Barrier of Light

Ice sea.

Days of anger finally dissipated.

Chunli slowly came to the front of the tide cage. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the man who was only alive in front of him.

The weather in the ice sea has been extremely harsh these days.

For a fourth-level transcendent who owns a domain, this is nothing, but the red dragon is trapped in the power of [Tide]. After the last tragic battle, he doesn't even have the strength to hold up the domain.

Storms swept through it for several days, and the wounds all over Red Dragon's body were torn apart.

"Red Dragon, I have good news for you."

Saint Chunli smiled and said: "The Ancient Literature Society has agreed to all the requirements of the Holy City... It's really surprising. I thought they had given up on you."

"..."

The broken hair was wet by the sea water and fell down, covering the red dragon's face.

He raised his head and looked at the Saint of Spring Plow in front of him.

"Let them go."

The red dragon's voice was very hoarse.

"Let them go?"

Sage Chunli seemed to have heard a very funny joke. He looked at the red dragon jokingly, smiled and asked: "Are you begging me? Are you qualified to beg me?"

The red dragon was silent again for a few seconds.

He lowered his head and said softly: "I'm not begging you."

Saint Chunli frowned, somewhat confused.

"I know that the entire sea area of ​​Yuanting Island... belongs to you."

Hong Long chuckled in a low voice, and even used the words of honor: "So you have seen everything that happened here, and you have listened to every word and word that Chunli and I talked about. middle."

He seemed to be talking to himself.

but……

This is not nonsense.

Saint Chunli knew that what Red Dragon said was not an exaggeration. This entire sea area belonged to Lord God.

Lord God does not need to show his face.

【Tide】You can listen to the sounds of everything in this sea area.

Saint Chunli's expression turned gloomy. Did the red dragon want to bypass him and talk directly to Lord God?

What are you thinking!

Lord God, how could you pay attention to a prisoner?

However, in the next moment, countless winds and waves swirled around the water surface, as if responding to the whisper of the red dragon, the broken ripples rolled over the sea, and the face of the sage Chunli suddenly became serious.

"Lord God!"

Saint Chunli said solemnly: "I can handle this matter properly without you having to do anything personally..."

"I don't care how I end up."

The red dragon raised his head, looked at the tides swirling around him, and suddenly asked: "I can die, in Central Continent, in the ice sea, anywhere... But if I am destined to die, why not let me die?" Is my death more valuable?"

Saint Chunli was stunned.

"I want to meet you in person."

The red dragon raised his cheeks and grinned, revealing blood stains on his face, and said: "As...the former number one divine envoy of the Tower of Source."

That’s it for now.

No matter how much Sage Chunli wanted to interrupt, he couldn't speak.

"Just back off."

Above the sea, a calm explanation came from the God of Storms.

Saint Chunli had a complicated expression and could only lower his head obediently, gritted his teeth and said, "It's... sir."

He is inferior to one person in Nanzhou and superior to ten thousand people.

But there are some things that he can't decide after all.

The Storm God Seat asked him to leave, so he had no choice but to leave.

After bowing his head, Saint Chunli didn't hesitate at all. He directly stepped on the tide and fled away.

"Crash..."

In front of the water cage, a figure rises from the ground, its feet close to the sea surface, swaying with the waves.

The God of Storms said calmly: "You want to see me? Now you have seen me."

The red dragon smiled.

He stretched out a palm and wiped the blood on his cheek.

He knew that the Storm God Seat was always paying attention to him...

In the battle between himself and Chunli, no matter how he fought, he was destined to lose.

Even if he really risked his life, it would be meaningless.

Because once an accident occurs, the God of Storms will take action. In this sea area, he is the only king.

But even so.

The red dragon still chooses to fight like a mad dog with the Saint of Chunli. He doesn't care about losing the battle. What he wants... is the attitude of the God of Storms. Suppress them with all their strength, and with Saint Chunli's hatred for the Guwen Society, he will definitely not be left alive.

But unfortunately, Saint Chunli did not kill himself.

do not kill.

This is the attitude of the storm.

On the one hand, it is to keep the red dragon as a bargaining chip...

On the other hand, Red Dragon guessed that the Storm God Seat really didn't want to kill him.

He had no evidence and could only guess.

As the first divine envoy of the Tower of Source, he is highly talented and strong enough.

The most important thing is to know the intelligence of Central Continent!

If such a person could stay under his command, it would be better than killing him.

"I want to live."

Red Dragon took a deep breath and spoke word by word.

