"Who are you?"
Ren Zihua was obviously curious about the source of the sound. He went to the wall and leaned one ear against the cold cell door.
"Answer my question first, rude little thing." The voice seemed to be a little dissatisfied and said, "I have been here for about twenty years, and I didn't expect that I could still wait for my fellow inmates."
As he spoke, the dull and hoarse voice began to laugh to himself again, which made people panic.
Twenty years... Ren Zihua couldn't help but frowned when he heard this. He didn't know what he had committed to be imprisoned for so long. He must be a very vicious person.
"I was wronged." Ren Zihua said righteously.
"Unjustly?" The man's tone was obviously unbelieving, "How about you tell me why they wrongly accused you?"
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At the same time, on the ground, the news that Ren Zihua was taken into the dungeon by the emperor had spread throughout the city for some reason. People who were already frightened by the previous vision were filled with questions at this moment.
Why on earth was the chosen one with supreme sword power suddenly taken into the dungeon by His Majesty?
Does the vision just now have anything to do with him?
Just when the whole city was talking about it, Feng Xiaolan, who had been practicing in seclusion in the gym for a long time, finally pushed out the door.
At this moment, he has successfully broken through the sword energy realm that has been stagnant for two years to the eighth level [Xuan Tian Realm] by relying on his own unique skills and the holy water he previously obtained from His Majesty.
After entering the eighth level of sword energy, he deeply felt that his control over sword energy was obviously more comfortable, and the intensity of sword energy had also been horribly improved.
After entering the eighth level, a swordsman can be said to have the strength to defeat ten thousand enemies. Swordsmen at this level will also awaken one of the three spirits (murderous spirit, heroic spirit, and arrogance) according to their own potential. A concrete ability.
Of course, there are very few talented swordsmen who can awaken this ability, and it is difficult to find just one among millions of people.
After Feng Xiaolan left the gym, he thought about finding Ren Zihua to discuss tomorrow's exam with him. However, when he found that Ren Zihua's phone call could not be reached, how could he have thought that the latter was already in a dungeon dozens of meters below?
By coincidence, Zhao Kaifeng also ended his training and walked out of the gym.
"Strange, what happened just now? I always felt that the ground was shaking..." He hung the sword back on his waist and said with some confusion, "Hey, why are you here?"
At this moment, Feng Xiaolan was staring at an absurdly tall magic watchtower in the distance.
"Do you know where Ren Zihua went?" he asked, seemingly unable to move his eyes away from the abrupt tower.
"I've been practicing in the gym, aren't you with him?" Zhao Kaifeng replied strangely, and his eyes were quickly attracted to the sky-high watchtower, "When..."
Suddenly, Feng Xiaolan seemed to notice something instinctively. He quickly took off his sword and flew towards the palace. When he saw a lot of people gathering on the central avenue leading to the palace from the air, he fell to the ground again with his sword. on the ground.
He passed through the layers of people and came to the center where they gathered. Only then did he realize that the person surrounded by people in the center was actually the priest he had seen in the cathedral before.
"Classmates, we should all unconditionally embrace the will of the gods and obey the arrangements of the divine canon. For the world and for the survival of the Tang Dynasty, Ren Zihua must die!" The priest was still in a very high mood at this moment, and he raised the book in his hand. The thick so-called divine canon said to the crowd almost hysterically, "Although His Majesty has already put him in the dungeon, he has not yet made up his mind to execute that scourge. What we should do now is to go together to advise His Majesty. , help His Majesty make the right decision!"
Obviously, Feng Xiaolan was stunned for a moment when he heard the priest's passionate speech. He was almost as at a loss as Ren Zihua was at that moment.
But he had heard the story of the divine code, but what exactly was written in it?
Why was my roommate who was fine at noon now imprisoned in the dungeon?
And just as he was trying to clarify his thoughts, more and more people had been convinced by the priest's words. After all, any normal person had heard the story of the divine tome, and the genuine divine tome in the priest's hands made them have no choice but to believe it. What he said.
Students, teachers, surviving common people, businessmen and travelers, all of them are shaken in their hearts at this moment.
