"How is your fist?" Qing Mo ignored Peng Junyue at all and just looked at Zheng Shiyi's fist with concern.
Zheng Shiyi shook his head in silence, his mood getting lower and lower. Not only did he fail to recall Yu Qi's memory, but he got the result that he couldn't even lift his fist.
The Love Demon looked at Zheng Shiyi's depressed face, sighed quietly, and asked, "Who is the person you love?"
"Of course it's Yu Qi, Su Yuqi." Zheng Shiyi said without thinking.
"Really? Then let me ask you, do you love the Saint?" The Love Demon looked at Zheng Shiyi with a half-smile, waiting for Zheng Shiyi's answer.
Zheng Shiyi fell silent for a moment. The person he loved was Yu Qi, not the saint, not the saint she is now.
The Love Demon shook his head slightly, stretched out a finger and pointed at Zheng Shiyi's heart and said: "You have to ask yourself clearly who the person you love is. A woman who can be said to have just changed her soul and only retained her body, or a woman who has just changed her soul and only retained her body. The one you love?"
Zheng Shiyi continued to be silent. The one he loved was indeed not the cold saint with whom he had no feelings, but Yu Qi.
Today, Yu Qi is as if she was locked up in a dungeon, claustrophobic, or, to put it cruelly, killed.
I need to resurrect the woman I love most, I need to rescue her!
"Senior, I understand." Zheng Shiyi finally raised his head and looked at the love demon with a determined expression. At the same time, a strong feeling arose in his heart, a desire to punch and smash everything in front of him with his fist. Shackles, break all shackles of desire!
Zheng Shiyi suddenly sat cross-legged on the open space in the courtyard.
Qing Mo looked at Zheng Shiyi who slowly closed his eyes, with a happy smile on his face, and turned to leave.
In the courtyard where the Jasper Sect is stationed, King Fudo looked at the saint who turned back with a pleased expression, a satisfied smile on his face. The saint had grown up, grown again, and became more and more like a real one. A saint.
It’s just that Zheng Shiyi…
It can be seen that Zheng Shiyi's fist is still sealed and he is still unable to exert his fighting power, but his courage and courage are still too dangerous.
If we wait for him to recover, it will be even more terrifying and troublesome.
King Fudo looked at the retreating figure of the saint, with a look of determination on his face. He had found the saint with great difficulty, and the Jasper Sect had also found it with great difficulty. Zheng Shiyi could not be left alone. Disrupt all this.
If Zheng Shiyi is allowed to recover, with Zheng Shiyi's courage and his past experience of coming out of desperate situations, the Jasper Sect will probably be greatly impacted. And with the current Emperor Chiyun's talents and strategies, the Jasper Sect will be in big trouble.
We can't wait any longer. For the sake of safety and for the various possibilities in the future, there is only one way.
Suddenly, extremely rich spiritual energy surged out of King Fudo's body. Wave after stream of pure, substance-like spiritual energy surged out of his body, and the air around him instantly began to rotate crazily.
A ray of dark golden light rushed out from the top of King Fudo's head and shot straight into the sky. King Fudo raised a hand, and a green light shone from the palm of his hand, hitting his Dantian heavily. parts.
The next moment, there was a loud sound like the last thunderbolt falling in a thunderstorm, and the entire Jasper Sect's residence shook violently at the loud sound.
The entire sky seemed to have completely exploded in this loud noise.
King Fudo's cultivation level dropped crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dissipated cultivation level seemed to turn into countless rays of light, flying from his body to the sky.
In just an instant, the sky above the mansion was enveloped in a golden light. The golden light was so brilliant that it seemed that the entire imperial city had noticed this golden light.
The golden light is full of vast pressure, which makes people feel heart palpitations when they look at it from a distance.
The next moment, the sky in this world suddenly darkened, turning pitch black without warning, and then most of the imperial city fell into darkness.
In the darkness, King Fudo's cultivation level continued to decline. Every time his cultivation level dropped by one level, the declining cultivation level turned into a silver ray of light, flying into the sky and flying towards the sky. Looking from a distance, It looked like shooting stars streaking across the sky.
The stream of light flew by, and the entire imperial city seemed to be trembling slightly. In the sky, bursts of muffled thunder continued to be heard. A crescent moon rose from the dark night, and the entire imperial city seemed to be in a state of shock even outside. Falling into the night is the real night.
"There is a strange phenomenon in the sky and the earth, and the black light is always shining. This is a saint who has killed himself!" In an inconspicuous courtyard in the imperial city, a man holding a sword in both hands frowned and looked at him in shock. The sky above.
"Not a saint." An old man walked out slowly and looked at the vision above his head and sighed: "It should be a holy womb, almost a saint, but not a real saint.
If a true saint committed suicide, I am afraid that not only would there be a vision between heaven and earth, but also a rain of blood would be normal.
