God Emperor

The white-bearded old man knelt down in front of Zhang Ruochen and said piously: "My lord, please take away the sword and make the southern realm your slave realm. We will devote all our material resources to you."

"I am willing to be your slave."

Thirteen Saint King Tiannu said in unison.

Qiyang pointed at them and sneered contemptuously: "What kind of status is the great sage Ruochen? The slaves he takes are all sons and goddesses of gods. Who do you think you are, and you are worthy of joining him?"

The monks in Jiannan Realm all gritted their teeth and endured the humiliation without saying a word.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand to Qiyang and said, "You should step aside and wait for me."

"The Heavenly Slaves of a big world without climate, Ruochen, what do you think they are doing... Okay, okay, I'll step back first..."

Qi Yang knew what was going on and flew out of the rock in the starry sky, retreating to a starry mist hundreds of miles away.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the fourteen monks kneeling on the ground, and saw that all of them were in ragged clothes and in a miserable state, worse than the poor people.

"Since you can become the top strong men in the world, you should all be sages with extraordinary wisdom. Why don't you understand the law of the jungle? It is better to die in a vigorous battle than to live in such humiliation." Zhang Ruochen said in a calm tone. .

"We can die in a vigorous battle, but... what should the creatures in Jiannan Realm, them, do?" The white-bearded old man looked sad and full of helplessness.

Zhang Ruochen knelt down, looked at the white-bearded old man's wrinkled face, and said, "Being a slave in the world is so humiliating. Life is worse than death. Does this mean anything?"

"As long as you are alive, there is still hope. If you die, there will be nothing! Nothing!" the white-bearded old man said while shaking his head.

Zhang Ruochen is not a heartless person, but it is still difficult to understand the persistence in their hearts.

What is the belief that supports their efforts to survive?

In order to survive, even if you are a slave, even if you don't have dignity, even if you are as low as a dog, you must continue to persevere. For, just that glimmer of hope that is elusive.

Is there really hope for the future of Jiannan Realm?

Will the future of Kunlun Realm also face the choice between destruction and survival?

Zhang Ruochen stood up, exhaled a long breath, and said: "This is the Huntian battlefield. Your fate is destined to death. No one can change this."

The glimmer of hope that finally burned in the hearts of the Jiannan Realm monks was ruthlessly extinguished.

Yes, they are a group of slaves and prey.

How could a hunter let go of his prey?

Zhang Ruochen changed the topic and said: "But there is another saying in the world, which is - it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others."

"ourselves?"

"What can we do on our own?"

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The monks in Jiannan Realm looked at each other, not understanding the meaning of Zhang Ruochen's words.

If begging for oneself is useful, who would kneel down in humiliation to beg for others?

Zhang Ruochen said: "If I want to kill you and get points, it's just a matter of a few clicks. However, if you can play some role, do something for me. Although I can't save your lives, I can help Jian South boundary, find a way out."

"What way out?"

A Saint King Tiannu asked quickly.

Zhang Ruochen just raised his head and looked up without saying a word.

The white-bearded old man understood and asked: "What do you want us to do?"

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What is your purpose in coming to Dark Star No. 7?"

The white-bearded old man answered honestly: "We heard that the strongest among the Tiannu, hiding in the seventh dark star, can intimidate the monks in the hell world. In order to survive, we came here to seek refuge."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "This is also my goal!"

After all, the white-bearded old man is a person who can rely on his own wisdom to cultivate to the realm of the Great Sage, and he already understands Zhang Ruochen's intention.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you can help me find out the distribution of Tiannu in the star field where Dark Star No. 7 is located, and the location where Emperor Chi is hiding, I will promise you to protect the creatures in Jiannan Realm for ten thousand years."

"Only... ten thousand years?" the white-bearded old man said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Ten thousand years is not short!"

The white-bearded old man discussed with the thirteen Saint King Realm Heavenly Slaves, and then knelt down in front of Zhang Ruochen again and kowtowed heavily.

He said: "Sir, the Southern Sword World is not a small world, but a vast world. Only because it suffered a devastating disaster and the inheritance was cut off, no gods have been born."

"Why are you telling me this?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The white-bearded old man stared at the ground and said: "I want to tell you that the Southern Sword World has many outstanding people and geniuses, and it is not your burden. As long as you are willing to teach them the Dharma, they will definitely become a powerful force under you in the future. "

Immediately afterwards, a three-inch-long sword-shaped token came out of the white-bearded old man's mouth, held it in his hands, and presented it to Zhang Ruochen.

"If your Excellency is willing to allow us to spread the Dharma in the Jiannan Realm, we will definitely risk our lives to complete the tasks assigned by Your Excellency."

The monks from Jiannan Realm said in unison.

There was a sense of tragedy and desolation in them. Knowing that they were certain to die, they could only place all their hopes on Zhang Ruochen.

Even though they didn't know this person, they had no choice at all.

Zhang Ruochen gently touched the hair above his forehead and said, "It seems that you are not stupid at all, but are very smart and good at bargaining."

"I can see that my lord is different from other hell realm monks. You have a kind heart. You want to help Jiannan Realm. You don't want innocent creatures to perish in the destruction." The white-bearded old man said.

