Sometimes it's too difficult to choose, especially if you don't know much about the choice.

In many previous choices, Qin Chuan didn't seem to be a choice because I didn't feel embarrassed.

A choice that is not difficult is not a choice. The choice is based on a dilemma. That is the choice.

Just like now, joining Xuanwu Palace does not make him feel that it is the best choice, but this situation does not seem to be better without joining.

Now no one except Xuanwu Palace has come to find himself, and it shouldn't be difficult to choose to join that one.

But in fact, it is not the case. Sometimes the choice is to choose or reject, not to choose between the two.

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At the same time, a group of people who met at the Jiutian Demon Temple would be a little surprised if Qin Chuan was there. Although he had thought about it, he would still be surprised.

Cang Lan!

Canglan boy!

The person headed by him is the son of Cang Lan. Many of the remaining people will also know Qin Chuan. For example, Brother Le, who was neither male nor female, was abolished by Qin Chuan and became the inheritor of the silkworm.

There are surging winds that betray the temple of war, the heir to the overlord.

There is another person who cannot be ignored, the Lord of Abandonment!

Perhaps this person's horror is above Cang Lan's son. This is an absolutely powerful existence. Perhaps only Cang Lan's existence can make him surrender.

Many people greeted Cang Lan, headed by an old man, an old man in black.

Very ordinary, the surface looks ordinary like an ordinary old man, with dry and cracked skin, deep wrinkles, cloudy eyes, and thin bones like a dead body.

If you insist on a difference, it is the cold air exuding from him.

This kind of cold is not cold in the snow, it is a cold that goes straight into the soul, a cold of the mind.

After seeing the Cang Lan, the old man's calm face couldn't help shaking, it was excited.

As an old man and his age, even if the sky goes down, he may not change his expression, but now he is so excited just to see the blue sky. It is estimated that only the old man knows it.

Cang Lan saw that the old man did not change much, and walked over to bow and salute.

"Meet the elders!"

This is the elder of the nine-day demon temple.

The great power of the ancestral gate is sometimes not the lord of the ancestral gate, and the dynasty also had the princes who ordered the princes and had the right to pierce the court.

The elder of the Jiutian Demon Temple is actually the demon master of the Demon Temple.

It has the same magic with the War God Temple, the War God Temple is split, and the Jiutian Demon Temple is not much better.

The gates of the great forces, unless one is strong enough to suppress everything easily, such as those who opened the school and established the emperor, the emperor, the only one who was shocked.

"Elder, is the person you are looking for that will lead us to the demon temple to become powerful?" A cold middle-aged man next to the old man looked at Cang Lan and asked.

The old man didn't answer right away, but just paused and nodded, "Yes!"

The two words are very firm, which also dispelled some people's doubts.

In the eyes of these people, the old people are regarded as the old age of the wind candle, and even if it seems that the wind can not help but approach the end of the oil lamp, but these people still know the old man's horror.

"You and me!" The old man said directly to Cang Lan.

"Elder, may I ask ..."

"It's an opportunity. While I still have more power, let's go. I have no other choice. You will be a new generation of real devil." The old man said with a smile on his face.

This smile looked a little warm on the old man's face, but it was a little cold, and there was a longing and expectation, and a cruel bloodthirsty.

But it doesn't make people feel at odds.

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