The sound rolled and echoed in the clear northwest sky.
Two ancient gods of war, three meters tall, with three heads and eight arms, muscles as solid as steel, and their bodies covered with strange magic patterns, were beating each other's hard-as-steel body "bang bang bang".
Hearing the words "Five Elements Alliance", the Demon Eye King who fired the real fire suppressed his fighting spirit and stopped fighting.
The King of Fear was able to move and retract more freely. He kicked open the demonic eye, and his tall and burly body shrank back to his normal appearance.
The magic eye immediately returned to its normal form.
The two heavenly kings are both naked from the waist down, wearing a bronze skirt and armor on the lower body. The sun shines on their smooth bodies, with their abdomens clearly defined, masculine and domineering, and brave and good at fighting.
Those who didn’t know better thought they were filming a costume idol drama.
The Demon Eye King grabbed the sports headband and put it on his forehead.
The King of Fear took one step forward and came to the eyes of the King of Silver Moon. The face that yearned for freedom showed an elegant smile, "It seems there is an unexpected gain."
Silver Moon King nodded and reported directly without any nonsense:
"Yuanshi Tianzun burst out with semi-god-level combat power at the trial meeting, killing four masters including Cai Qinhe, destroying both body and soul, and completely returned to the spiritual realm.
"On the scene, four elders and sixteen senior deacons announced their withdrawal from the Five Elements Alliance, including Lingjun and Huang Taiji. Among the lower-level official practitioners, more than two hundred people announced their withdrawal from the spiritual realm.
"The Five Elements Alliance has experienced its biggest crisis of trust since its establishment."
The King of Fear smiled cheerfully and said repeatedly:
"The three major free organizations have been fighting against the Five Elements Alliance for so many years, and the damage caused is not as good as their own internal strife. It's interesting, very interesting.
"It's a pity Yuanshi Tianzun."
"What a pity?" King Silver Moon snorted coldly: "If this kid grows up, I'm afraid he will become a demigod, or at worst a tenth-level god. It would be better if he died. Everyone from the top to the top of Bishop Bing is cheering."
After a pause, he continued to report:
"According to the analysis of the advisory group, this crisis of trust will last for many years. During this period, as long as we put pressure on the Five Elements Alliance, take the initiative, and hunt down official practitioners, the Five Elements Alliance will further collapse, and more and more grassroots practitioners will withdraw. official.
"In this way, the official power will weaken, civil organizations will rise, and the power of the lawful camp will be dispersed."
The King of Fear smiled happily: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Silver Moon God General nodded, then looked at the sculpture-like motionless magic eyes and said:
"Don't you admire Yuanshi Tianzun very much? This is a great opportunity for you to take revenge on the official."
The Demon Eye King stared blankly at the setting sun on the horizon, with a sad look on his face, "He has returned to the spiritual realm. I want to know the truth and specific details of the incident."
He only knew that Yuanshi Tianzun would face the trial of the Five Elements Alliance for "colluding with evil professions" and "killing official elders".
But the truth and details of the incident, even the senior deacons who participated in the trial, only realized it belatedly after Yuanshi Tianzun died.
According to official news, evil professions usually only have a rough idea, and more detailed content will take time to explore.
Silver Moon God General said:
"Cai Qinhe used the group of aliens in the Wuhen Hotel as bait, and prepared to set up a trap to trap Yuanshi Tianzun, but the elders he sent out were killed, so there was a trial of using the same trick.
"Hey, that guy Yuanshi Tianzun is just like you, he's a freak. He's a freelancer who thinks about eradicating evil all day long, but he actually represents a group of freelancers. Ridiculous!"
To express grievances for a group of freelancers. To express grievances for a group of freelancers. These words seemed to deeply hurt the Demon Eye King, and bright red blood oozed from the bottom of the headband on his forehead.
Those were tears of blood flowing from the vertical eyes.
The Demon Eye King suddenly hugged his head and bent down. His body kept shaking, as if he was suffering from some kind of intense pain. Blood and tears poured from his forehead, staining half of his face red.
The King of Fear frowned: "Magic Eye?"
He responded with a low laugh: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
The bending Demon Eye laughed, his whole body trembling with laughter, his laughter became more and more crazy and desolate.
The demon's naked upper body opened up pairs of red-gold demon pupils. They were densely packed, evil and terrifying.
Each vertical eye is spraying out a golden-red beam of light, and each golden-red beam of light carries terrifying pollution.
