Luo Heng's expression gradually returned to coldness, and he continued: "After the disaster, the human world calmed down for about half a year. Later, those gods appeared again and began to arrest the surviving cultivators. Only after I was caught here did I know that there was something beyond the Three Realms. And the world of gods.”
Chu Jun understood that the reason why the Gods started to capture survivors as cannon fodder after implementing the recovery plan was entirely because Jiuding Yunyuan failed and the Xuantian barrier was getting weaker and weaker without energy replenishment, so they needed a lot of manpower. Come and fight against the Zerg.
"This catastrophe is just like the Immortal Meteor Era a hundred thousand years ago. It's all a conspiracy of the gods!" Chu Jun said solemnly.
Luo Heng's cold eyes flashed and he asked, "What should I say?"
Chu Jun then told the story about how the Gods used the Nine Dragon Cauldron to absorb the energy of the three realms, and also told the story of how he entered the God Realm. Luo Heng and Yun Xuan were both shocked and angry after hearing this.
Yun Xuan said angrily: "These bastards are so abominable. The Jiuding Supreme is all a deceptive conspiracy. These gods regard the Three Realms as their backyard and plunder us, killing and harvesting us like pigs and dogs.* Damn bastard. Master Chu, are we going to continue to let these so-called gods slaughter us?"
Luo Heng's eyes became colder, he looked at Chu Jun quietly, and said coldly: "You tell me what to do, I can only draw a sword. Our brothers can conquer the three realms, and we can also trample the God realm under our feet."
Yun Falcon said enthusiastically: "Brother Heng is right, Master Chu, if you're afraid of him, we can gather a group of people to kill all those stinking gods."
Chu Jun's heart was also boiling with passion, but his mind was still clear. He knew that the power of the temple was huge, and it was not easy to fight against it. He said in a deep voice: "Now that we know the conspiracy of the temple, naturally we can no longer let it be slaughtered, but the power of the gods You should have a deep understanding of how powerful it is.”
Yun Falcon suddenly fell silent. Those gods were indeed very powerful. Just a team of a hundred people could hunt and kill them wantonly in the human world.
"There are more than 20 million cultivators of the demon and demon races in the God Realm. The God Clan only has a million, but they firmly control the temple. This shows how powerful the God Clan is, so we must be patient now, secretly accumulate strength, and wait for the time to come." Chu Jun He solemnly said: "The top priority is to find out how many of us have been arrested and call them all together."
Yun Falcon puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Master Chu, just tell me what to do."
Chu Jun pondered for a moment and said: "If our soldiers are captured, they will definitely be dispersed among the various armies. It will be more troublesome to find them. Let's do this. From tomorrow on, you and Luo Heng will drive the shuttle in a radius of twenty Search and investigate within a radius of ten thousand miles. If you find any king-level person who has one of our men, come back and report it. I will go and negotiate with him personally. With the speed of the shuttle traveling a million miles a day, as long as you are careful, you should be fine. "
"I obey!" Yun Xuan gave a military salute and said with a smile: "Brother Heng, Xiaoji will be with you from now on. Let's get Brother Jian and Xiaoxue back first."
Luo Heng's expression was slightly warm, and he reached out and patted Yun Falcon on the shoulder.
Chu Jun took out the eighth-grade low-grade thunder fire sword from the space ring and the eighth-grade shield obtained from the Purple-faced Venerable and handed them to Luo Hengdao: "Take these two magic weapons."
Luo Heng couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He was a sword cultivator, but the weapon equipped in the temple was only a spear. After Wei Sheng found out that he was a sword cultivator, he gave him a flying sword, but it was only a fourth-grade one. Now Chu Jun took out this Thunder Fire Sword. Judging from the powerful spiritual pressure fluctuations it exuded, it was definitely seventh grade or above.
"This is an eighth-grade low-level thunder and fire flying sword. It's not completely suitable for you, but you can make do with it!" Chu Jun said.
Originally, this Thunder Fire Sword was quite suitable for Chu Jun's own use, but since he already had the Nine-section Thunder Buddha Bamboo in his hand, the Thunder Fire Sword was obviously more useful in Luo Heng's hands.
Luo Heng couldn't help but be moved when he heard that it was an eighth-grade flying sword. He stretched out his hand to take the Thunder Fire Sword and tried it a few times. He said with slight joy, "With this eighth-grade Thunder Fire Sword, I won't be afraid even if I face the late Concentrating Soul Sword."
Chu Jun smiled and said: "This is an eighth-grade mid-level shield. Take it with you!"
"It seems that you have a good time in the God Realm, and all the magic weapons you take out are eighth-grade magic weapons." Luo Heng said a little shocked.
Yun Xuan, who had been watching enviously from the side, heard this and said cheerfully: "That's right, our Mr. Chu can get along anywhere."
Luo Heng nodded in agreement, put away the Thunder Fire Sword, and said: "I want this flying sword, but you should keep this shield. For a sword cultivator, offense is the best For defense, using shields will only weaken the combat effectiveness."
When Chu Jun heard this, he couldn't help but feel strong. He put away the eighth-level shield, glanced at Yun Falcon next to him, took out a bottle of elixir from his arms and handed it over.
Yun Falcon's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "I know that Master Chu will not favor one over the other. Hey... what kind of magic pill is this?"
