Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

  Recovering from the lingering meditation, Zhao Yinshun narrowed his eyes in bewilderment, feeling that some authority in the depths of his soul seemed to have received massive feedback from heaven, and a mysterious transformation began to gradually brew.

  The rank progress seems to fill up a lot in an instant, comparable to a large-scale war...why...

  Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Yinshun's mind, and Zhao Yinshun quickly realized that Ares is the embodiment of the concept of war. Defeating him is equivalent to defeating the war itself in a certain sense.

   Not only the rank progress, but more importantly, part of his original authority was deprived.

[High-Dimensional Vision] Self-examination, two mysterious mythical army souls flicker like breathing, swallowing an endless stream of dark red blood in the void, the majestic and tyrannical divine luster beats like a heart, at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye Slow growth.

  It seems that the benefits of defeating a son of God are more than imagined. Compared with the intuitive gains, these subtle accumulations may be more important.

  Nodding thoughtfully, Zhao Yinshun raised his eyes, his gaze penetrated the Conferred God Altar, and looked directly at the destiny of the empire like a candle in the wind.

   Aware of subtle changes in his own luck, he mobilized his whole body, and even Da Min's national luck has undergone subtle shifts.

  Zhao Yinshun's eyes were full of sparks, and his empty vision wanted to clear the fog of time, but he was forced to close his eyes by the increasing pressure.

  The power is still not enough, the flesh and soul that carries the divinity are too small, to snoop forcibly will only collapse completely...

  Feeling something in his heart, the young man in white slowly opened his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth helplessly, the boundless and ruthless divinity in his pupils gradually faded, and warm humanity emerged again.

   Lifting his toes, he stepped out of the Conferred God Stage, and the handsome young man returned to the material world in an instant, and fell gently like a feather, slowly touching the ground.

  Looking around, I saw complex and distorted emotions in the eyes of everyone, including jealousy, fear, admiration, jealousy, and the anger of betrayal...

Um?

   Facing a pair of pale green pupils exuding golden holy light, Zhao Yinshun was slightly taken aback, and then showed a bright smile from the heart.

   "Iris, long time no see."

   "You promised me that you would not kill indiscriminately, but why did hundreds of thousands of people die at your hands?!"

   Appeared in front of the boy almost teleportingly, the heroic blond girl looked directly into the boy's eyes, and suddenly felt something strange.

   He didn't seem to be so tall when we parted last time, why do I need to look up to him now?

  Obviously when we first met, he was still a head shorter than me!

  Unexplainable and strange emotions flashed in her mind, and the blond girl frowned slightly, quickly suppressing her distracting thoughts.

  Looking at the girl who was filled with righteous indignation, Zhao Yinshun raised his forehead in distress, pondered for a few seconds, and said helplessly.

   "Who did you hear that I killed hundreds of thousands of people? There are not so many, okay?"

  The girl was taken aback for a moment, her menacing eyes instantly softened, and she fell into self-doubt.

   "Could it be that my information is wrong?"

   "Impossible, the information from all parties is well-documented, at most there are only statistical errors..."

  While murmuring as thin as a mosquito, the girl stared at Zhao Yinshun suspiciously, her eyes flashing with holy golden light shot back and forth on him.

   "Then how many did you kill?"

   "Uh... less than a few hundred thousand..."

   "Don't look away, how many are there?"

   "It's really not many, only a few thousand died in my hands..."

   Sensing the boy's ambiguity, the blond girl's eyes gradually became sharper.

   "Wan, Yu? How much is left?"

   "Emmm... more than a hundred thousand... wait... wait..."

  Pressing Iris' little hand that drew the sword, Zhao Yinshun gazed into her eyes sincerely.

   "Iris, listen to my sophistry, no, listen to my explanation!"

   "What is there to explain? You murderous maniac!"

   "You only asked how many I killed, why didn't you ask how many I let go?"

  The excited sword drawing paused slightly, and Iris looked at the boy suspiciously, waiting for his next words.

   Seeing her calm down, Zhao Yinshun let go of her hand, and his expression gradually became sad.

   "Iris, you know me well. I have no other advantages, but a kind heart, and I don't want to see others suffer..."

   "..."

   "But this time I went to [Liuyin Fengguo], in addition to the unavoidable casualties on the battlefield, at least a million **** people fell into my hands."

   "Millions! I don't even have the heart to kill any of them!"