No more words.

Stay alive.

This is human instinct and the most important tenet in the supernatural world.

No one wants to die, not even the Red Dragon.

"You're just cargo."

The God of Storms said calmly: "Whether you survive in the end depends on who buys you."

If Zhongzhou makes a deal.

So... judging from Red Dragon's betrayal of the Tower of Origin, it would be difficult for him to survive.

"You're right."

The red dragon still did not forget to use the honorific. He smiled hard and said: "But isn't it up to you to decide whether I am goods? If I guessed correctly, even if you got the 'chip', you didn't intend to just use me like this. Put it back?"

"ha……"

A meaningful smile appeared on the face of the Storm God.

He rarely smiled.

"You are indeed a smart man."

Storm said softly: "I'm not going to let you go, no matter if it's Central Continent or the Ancient Literature Society, they won't get you..."

in his plan.

The Red Dragon is leaving Nanzhou with the Storm.

the reason is simple.

The people of the holy city are withered, and the storm is huge. This relocation can take away more than 10,000 people, which is more than enough to bring the core members of the church.

But no one knows what will happen during the wandering journey in the [Old World].

For the God of Storms, the more capable people and generals under his command, the more the better.

He can't do everything by himself.

A spring plow saint is obviously not enough!

Therefore, the God of Storms planned to suppress the red dragon first, then bring it to the Storm, slowly assimilate it, inspire it, and try to see if it can transform the red dragon into its believer.

Looking at it now, it seems that this matter is not as troublesome as expected.

"I can probably guess what you are going to do..."

Red Dragon lowered his eyes and said slowly: "When I was stationed on Yuanting Island, I discovered some doubts. The Church of Storms seems not to be interested in the war in the Five Continents. I guess you are planning to leave here."

The explosion at the ice sea ruins.

The intention is actually somewhat obvious.

Storm smiled: "So?"

Red Dragon brought the topic back to himself: "So this transaction is not important, you won't hand me over anyway."

The red dragon said seriously: "Make a deal with me. I will be your saint, the one who can take out your heart and lungs... Even if you want to escape, the church still needs a strong man who can calm down the situation. We need a No. 2 figure who can form a check and balance with 'Chunli'."

In today's Storm Church, the Holy Throne is not present, but the Saint Chunli handles all affairs by himself.

In fact.

The God of Storms issued an order to the Saint Chunli, conveying his desire to keep the red dragon for his own use...

However, the hatred of Chunli Sage towards the "Guwenhui" made him "torture" beyond the limits of the decree.

Judging from the results, this is a good thing.

Chunli's oppression, torture, and promotion of the Red Dragon led to today's situation.

But judging from the source of spring plow root selection...

This is a bad thing.

The orders of the throne should be unconditionally believed by the saints under his command, even if they know that this is a wrong order, if it is carried out, it will be a big mistake.

Right or wrong is a matter for God.

Whether to do it or not is what the saint should consider.

Chunli's behavior this time made the Storm God a little unhappy. There were many similar unhappiness, but he never mentioned it, because the Holy City cannot leave this saint... Such a huge organization has only one spiritual leader. is far from enough.

The Tower of Origin is a good example.

Although Qinglong is the supreme ruler of the Tower of Origin, the priest system was established by Tianshui.

The God of Storms doesn't want his church to follow the same old path, but his relationship with Chunli is different from that of Qingyun Tianshui.

The sage Chunli is his loyal follower.

The "source of authority" he possesses can be withdrawn at any time as long as he wants.

Chunli can control most of the Church of Storms.

And he can control the complete spring plow.

"You seem to have made a mistake."

The Storm God Throne shook his head, and said indifferently: "From the beginning to the end, you are not qualified to do business with me."

"I really don't have the qualifications to do business with you."

The red dragon smiled and said: "But I have the right to retain my final dignity."

"I want to live...but I'm not afraid to die either."

"If you really want to take me under your command, then just let go of the Ancient Literature Society. This is the only thing I care about in Wuzhou."

The Red Dragon said hoarsely: "This is my only request."

The Storm God Throne fell silent after hearing the words.

What he wants most is a red dragon who is thoughtful, intelligent, capable of action, and willing to work for himself from the bottom of his heart.

If you get it, it's an empty shell of a walking dead.

Then, it is better to kill.

As a god, he has many ways to invade the red dragon's spiritual sea, "will cleanse" it, and even try to tamper with the red dragon's cognition.

But these methods, the storm did not use it from the beginning.

