Chapter 964: The human heart is more terrifying than aliens
The person who sent the message has been gone for a long time.
Su Miaojin also left. When he left, he gave Xin Zhuo a deep look and left a sentence: "The demon clan is the top three most powerful ethnic group among all clans. After the First Emperor and Tongtian Emperor, the demon clan's Emperor Zifo has suppressed the world for 27,000 years, and there are many masters of the demon clan! Jing Hua Shui Yue, there are also demon clans who have entered the trial.”
This sentence is somewhat inexplicable.
In the bowl with more beef and less noodles, there is still a lot of beef. Next to it is the jade tablet that represents identity, calls for help, and contacts with saints from all over the world.
The guardian of "Hundred Clans Abyss".
Su Miaojin is a rigorous person, and those old guys now know Xin Zhuo well enough, so the danger there is really dangerous, and it is also dangerous if Saint Hunyuan goes there.
Su Miaojin is right at all. Sometimes people’s hearts are more terrifying than aliens.
Even if you are amazingly talented and a Hunyuan Saint, you are still just a human saint, you are not strong enough.
I don’t know what the old ghost master has done to make people angry. As a disciple, you have to bear the responsibility. It’s okay if you are obedient and sensible. If you don’t, they will be afraid of you. On the surface, they can praise you to the sky, so naturally they can. Kick you into the abyss.
That biological father is extremely eager when he needs you, because you are a material that can be made and cultivated. Once he finds that he cannot control you and you are useless, you will still be that boy with impure blood and you can discard him at will. .
The situation has gone round and round, as if it was back to the beginning.
Although no one wants to kill you, they are forcing you to die and fighting against all races. The "Seven Emperors", the Great Sage and the Holy Kings are pressing down on you.
But...
Xin Zhuo's heart was not disturbed, and he even wanted to eat beef.
The only thing those people misjudged about him was that he, a modern soul like Xin Zhuo, had no sense of belonging to any human race or all races. He had no awe-inspiring righteousness, passion, or desperation. He would fight if he could win, but if he couldn't, he would Rebel, follow the Wanzu, and then come back with the Wanzu to counterattack and kill everyone!
If all races were not fools, they would definitely cherish the potential of a Hunyuan Saint!
Moreover, he was even thinking about whether it would be possible to quietly destroy Dongtian and all the major sects in the holy land of the world while all races were fighting, and sacrifice their souls? ”
Then we shouldn’t send it out?
Well, this is a good idea, but it’s too dangerous, so I’ll put it aside for now and talk about it later.
The most urgent thing he needs to do is to be flexible and flexible, pretend not to know on the surface, follow the arrangements, and secretly see if he can make a fortune from the war of all races, seize chestnuts from the fire, and his cultivation level will skyrocket. In the future, when you are so powerful that you can ignore others, you can overturn that mountain!
All in all, the game is alive and well!
Thinking of this, Xin Zhuo divided the bowl of noodles into two bowls and gave one bowl to Xiao Huang. Each person and the dog ate them cleanly.
Then he seemed to realize something. He slammed the table and cursed the Three Character Classic.
The shop owner has been staring at him, and now he approaches cautiously: "Sir, is there something that doesn't suit your taste?"
"It tastes very good, but I forgot to bring money. Those people ran away. I actually don't know them!"
"Uh..."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the shop owner was stunned. On the spot, after a moment, he laughed and said: "For noble people like you, it is really a blessing to the small shop to come to the shop. How can you dare to ask for money? Guests, please go slowly and come often!"
"Walk along! That’s fine! I owe you... fourteen bowls of beef noodles. I’ll give it to you when I come back. If you’re gone, I’ll pay it back to your descendants!”
Xin Zhuo stood up and patted his shoulder. Xiao Huang's body flashed and disappeared into the horizon.
The shop owner looked at his retreating figure, his eyes flashed with light, and he rushed into the house and shouted to his wife: "We are prosperous. A saint's promise is worth ten thousand gold. I, Wang Laowu, will definitely become prosperous in the future. Tell me Son, when the saint comes back from now on, our family will be the emperor, and my temple name will be Yuanzu!”
The daughter-in-law wiped her apron and laughed: “I’m just waiting for the saint’s words, hahaha...”
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At the moment Xin Zhuo left, five figures appeared in the sky, Ye Feiying, Zhao Chunqiu, Ji Fengyu, Yingshi Yinggao and Jiang Wen. There was no look on their faces anymore. lost the original enthusiasm.
"He went?" Ye Feiying asked.
Zhao Chunqiu stroked his beard and said: "A genius naturally has his own perseverance and righteousness, so he will definitely go!"
Ying Gao shook his head and said: "He doesn't know what his master has done. It's a pity. Got a good seedling , this Hunyuan Saint is the only one in the world!"
"It is indeed unjust!"
Ji Fengyu looked ugly, "Although half of the masters from all races above the Great Sage came to attack Si. Most of the formation is in the mountains "But Baizuyuan, thirty people will be ruined if they go! Why should we let him go?"
"Pedantic!" Ye Feiying scolded: "It's because what the Medical Emperor did was too big , this son is disobedient to discipline, cannot be taken away by anyone, cannot be controlled, and has no affection for his biological father. What will happen if he grows up in the future when he learns about the Medical Emperor? "
Ji Fengyu shook his head and looked at Jiang Wen: "What do you think, Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Wen was silent for a long time and said: "There are always people to guard Baizuyuan. It is difficult for all races to fight. There are few saints, but among the human saints, he is the most powerful!"
