The owner of Minghuafang seemed to be jealous of something, his face slightly changed, and said: "This matter, please forgive Qian Cheng, I can't answer the old man."

　　 "Why not, let me guess. If I guess right, you can just deny it!"

　　 Zhang Ruochen said: "Yuyuanxuan, is Huangtian and the White Queen's acquaintance, or is it a place of rupture?"

The owner of 　　Minghuafang smiled bitterly, thinking that the other party was too bold, how could he say such words casually? Really be the white queen, can't hear their conversation?

　　 But, she did not deny it after all.

　　 Zhang Ruochen showed a clear look, and said: "I have one last question. How sure is the Goddess Twelfth Square to refine the first Goddess City into a God City?"

　　 Hearing this, the owner of Ming Hua Fang moved in his heart and quickly said: "If there is a Tianzun Baosha, the opportunity is great. Is the Tianzun Baosha really in the hands of the old man?"

Zhang Ruochen did not answer her question, and said: "The opportunity is great? As far as I know, the entire **** world is only ten **** cities, each of the ten tribes owns one. These ten **** cities are ten tribe sages for hundreds of millions of years. Accumulation, consumption of countless resources, and continuous refinement, can reach the level of God City."

　　 "Although the foundation of Goddess First City was built by Xinghuan Tianzun. However, compared with the accumulation of ten tribes since ancient times, it is still far behind."

　　 "Want to transform into a **** city, how easy is it?"

The owner of Minghua Workshop shook his head lightly and said: "The ten great **** cities built by the ten tribes of the **** world can naturally not be built by a few million years, perhaps one generation of Tianzun. It takes hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, and it takes generation after generation. Only if the gods and gods work together to succeed."

　　 "Such a **** city can be attacked by contemporary Tianzun Haotian and Emperor Fengdu, and neither can be broken."

　　 "However, in ancient times, the definition of God City was much looser. As long as the two conditions are met, it can be called God City."

　　 "First, the city of God must be located above the veins, which can satisfy at least a hundred gods to practice."

　　 "Second, the defensive power of the **** city can withstand the attacks of the gods on the outside, and can resolve the battle aftermath of the gods in the heavens."

　　 Zhang Ruochen showed a stunned look, and said, "So the Goddess Twelve Squares, the God City to be built, is this level of God City?"

"The troubled times have come, Xing Huantian has a special geographical location, and the Goddess Twelve Squares are a group of women. If you don't build a **** city, how can you stand? Let alone a foothold, any **** will come to make Xing Huantian instantly Destroying the world and exterminating the race, turning all the women in the Goddess Twelfth Square into slaves and playthings, there is no power to fight back."

The master of Ming Hua Fang had a charming face, but he was bitter, and said: "Fortunately, Heaven and Hell have always maintained a delicate balance. Only Xing Huantian can survive to the present with his sensitive geographic location. And now, this balance is about to be reached. Being broken, we have no choice but to refine the city of God."

　　 "I have never thought about taking Xinghuantian elsewhere? For example, leaving this star field and completely taking refuge in the **** world." Zhang Ruochen could feel the helplessness in her heart, and her heart was heavy.

　　The owner of Minghuafang asked rhetorically, "Has the old man been to the City of Hundred Races?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen nodded.

The master of Minghuafang said: "You said, why didn't the various races in the city of the hundred races completely take refuge in a certain big race in the **** world, and lead to the star region where that big race is located, but united together to build this city comparable to the gods. The holy city?"

　　 "Because they know that the resources in the universe are limited. No big clan will allocate them cultivation resources, but will guard against them. Finally, from guarding to slavery."

"To build a city of a hundred races, they can still make friends with the big clans in the **** world, and even rely on them. However, they can have a lot of autonomy and voice, and will not be completely enslaved, and will not be reduced to when the war breaks out. cannon fodder."

　　 "So, once Xing Huantian leaves this star field, Goddess Twelfth Square will only fall down quickly, and then will be eaten up by the belt bones."

　　 "And the Goddess Twelfth Square is also inseparable from Xing Huan Tian, ​​because the woman in the Square has been closely connected with the entire Xing Huan Tian, ​​and the relationship is intricate."

"In fact, in the universe, if a race or a big world wants to survive, if you want to survive standing, you must fight desperately. The more you shrink back, the faster you die. The more you want to depend on others, the more Humble and humble, you can only live on your knees. Isn't this kind of living more painful than death?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen didn't expect that the owner of Minghua Fang saw the situation so thoroughly, and he looked at her with admiration.

The owner of Minghuafang smiled bitterly: "Does the old gentleman think that as a woman of the 12th Goddess Square, saying these words is too ironic? In the eyes of outsiders, there is no such thing as the 12th Goddess Square and the Mortal Qing/lou or prostitute/guan. The difference is that she is the lowest and humble woman who actually wants to stand and survive and fight against her destiny, which is really ridiculous."

　　 "Actually, the women of Goddess Twelve Squares all have miserable life experiences. Most of them were reduced to slaves because of the destruction of the big world and planets. At that time, they were very weak. Our destiny cannot be determined by us."

