Chapter 118 (1/2)

”I'm here for that.” Thousand blade light way: ”three months ago, not language way friend buries the army of flower to annihilate completely, no one escape. I have personally checked it. All the jade slips left here are broken. ”

”Chen Daoyou, let's go first. We'll talk about it another day. ” He arched his hand slightly and walked to the inner hall without looking back.

Monk Chen stood in the same place for a moment in consternation. He looked up to the sky and sighed: ”things are changeable, nature makes people... No words, Daoists can fall...”

Five minutes later, Qianren stopped in front of Yishan gate.

This is the largest stone gate, at least 15 meters high and 56 meters wide. People stand under it, as if ants are bigger than trees.

Qianren raised his hands and trembled slightly. His coat floated down and was caught by the two assistants. Then he left here wisely.

The ancient gate is full of cracks, as if it has not been opened for a long time. It seems ordinary, but as long as you stand in front of this huge stone gate, a feeling of heartbreaking will rise from your heart for no reason. Every crack is like the trace of time. Their simplicity and vicissitudes remind everyone of the difference between man and God.

Right above, there is a huge word ”Tian”, which explains everything.

This is the highest combat power in China and the peak of the world. One of the Gemini giants of the practice court, Shangyuan tianzai Zhenren, is where the palace is.

This word is enough to make a hundred demons retreat and ten thousand people surrender.

Half step baby! The highest fighting power of Terran!

Qianren took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Every time, standing here, even though he knew that it was just a late stage of foundation construction or a happy separation, he couldn't resist at all.

Only reverence, submission, and awe that has gone deep into the marrow.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again, knocked on the door gently, then half knelt on the ground and said in a loud voice: ”Qianren, the leader of the Yulin guard in Mingshui Province, asks for a real person.”

”Dong...” the huge stone gate, he did not use spiritual power, but issued a sound of yellow bell and big LV, echoed in the whole room, as if all the feelings of the quiet people, let people suddenly feel at peace.

There was no answer, but Qianren didn't get up at all, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face.

”Flat.” After a full five minutes, the stone door did not open at all. It was just an old voice that seemed to see through everything. It rang clearly in his ears.

”Yes Qianren stood up quietly.

”Here you are.”

”Yes. I'll take the helm, and the flower burying Legion will be destroyed within an hour before March. I'll invite a real person to do it

The voice in the room seemed to have no emotion. Three seconds later, he said slowly, ”no words... I remember the child... It's a pity...”

It's a pity, but that kind of tone, like he is just a historical spectator, after hundreds of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, is basically: the bridge collapsed, I have passed, it's a pity. This kind of mood.

”Do you want to ask me if there is a golden elixir?” The voice behind the stone gate sounded again: ”nothing. You can go back. ”

”Yes.” Thousand blade bows deeply: ”Xie Zhenren solves doubts.”

There was no sound behind the stone gate.

After waiting for two months, I heard three sentences, one of which was still with emotion, the second was rhetorical question. There was only one word to answer his question. The last four words are to deliver tea to see off the guests.

He didn't feel anything wrong.

This is the right of the top of the world.

Hundreds of years of hard work, in exchange for a once summit. He stood out from the army of millions of monks, changed his life against the sky, cut the wind and waves, and achieved the general prestige of a generation of ”protectors of the country”. Why can't other people have such power?

It's like he's in the office. He's been working and practicing for decades. Who dares to talk nonsense?

Strength determines status.

He didn't stop. After another hour, he finally got back to the branch.

Leaning on the chair, he held the teacup and pondered slightly. Tianzai's words were the most trustworthy of all the real people. He said no, he certainly didn't.

”It's not the golden elixir... But the army of burying flowers is destroyed in an instant. So... It's ”force majeure...” his hand, I don't know when, turned out the black killing order, flipped flexibly at his fingertips, and his face already showed a smile like ice.

He picked up the phone and said, ”it's me.”

”Immediately, investigate the trace of the flower burial legion, where they finally disappeared. I want the exact location. ”After hanging up the phone, he gently waved his hand, and a folder came to him.

”Daoyou...” he looked at the first page of the silent, information, photos, for a long time, and sighed: ”practice is impermanent... When you and I enter the world of friars, it's clear. I'll give you a ride.”

A group of fire, for no reason, after a long time, the folder became ashes.

”But... You're not dead in vain...” he sneered at the red dot representing Xu Yangyi in front of the computer: ”you let me know more about the impermanence of heaven... Don't worry... I'll send a live boy in to be buried with you... The chief leader is better than you at that time...”

He knew very well that if it wasn't for friar Jindan, That is... The flower burying legion, the A-level Legion that is attacking the S-level legion, has entered a place where it shouldn't go!

It's beyond the scope of the orange realm to be able to bury the flower army in an hour! Close to the red world!