Zhang Ruochen smiled coldly: "I have a kind heart? I'm afraid you haven't seen it. When I kill people, I don't even blink."

"However, you are willing to protect Jiannan Realm for ten thousand years. Even if we fail to complete the mission, you will definitely do this, right? I will never misjudge the person." The white-bearded old man said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't be so arrogant that you can see through me. Just do your work honestly. If it is done and it helps me, I will seriously consider the matter of Jiannan Realm."

The white-bearded old man and the thirteen holy kings were all overjoyed and said in unison: "Please take over the realm order, sir. From now on, you will be the realm master of Jiannan Realm."

"Please take your orders, sir."

"Please take your orders, sir."

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Zhang Ruochen grabbed Jie Ling, held it in his hand, and then released the Sword Prison Emperor from the purple gold gourd.

"I'll leave them to you! It should be easier for Tiannu to spy on Tiannu's information."

Zhang Ruochen gave a brief explanation to the Sword Prison Emperor, and then rolled up dozens of holy corpses on the ground, flew out of the starry sky rock, and met Qi Yang.

Qiyang stared at the starry sky rock that had flown away and asked: "Where are the dozen Tiannu in Jiannan Realm? You won't let them go, right?"

Just now, Zhang Ruochen released the True Realm of Space, covering the entire starry sky rock, so Qiyang didn't know what was going on inside.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Zhang Ruochen put his hands behind his back and said coldly.

Naturally, Qiyang would not think that Zhang Ruochen would let those Tiannus go if they just begged for a few words. However, thinking of the tragic death of the Son of Demon God, I immediately suppressed my curiosity and did not dare to continue asking.

"Let's go, take me to see Prajna." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang thought he heard wrongly and said in surprise: "Great Sage, what are you going to do? Do you want to rob someone directly? There is a great backer behind His Highness Prajna. The Great Sage must not act recklessly."

"It seems you still haven't remembered what I just said." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang quickly shut up, endured it for a long time, and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness Prajna is surrounded by a large number of strong men from the upper three tribes. I'm afraid... it's not good for the Great Sage to go forward in such a arrogant manner."

"You're right, you really can't go there arrogantly."

Zhang Ruochen transformed into the Son of the Origin Demon God and said, "Is this okay?"

The voice changed, and it was exactly the same as the Son of Origin Demon God.

The aura, eyes, and power fluctuations on his body also became flawless.

Qiyang circled around Zhang Ruochen three times, looking at the aura of death surging on his body, and swallowed his saliva.

If not, the Son of the Origin Demon would die in front of him. He would never believe that the person in front of him turned out to be Zhang Ruochen.

"They all say that the immortal vampire's transformation skills are powerful, and I've seen it today!"

Qi Yang and Zhang Ruochen used the aura of death to wrap up dozens of holy corpses and fly away quickly.

Not long after, they came to a rocky asteroid at the edge of dark space.

After checking their identities, the two passed through an invisible barrier and entered the interior of the asteroid. It was only then that Zhang Ruochen sensed powerful auras of the Great Sage.

From time to time, monks from the Great Saint Realm fly by, including those from the Nether Clan, the Dead Clan, and the Stone Clan.

The total number of all the great saints is probably more than a thousand.

On the asteroid, Tiannu's corpses were piled up to form an altar. Each holy source is like a bright lamp, shining in the altar.

Scarlet holy blood flows down from the altar, filling the mysterious inscriptions on the ground.

The corpses of Tiannu, more than a million of them, were piled up like a hill. Using corpse skin as a sacrificial flag and sacred bones as pillars, soul shadows flew around the altar, making hoarse whistles.

There are nearly three hundred great saints from the dead clan, gathered near the altar, using the power of death thoughts to continue carving inscriptions.

With each additional inscription, the power of the altar becomes stronger.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Why did you build a death altar?"

Qiyang said with a rather proud smile: "This death altar was built by His Highness Prajna, and it has divine and unpredictable power. With it, we can overwhelm the entire Huntian battlefield. Even if Emperor Chi comes, we will not be able to defeat him." A dead end."

Qiyang threw dozens of holy corpses to a great saint of the dead. He raised his head and looked at the death altar that exuded a terrible aura. He said: "His Royal Highness Prajna is a prodigy in the Temple of Destiny. Only she, To be able to build such a magnificent masterpiece in such a short period of time.”

"Is this the secret weapon you use to conquer Dark Star No. 7?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Qiyang was worried that Zhang Ruochen would destroy the altar, so he suppressed his smile and said quickly: "The death altar is basically completed and has the power of self-defense. Great Sage Ruochen must not take action rashly."

"What if I insist on taking action?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Qi Yang said anxiously: "There are nearly three hundred dead saints near the death altar. If Chen, great saint, you just activate your power, they will react, release the power of death, and combine with the death altar. together."

"The death thoughts of nearly three hundred great saints are gathered together, and coupled with the increase of the altar, the power that bursts out, with the current cultivation level of the great saint Ruochen, I am afraid that it cannot withstand it."

Immediately afterwards, Qiyang bowed his body and said quickly: "I definitely have no intention of threatening the Great Sage. I am only thinking about the safety of the Great Sage and my own life."

