God Emperor

Caixia Villa.

The old man from Thousand Stars Civilization came back, sat back on his chair, picked up a chess piece from the chess jar again, stared at the chessboard, and pondered carefully, but he still didn't make a move.

Suddenly, he raised his head and said: "That boy, I think he is just average. Xumi takes him too seriously!"

The owner of the Death God Island sat opposite, nodded and smiled, and said: "It means you didn't look carefully."

The old man hummed softly and said: "The holy will of swordsmanship is indeed very strong. It should have been inherited by the Sword Ancestor in the Origin Temple. As for the other holy will, I didn't pay close attention to it. Is it covered up by you?"

The owner of the God of Death Island smiled and said nothing.

The old man squeezed the chess piece again, looked at the chessboard, and said: "The Holy Will is strong, but it does not mean that it will be able to hold up the sky in the future. The successors are powerless and have disappeared from everyone. We have lived for such a long time, and we have seen so many monks." Less? I am more optimistic about the future of Kunlun Realm."

"The light cicada is indeed okay, but it can only represent the future of the Kunlun world." The master of the God of Death Island said.

The old man said: "You use the word "can" to evaluate a Yuanhui-level genius who has become a god, but you use the word "hope" to evaluate the boy who is still in the holy realm. Are you belittling your granddaughter too low? Are you really To be modest, or to show off in front of me?”

The owner of the God of Death Island smiled and shook his head without comment.

The old man looked serious and said solemnly: "Since you value him so much, why don't you just take him back to heaven? Let him go back to hell to avoid becoming a big problem in the future. You have to understand that no matter how firm your Taoist heart is, it will change. Xu (Huangtian’s master) died in the hands of his disciples.”

"If his Taoist heart has really changed, it is not the hope I mentioned."

The owner of the God of Death Island urged: "Are you going to play or not? The chess pieces are almost crushed by you!"

The old man stared at the chessboard again for a long time, but still made no move. He raised his head and said, "Let's talk about business first. When I come to the Heavenly Palace this time, I am not here to participate in some worldly conference, nor am I here to play chess with you. Over there in the Heavenly Palace, By delaying making a decision, could it be that you want to give up on the ancient civilization faction? "

"Absolutely impossible." The owner of the God of Death Island shook his head.

The old man's eyes were cold and he said: "Haotian has too much power, and he cannot have the final say in everything. I think it is necessary to rearrange the twenty heavens, and there cannot be only one heaven."

The owner of the God of Death Island looked up at the sky, tapped his finger on the chessboard, and said, "Now is not the time to talk about rearranging the twenty heavens."

"Do you think I am the only one who has an opinion? Huh, in recent years, the four major world rulers have proposed to rearrange the twenty heavens. Some old guys can't wait to ascend to the throne." The old man said.

The owner of the God of Death Island avoided this question and said: "The war is about to begin, why should we care about the name of a heavenly position?"

"Why is this just a name? What it represents is power and decision-making! If you don't have decision-making power, you won't know how you died. I don't want the thousand-star civilization that has been passed down for eternity to be ruined in this era." There was a hint of coldness in the old man's eyes. The chess piece in his hand turned into dust unconsciously.

This divine ancestor of the Thousand-Star Civilization would appear secretly on the Red Dust Islands. Naturally, he was not interested in the Red Dust Conference. Instead, he took this opportunity to quietly come to Heaven and secretly meet his allies.

The war is about to begin, and the gods are also in close contact with each other.

A lot of decision-making power is in their hands. However, this kind of communication is not something that monks in the Holy Realm can know about.

Outside, footsteps sounded.

Yu Chenjing walked in and couldn't see the owner of the God of Death Island. She could only see the ancestor sitting by the chess table. The Qianxing Tiannu, who had always been calm and calm, felt quite uneasy at this moment. She cupped her fists and bowed in salute, saying: "Jing'er knows I'm wrong!"

"What's wrong?" the old man said.

Yu Chenjing said: "You shouldn't get emotional easily towards a man."

"Since you haven't figured out what's wrong, come and see me again after you figure it out." The old man showed an unhappy look and waved his hand to signal her to retreat.

Yu Chenjing felt even more uneasy and retreated.

"You're a very smart little girl, why do you have to be so strict?" the Master of the God of Death said with a smile.

The old man's eyes widened and he said: "This is smart, but I think it's stupid. The other party wanted to erase her memory, but she took the initiative to excuse it. I was so angry that I almost died! How can I sustain such a performance in the future? A civilization?"

…

The foothold of the Tianchu Civilization monks was also on Huashen Island.

Because the war was imminent, the number of monks from the Tianchu Civilization who came to participate in the Hongchen Conference was very small, and the villa they lived in was smaller than the Caixia villa, but the environment was quaint.

Luo Ji, the goddess of heaven, stood on a wooden building by the sea, facing the sea breeze, looking at the stars in the sky and the worldly peerless building suspended in the clouds and mist, her eyes a little blurred.

In the distance, the waves rise and fall, making a "swishing" sound.

