God Emperor

"Master, why? Why? Why...what..."

Outside the temple at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Huang Yanchen lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. In his mind, only the indifferent look in Zhang Ruochen's eyes when he left was left.

The more indifferent those eyes were, the deeper the pain in her heart would be.

Queen Chi Yao's voice came out: "In one's life, one always has to make a choice. Since you choose to stand on the emperor's side, it means that you must lose the other side. Even gods cannot take care of both, let alone Not to mention you?"

"But……"

"There is no but, after making a choice, there is a road of no return ahead."

Queen Chi Yao's voice seemed particularly ruthless, and every word was like an iceberg, hitting Huang Yanchen hard.

Dazai Wang Shiqi, wearing a purple Kun official uniform, walked quickly outside the Yuanchu Temple, glanced at Huang Yanchen not far away, then knelt down respectfully on the ground and said: "Zhang Ruochen is a man of heaven and earth. If this prodigy is used by the imperial court, he will definitely be a hero of the human race. I admire this son very much. But now, he has developed a demonic heart and is extremely angry with the queen. He will be a big trouble for the imperial court, the world and Kunlun in the future. The world is no longer subject to war. I believe that he cannot be allowed to leave and must be killed. "

In the distance, the faces of the Holy Book Talented Girl, Canglan Martial Saint, and Qing Mo who were kneeling on the ground all changed.

Because they also knew very well that Wang Shiqi was extremely accurate in identifying people, and he was absolutely right. Zhang Ruochen was indeed a world-shattering prodigy. He was the best in the world in defeating the Nine Realms with one person. In the future, once he grows up, he will definitely be the great enemy of the imperial court.

Because of this, they were extremely worried, worried that Zhang Ruochen would be wiped out if he could not leave the imperial city today.

In the temple at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Queen Chi Yao's voice sounded: "Will it be a big trouble?"

"That's right. This son has always been the focus of the imperial court. With his terrifying cultivation speed, it may only take fifty years to reach the realm of a great sage, and three hundred years to become a god. I believe that Zhang Ruochen is very dangerous. , far surpassing the Death Chan Patriarch and Kong Lanyou. The queen must be guarded and killed early." Wang Shiqi said.

"It takes fifty years to become a great saint, and three hundred years to become a god. Has there been such a person since the beginning of the world?" Queen Chi Yao's tone was very calm, but everyone could hear the disdain in her words.

"No, but Zhang Ruochen's talent is extremely high..."

Before Wang Shiqi finished speaking, Queen Chi Yao interrupted him and said: "So what if the talent is extremely high? Since ancient times, has no one's talent been comparable to Zhang Ruochen?"

"That's not the case... Although Zhang Ruochen's talent is rare and can be called the first person since the Middle Ages, in the Kunlun world, one or two monsters like him will always be born every one hundred thousand or hundreds of thousands of years. For example, the Thousand Bones Empress from 100,000 years ago was not weaker than him in all aspects. Going back to ancient times, ancient times, Xuangu... In the ancient times, there was no one like Zhang Ruochen and the Thousand Bones Empress. Thousands, maybe eight hundred.”

Queen Chi Yao said: "Can all of these people reach the realm of the Great Sage, or the realm of gods?"

"No. Even the Thousand Bones Empress failed to become a god." Wang Shi said curiously.

"In that case, why should the Queen be afraid of a mere ant still living in the mire?"

Queen Chi Yao's tone was full of majesty and domineering, and she raised her voice: "Under the thousands of feet of soil in Kunlun Realm, there are countless heroes' bones buried. One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not more. It takes fifty years to become a great saint. , three hundred years to become a god? Wang Shiqi, how many years have you practiced? "

In front of a god, Wang Shiqi felt a huge pressure. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stared at the ground and said, "One thousand two hundred and forty years."

"How talented are you?"

"My lord, I consider myself no weaker than anyone in the world." Wang Shiqi said.

Queen Chi Yao said: "Who can cultivate to your level, whose talent and understanding are not at the top level? But, you know why, after practicing for one thousand two hundred and forty years, you still have not made a breakthrough to the great level. Holy realm?”

"Please give me some advice, Queen." Wang Shiqi kowtowed again.

"If you want to reach the realm of a great sage, or even a realm of gods, it doesn't matter how talented you are, but your heart. When you kneel in front of me, it is already destined that you will not reach the realm of a great sage." Queen Chi Yao said.

Wang Shiqi's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he said, "Why..."

Queen Chi Yao said: "The Great Sage is the emperor in the holy way. Those with an emperor's heart will not yield to others. Those with a divine heart will be indomitable. Below the Great Sage, one relies on talent. Above the Great Sage, one relies on talent. It’s heart-training.”

"Those who have an emperor's heart will not give in to others. Those who have a god's heart will never give up."

"Don't give in to others, be persistent despite all odds."

Wang Shiqi was chanting softly while comprehending.

"When you knelt down in front of this emperor, the way of the Great Sage was already destroyed. In this regard, you are far worse than the ancestors of Death Chan and Kong Lanyou. Their future achievements are destined to be far higher than You." Queen Chi Yao said.

Wang Shiqi understood the key and said: "Please give me the Queen's advice on how to refine your heart?"

