Way of Choices

"Due to the impact of the defeat on the battlefield, he used a lot of resources and built an altar in the city."

The demon said: "Then he convinced many elders and my elders to agree that he would sacrifice to the starry sky with the spirit of the demon warrior who died on the battlefield."

Hearing the words sacrifice to the starry sky, Chen Changsheng had a very bad omen and asked, "Who is the sacrifice to, what is required?"

The devil said with sarcasm: "Nature is to sacrifice to the Holy Light Continent over the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Holy Light Continent can come to help us. Some timid nobles even hope that they can return to the Holy Light Continent. No need to face the danger and pain of genocide."

Chen Changsheng said: "The origin of the Demon Race has not been erased? Why can they know?"

"The fighting has been continuous and the situation is chaotic during the past six months. Many rules have lost their effectiveness, and many secrets have naturally spread."

The devil looked at a university student.

A college student's face suddenly turned pale, and he began to vomit blood.

The blood is not red, gold, or green, but black.

The university student was obviously poisoned and said in pain: "Even if I don't say it, the military division knows everything."

The devil said calmly: "But you said it anyway."

The colleague fell to the ground, twitched twice, and stopped breathing.

The Demon King looked to the crowd, mainly Xu Yourong, and said with apology: "Sorry."

Chen Changsheng didn't notice, but was thinking about what he just said.

The upper levels of the Demon Race pin their hopes on that altar, and naturally it is difficult to do their best on the battlefield, whether it is subjective or whatever. As a result, the situation of the Demon Race will be worse, and the more they will pin their hopes on the altar. The altar is like a swamp outside the snow old city. As long as it falls on it, no matter how struggling, it is difficult to stand up again. The devil should be very clear about this, why did he not stop the black robe? Why didn't the altar be destroyed?

Demon King looked at Chen Changsheng and said: "I think you should have guessed it, yes, I also want to keep the last hope."

Chen Changsheng said: "Even if it violates the will of the demons in the past?"

The devil sighed: "I don't want to, it's not too hard to force you."

Chen Changsheng said: "You did it ten years ago."

This is about the two angels who once appeared in the city of Baidi.

"There will be very big differences."

The devil looked at him seriously and said, "Because the quantity is different."

After saying this, he opened his arms.

The **** cloak rose without wind.

The magic flame that condenses in the night also sways with it, and some things are looming.

Those are stone statues, tall or short, no more than one foot long, not gold or jade, I don't know what material they are made of.

Some stone statues squatted half, some statues fluttered and fluttered, and they were as vivid as ever, beyond the scope of carving.

Chen Changsheng's expression became very solemn.

The stone statue did not reveal any breath, but it had a very strange feeling, as if it might be alive at any time.

Wang Po and others had strong vigilance in their hearts.

Like Chen Changsheng, they both remembered the two angels in Baidi City, and remembered something else.

If a stone statue is an angel, how many stone statues are there in the distance?

Mo Yan kept dancing.

The night was hard to rest, and there was silence.

Many questions have answers.

The black robe's hatred of the human race is really as deep as the West Sea. In order to eliminate the human race, he is omnipotent. In the past hundreds of years, he hoped that relying on the demon race can eliminate the human race. When he discovered that the general situation has changed, this has changed. When he was unable to complete the task, he did not hesitate to choose another path.

He pushed mercilessly on the road to the defeat of the demon, forced the demon into desperation in the shortest time, forced the demon to step into their own pace, mobilized countless resources to build an altar, ready to welcome the holy The Legion of Angels of the Light Continent comes.

"What do you mean by telling this story tonight."

Chen Changsheng said to the devil.

The devil smiled, looked at his eyes, and said calmly and firmly: "Exit from Xue Old Town, otherwise I will agree to the black robe's request."

"This is a good story." Wang Po said.

Mrs. Tang said: "It is indeed a good story."

This story, to be precise, is the method of telling this story, which makes them think that the devil is amazing.

If it wasn't too little time for this demon king, and the general trend has been determined, or the devil may really have a revival.

At the beginning, if the devil did not invite those historians and scholars to speak words such as genocide and civilization, and created a solemn and tragic atmosphere, he began to tell the story directly. No one would believe it, only think he was In a ridiculous reason to delay time. But the devil did not do this, from the Holy Light Continent to the gods to the black robe. He came slowly and moved his heart. The story was very perfect, with history and weight, so people have to believe it.

