

Even if this person does not know each other, they have no choice at all.

Zhang Ruochen gently touched the hair above his forehead and said, "You don't seem stupid at all, but you are very clever and will bargain."

"Oldness can see that adults are different from other **** monks. You have a kind heart. You want to help Jiannan Realm. You don't want innocent beings to die in destruction." The old man with white beard said.

Zhang Ruochen smiled coldly: "I have a kind heart? You're afraid you didn't see it, and I didn't blink my eyes when I killed someone."

"But you are willing to shelter the south of the sword for ten thousand years. Even if we haven't completed the task, you will certainly do so, right? Old people will not look wrong." The old man with white beard said.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Don't take it for granted, you can see through me. You can do things honestly. If it is done, it will help me, and I will seriously consider the affairs of Jiannan."

The old man with white beard and the thirteen holy kings were delighted in their hearts, and said in unison: "Please ask your lord to take the order. From now on, your lord is the lord of the south of the sword."

"My lord, please."

"My lord, please."

...

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Zhang Ruochen grabbed the order and squeezed it in his hands. Then, he released the sword prisoner from the purple gold gourd.

"They'll leave it to you! It should be easier for God's slave to spy on God's intelligence."

Zhang Ruochen briefed the Emperor Dao, and then rolled up dozens of holy corpses on the ground, flew out of the starry sky, and met Qiyang.

Qi Yang stared at the starry rocks that had already flew far away and asked, "Where are the dozen or so Tian slaves in Jiannan Realm? Wouldn't you let them go?"

Just now, Zhang Ruochen released the real space of space, covering the entire starry rock, so Qiyang didn't know what was going on inside.

"Shouldn't ask, don't ask more." Zhang Ruochen said coldly with his hands on his shoulders.

Qiyang naturally did not think that those **** slaves begged a few words, and Zhang Ruochen would let them go. However, thinking of the death of the source devil so suddenly, curiosity was suppressed, and he dared not continue to ask.

"Let's go and take me to see Prajna." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang thought he had heard it wrong and was shocked: "Dasheng, what are you doing? Do you want to grab someone directly? There is a big backer behind His Royal Highness, but Dasheng must not mess around."

"It seems you still don't remember what I just said." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang quickly shut up, for a long time, and whispered: "His Royal Highness is surrounded by a large number of strong men from the three races, and Dasheng is so swaying forward, I'm afraid ... not good."

"You're right, you can't shake it up."

Zhang Ruochen shook his body and changed into the appearance of the source devil, saying: "Is this always okay?"

The sound changed, exactly the same as the source demon son.

The breath, eyes, and strength of the body also became flawless.

Qi Yang made three turns around Zhang Ruochen, watching the surging death gas on his body, swallowing a spit.

If not, the Son of the Source Demon died in front of him, and he could not believe it. The man in front of him had actually been changed by Zhang Ruochen.

"Everyone says that the undead blood tribe's changing skills are so powerful, today is a sight!"

Qiyang and Zhang Ruochen flew away with dozens of holy corpses wrapped in the breath of death.

Before long, they came to a rocky asteroid on the edge of dark space.

After verifying their identities, the two passed through a layer of invisible enchantment and entered the asteroid's interior. Until then, Zhang Ruochen felt a strong breath of great saints.

From time to time, there are monks in the Great Sacred Land, who fly by, including the Hades, the Dead, and the Shi.

The number of all the Great Saints adds up, fearing that it is more than a thousand.

On the asteroid, a ceremonial altar was piled up with the body of God slave. The holy sources, like lights, flickered in the altar.

The scarlet sacred blood flowed down from the altar, filling the mysterious inscription on the ground.

Tiannu's body, more than a million, piled up like a hill. The corpse skin is used as a sacrifice flag, the sacred bone is used as a pillar, and soul shadows are flying around the altar, making hoarse howling sounds.

There are nearly three hundred holy saints of the dead, gathered near the altar, and used the power of death to continue the inscriptions.

With each additional inscription, the power of the altar is stronger.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What are you doing to build a death altar?"

Qiyang smiled proudly: "This death altar is built by His Highness Prajna, with sacred and unpredictable power. With it, we can push the entire hunting sky battlefield, even if the emperor came. A dead end. "

Qiyang threw dozens of sacred corpses to a dead grand saint, raised his head, and looked at the death altar exuding a terrible breath in front of him, saying, "His Royal Highness Prajna is the genius of the Temple of Destiny, only she. Only in such a short time can such a magnificent masterpiece be built. "

"Is this the secret weapon you used to battle Dark Star No. 7?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang was worried that Zhang Ruochen would destroy the altar, smiled, and quickly said: "The altar of death has been basically completed and has the power of self-defense. Ruochen must not rush."

"What if I want to shoot?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang anxiously said: "There are nearly three hundred dead saints near the death altar. If the strength of the dust saint has just been mobilized, they will have induction and release the power of death and combine with the death altar. Together. "

"The death consciousness of nearly three hundred saints gathered together, and the increase of the altar, the power that erupted, I am afraid I can't resist the current cultivation of Ruochen saint."

