Regardless of Senior Brother Zhuo's frantic struggle, Ning Luo smiled while playing chess with the black-robed man: "A long time ago, there was a true god who fell from the nine heavens and fell among the mortal dust. Empathy was born, and she used her divine power to spread it in every corner of the world, so that those poor people in the world could see a glimmer of hope and dawn."
Senior Brother Zhuo looked horrified, he didn't know what Ning Luo was talking about, and he didn't want to listen to his crazy words, he just wanted to break free and leave here.
However...
Ning Luo's claws were like a solid iron cage, hard to shake.
At this moment, Ning Luo's story did not stop: "With the arrival of the true god, those poor people of time offered it up, built a temple, and regarded it as faith. From then on, in this world, the power of faith was born, But... As time goes by, what the True God can dedicate to them is less and less... "
At this point, Ning Luo's eyes were piercingly cold, and his speed of speech accelerated in vain: "People in the world start to complain about the true god, complaining that the true god no longer loves, complains about the true god, and is no longer selfless... Complaining about the true god, he is not worthy of having a temple... Finally, selfish And greed burst out in people's hearts, they smashed the temple, ruined the faith, joined forces to kill the true god, cut the body of the true god, with a hideous appearance, greedily absorbed the last trace of divine power that was almost squeezed out of the true god's body... "
Suddenly, the chessboard under the fingers of the man in black shattered, and the chess pieces scattered all over the ground.
Ning Luo's complexion returned to normal, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Senior Brother Zhuo: "Senior Brother Zhuo... You said that the true god's selfless dedication exhausted the divine power in his body to benefit the world. Dividing the body of the true god...is it cruel? If so, why does the true god love the world? They will pay a terrible price for their ugly behavior."
"You... this... lunatic... What the hell... are... talking about... what... let go... of me!" Brother Zhuo felt as if he was about to suffocate under Ning Luo's jaws.
"What... True God... I don't know... Ning Luo... This is... Cloud Sect, you... you'd better... let me go, leave... I read... you are my... Junior Brother, you will never... say it..."
Seeing that Ning Luo didn't respond, Senior Brother Zhuo looked a little terrified and had no choice but to give in.
"Crack!"
In the next second, the sound of bone shattering sounded.
"boom!"
Ning Luo let go, Senior Brother Zhuo collapsed on the ground powerlessly, his neck was crushed and he couldn't breathe.
Soon, Senior Brother Zhuo's body was covered with a layer of ice, then shattered and turned into ice chips, as if Senior Brother Zhuo had never existed in this world.
"When will the secret realm be opened?" Ning Luo looked at the man in black.
"Within half a month." A deep voice came from the black robe.
"I'm really looking forward...that day will come." Ning Luo walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back. The smile on his mouth never faded away.
"I'll go first." The man in black got up slowly, and the attic turned into a cloud of black mist, and finally disappeared.
At this moment, only the lonely figure of Ning Luo remained.
He raised his head slightly, looking at the moonlight outside the window.
Under the moonlight, Ning Luo was dressed in white and stood quietly in front of the window with a faint smile on his mouth, but two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.