Ji Fengyu stopped talking.
……
“Whoosh——”
The densely packed figures of warriors in the sky are flying in all directions. Super sects, big sects, martial arts families, and small sects in the world belong to three thousand small formations. They have a one-month deadline to arrive. Anyone who violates will be killed!
Xin Zhuo's momentum was fully activated, and the nine-color saint's true energy spread across the sky. Wherever he passed, countless warriors gave way and saluted respectfully.
Even the quasi-sage masters of their ancestors in the eyes of ordinary warriors also lowered their posture and worshiped sincerely.
"Hunyuan Saint, Xin Zhuo!" "I don't know which small formation is in charge. If it belongs to my own family, I have a greater chance of surviving."
There were even well-informed people who recognized the identity of this nine-color holy relic and showed eagerness on their faces.
However, the nine-color sacred trace did not stay for even a moment, it flashed by and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo's destination was not the "Abyss of Hundred Tribes", but the Imperial Capital of Daqian. He arrived half a day later and jumped into the palace. The nine-color holy rhyme illuminated the entire Imperial Capital of Thousand Miles.
Millions of people, no matter what they were doing, immediately walked out of their houses and bowed in panic.
The big shots in the capital were shocked and rushed out one after another.
Prince Jing Ji Pixuan led a large number of high-ranking civil and military officials, looking flustered and cursing: "Nine-color holy relics, Hunyuan saint? Xin Zhuo, what is this guy doing? He is the one who can resist the catastrophe of all races..."
"Your Highness, you must not disrespect Saint Hunyuan!" Ji Man, the prime minister of Zhongshu Ling, also knew Xin Zhuo, but he was a rigid and conservative person, so he immediately scolded him.
"Got it."
A group of people entered the Lord's Nine Dragon Palace, but there was no one there, and hurried to the secret passage under the Sheji Palace.
Finally, in the endless abyss and the peaks, I saw Xin Zhuo in front of Feng Shuning, Princess Wuyou, Tuoba Linger and others who looked respectful.
He was clasping his hands behind his back and looking down into the abyss.
"Sister...brother-in-law!"
Ji Pixuan swallowed, with a bit of care and envy on his face. It's pitiful. At first, his cultivation level was the same as that of Xin Zhuo, but now he is just Yuanji. Jiulin, it will take some years to become a quasi-sage. Xin Zhuo has become famous all over the world. Who knows the power of Hunyuan? It's only been a few years, and the word "brother-in-law" has to be called out even if it's not necessary.
Xin Zhuo ignored him and just asked softly: "How much longer will it take?"
Feng Shuning and others hesitated for a moment and did not dare to answer.
Ji Pixuan said with a smile: "Your Majesty's cultivation is different from others. This is the best emperor in the world, but Ji paid a huge price for it. As soon as your Majesty makes a breakthrough, he will become a True Yuan Saint or a Xuanyuan Saint!"
< br>Xin Zhuo nodded and looked down into the abyss again. After a long time, he turned around and disappeared in one step.
"Hey..."
Ji Pixuan wanted to say something more, but he was nowhere to be seen, so he had to curse: "You should also say something about yourself!"
...
When Xin Zhuo left the Daqian Imperial Capital, he still did not go to the "Abyss of Hundreds of Clans", but to "Suiyang", a large city 80,000 miles south of the Daqian Imperial Capital, and landed directly on a hundred-foot-tall building.
Nine-colored holy relics are scattered throughout the city.
Millions of soldiers and civilians throughout the city were shocked. They rushed to the tall buildings to pay homage to the holy relics. However, when they got downstairs, they were stopped by a group of mysterious people: "The Wangxian Tower has been occupied. No one can enter!"
This group of people are all in the Lingtai realm, and all of them have murderous intentions.
The crowd was afraid and had to disperse.
At this moment, the five people passed by the guards and hurriedly entered the gate of the tall building.
The shopkeeper of "Wangxian Tower" is a woman. She not only has a beautiful face, but also possesses the cultivation of Hunyuanxu. Everyone admires her from a thousand miles away. At this moment, she greeted five people and saluted respectfully: "Senior Gou, Li Senior, Mr. Zhuge, the big boss is upstairs!”
“I understand, stand down!”
These five people are Xian Gou, Li Guangling, Mr. Wanfa, and the former leader. Duan Dapeng, the leader of Ritian Sect.
The five of them cautiously went upstairs, their faces all red with excitement.
Gou Xian's old face trembled: "In just a few years, this guy Hunyuan Sage has become famous all over the world. He is worthy of being a big boss. I am just at the beginning of Yuanji now, and... I have used public funds for private use and acquired a lot of treasures from heaven and earth. "
Li Guangling also said: "What Lao Gou said is too true. That makes sense!"
Mr. Zhuge was more serious and asked cautiously: "What does Saint Hunyuan mean?"
Xian Gou laughed: "If you don't die, you can't escape the true supreme one!"
Mr. Zhuge’s expression froze.
Duan Dapeng's fat face was trembling and his eyes were bright: "I knew it, our Ritian Sect would be very popular!"
When they reached the top floor, the five people pushed the door open and saw Xin Zhuo and Xin Zhuo who were tasting fruit. Xiao Huang.
"Hahaha..."
"Congratulations, our King Tiandi Network has risen!"
The five people looked up to the sky and laughed, and the tears of the Dapeng's laughter came out .
"Smile, it's a good fortune!"
Xin Zhuo pushed the fruit away and pointed at the table, "Sure!"
(End of this chapter)