On this day, the bewitching monsters in the entire Bishop Bing headquarters were contaminated and fell into a rage.
As the sun sank into the horizon, in the apartment building where Taiyi Sect disciples gathered, Yin Ji sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silently looking at the city as the lights began to light up.
The sadness and pain lingering in my heart, after a day, not only did not dissipate, but instead brewed, rolled, and became more and more intense.
The death of Yuanshi Tianzun had a great impact on her. The young man must have had a good impression of her. He would strike up a conversation and chat with her from time to time. He wanted to get closer but kept a sensible distance.
Occasionally, Yinji feels guilty. Her heart has already been filled with the Demon Lord, and she cannot tolerate other men. She really has no way to respond to his affection. But it is undeniable that Yuanshi Tianzun is a very good member of the opposite sex, and Yin Ji is full of appreciation for him.
Putting aside the relationship between men and women, from a friend's point of view, she likes Yuanshi Tianzun very much. This friendship even surpasses most of her fellow disciples in the Taiyi Sect.
Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the spiritual realm, leaving her feeling lost.
The bright starlight rose from the bedroom, interrupting Yin Ji's thoughts. She quickly stood up and bowed:
"teacher!"
The person who came was none other than Elder Hongying.
Elder Hongying looked at her and sighed: "Still sad about Yuanshi Tianzun's death? Alas, it's a good thing you and him didn't develop into lovers, otherwise"
Otherwise, how desperate it would be, first the Demon Lord, and then Yuanshi.
Yin Ji bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, showing her weakness in front of the teacher, "He is not wrong, he is not wrong, he should not end up like this."
Elder Hongying sighed again, "The person is gone. No matter how much you say, it's useless. I'm here to tell you a piece of news. I think you have the right to know."
Yin Ji took a deep breath and held back her tears, "You said it."
"The Great Elder called us to a meeting just now and said something." Elder Hongying looked at the students with a complicated expression and paused for several seconds: "Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon King."
Yinji was stunned for a moment and looked at the teacher blankly.
Elder Hongying smiled bitterly and said: "No one expected that it was him. He didn't even detect the tiger talisman."
Yin Ji's mind was in a mess. At a certain moment, the two figures in her mind overlapped. She had too many doubts and puzzles and wanted to seek answers, but she was destined to not have answers.
She stood in the room in despair, the sadness in her heart surging.
late at night.
Miao Teng'er is wearing a plain white dress, her beautiful hair is pulled up high, and she has removed her hair accessories and jewelry, making her look elegant and simple.
After the trial, she put on this outfit, as if she was paying homage to someone.
She walked through the lush green yard, bypassing the sunrooms, turning a blind eye to the fawning and intimacy of the small animals on the way, and came to the depths of this "Botanical Research Institute" in a depressed mood.
Under an ancient pine tree, a middle-aged man in a green robe was feeding two plump squirrels with a handful of pine nuts.
"Uncle!" Miao Teng'er stopped a few meters away.
"Lingjun is gone?" Yun Zhongzi's voice was a little low.
Miao Teng'er said "hmm" and said softly: "My cousin said that he will never come back. He said that his grandpa raised him, so he can't blame grandpa, but he can't forgive grandpa for killing his brother."
Yun Zhongzi snorted and sighed, "In just one day, the headquarters received three hundred resignations. Today's trial will severely damage the Five Elements Alliance."
The loss of a peak master and a genius with unlimited potential.
What's even more fatal is that the official credibility is gone.
To put it bluntly: the people’s hearts and minds are completely lost.
Needless to say those who resigned, those who did not resign did not mean that they had no opinions in their hearts. They just needed to work, but in their hearts, they probably no longer trusted the headquarters.
The man surnamed Zhou wanted to manipulate public opinion and ruin Yuanshi Tianzun's reputation. The effect was indeed very good, but now the public opinion is backlash and it is out of control.
This is the cost of manipulating public opinion.
"Grandpa, hasn't he come back yet?" Miao Teng'er asked.
Yun Zhongzi's face suddenly filled with gloom, "Gang Leader Jiang and Palace Master are back. The two alliance leaders found out about these things and were extremely angry. Your grandfather and eight others were called into the spiritual realm for a meeting."
"Don't talk about them." Yun Zhongzi sprinkled the pine nuts on the ground, turned around, looked at his niece's beautiful and refined face, and said in a deep voice:
"Just now, there was news from the Red Sun Criminal Officer of Taiyi Sect that Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon Lord."
Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon Lord?
