Chaos Heaven Realm, the original site of Zhuxie City.
At a glance, the pond was suspended in the void. An old man was sitting by the pond, holding a bamboo pole and fishing.
The bottom is white sand, mixed with colorful pebbles in the middle. The edge of the pond is inlaid with a circle of white stones of different sizes. This very abrupt pond suspended in the void is about ten acres in size. The spring water is extremely clear, and the sparkling waves can be clearly seen. To the fish in the pond.
There are two fish, one black and one white. These are the only two fish in the pond.
The fish were about three feet long, one on the left and one on the right were hidden in two corners of the pond. There was a faint twinkle in their eyes, as if they were peeping at each other's movements. Anyone can clearly sense the tense atmosphere between the two fish. They are waiting for the opportunity to kill and devour each other.
The two fish just stared at each other and turned a blind eye to the red worm on the hook in the old man's hand, showing no intention of biting the bait.
The old man was not in a hurry, he just sat quietly by the pond and waited quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, a wisp of black smoke flew from the far distant chaotic sky. The black smoke circled the pond twice. A figure walked out of the black smoke and sat quietly in the pond opposite the old man. On a big rock on the side.
"Old Qinglian, have you really accepted a disciple?" The face of the man walking out of the black smoke was hazy, and his appearance could not be clearly seen. But his voice was particularly sharp and harsh, like two iron awls. When he spoke, tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the pond.
The old man said calmly: "The main body of the Wuxiang Qinglian has disappeared, so it can be seen that he has taken a disciple. With his ability, there is no one who can kill him in three days. Unless he takes the initiative to pass the Wuxiang Qinglian to others, Who can snatch the Wuxiang Qinglian?"
With a cold snort, the old man said softly: "That's not the key, the key is... Old friends from Sheng Sheng Tian, what you did this time is a bit of a slap in the face!"
The man chuckled: "Only you people from the Supreme Heaven would think this way... We, Da Luotian, have never been shameless. If we don't have any shame, we don't care about slaps in the face or anything like that."
After shaking his head and laughing a few times, the man said faintly: "Okay, send someone to inform us anxiously. Mr. Yun Tian, do you have anything to say?"
The old man finally put down his bamboo pole and placed it on a big rock. He raised his head, glanced at the man tepidly, and said flatly: "Think of a way to defeat Cangling Prefecture... A mere creature from Cangling Prefecture cannot meet our needs. Over the years, the Divine Nest has been transformed. There are too many heavenly soldiers and generals, and too many souls are needed."
The man laughed strangely, and said quietly: "This kind of thing? We are not interested. You started this war, and we just took advantage of the fact that Old Ghost Tieding's son was killed to take advantage of it."
Shaking his head, the man sneered: "It's good to get rich rewards from things like robbery, but it doesn't matter if you don't get anything. Anyway, it's a business without capital. Just for fun, let the brats of each family see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood." Whatever the scene, that’s a big benefit.”
After a few strange laughs, the man's voice became very cold: "You want us, Da Luotian, to help you defeat Cang Ling Prefecture? Haha, you have also seen the defense line set up by Sheng Sheng Tian behind Cang Ling Prefecture. Several old friends are there. Sit in person... You, the Holy Spirit, are not so crazy that you want to start a full-scale war with them, are you?"
The man pointed at the old man: "Are you, the thirteen great ministers, so accustomed to enjoying the glory and wealth that you want to let three or five of you perish and give your lovely wives and concubines to your successors to enjoy?"
The old man's face remained motionless, and there was no strange color in his eyes. He still said calmly: "Aren't you curious that it's a bit weird for the Holy Spirit to create this so-called battle of destiny and send so many of the Holy Spirit's proud men to the battlefield? ?”
The old man frowned and said in a deep voice: "You monsters and monsters are ruthless and cruel. It's not surprising that you would do such a thing. You always go crazy every once in a while. We are all used to it. We spiritual people... we spiritual people The clan does not like trouble, we just follow the instructions of our ancestors, settle down and pursue the path to the highest level."
Pointing in the direction of Holy Spirit Heaven, the old man said calmly: "Those human races in Holy Spirit Heaven are different. Human race, you should know their origins. They are the powerful men of the ancient Infinite Heaven, who extracted the best ethnic essences of hundreds of millions of ethnic groups and smelted them. become."
"They are treacherous, greedy, profit-seeking, and they use unscrupulous means... But precisely because they are treacherous, greedy, profit-seeking, and unscrupulous... They also have a saying, 'If you don't have profit, you can't afford it.'"
"This war should not have evolved into the current situation."
The old man frowned and finally showed a hint of worry: "It shouldn't be like this... sending so many of the best young people from Holy Spirit Heaven to the battlefield, and putting them to death in an almost desperate battlefield... But they And they made such weird restrictions, not allowing our clansmen who are over a million years old to participate in the war."
The man crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and glanced at the old man sternly: "What are you worried about? What is there to worry about?"
The old man nodded slowly: "Ignorance is the greatest terror... The Holy Spirit must be brewing some conspiracy, or in other words, they are preparing for some big move. Do you think that if they select the so-called Son of Destiny, they will then What will you do when you come down?"
The man was silent for a long time, and he said quietly: "Isn't that simple? Just strangle all the children of destiny and kill them all, isn't it?"
The old man said softly: "Since he is the son of destiny, can he be killed?"
The man smiled proudly: "Bullshit destiny... Of all the people in our Daluotian who have names and surnames and dominate one area, who is not an expert in doing things against the will of heaven? How can there be someone in this world who can't be killed?"
The old man laughed, clapped lightly and said with a smile: "So, you see, we sent people to call you over to discuss things. Isn't this a tacit agreement? No matter what the Holy Spirit has planned, these so-called candidates for the Son of Destiny Everyone must be killed. Especially the most outstanding group of people... "
The old man twirled his fingers and slowly counted out a long list of names, including "Gongyang Sanxiu", "Aoba", "Youwu Wudi", etc. Finally, the old man slowly said "Qinglian Shengjun" the name.
The man suddenly laughed: "Hey, so you want us to join forces and find a way to get rid of them? No, we won't do it without any benefit."
The old man nodded hurriedly and smiled: "It's good, it's good, of course, it's good..."
The old man's eyes flickered, and he directly used his soul to transmit his voice, telling the man his conditions.
The man was silent for a while and nodded slowly: "In this case, those bastards will not reject your opinion... So, all in all, how can we kill these brats? There are many troublesome people among them. It’s a bit difficult to kill those little bastards now!”