  Seeing Zhao Yinshun comparing a finger, with a sad and desolate face, and the faint appearance of water flickering in his eyes, Yi Ruisi's brows gradually knotted.

  There seems to be something wrong. Why do you feel that you are so hungry and thirsty that you want to kill them all, but you feel aggrieved when you are stopped?

   Without giving the blond girl time to think carefully, Zhao Yinshun flicked his sleeves and shook his head sadly.

   "I feed millions of people with good food and drink, and let them spend every day in fulfilling labor. I have such a bodhisattva heart, but there are still people spreading rumors and slandering everywhere. Do you think these people still have a conscience?"

   "..."

  Gripping Iris' white palm, Zhao Yinshun's voice trembled and he howled in grief and anger.

"Can this society get better? How do we benevolent people live? The insects are satisfied. This world is full of oppression of kindness. When I think that they will continue to persecute me, tears flow from the corners of my mouth, no , dripping from the corner of my eye..."

   Wiping away the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes, the boy in white sighed faintly, and slowly let go of Iris's hand.

   "Iris, am I the kind of person who disregards human life and kills innocent people indiscriminately?"

   "I'm just too kind and gentle. If I can really kill people, I will be like this now?"

   "Even the overseas hair gods who don't know where they come from don't know the dignity, and dare to burn my clothes!"

   "When did I, Zhao Yinshun, suffer this kind of grievance?!"

  The more he talked, the more angry he became, Zhao Yinshun punched down fiercely, the air that was not strong was compressed and solidified under the front of the fist, and finally he was smashed like a materialized table with a loud bang.

  Iris: "..."

  Feeling Zhao Yinshun's aggrieved heart, Iris rubbed her temples painfully.

How to do? I actually think he makes sense...

   Sighed, looking at the self-repaired, white as new [Snow Dragon Clothes] on the young man, Iris shook her head tiredly.

   Ares is one of the twelve main gods of Olympus!

  He just burned your clothes during the battle, and you beheaded him with a sword, and called him a **** of hair. You are somewhat personal...

  According to your classification, I am also an overseas hair god...

  Wait, so it looks like he killed me once too!

  Hiss... Maoshen is actually me? ? ! !

   Didn't notice the blond girl's emotional change, Zhao Yinshun flicked his sleeves in righteous indignation.

   "Go to [Liuyin Fengguo] to inquire about it, who wouldn't praise me for being honest and reliable, Mr. Zhao Yinshun, a bodhisattva with a heart?"

   "There are fewer and fewer gentle and honest people like me these days. You can't misunderstand me because of rumors from the outside world!"

   "If one day I become black, it will be all your fault!"

   Sighing with emotion and shaking his head, Zhao Yinshun successfully stunned Iris with the inexplicable nonsense.

  Patting the confused and frowning blond girl, the boy in white left behind a faint whisper, which turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot.

   "You should reflect on yourself."

"Oh…"

  Nodding subconsciously, the sluggish girl suddenly realized that something was wrong.

   Reflection?

   Reflect on what?

   Am I not questioning him?

  How come I have to reflect on it in the end?

  Wait, let me go over it...

   Frowning into a ball, Iris carefully analyzed and thought carefully, and finally realized that she seemed to be being tricked!

  But after such a steaming, the anger in her heart has dissipated.

  Because she realized that Zhao Yinshun was still the same as before, not killing people for fun.

  Killing is just a means, not an end. Compared with the huge enemy group, he doesn't kill much, and it can even be called restraint!

   Just like what he said, hundreds of thousands were killed and millions were spared. With his character of not being able to rub a grain of sand in his eyes, he is really gentle and kind.

  Before that, he was going to kill them all!

  Inexplicably, Iris felt a touch of emotion in her heart.

  On the other side, a few blocks away, a young man dressed in white clothes Shengxue suddenly appeared on the side of the street, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

  Obviously, he was confident to others, but he was inexplicably guilty in front of Iris.

  This may be the difference between facing hypocrisy and facing truth and goodness...

  The former is just a whore, while the latter will make people feel awe from the heart.

   "Junior brother."

  Just as he was thinking, a familiar cold call suddenly came from behind him. Zhao Yinshun looked back and saw the cold senior sister standing not far away.

   "Senior sister, why are you here?"

   "Master told you to go back."

"Oh."

  Nodded, Zhao Yinshun was about to take a step forward, Li Min walked up to him slowly, rubbed his head lightly, his beautiful face that was like ice for thousands of years thawed instantly, revealing a smile as gentle as water.

