God Emperor

The owner of Minghuafang seemed to be worried about something, his face changed slightly, and he said: "Please forgive Qian Cheng for this matter, but I cannot answer the old gentleman."

"How about this, let me guess. If I guess right, just don't deny it!"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Jade Yuanxuan, is it the place where Huang Tian and Queen Bai met, or is it the place where they broke up?"

The master of Minghuafang smiled bitterly, feeling that the other party was too bold. How could he say such things casually? Are you really the White Queen and can’t hear their conversation?

However, she did not deny it after all.

Zhang Ruochen showed a clear look and said, "I have one last question. How confident are the Twelve Goddess's houses in refining the first Goddess City into a divine city?"

Hearing this, the master of Minghua Square was moved in his heart and said quickly: "If there is Tianzun Baosha, the chance is great. Is Tianzun Baosha really in the hands of the old gentleman?"

Zhang Ruochen did not answer her question and said: "What a great opportunity? As far as I know, the entire hell world is only ten divine cities, one for each of the ten tribes. These ten divine cities are the sages of the ten tribes who have lived for billions of years. Accumulating, consuming countless resources, and constantly refining it, you can reach the level of a divine city."

"Although the foundation of the First City of the Goddess was built with the participation of Xinghuan Tianzun, it is still far from the accumulation of the ten tribes since ancient times."

"How easy is it to transform into a divine city?"

The master of Minghuafang shook his head slightly and said: "The ten major divine cities established by the ten clans in the hell world can naturally not be built in millions of years, maybe in one generation of gods. It requires hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, generation after generation. Only by working together can we succeed.”

"Such a sacred city cannot be broken even by the contemporary Heavenly Lord Haotian and Emperor Fengdu."

"However, in ancient times, the definition of a divine city was much looser. As long as it meets two conditions, it can be called a divine city."

"First, the divine city must be located above the divine veins and can at least satisfy the cultivation of a hundred gods."

"Second, the defensive power of the divine city can withstand the attacks of the gods on the outside, and resolve the aftermath of the battle with the gods of the Heaven-Building Realm on the inside."

Zhang Ruochen looked astonished and said: "So the divine city that the Goddess Twelve Squares is going to build is a divine city of this level?"

"The troubled times have come, Xing Huantian has a special geographical location, and the Twelve Goddess Palace is a group of women. If we don't build a divine city, how can we gain a foothold? Let alone gain a foothold, any god who comes can instantly make Xinghuantian Destroying the world and annihilating the clan, all the women in the Goddess's Twelve Branches were turned into slaves and playthings, with no power to fight back. "

The owner of Minghuafang, with a charming but painful face, said: "Fortunately, heaven and hell have always maintained a delicate balance. Xinghuantian has been able to survive until now by virtue of its sensitive geographical location. But now, this balance is almost over. Being broken, we have no choice but to refine the divine city.”

"Have you never thought about taking Xing Huantian elsewhere? For example, leaving this star field and completely surrendering to the hell world." Zhang Ruochen could feel the helplessness and heavy heart in her heart.

The owner of Minghuafang asked back, "Have you ever been to the King's City of Hundreds of Clans, sir?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded.

The master of Minghuafang said: "Tell me, why did the various clans in the Hundred Clans Royal City not completely surrender to a certain big clan in the hell world and lead them to the star field where that big clan is located, but instead united together to build this city that is comparable to a god? The holy city?”

"Because they know that the resources in the universe are limited. No big clan will allocate them training resources, but will be wary of them. In the end, they will turn from being wary to being enslaved."

"By building a royal city of hundreds of tribes, they can still be on good terms with, and even rely on, the big tribes in the hell world. However, they can have a lot of autonomy and voice, so that they will not be completely enslaved, and they will not be reduced to a slave when the war breaks out. cannon fodder."

"So, once Xing Huantian leaves this star field, the Goddess Twelve Houses will only decline quickly, and then be eaten up with all the skin and bones like a wolf."

"And the Goddess Twelve Squares are also inseparable from Xing Huantian, because the women in the square have long been closely connected with the entire Xing Huantian, and the relationship is intricate."

"In fact, in the universe, if a group of people, or a large world, wants to survive, if it wants to stand still, it must fight with all its strength. The more it retreats, the faster it will die. The more it wants to rely on others, the more it will Being humble and humble, you can only survive on your knees. Isn’t living like this more painful than death?”

Zhang Ruochen didn't expect that the master of Minghuafang saw the situation so thoroughly and looked at her with admiration.

The owner of Minghuafang smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Do you think it is too ironic for a woman from the Goddess Twelve Houses to say this? In the eyes of outsiders, the Goddess Twelve Houses are no different from the brothels and prostitutes in the world. The difference is that it is ridiculous for a woman who is the lowest and humble to still stand and survive and fight against her fate. "

"Actually, the women of the Twelve Goddess all have tragic life experiences. Most of them were reduced to slaves due to the destruction of the world and the planet. They were very weak at that time. Our destiny is not up to us to choose."