"Some of us should have been reduced to the blood food of the undead and Raksha tribe. Some should have been refined into the corpse tribe, the bone tribe, or the spirits would be devoured by the ghost tribe. Some should have been confined by chains and changed. Plaything on the bed of the strong."

"It was the city lord who bought us in the first city of Goddess and gave us a place to live. This place is not good, but at least you can still live and practice. Some of them can even be chosen by themselves and their future A monk who wants to marry, or not to marry any monk."

　　 "The Goddess Twelfth Workshop is not a good place for women. But for us, it is already the best place."

　　 "When you are plunged into the abyss, you don't dare to expect the green mountains and waters on the ground. It is already a blessing to be able to see a ray of sunshine in the abyss."

　　 Zhang Ruochen was silent for a long time, and asked: "What about you? You are the Underworld, why did you join Goddess Twelve Workshops?"

The master of Minghuafang looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of memories of the unbearable past, and he said in a dark tone: "Fights and tragedies have never happened only on the battlefield between heaven and hell. You know, Mingzu It’s huge, and the inside is too weak."

The proprietors of the Goddess Twelve Workshops, all of them have a good reputation. I don’t know how many monks who want to be friends with Fangze, or pursue fierce offensive pursuits, or regard them as inviolable goddesses, or as those who want to conquer and possess. Famous flower.

　　 But who knows that behind their dazzling beauty, there are suffering, sadness, involuntary feelings, and a desire to survive standing?

　　Of course, many of them are really fallen.

　　 "I must become stronger, I must break through to become a higher god, at the expense of everything. Only the stronger the cultivation base, can I have more voice and shelter more women with the same tragic experience." Ming Hua Fang said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen looked at the enchanting jade face and figure of the owner of Ming Hua Fang, but found it unattractive. What touched him was the persistence in the eyes of the master of Minghuafang, and the desire for power.

　　 "I can help you if I am not dead yet." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said, "Thank you, old gentleman! Actually, I know that my qualifications and potential are far less than those of Yuanhui-level representatives. It is my last chance to break through the upper gods through music. . And this opportunity is still very slim, but no matter how slim it is, you have to fight."

"Your ability to have this firm heart already shows that being able to become a **** is not accidental. As for the realm of a higher god, how difficult is it, in my opinion, any **** can reach it. What you have to fight is The level of the great **** is too real." Zhang Ruochen said.

　　Any **** can reach it?

　　 This old gentleman really doesn't practice martial arts, and he doesn't know how difficult it is to break through the divine realm. Every level is a big barrier.

　　 It is impossible for most of the gods to cultivate to the realm of higher gods.

　　 As for the realm of the Great God, she didn't even think about it.

　　Because, only the gods who have survived the first Yuanhui catastrophe and get the training of Yuanhuijie can they have the opportunity to attack the realm of the great **** in the next Yuanhui.

　　Before the catastrophe of the Du Yuanhui, the existence of a great **** is rare.

The owner of 　　Minghuafang only hopes that he can cultivate to the realm of higher gods, and he didn't even expect to survive the first Yuanhui disaster. Because only the strong among the upper gods can get through.

When the owner of 　　Minghuafang left, the sky was already white.

　　 In the early morning, the frost and fog were lost.

　　 Zhang Ruochen just stood up, and the voice of the owner of Minghua Workshop sounded outside: "I have seen Young Master Yan."

　　 Then, her footsteps disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Yu's figure. He shuttled between the musical instruments and walked over here. He smiled softly: "The old man has a high level of musicality, and the music he plays is a natural sound. The juniors are outside, I don't know. I listened for a while, and I was yearning for it. I really wanted to see your old man, but I didn't dare to interrupt halfway. I had to wait until the old professor was over before I dared to come to visit."

　　 Yan Yu has gone through the divine calamity~lightnovelpub.net~ and stepped into the divine realm.

　　 Even more incredible is that he is already a middle god.

　　 In just a few decades, it is obviously impossible to do it. It must have borrowed a sophisticated time formation.

　　 Zhang Ruochen had a good impression of Yan Yu and said: "Second Young Master is polite. You don't have to be a younger generation. Everyone is a god. Just talk about friendship with other generations."

　　 Yan Yu did not expect that the other party's personality is so easy-going, and smiled: "It's really a blessing for Yan to be able to get along with her husband."

　　 Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Yu could not come just because of the rhythm, and said: "How come the second son lives in Weiming Villa?"

　　 "The Yuyao priest has a deep friendship with the Yan Luo clan. Since he has come to Xinghuantian, he naturally wants to visit him." Yan Yu said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen asked quickly: "Other gods of the Yan Luo clan also live in Weiming Villa?"

Yan Yu could not figure out why the other party suddenly asked such a question, and said with a smile: "The Yan Luo clan is not very interested in the Linglong Conference. I am the only one who just broke through to the realm of the middle god, and has the idea of ​​competing with this new **** of Yuanhui. That’s why I came to Xinghuantian to join in the fun. Other gods did not come. Sir, could it be someone who knew our Yan Luo clan?"

　　 Yan Yu is a very smart person, and he noticed something from Zhang Ruochen's inadvertent expression.

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