"But there is a question. What does the black robe need of you?"

Wang Po said: "If you have no meaning for this story, then it doesn't make sense to tell the story well."

"What he needs is not me, but this."

The devil's right hand stretched out his sleeve.

There was no stone statue in his hand, but a stone pestle.

The stone pestle seemed ordinary, but it was not.

Even the stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist felt a sensation and struck lightly.

The stone pestle and the Tianshu tablet come from the same place, have the same material, but have completely different effects.

Star kill.

The secret of the undead.

The supreme artifact that has not appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years.

At that time in Xueling, the old devil died under the starlight it had summoned.

Chen Changsheng saw the star killing in person.

Afterwards, according to his description, the priest who left the palace painted the starry sky into the scroll, and sent it to the states and circulated it.

Characters such as Mrs. Tang and Wang Po were naturally the first batch to see the painting. After only a glance, they were sure that this was a real star-killing.

Then the story told by the devil has more authenticity.

If the devil cooperates with the black robe and uses the altar and the starry sky to open the space channel, the angels of the Holy Land come one after another...

The magic flame danced, and those stone statues were looming.

Looking at this scene, everyone's expression was very dignified.

Even if those angels are not as powerful as the two fighting angels who once appeared in Baidi City. But according to the analysis afterwards, those angels of Holy Light can comprehend the natural law between heaven and earth on their own. In other words, they are the sacred realm from the moment they exist!

Of course, the human race is not completely unprepared for this most sinister situation. Over the past ten years, the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the palace and the sectarian families often deduced the original battle of the White Emperor City, looking for a way to kill the angel of the Holy Light. Progress, but that is still based on the premise of a small number of angels.

Nowadays, the sacred domain of the human race is either seriously injured or rebellious. If there are so many angels, how can they win?

Even more terrible is, what if the gods of the Holy Land come in person?

Will the human race perish on this?

The atmosphere is very depressing.

But some people still don't believe the story told by the devil.

"This is not a mallet made of a stone? Are you really like us? The mallet has been dead for more than ten years!"

Xiao Zhang said: "We have been preparing for so many years, playing for so long, and dying so many people, do you want us to return with a story?"

These words made God Heming and some people feel a little emotional.

What if it is true? The devil is scary.

The wrinkles in the corners of Mrs. Tang's eyes are getting deeper and darker, and there is a deep worry.

He felt that the devil's words were true.

Wang Po and Xu Yourong share the same view.

Chen Changsheng once saw the beam of light from the Xinghai in Xueling, and he should have believed the story most.

But he vaguely remembered that the star-killing was no longer useful, and he remembered a conversation he heard that night.

He looked to the devil and asked, "Altar is used to break the wall? Star kill is used to indicate the location?"

The devil said: "I didn't expect you to forget my conversation with my father."

Chen Changsheng said: "Two angels came down ten years ago. You can treat them as slaves. The idea of ​​the black robe is obviously more than that. If there are too many angels coming, what would you do? So you have been hesitating, Struggling, until now you still haven't decided what to do."

The devil smiled and said, "Yes, so I leave this choice to you."

Chen Changsheng was silent.

Now I want to think that many of the contents of the communication in ten years are the means of the devil.

This is a subtle process. It is difficult for him to convince himself that the threat of the Holy Light Continent does not exist.

The so-called choice is more like a gamble, and the stakes are the entire human race.

When it comes to gambling, Xu Yourong and Mrs. Tang are much stronger than him, but they haven't read those letters.

The contents of those letters are the cards that the devil has played.

Only through those cards can one try to determine what the devil's hole card is.

Suddenly, a voice rang from behind the crowd.

The voice was ill, utterly powerless, and extremely awkward, and it was easy to get bored no matter who listened.

"What he wrote in the letter is true, most of the story is true, but what he said is false."

The devil looked behind the crowd and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why?"

"Because there is death spirit between your brows and eyes, and there is a touch of sorrow, but there is no anger. I used an hour to reverse the situation in Wenshui. After coming out of the ancestral hall, I took a bath on the street, and you were not as good-tempered as me. You can't do such an elegant thing, but you should always be more arrogant to complete such reversals, so calm can only mean that you are lying!"

Ye Xiaolian pushed a wheelchair out of the crowd.

Tang Thirty-six sat on it.

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