God Emperor

When word of this catastrophe of the Fire Tribe reached the main altar of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone felt that the Fire Tribe was so unlucky. If they had directly killed the Shenchu ​​Ghost King, how could they have caused such a big commotion?

No one doubted Zhang Ruochen, and everyone believed that the Shenchu ​​Ghost King was the source of the trouble.

On that day, the leader of the Demon Cult, Shi Qianjue, sent the Holy Master of the Mu family to the Fire Realm to ask if the wedding on the seventh day of the lunar month next month would continue to be held.

Which should come first, the funeral or the wedding?

The Fire Tribe responded that the date of the wedding would not be changed. On the seventh day of the next month, the Fire Tribe and Mr. Qiu Yu would go to Wuding Mountain in person to marry the little saint.

In Yuan Mansion in the Central Region, Zhang Ruochen met the Death Chan Patriarch and Han Qiu again and asked them about their trip to the Fire Realm.

After listening, Zhang Ruochen's face became more and more solemn and he said: "The strength of the Fire Clan is really terrifying. Five Saint Kings appeared in a row. Even the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect may not have such strength."

"It's a pity that three of them have already died, which can be regarded as a serious loss of vitality."

Han Qiu smiled gloomily, looking quite pleased with himself.

The Death Zen Patriarch was sitting motionless next to him, with his eyes closed and no smile on his face.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Ancestor seems to be worried about something?"

"The legendary Fire Lord actually exists. Donor Zhang, the situation is not optimistic." Death Zen Patriarch said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Fire Lord?"

Han Qiu's expression changed and he said, "Could he be the mysterious figure who finally blocked the God War Corpse?"

Death Zen Patriarch nodded and said: "About two hundred years ago, in the Fire Realm, there was an extremely powerful fluctuation of the Holy Dao, sweeping across the entire Southern Territory. At that time, all the Saints in the Southern Territory felt it All the monks were frightened when they saw the fluctuation of the holy way. They speculated that someone in the fire realm had reached the realm of the great saint."

"Since then, behind some major events that have occurred in the Southern Territory, there is the shadow of a mysterious existence, which everyone calls the Fire Lord."

Zhang Ruochen had also heard the legend of Fire Lord, but he only thought it was a holy king.

How easy is it to cultivate to the realm of a great sage?

However, Zhang Ruochen also fell into silence after hearing the story of Death Chan Patriarch. After a while, he asked: "Has that Fire Lord reached the realm of the Great Sage?"

The ancestor of Death Zen shook his head and said: "The realm of the Great Sage is too high, and he can be crowned emperor. If he does not reach that realm, it is impossible to see through them."

"Under the Great Sage, no matter how strong he is, he can only withstand a few attacks from the Great Sage. Only the tenth emperor Yan Liren eight hundred years ago, with his powerful body, can fight against the Great Sage for a long time and maintain Undefeated. As for winning, that’s impossible.”

"According to the poor monk's guess, the Fire Lord must have reached the level of the Great Sage."

Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air, there was a great sage in the Fire Clan.

You must know that in the Shengming Central Empire, there was only one great sage, Emperor Ming. However, as long as he is in charge, no force dares to make the Central Empire of Shengming an enemy.

The anger of a great saint is enough to destroy a religion and destroy a whole clan.

Let alone a great sage, even a saint can cause immeasurable casualties to a super power.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Can the God War Corpse fight against the Fire Lord?"

Death Chan Patriarch said: "God, after all, is dead. Using the God War Corpse to deal with ordinary saints is naturally easy, just like swatting flies to death. But, to deal with the great saint... 叏哏... Do you think a god's corpse , can you deal with Emperor Ming?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently.

"Of course, with the fighting power of the God War Corpse, it is not difficult to hold off the Fire Lord for an hour or two."

Death Chan Patriarch opened his eyes and said: "As we said earlier, on the seventh day of next month, I will try my best to block the Fire Lord for you for two hours. From now on, I will no longer owe you. As for How to deal with the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect and Shi Qianjue is up to you."

"Okay." Zhang Ruochen agreed.

It was obviously not easy to block the Great Sage for two hours. Death Chan Patriarch immediately retreated and began to go all out to help the God War Corpse smelt the Shenchu ​​Ghost King.

Time flies by like a flash, and soon it’s the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and there are only the last three days left before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

All the major forces in the Kunlun Realm sent representatives, holding invitations, to Wuding Mountain, the main altar of the Demon Sect, to prepare to witness the marriage of the No. 1 Ancient Sect in the World and the No. 1 Ancient Clan in the World.

The monks who went to the banquet were all first-class big shots. They knew very well that the day on the seventh day of the lunar month would never be peaceful.

The gathering of all the saints in Wuding Mountain was more lively than the Jiezi Banquet and the Sword Discussion Conference. At the same time, it gave people a feeling that a storm was coming, and the atmosphere was very strange.