The path of spiritual practice is to go against heaven and seek that glimmer of hope. And practicing to become a saint is already close to the final road, but if you kill yourself, God will forgive you. "
Zheng Shiyi was sitting in the courtyard, feeling the suddenly dark sky. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
This aura... This is the aura of King Fudo. He killed himself!
King Fudo, he actually killed himself!
A master like him actually kills himself. This is for his own sake. He is preparing to do it to himself at the God Lord Conference!
Although King Fudo was in the Hou realm like himself after he killed himself, his feelings and artistic conception were still there.
King Fudo, it is said that he has reached his own state, which is one level higher than his current state, so he is called Fudo!
Not far from the Ling Jiaohou Mansion, on the street, the Love Demon suddenly raised his head and looked at the strange scene in the sky, his face solemn.
King Fudo actually killed himself!
Everyone will find it terrifying if King Fudo commits suicide, but only those who have reached his level of cultivation will truly know how terrifying it is for someone with King Fudo's level of cultivation to commit suicide. It is far more terrifying than others imagine. It's so scary!
Inside the mysterious Daqianhou Mansion.
Daqianhou took off his cloak, suddenly raised his head, looked at the darkness above his head, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, King Fudo had killed himself!
For that man named Zheng Shiyi, he actually killed himself!
It was clear that he had been found, but he killed himself and wanted to deal with Zheng Shiyi personally. King Fudo clearly looked down on himself!
The dark sky finally cleared up, the crescent moon gradually disappeared, and the sun was still high in the sky, as if nothing had happened.
In the imperial city, everyone looked at the bright sky again and looked at each other.
"Is this a semi-saint committing suicide?"
"The half-saint committed suicide because he wanted to participate in the God Lords Conference."
"If a person like this participates in the God Lord Conference, then why should we participate? Why should others fight? Just give him the position of God Lord!"
"Are you crazy? You are already a semi-saint and you want to kill yourself!"
"Who is it? He has already cultivated to a semi-saint level and yet he kills himself. He is truly a lunatic. He is at odds with himself."
In the imperial city, geniuses from all over the world looked at the sky above their heads, their expressions ugly and abnormal. Although it was not known which master committed suicide, it would be so terrifying for a master of this level to commit suicide!
In the past Shenhou Conference, there has never been such a master who committed suicide!
At the Biyu Sect's station, Su Yuqi quickly walked through the courtyards and walked into the courtyard where the Fudo King was.
King Fudo stood in the air of the courtyard, covering his heart with one hand. His whole face looked extremely pale, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.
Surrounding the courtyard, there are still waves of pure spiritual energy floating around, and the flowers and plants around are growing vigorously at a speed visible to the naked eye, with countless flowers blooming.
Under the self-cutting, spiritual energy overflowed, which made the plants in the courtyard get crazy nourishment.
"King Fudo... you..." Su Yuqi looked at Fudo King, who looked extremely weak, with blame: "Why did you kill yourself? With your current level of cultivation, after you kill yourself, you may never be able to do anything in your life." Let’s go back to practice again.”
"I know that not only will I not be able to go back, I'm afraid I will be trapped in the Hou Realm for the rest of my life." King Fudo raised his head and looked at the saint in the sect, with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "That's it. In this way, this self-destruction is worth it.”
In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.
There is only one day left before the Shenhou Conference will be held.
One day in advance, the opening meeting of the Shenhou Conference was held.
Since the first Shenhou Conference, the dynasty has held an opening ceremony. This is a time to show the majesty of the dynasty.
Zheng Shiyi put on a marquis uniform and walked out of the mansion along with Mo Xing, Huan Shi and Peng Junyue, and walked towards the martial arts field in the north of the imperial city, where the opening ceremony would be held.
He is now a marquis, and to show respect, he should wear the marquis uniform.
Compared to the fancy outfits passed down in the past, although this marquis uniform was luxurious, it also looked very awkward.
Walking on the streets, you can see pairs of patrolling guards everywhere.
The strangest thing is that although there are a lot of people walking on the street, almost all of them are walking on both sides of the road, and there are very few people walking in the middle.
Peng Junyue walked directly to the middle of the road and walked forward. Huanshi quickly followed behind him. As he walked, he turned back to Zheng Shiyi and explained softly: "The center of the road is specifically for people participating in the Shenhou Conference. To prevent accidents from happening.”
Zheng Shiyi understood immediately. The four of them walked in the middle of the road and walked unimpeded to the huge martial arts arena.
The martial arts arena is so huge that you can't even see the edges at a glance.
Around the martial arts arena, heroic soldiers stood in a circle like javelins, surrounding the entire martial arts arena in the middle.
Although they were just ordinary soldiers, standing in the martial arts arena, there was a strong and murderous aura rushing towards them.
As soon as the four people appeared on the martial arts field, the eyes of countless people around them immediately fell over.
(End of chapter)