   "Nice job."

  The sudden sweet smile made Zhao Yinshun's heart skip a beat, and he rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

   "Hey, routine operation, it's just a narrow move."

   "You were so arrogant just now, why are you humble now?"

   "Aren't I afraid to scare the other leeks? If they are persuaded, then I am not a blood loss?"

   "So if someone asks you in the future, you can say that anyone can give me a 50-50 match, and I will always win by a narrow margin."

  Li Min: "..."

  Looking at his junior brother not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Li Min pinched his cheek helplessly.

   "I'm not stupid, okay, come back early, Master seems to be looking for you."

   "Eh! Wait..."

   Seeing the senior sister turn around and leave, just as Zhao Yinshun raised his hand, the iceberg beauty in front of him instantly blurred and dissipated, completely melting into the air.

   "..."

  The palms that were frozen in mid-air slowly clenched and retracted, Zhao Yinshun gritted his teeth viciously.

  The twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month, the weather is cloudy

  Senior Sister Dog opened the portal and didn't take me with me, I will write down this grudge!

  ……………

   crunch~

  Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a rich and warm fragrance rushed over, looking at the plump woman lying lazily and half lying on the bed, Li Min saluted respectfully.

   "Master, the younger brother has won a big victory."

   "Well, I saw it, the overseas gods have been slashed face, I'm afraid the Olympus gods will not let it go..."

   "The junior brother?"

  Seeing Li Min's worried look, Duan Musui shook his head with a smile.

   "With the barrier of Shenzhou, the outer gods dare not descend in their real bodies. Your junior brother wishes them to give away their heads."

   "..."

   "That little **** is just afraid that the world will not be chaotic!"

   Laughing and cursing, Duan Musui slowly raised his head to look up into the void, his blurred vision gradually lost focus.

   "The hero rank [Seven Kills] enters the Palace of Fate, the legendary rank [Broken Army] enters the Palace of Fate, alas... Shun'er is still too young, and the rank of [Greedy Wolf] may have to wait until the mythical rank..."

   "Master, it's only been more than a year, are you too impatient?"

  Listening to Duan Musui's murmur, Li Min couldn't help frowning.

   "Junior brother is only sixteen years old, I don't want to put too much burden on him."

  Looking down at the stubborn apprentice, Duan Musui pursed her lips in relief, and did not dislike her objection.

   "You still underestimated your junior, and... our time is running out..."

  Hearing Master's meaningful whisper, Li Min's pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously raised his head to look up at the void, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

   "Father..."

"I am back!"

   At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door, Li Min instantly restrained his emotions, and returned to the state of no waves in the ancient well.

  Looking at Tu'er distressedly, Duan Musui patted her head, then turned to face the door.

   "Shuner is back."

   "I have seen Master."

   "Hey, that barbarian didn't hurt you, did he?"

   "Uh...no."

   "That's good, ignore those vulgar and barbarians in the future, they are all fools whose heads have been messed up by the chaos of theocracy, and they will only act on instinct..."

   "..."

   "Teacher will pay attention in the future, by the way, you are so anxious to call me back, what's the matter?"

   "Oh, there's a message from [The All-seeing Eye], it's for you."

   Stretching out his hand a little, his white fingertips lightly touched the center of his eyebrows, a mysterious message poured directly into his soul, and Zhao Yinshun's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

   "Did the archbishop pass it on to you? What's the matter?"

   "Well, Yani invited [Mechanical God] [Knowledge Council] [Gate of Truth] to come to Damin to preach. Their ship has already crossed [Three Buddha Kingdoms], and it is estimated that they will arrive in Linbo County soon."

   Speaking of this, the joyful expression on Zhao Yinshun's face slowly disappeared, and he looked at the two people in the room reluctantly.

   "Master, Senior Sister..."

   "A good man has ambitions everywhere. If you have something important to do, go there."

  Rubbing the boy's head, Duan Musui smiled understandingly.

   "Then... this disciple cannot always be with Master, so please take care of yourself."

   "I see, Shun Er has a heart."

  Holding his lover into his arms, Duan Musui patted his vest comfortingly, exhorting him softly.

   "In the war of public opinion, your senior sister and I will find a way to try our best to wash away your grievances. You don't need to worry about it."

   "Besides, you go out alone, take care of yourself..."