Then the priest took out a joint memorial, which was already signed by his own name and the names of many other people. This means that many people have agreed and echoed this terrible advice.
He now took out a memorial and encouraged everyone to sign it, so as to force the emperor to make a decision to execute Ren Zihua quickly.
As expected, almost everyone present signed their names one after another.
When the memorial was handed to Feng Xiaolan, he glanced stiffly at the memorial that had been signed by many names. What shocked him was not only that there were signatures of many high-ranking people on it, but also what made him feel horrified was that Some of the names above are actually my classmates.
At that moment, Feng Xiaolan couldn't believe what he saw. He almost froze in place.
When the priest saw that he had not written for a long time, he couldn't help but persuaded: "Classmate, what are you still hesitating about? This son was killed by destiny. He is not tolerated by all laws and cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. Everyone can kill him. Do you think you can violate it?" Is it against heaven?"
The people around him also cast thorny glances at Feng Xiaolan. The priest's heart-wrenching words seemed to finally make Feng Xiaolan have some reaction, but he still did not pick up the pen handed to him by others.
"What are you doing? Do you want to sign or not? If not, get out of here. There are people lining up behind you!"
"That's it, don't waste everyone's time. If you don't sign, you'll leave. You won't be missed!"
Amid the commotion, Feng Xiaolan finally raised his head and looked at the priest in front of him. The loneliness and disappointment in his eyes immediately turned into unstoppable anger.
"Don't look at me so horribly. Those who resist the will of the gods will die." For some reason, the priest, who was holding the divine book in his hand and seemed to have the backing of the gods behind him, suddenly felt fearful. He did not even dare to look directly at Feng Xiaolan's face. Eye.
"What is destiny? Is it the broken book you are holding in your hand, or the so-called gods?"
"Are you crazy?" The young boy in front of him actually dared to say such arrogant words. The priest's eyes widened in disbelief, "Those supreme beings cannot be blasphemed by us, not even the emperor dares. Say such stupid things!”
"Let me ask you, what is destiny!"
Suddenly, an unparalleled aura burst out from Feng Xiaolan's eyes, instantly shocking everyone present. Those who were still making rude remarks just now suddenly seemed to have lost their minds at that moment, looking at him with dull eyes.
Even the priest who was originally most hostile to Feng Xiaolan seemed to have lost all his majesty at this moment and froze in place.
The next second, everyone except Feng Xiaolan knelt on the ground.
Everyone knelt down and faced Feng Xiaolan in fear, even the priest was no exception.
"Tell me about it, Father." At this moment, Feng Xiaolan looked down and knelt down to his father, and asked unambiguously. His strong momentum made the latter tremble constantly, and after all, he could not utter a word.
Finally, he glanced at the low-profile people with boredom, and finally used his sword control skills to leave.
He ran straight to the palace, seemingly wanting to find an explanation from the emperor.
After Feng Xiaolan left for a long time, the people who were kneeling on the ground were relieved and began to fight one after another.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten what had just happened. Only the priest was still lying on the ground in fear, as if he still didn't dare to get up.
With dull eyes, he only murmured: "With such heroic spirit, this boy will definitely be a hero among people in the future..."
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In the dungeon at this moment, Ren Zihua had already told the man who had been imprisoned for twenty years all about how he was wronged.
"Hey, I've finished telling you my story, it's time for you to tell me, right?" As he said that, Ren Zihua looked uneasily at the direction of the ground. He didn't know what everyone would think if they knew that he was imprisoned in the dungeon. .....
"Who are you?" Although he was restless, he couldn't help but ask.
The unkempt man also looked in the direction of the ground at this time, as if he was longing for something in his eyes.
"That breath just now, it seems like there's a terrible guy awakening..." As he said, he coughed a few more times, and his whole condition seemed to be that he was not far from death, "You ask me Who am I, do you really want to know? I don’t know if people outside still remember me, but it should be difficult for them to forget..."
On the damp and dark ground, small insects crawled around from time to time, which made Ren Zihua never let go of his tense nerves for a moment.
"Listen up little guy, I am the most awesome villain in history - Mo Yun!"