"Yun Ying Dan!"
Yun Falcon couldn't help but be overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear, and said repeatedly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Chu!"
Chu Jun originally wanted to give Yun Falcon some high-grade magic weapons, but considering that this boy was only at the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, six or seven-grade magic weapons would not work for him, so he specially asked A Chou to help him refine a bottle of magic. Yunying Dan, this kind of elixir is suitable for practitioners in the Golden Dan stage to help practitioners enter the Nascent Soul stage.
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At the end of the tenth year, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the night wind blew through the gaps in the wind-eroded sand dunes, making a whimpering sound, making the already cold night even more deserted.
The large and small gravels on the Gobi were glowing coldly under the moonlight. Two cultivators wearing short armor and holding spears turned out from behind a low wind-eroded sand dune. The moonlight elongated their silhouettes on the gravel. .
The two cultivators slowly patrolled forward. Behind them was a camp full of tents, with a few weak bonfires still burning.
The two cultivators looked around vigilantly. While scanning with their spiritual consciousness, they moved forward side by side. They gradually moved away from the camp and turned behind a wind-eroded sand dune. The two stopped in perfect agreement and faced the sand dune. The look of relieving oneself.
"Old Taoist, I decided to find an opportunity to escape in the next few days!" the skinny cultivator on the right said.
The cultivator on the left frowned and replied via voice transmission: "Don't be impulsive yet. It's better to observe for a few more days before talking."
"We can't wait any longer. That guy is extremely ferocious and kills at every turn. He has killed hundreds of people in less than ten days. If he continues like this, a thousand people won't be enough for him to kill for three months. I still have to go find Xiaoxue. I can't die here. Here!" the man on the right said solemnly.
"You have also seen the fate of those who escaped a few days ago. With our speed, we can't escape the coverage of that guy's consciousness. Once we are discovered, there is only one way to die. Fan Jian, I understand your feelings, but the more this The more you try to be patient, the more patient you are.”
The man on the right was silent. He clenched his fists and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. What appeared under the cold moonlight was a thin face. It was none other than Fan Jian, but at this time, Fan Jian was completely lost. His face was casual and his eyes were deep and cold. He probably hadn't shaved his beard for a long time, but he looked a little more mature.
The one on the left turned to look at Fan Jian, sighed secretly in his heart, and comforted: "Don't worry, Xiaoxue will be fine!"
This man has a dignified appearance, three long strands of beard under his chin, and a very elegant temperament. He is actually Dao Zhengming.
Dao Zhengming and Fan Jian were not captured at the same time, but they met during training in the same attached military camp. They were also assigned to the same attached troop squad by coincidence. What was even more coincidental was that they were selected by the evil lord Yang Lu. If that day Chu Jun was unable to grab the jade slip from the fierce king, and what he finally got was the thousand-man team of attached soldiers that Fan Jian and Dao Zhengming were part of.
The Fierce Lord Yang Lu was already extremely cruel and regarded human life as nothing, not to mention these vassals who acted as cannon fodder. They killed people at every turn. Only ten days after the competition started, he killed hundreds of people from his thousands of vassals. So the whole team was trembling with fear. A dozen people escaped a few days ago. Fan Jian originally planned to join, but was pulled by Dao Zhengming. As a result, the dozen or so cultivators who escaped were all captured by the fierce king and brutally killed. Tortured to death, no one could escape.
Fan Jian stared at the bright moon in the sky and said as if to himself: "It's been two years, boss, where is he?"
Dao Zhengming's eyes flashed and he said: "Master Kaiou, he must be fine, he will be back!"
"Why are you so sure?"
Dao Zhengming said: "The King of the Realm is a powerful man with unparalleled luck. No one can defeat him, not even gods!"
Fan Jian smiled bitterly: "You still believe in this illusory luck theory!"
Dao Zhengming was silent!
At this moment, a shrill scream came from the direction of the camp. The two of them couldn't help but look at each other solemnly. They knew without looking that the unlucky guy must have been killed by the vicious Lord Yang Lu.
Fan Jian and Dao Zhengming quickly returned to the camp, and sure enough they saw a naked female corpse outside the fierce king's tent. The two plump lumps on the chest were torn off, and the blood was terrible. The female cultivator's lower body was in a mess. His wide-open eyes were filled with tears, and his pretty face was distorted by pain and fear.
The cultivators in the camp seemed to have become numb to this kind of thing. They all hid in their tents to avoid getting into trouble. The other cultivators on patrol stayed far away and did not dare to get close.
Fan Jian's heart boiled with anger. He recognized this female cultivator. They had talked to each other during the day. Unexpectedly, they died tragically here just a few hours apart.
Fierce Lord has a perverted hobby, he likes to rape and kill women, and he will brutally tear the woman under him to death in a state of sexual excitement. This is already the second time in ten days. A beautiful female cultivator did this five days ago. A tragic death.
Fan Jian was so angry that he wanted to rush into the tent and chop off the beast's head with a sword, but he also knew that this would only lead to death, so he tried his best to suppress his anger. Dao Zhengming gave Fan Jian a slight tug and signaled him to leave quickly. As soon as the two of them turned around, the fierce man with a sinister face walked out of the tent, pointed at the two of them and said coldly: "You two, drag this bitch away." Go bury it!”