"Refining the heart is like refining weapons. Only by using the strongest fire to refine, the coldest water to temper, and the best weapon refiner can you create an invincible magic weapon in the world. If you want to withstand the most intense The strongest fire and the coldest water are the best iron in the world."

"What is the strongest fire and what is the coldest water?" Wang Shiqi asked.

"The fire that refines the heart, the strongest thing is anger. As for the coldest water..." Queen Chi Yao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Go and realize it yourself."

In the temple at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Queen's voice murmured to herself: "It takes fifty years to become a great saint, and three hundred years to become a god. How easy is it? I'm afraid even the strongest fire and the coldest water will not be able to temper it."

"That being said, Zhang Ruochen is nothing to be afraid of."

Wang Shiqi thought for a while and then said: "There is another thing. The chess game of heaven and earth shows that the ten blood emperors of the immortal blood clan and the master of the immortal temple have all escaped from the Northern Territory and are heading towards Manji Island."

Queen Chi Yao looked a little disdainful and said: "The ten blood emperors are just ten self-righteous frogs in the well. In the undead blood clan, even Pluto only dares to call himself king, but they dare to call themselves emperor. Anyway, they dare to call themselves emperor, at least they are With an unyielding heart, the frog in the well is better than the ant, so I will personally send them on their way."

"Wow——"

The next moment, a colorful divine cloud flew out of the Central Imperial City and headed straight to the north.

"Didn't the Queen say that she doesn't want to kill people today? The heart of God is indeed unpredictable." Wang Shiqi looked at the distant divine cloud, shook his head gently, and said again: "Those who have the heart of the emperor, Those who are unyielding to others will never give up.”

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With one person's power, he severely damaged the nine realms. This battle made all the monks in the imperial city feel numb.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's face dull as he walked step by step towards the outside of the imperial city, no one dared to take action easily. They are not the nine realms. The nine realms all have powerful systems and strong vitality. Even if their bodies are cut off, they will not die.

If their bodies were cut off, they would definitely die.

"There is no need to rush to take action. He will die naturally after all the blood is shed. After he falls, it will not be too late to seize the treasures from him."

Many monks with ill intentions were following Zhang Ruochen, waiting for him to fall before rushing forward.

Those who had a good impression of Zhang Ruochen did not dare to help him, but only showed sympathetic expressions. After all, the person Zhang Ruochen offended was the Queen, the entire court, and even the entire world.

Who can bear the terrible consequences of helping him?

In the wind and snow, with every step Zhang Ruochen took, a large amount of blood spilled from his chest. His face became paler and paler, and his whole body became cold. The snowflakes falling on his face did not melt and condensed into a layer of ice crystals.

There were more and more monks following Zhang Ruochen, but Zhang Ruochen did not fall down and walked out of the Central Imperial City.

"It's really upsetting to see him looking like he's dying."

"If you want to die, just die quickly. Even though you were so seriously injured, your heart was pierced and all your blood was drained, you still haven't fallen down yet."

Some people are already very impatient and ready to take action.

Two old men rushed out of the clouds and landed in front of Zhang Ruochen.

One of the old men rushed up and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's shoulders and said: "Finally found you, boy, quickly hand over my Thousand Leaf Sacred Core Grass. If the alcoholic madman hadn't had a powerful nose and smelled your scent, he would have been... You ran away... Oh my god... Why were you injured so badly, all the blood drained..."

"Really or not, are you dead?"

The drunk maniac's face hardened, he moved closer, looked at the frozen wound at Zhang Ruochen's heart, and then took a breath of cold air.

The two old men had just arrived in the imperial city and had no idea what was going on.

After Gu Songzi and Liquor Madman escaped from Xianji Mountain, they were looking for Zhang Ruochen. After all, Zhang Ruochen had the formula for the Six Saints Climbing Heaven Wine and Qianye Sacred Core Grass, which they wanted very much, so they were very afraid of being stolen by Zhang Ruochen. .

"It's amazing, it's amazing. After all the blood was shed, he should have died, but he still had one breath left." Gu Songzi stroked his beard and shook his head, feeling incredible.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and save people." The alcoholic madman urged.

The drunk madman stretched out a palm and hit Zhang Ruochen on the back. A strong holy energy surged out and penetrated into Zhang Ruochen's body.

In an instant, all the ice on Zhang Ruochen's body melted.

At the same time, Gu Songzi took out three holy pills in succession, namely a blood holy pill, a healing holy pill, and a life-extending holy pill, and fed them all into Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

In today's world, I am afraid that only a master of alchemy like Gu Songzi can draw out three different holy elixirs in a row.

Seeing that Drunken Maniac and Gu Songzi were actually rescuing Zhang Ruochen, the monks who followed Zhang Ruochen were naturally very angry.

"Two old immortals came out of nowhere and dared to save Zhang Ruochen. Are you tired of living?"

"You dare to save anyone who offends the Queen. Today, I will kill you on behalf of the Queen."

The monks who were ready to move no longer waited and rushed out one after another, attacking Jiu Kuangzi, Gu Songzi, and Zhang Ruochen, preparing to kill first and then seize the treasure.