The names of Zhang Ruochen, Qiu Yu, Mu Lingxi, and even Huang Yanchen are spreading louder and louder.

In the past half month, Zhang Ruochen has been extremely busy. He has been on the road every day to lead the people of the Shengming old tribe into the Qiankun Realm.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen came to the Book Collection County of Linjian Mansion.

In the entire Book Collection County, there are nearly one million members of the old sage tribe gathered together, some of whom are monks and warriors, and many more are ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts.

"Let's go, let's go, why are you waiting so long? His Royal Highness has important things to do, and his time is very precious. Can you afford to waste it?"

"If you don't leave, I will tie you up and drag you away."

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A burly man whose cultivation had reached the fish-dragon realm was riding on the back of a wild beast and was scolding a group of civilians who were walking very slowly.

Most of the people were family members of the old subordinates of Shengming. They looked back every step of the way, unwilling to leave the hometown where they grew up.

The big man with the cultivation level of Yulong Realm jumped down from the back of the wild beast, pushed the back of a white-haired old man, and roared: "What are you looking at? Qiankun Realm is a hundred times better than here, why are you reluctant to leave?"

"No matter how good it is, I won't go. Let me die here, don't force me anymore."

"If you leave, you will never come back. My son's body is still buried in the mountains. Who will burn incense and repair his grave every year?"

"Here are the mountains and rivers I am familiar with. Even if I am found by the court and killed by them, I will not leave."

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The lifestyle of those ordinary people is different from that of the cultivators. They do not blindly pursue more powerful power, but live the most simple life. They have special feelings for their hometown and people and are unwilling to give up.

"You ungrateful bastards are nothing but a burden. What's the point of keeping you?"

The big man in the Fish Dragon Realm drew out a four-foot-long sword and slashed at them.

Recently, Zhang Ruochen has been busy on his journey and practicing with all his strength. It was not until today that he saw such a scene and realized that not everyone is willing to leave their homeland and go to a strange world.

This scene touched him deeply, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Wow--"

Seeing the big man in the Fish Dragon Realm draw his sword, Zhang Ruochen flashed and appeared in front of the group of civilians the next moment.

The big man in the Fish Dragon Realm quickly put away his sword, his legs softened with fear, and he knelt on the ground: "Bye...Bye, Your Highness."

"Bye, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The civilians around him were even more panicked and terrified, and a large number of them knelt down.

"No need to salute, get up quickly."

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen quickly helped up the nearest white-haired old man and said, "Old man, why don't you want to go to Qiankunjie?"

The white-haired old man immediately burst into tears and knelt down again, saying, "Your Highness, please let me go. My son was killed by the court and buried in the mountains. If I leave, he will become a wandering ghost in the future!"

Next to him, another old woman also knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen and begged, "Your Highness, we all know that you are doing this for our own good and want us to live in a safer and more affluent place. However, this is our hometown, with our fields, those familiar people, and the memories of our youth."

"Your Highness, just let us wait for death here, we don't want to leave."

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At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mood was extremely complicated.

Face the most powerful enemy, Zhang Ruochen can swing the sword without fear, but facing the pleading of a group of old, weak, women and children, he had to ask himself if he had done something wrong?

I think everything I do is good for them.

But have you ever asked them about their wishes?

What is the difference between forcing your will on them and imprisoning, enslaving, and torturing them?

The man with the Fish Dragon Realm cultivation said in fear: "Your Highness, I was just trying to scare them just now. I didn't dare to really use a knife on them. There are too many people like them. If they are not scared, they will not leave at all. And if they stay in Kunlun Realm, how can the court let them go?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little lost. After a while, he said: "Ask them about their own wishes. If they don't want to leave, don't force them. I will think of other ways to save them."

Hearing Zhang Ruochen's words, all the ordinary people present cheered.

The white-haired old man knelt on the ground, staring at Zhang Ruochen's back, and said: "Your Highness, will you return to Kunlun Realm in the future?"

Even a fool can see that the Shengming Crown Prince will definitely leave Kunlun Realm soon, and it is very likely that he will never come back.

After all, the Queen has become a god. Who dares to confront a god head-on?

Zhang Ruochen shuddered, stopped, smiled, and said, "Yes, I will. As long as you still live on this land, I will come back to see you. Kunlun Realm is not the Kunlun Realm of the queen, but the Kunlun Realm of all of us."

Leaving is just a last resort.

If you can choose, who is willing to leave their hometown, who is willing to leave the place where I was born and raised, and go to a completely unfamiliar world?

It is hard to leave your hometown, this is true.

After all, people are not cold-blooded animals, nor are they stones, nor are they plants. They also have feelings, thoughts, and memories.

Zhang Ruochen thought of his mother, Concubine Lin. He had always brought her with him, but rarely accompanied her, and let her go to one unfamiliar place after another. Is she really happy in her heart?