Li Miaohan came over, stood under the wooden building, and said: "Master, I originally went to invite the seventh prince of the Emperor's Ancestor Dynasty and Lord Tianyu of the Zhenwu Realm, but I was invited away halfway by the monks of the Judgment Palace of the Light Temple. "

Luo Ji said calmly: "Actually, with the current situation of Tianchu Civilization, it is meaningless to win over any allies. You don't have to run around anymore to avoid being ridiculed by the monks from the heaven faction."

Li Miaohan's eyes were slightly red, and he had mixed emotions in his heart, including grievances, unwillingness, anger, and despair, and said: "We have been isolated."

"Isn't this what we expected before we came here? Being isolated makes us strive for self-improvement. Now is not the most difficult time." Luo Ji said.

Li Miaohan put away all the emotions in his heart and said: "Shang Ziyan is here again! He said that if the master agrees to marry him, he can swear on the honor of Yanshen that he will go all out to help Tianchu Civilization. "

Luo Ji said: "Shang Zixuan's current cultivation level is indeed unfathomable, but it's a pity that he has a demonic barrier in his heart. He wants to marry me, but he just wants to resolve the demonic barrier. A thousand years ago, I might have looked up to him. As for now, the appearance is beautiful, but the psychology is twisted, and the heart is scary and ferocious. The farther away, the better. "

"I'll let him leave now." Li Miaohan retreated.

Luo Ji walked down the wooden building, stepped on the beach, leaving a row of footprints, and her thoughts wandered away again.

Every time Shang Ziyan's arrival would bring back her memories of Zhang Ruochen.

In the memories, there are good ones and there are bad ones.

Some are profound, and some have faded away.

Suddenly, Luo Ji became aware of it and suddenly looked back, only to see a figure appearing in the wooden building. That figure seemed familiar, and unknowingly it overlapped with the shadow in my mind.

"Uh-huh!"

A holy sword as thin as a hair turned into a length of dozens of feet and flew into the wooden building like a streak of light.

The figure sitting in the wooden building did not move at all, but stretched out two fingers to clamp the holy sword.

Luo Ji wore a veil, and her eyes showed a look of surprise. With her current level of cultivation, under the divine realm, there was someone who could catch her sword so lightly.

Zhang Ruochen loosened his two fingers and turned his head.

Zhang Ruochen's current appearance is his original appearance, there is no change, and there is no face painted by Confucian ancestors.

However, there are still some changes from a thousand years ago.

The sense of familiarity in Luo Ji's heart became stronger, and her calm mind became turbulent. However, the aura of the person in the wooden building was completely different from that of the person a thousand years ago.

"who are you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "After a thousand years of separation, I have died twice. However, I still can't forget the nameless valley in the Realm of Truth and the nine-bend sky stars in Luoshui."

Luo Ji turned into a burst of white mist and appeared in the wooden building. Under the candle, she stared carefully at the man opposite.

Zhang Ruochen also stared at her.

Just looking at each other like this, her eyes gradually changed, from confusion, to understanding, to bitterness, to emotional restraint, and no trace of it could be seen anymore.

"I know, it's hard for you to believe..."

"No, I believe it." Luo Ji said.

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief. He was still thinking of thousands of explanation words, but now it seems that he doesn't need to say them out.

"I should have come to see you earlier. I know that Tianchu Civilization is in a very difficult situation now." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Ji said: "You are a monk from hell. What is the purpose of appearing in heaven?"

Zhang Ruochen heard the thorn in her words and knew that the Tianchu Civilization and the Hell Realm were at war with each other all the year round and had deep hatred. He was afraid that this was why he felt resentful towards him.

What's more, Tianchu Civilization is about to face a life-or-death war.

Luo Ji stopped looking at Zhang Ruochen and looked out at the sea, saying, "Zhang Ruochen, have you changed?"

"It has changed! It has been a thousand years. Even a stone will change, let alone the human heart. But it has not changed. I still have good and evil in my heart. I yearn for life, hate death, and I still deeply remember your friendship. . Actually, I thought your first question would be where have I been for the past thousand years?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Ji's eyes were covered with star mist and she said, "I want to know even more, where did you go just now?"

"Just now?"

Zhang Ruochen was startled and frowned.

Luo Ji said: "You have the fragrance of another woman. I have smelled it. I know this woman. I don't know where you have been in the past thousand years or what has happened to you. I only know that you will return after a thousand years and you will not Come to me as soon as possible. Even if you come to the Red Dust Islands, I am not the first person you see. How do you expect me to believe that you have not changed?"

Zhang Ruochen's head was as big as a bucket, and he secretly regretted it in his heart. He should have known better. What a woman cares about most is always how much you value her. If she finds out that you met another woman before meeting her and left a scent.

Then, she won’t believe anything you say!

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen remained silent for a long time, Luo Jicai said again: "I didn't mean to make things difficult for you. It's just that it's been a thousand years since we met at this unpleasant time and in this unpleasant way. You "How can I be happy?"

She finally turned around, stared at him, and slowly lowered her veil, revealing her clean and beautiful face.

Zhang Ruochen felt relieved and said with a smile: "In other words, you are actually happy in your heart?"

"It's been a thousand years, no matter how bastard you are, no matter how no-one has been heard from you, no matter how romantic you are, at least you are still alive, and at least you can show concern in a hypocritical manner. I am indeed very happy!"

Luo Ji spoke calmly, but Zhang Ruochen could hear the hint of anger in her tone.