Immediately afterwards, Qi Yang bowed and said quickly: "The younger brother definitely did not mean to threaten the Great Saint, he was thinking about the safety of the Great Saint, and also considering his own life."

Prajna's stunning figure came out of a gray light door below the altar, looking at the two of them.

Qiyang gave birth to the induction, and quickly stood up straight again, a smile appeared on Junmei's face, saying: "Have seen His Highness Prajna, His Highness has become more and more clear and dusty, like a nine-day moon."

Prajna is tall and has a stream of water flowing around her body. Every inch of her skin escapes the light of fate, which is in stark contrast to the deadly environment here.

Her eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen's body, saying: "The original source of the devil is also here. I'm looking for you and follow me into the altar."

After speaking, Prajna took one step into the altar.

Qi Yang stared at Zhang Ruochen's side face for a moment.

God!

If it was outside the death altar, of course Zhang Ruochen could not destroy the altar. However, once he entered the interior, the altar's self-defense failed. According to Zhang Ruochen's terrible cultivation, they went to the altar built by the three families, and they would be demolished in no time.

More importantly, the altar is full of secret lines, and even the deities cannot detect what is happening inside.

Zhang Ruochen originally came for the Prajna. What should I do if I enter the altar and I want to smoke?

Prajna was simply drawing the wolf into the room.

Qi Yang was so anxious that he tried to open up Zhang Ruochen's identity several times, because the image of Yuan Mo's tragic death appeared in his mind, and he restrained.

That picture may be the shadow of his life.

"I will not disturb His Royal Highness and Prajna."

Qiyang turned and wanted to leave, but found that he could not move, and Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded in his ears: "If you go with me, if you dare to escape, or if you want to reveal my identity, I can guarantee that you will die better than the source demon It ’s worse. "

"I ... I don't want to disturb you ..."

Qiyang was miserable, followed Zhang Ruochen and entered the altar.

In the altar, the rules of heaven and earth are disordered.

The holy sources emit bright brilliance, releasing a large number of rules of the Cause, forming a chaotic environment.

The ground is a liquid plane like the water surface. When you step on it, there will be ripples.

Prajna was holding the turquoise destiny disk and stood in the center. With her flick of the jade hand, the bright door of the true self appeared.

"Go with me into the door of the true self," she said.

Qiyang was curious and asked: "The gate of the true self is interwoven with the rules of destiny, and there is His Real World of His Highness Prajna. What do we enter?"

"Don't ask so much, just go in."

Immediately, Prajn's eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took the lead and went in.

Qi Yang thought secretly in his heart, "Is Your Highness Prajna so intelligent that she has seen through the true face of Zhang Ruochen, so you want to trap him in the real world?"

The more he thought, the more it made sense, and he quickly followed and stepped into the door of the true self.

Inside the door of the true self, there is another scene, a white expanse, only one white stone island suspended in it.

The sky is eternally raining.

Rain is also white.

"Didi!"

Zhang Ruochen stood on the island, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain, smelling the fragrance coming near him, and said, "Every monk can cultivate a world of his own. What the heart is like, what the world is like. I do n’t Think of it, your world is so simple and pale. Why is there no vitality? "

Prajna stood next to Zhang Ruochen, her eyes stared straight ahead, and her eyelashes were long and crooked. She said, "The more I think about my heart, the more I am wrong. I'm not really simple and pale, I just have to choose this way."

"Can't you let the rain stop?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said, "Why stop? I think it's fine."

Qi Yang stood aside and couldn't understand what they were saying, but instinctively felt that both Prajna and Zhang Ruochen were weird.

The two of them, in Qiyang's view, one was icy and ruthless.

At this moment, how do you look at it?

Prajna usually communicates with the source demon **** son, which is completely different.

When Zhang Ruochen killed the source demon **** son, he was by no means so calm and warm.

Suddenly, Prajna asked Zhang Ruochen a question that made Qi Yang's heart beat: "Is the source devil still alive?"

"It's dead!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "Because of Kunlun Realm, who killed him?"

"Because of myself."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want her to continue to ask, and said, "How do you see through my thirty-six invisible changes?"

"Do you think that I am the same as me? In fact, you don't need to look. When you appear in front of me, I know that person is you ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A person can change everything, but only the heart If it does not change, there must be induction. "Prajna said.

Qiyang was getting more and more wrong, and felt that he had heard what he shouldn't listen to, and knew what he shouldn't know, and his whole body was cold, and there was a sense of disaster.

"Boom!"

He knelt on the ground, and trembled, "Two ... bits, I didn't hear anything, and I didn't know anything. Will you let me leave the real world now? Okay? Your secrets, I have no interest.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to be incapable of hearing him and said, "I'm coming to you this time, but I just want to understand a question."

"What question?"

"Why did Emperor Xi appear on the battlefield of Kiriten? Is it the chess played by the emperor?" Zhang Ruochen said.

...

Prajna said: "Happy Valentine's Day to all readers! I forgot to buy gifts for my girlfriend's children's shoes, and I feel moved."