"Some of us should have been reduced to blood food of the undead blood clan and Rakshasa clan. Some of us should have been refined into corpse clan, bone clan, or have their souls devoured by the ghost clan. Some of us should have been imprisoned by chains and transformed into Become a plaything on the strong man’s bed.”

"It was the city lord who bought us into the First Goddess City and gave us a place to live. This place is not a good place, but at least we can still live and practice. Some of them can even be chosen by themselves and have their own future. A monk who wants to marry, or no monk at all.”

"Goddess Twelve Square is not a good place for women. But for us, it is the best place."

"When you are thrown into the abyss, you don't dare to look forward to the green mountains and green waters on the ground. Being able to see a ray of sunshine in the abyss is already a happy thing."

Zhang Ruochen was silent for a long time and asked: "What about you? You are from the Nether Clan, why did you join the Twelve Goddess's House?"

The owner of Minghuafang looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with memories of the unbearable past, and said in a deep voice: "Battles and tragedies never only happen on the battlefield between heaven and hell. You have to know, Minghuafang The clan is very big, and the jungle is strong. "

The owners of the Twelve Temples of the Goddess are all famous throughout the world. I don’t know how many monks want to kiss Fang Ze, or pursue them fiercely, or regard them as inviolable goddesses, or regard them as women they want to conquer and possess. Famous flowers.

But who knows that behind their glamor, there is pain, tragedy, inability to control themselves, and the desire to survive standing up?

Of course, there are definitely many of them who have truly fallen.

"I must become stronger, I must break through and become a high-level god, at the expense of everything. Only with stronger cultivation can I have more say and protect more women who have the same tragic experience." The master of Minghuafang said.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the charming face and figure of Minghuafang Master, but felt that they were unattractive. What touched him was the persistence and desire for power in the eyes of Master Minghuafang.

"I can help you, if I'm not dead yet." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang quickly bowed and saluted, saying: "Thank you, old sir! In fact, I know that my qualifications and potential are far inferior to those Yuanhui-level representatives. It is my last chance to break through the realm of gods through music and rhythm. . And this opportunity is still very slim, but no matter how slim it is, you have to fight for it.”

"The fact that you have such a firm heart shows that being able to become a god is not an accident. As for the realm of a higher god, it is not that difficult. In my opinion, any god can achieve it. What you have to fight for is The level of a great god is the Tai Zhen realm." Zhang Ruochen said.

Can any god achieve it?

This old gentleman really doesn't practice martial arts. He doesn't know how difficult it is to break through the divine realm. Every level is a hurdle.

Most of the gods cannot cultivate to the realm of higher gods.

As for the realm of great gods, she had never even thought about it.

Because only the gods who have survived the first Yuanhui catastrophe and been refined by the Yuanhui tribulation will have the opportunity to hit the realm of great gods in the next Yuanhui.

Before the catastrophe of Du Yuanhui, there were very few people who could become great gods.

The master of Minghuafang only hoped that he could cultivate to the realm of a higher god, and did not even expect to survive the first Yuanhui catastrophe. Because only the strong among the higher gods can survive.

When the master of Minghuafang left, the sky was already turning white.

In the early morning, there was frost and fog.

Zhang Ruochen had just stood up when the voice of the master of Minghuafang sounded outside: "I have met Mr. Yan."

Immediately, her footsteps faded away.

Zhang Ruochen saw Yan Yu's figure. He shuttled between the musical instruments and walked over here. He smiled warmly and said, "The old man has great musical attainments and the music he plays is the sound of nature. The junior is outside, I don't know. After listening to it for a while, I felt longing for it. I really wanted to see you, but I didn't dare to interrupt you in the middle. I had to wait until the old gentleman finished teaching before I dared to come and visit."

Yan Yu has passed through the divine tribulation and entered the divine realm.

What's even more incredible is that he is already a mid-level god.

In just a few decades, it is obviously impossible to do it, and it must have borrowed a sophisticated time formation.

Zhang Ruochen had a good impression of Yan Yu and said, "Second Young Master, you are too polite. There is no need to refer to him as a junior. We are all gods. We can just talk about it as equals."

Yan Yu didn't expect that the other party had such an easy-going personality, and said with a smile: "It is really a blessing for Yan to be friends with Mr. Yan."

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Yu could not come here just because of the music, so he asked, "How come the second young master also lives in Weiming Villa?"

"Master Yuyao has a close relationship with the Yama clan. Now that he has come to Xinghuantian, he naturally wants to pay a visit." Yan Yu said.

Zhang Ruochen quickly asked: "Do the other gods of the Yama clan also live in Weiming Villa?"

Yan Yu couldn't guess why the other party suddenly asked such a question, and said with a smile: "The Yama clan is not very interested in the Linglong Conference. I am the only one who has just broken through to the middle god realm and has the idea of ​​​​competing with this new god of the Yuanhui. That’s why I came to Xinghuantian to join in the fun. But other gods didn’t come. Sir, do you know some of our Yama clan’s gods?”

Yan Yu is a very smart person, and he noticed something from Zhang Ruochen's unintentional expression.