In just thirty or forty years, he has reached the peak of his title, and is only one step away from touching his true origin. Looking at the entire five continents, Red Dragon's talent for cultivation is now among the top five geniuses.

Such a super strong man naturally has his own arrogance!

The God of Storms believed that once he dared to touch the Red Dragon's spiritual sea, the latter would "suicide" without hesitation, without giving himself a chance to tamper with his cognition.

Unless absolutely necessary.

He really didn't want to take the risk.

"Let go of the ancient prose..."

The God of Storms pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's not impossible, how do you want me to let it go?"

"Delay the transaction date of the Ancient Chinese Society."

Red Dragon said calmly: "You probably want to set the transaction date for both parties on the same day, and then trap the traders with the Central Continent Ancient Literature Society's chips."

"..." The Storm God Seat smiled slightly and was noncommittal.

The transaction with the Ancient Chinese Society will be postponed.

It is to dispel the ancient literary society's idea of ​​trading——

Because this dirty trick of trading trap can only be used once!

In the original plan of the Storm God Seat, after this transaction was completed, the church members would immediately board the Storm, leave the ice sea, and go directly south! From now on, all the trivial matters in Wuzhou have nothing to do with me!

"Delaying the deal with the Guwen Society is not a good choice for me."

The God of Storms said calmly: "Why should I agree to you?"

"I swear on my soul."

Red Dragon's voice was very firm.

"If you agree to me today and let the Guwen Society go...then there is no need to worry about how to convert me. I am willing to sacrifice my soul for the Church of Storms and sign a destiny agreement with you. All the contents of the agreement are drafted by you. Write."

The Storm God seat narrowed his eyes.

The conditions offered by the red dragon made him a little moved.

His biggest goal is to accept the Red Dragon.

A super strong man like Red Dragon who is at his peak is a precious resource that no amount of energy boats can exchange for. He can make Red Dragon obey and willing to sacrifice his life.

This deal is worth it!

What's more... he can also take the opportunity to trick Zhongzhou once, and at least get some of the expected trading chips.

For the Storm God Throne, the deal proposed by Red Dragon is far better than taking two batches of resources!

But for Saint Chunli, this deal is not a good thing, because his biggest purpose in suppressing the red dragon is actually to kill the Gu Wenhui once and for all, and kill those he dislikes before leaving Wuzhou. Then quickly, even if you can't kill him, you will still hit him hard.

The God of Storms spared Guwenhui, which not only meant that Chunli's plan failed.

More means.

The Red Dragon will become the number two figure in the Church of Storms. Who else is more trustworthy than the transcendent who has signed a soul contract?

"You have been dormant in the Tower of Source for so many years, haven't you received any tokens from Qingwu?"

Feng Feng remained calm, spoke calmly, and asked a question that was very important to him.

Since Red Dragon is willing to sign a soul contract with himself.

So……

This means that he can train Red Dragon to become his most powerful [Apostle]. As long as he gives Red Dragon a certain amount of time, he can surpass the Saint of Spring Plow without any problem!

But the premise is that the red dragon has not received "pollution" from other fire types.

"Have you forgotten my true identity?"

The red dragon laughed at himself, and said: "I am a spy of the Ancient Literature Society, do you think... I will accept Qinglong's token?"

The Tower of Source had extended an olive branch to him several times.

But the red dragons all declined politely.

This is also due to Mr. Tianshui. As the teacher of Red Dragon, Tianshui refused several token gifts from Qingwu on the grounds that "the Red Dragon God envoy is burdened with a heavy burden and it is inconvenient to leave his post."

The Tower of Origin has never been short of apostles, so this matter was only mentioned a few times, but they were all dropped in the end.

"good very good."

Hearing this, a happy smile finally appeared on the face of the God of Storms.

He waved his sleeves in a friendly manner, and released the water cage that imprisoned the red dragon.

Of course, this is just "superficial".

The God of Storms is standing here. Whether the tidal cage exists or not is not important at all. Even if the red dragon has ten pairs of wings on its back, it will never be able to escape from the ice sea.

"I can promise you to let Gu Wenhui go."

The God of Storms looked down at the man in front of him, and said gently: "But the premise is that you have to sign a soul contract with me now..."

Rumble.

The tide surged, ripples swept across, and a piece of blue light splashed and emerged in front of the red dragon.

That is exactly the "destiny contract" condensed by the Sea of ​​Storms with the power of its own fire seed.

"I'll give you ten minutes to think about it."

"Sign the contract or give up."