Prajna's beautiful figure walked out of a gray light door under the altar, looking at the two of them.

Qi Yang felt the sensation and quickly stood up straight again. A smile appeared on his handsome face and said: "I have seen His Highness Prajna, and His Highness has become more and more beautiful, shining as brightly as the moon in the sky."

Prajna has a tall figure, with rivers of Styx flowing around him, and every inch of skin on his body is emitting the holy light of destiny, which is in sharp contrast to the lifeless environment here.

Her eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen and said: "It turns out that the Son of the Source Demon God is also here. I have something to ask you. Follow me into the altar."

After saying that, Prajna took the lead and walked into the altar.

Qiyang stared at Zhang Ruochen's side face and was stunned for a moment.

Oh my God!

If it was outside the death altar, Zhang Ruochen certainly couldn't destroy the altar. However, once he entered the interior, the self-defense of the altar failed. With Zhang Ruochen's terrifying cultivation level, the altar that the three tribes had worked so hard to build would be demolished in an instant.

More importantly, the altar is covered with secret patterns, and even the gods cannot detect what is happening inside.

Zhang Ruochen came here just for Prajna. What if after entering the altar, he becomes lustful and does something reckless?

Prajna is simply inviting the wolf into the house.

Qiyang was extremely anxious and wanted to reveal Zhang Ruochen's identity several times, but he restrained himself because the image of the tragic death of the Son of the Demon God appeared in his mind.

That scene will probably shadow him for the rest of his life.

"I will not disturb the Great Sage and His Highness Prajna."

Qiyang turned around to leave, but found that he could not move. Zhang Ruochen's voice rang in his ears: "You go in with me. If you dare to escape or want to reveal my identity, I can guarantee that you will die worse than the Demon God." It’s even worse.”

"I...I don't want to disturb you..."

Qi Yang looked miserable and followed Zhang Ruochen into the altar.

In the altar, the rules of heaven and earth are chaotic.

One by one, the holy sources emit bright brilliance and release a large number of holy rules, creating a chaotic and chaotic environment.

The ground is a liquid plane like water. When you step on it, ripples will appear.

Prajna holds the blue-brown destiny disk and stands in the center. With a slight stroke of her jade hand, the bright door to the true self appears.

"Come with me into the door of your true self," she said.

Qiyang was curious and asked: "The door to the true self is intertwined with the rules of fate. Inside is the true world of His Highness Prajna. Why do we enter?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just go in."

Immediately, Prajna's gaze fell on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took the lead and walked in.

Qiyang thought secretly in his heart, "Could it be that His Highness Prajna is extremely intelligent and has seen through Zhang Ruochen's true face, so he wants to trap him in the world of his true self?"

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He quickly followed it and stepped into the door of his true self.

Inside the Gate of True Self, there is another scene, a vast expanse of white, with only a white stone island suspended in it.

The sky is always raining.

Rain is also white.

"Didi!"

Zhang Ruochen stood on the island, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain, smelled the fragrance approaching, and said: "It is said that every monk can cultivate a world of his own. The world is what the heart is like. I don't Thinking about it, your world is so simple and pale, why is there no vitality at all?"

Prajna stood next to Zhang Ruochen, staring straight ahead, with long and curved eyelashes, and said: "The more I think about it, the more mistakes I make. I am not really simple and pale, I just have to choose this way."

"Can't the rain stop for a while?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Prajna said: "Why stop? I think it's good."

Qiyang stood aside and had no idea what they were saying, but he instinctively felt that Prajna and Zhang Ruochen were both weird.

The two of them, in Qiyang's view, one was as cold as ice and the other was ruthless.

At this moment, how do you look at it, how pretentious it is.

Prajna usually communicates with the Son of the Demon God, but this is not the case at all.

When Zhang Ruochen killed the Son of the Origin Demon God, he was never as calm and gentle as he is now.

Suddenly, Prajna asked Zhang Ruochen a question that made Qiyang's heart tremble: "Is the Son of the Origin Demon still alive?"

"Already dead!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "Because of Kunlun Realm, you killed him?"

"Because of myself."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want her to continue asking, "How did you see through my invisible and formless thirty-six transformations?"

"Do you think I'm still the same person I used to be? In fact, I don't need to look. When you appear in front of me, I know that that person is you. A person can change anything, but as long as the heart remains unchanged, he will definitely change. I feel it." Prajna said.

The more Qiyang listened, the more something was wrong. He felt that he had heard words he shouldn't have heard and knew things he shouldn't have known. His whole body was filled with chills, and he felt like a disaster was imminent.

"Boom!"

He knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Second... bit, I didn't hear anything, and I don't know anything. Can you please let me leave the real world now? I have no interest in your secrets at all."

Zhang Ruochen seemed unable to hear what he said and said, "I came to you this time just to clarify a question."

"What questions?"

"Why did Emperor Chi appear on the battlefield of Huntian? Is it a chess set by the empress?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

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Prajna said: "I wish all readers a happy Chinese Valentine's Day! I forgot to buy children's shoes as a gift for my girlfriend. I feel like taking action."