This news was like a thunderbolt, hitting Miao Teng'er's heart so hard that she swayed and almost lost her balance.
It's actually him? It's him!
So, he was also the person that night? Miao Teng'er's vision turned black, and waves of dizziness hit her.
Beijing.
A large suburban manor with several acres of gardens, a sun room, a large swimming pool, a fountain pool, and a castle-like themed building.
Security personnel in suits, wearing headsets and armed with pistols, are either standing guard or patrolling.
On the second floor, in the European-style study room, the curtains were tightly closed and there were no lights.
In the silent darkness, a figure suddenly appeared on the high-backed chair behind the desk.
He wears a handsome short ponytail, and his handsome face is as sharp as a knife. Compared with the past, his eyes are much more condensed, and his temperament has become more mature and majestic.
The suit on his body was already in tatters and stained red with blood. His chest, waist, abdomen, thighs, and back were all covered with exposed scars.
Three of his left fingers were broken, and even his face, so handsome that it could make a woman suffocate, was covered with scars.
Fu Qingyang is back.
He looked around the study, not caring about his injury, and immediately grabbed the phone on the table and turned on the screen.
October 4th, 2:30 in the morning.
"The error is 12 hours." He nodded with satisfaction. Although he failed to return to reality before October, he finally returned in early October.
Fu Qingyang was spending time in the copy.
He flicked his fingers, and a sword energy roared out and hit the switch at the door.
"Crack!"
The small chandelier lit up, but the sword energy was scattered without destroying the switch.
The light turned on, illuminating his handsome face and the woman in white-haired riding boots on the sofa opposite the desk.
The woman crossed her legs, her beautiful face was cold and majestic, like a queen holding the world in her hands, and she commented in a cold voice:
"The mastery of controlling sword energy is really enviable. I can guarantee that among the scouts, the only one who can rival you in sword energy microcontrol is the old man from Jiange."
She took out two bottles of life essence, threw them away gently, frowned and said:
"Treat your injury. In less than a month, you have entered nine dungeons. If your talent is not good, don't force it. He is obviously a useless brother, but he still likes to show off. When I entered the gang dungeon, I was much more stable than you. "
She was not very worried about her useless brother, so she entered the dungeon to watch the battle.
In more than half a month, Fu Qingyang entered nine dungeons in a row, including one S-level, three A-level, and five B-level.
The B-level dungeon was okay, and there was no danger, but the three A-level dungeons and S-level dungeons made Fu Qingyang suffer a lot. He was either on the edge of life or death, or on the way to the edge of life and death.
In fact, he had died several times, and the abundant life liquid in his inventory was consumed in more than half a month.
The healing props were used again and again.
Even so, he almost died in the dungeon. In addition to his strong foundation and good props (cloak), luck also played a big part in his ability to survive.
Fu Qingxuan didn't understand that he could use a softer method to break through the level, such as resting for a few days after each dungeon to recharge his batteries, and the risk factor would be greatly reduced.
But Fu Qingyang seemed to be in a hurry to reincarnate, not giving himself a chance to breathe.
"I don't have time." Fu Qingyang said lightly.
Fu Qingxuan was too lazy to ask more questions and said:
"Don't enter the gang dungeon again this year. Get used to the level 8 realm, improve your skill proficiency in the dominance stage, and try to break through next year. Let me tell you, for you, every level 8 dungeon is worth it. The casualty rate exceeds 70%, and the death rate for level 9 dungeons exceeds 90%.
"If you don't have any adventures, or if your swordsmanship doesn't make a qualitative leap, the peak of level 8 will be the end of you. Of course, with the blessing of the sword master's cloak, you can also have a fight with the master of early level 9."
Fu Qingyang ignored his sister's advice. While injecting the source of life fluid, he opened his address book and called Yuanshi Tianzun's mobile phone.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off"
Shut down? His copy for this month should be in mid-October. Fu Qingyang frowned and turned to Guan Ya's phone number.
"Beep, beep, beep."
The call went through, but no one answered.
Just when Fu Qingyang wanted to hang up, the call was finally connected, but the voice that came from the speaker was not Guan Ya's, but that of his aunt Fu Xue.
"Qing, Qingyang? Are you back?"
My aunt's voice was nasal, and her tone was full of exhaustion.
Fu Qingyang didn't like this aunt and frowned slightly, "You came to Songhai? Well, I'm back. Tell Guan Ya and Yuan Shi that I will return to Songhai tomorrow."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard sobbing coming from the other side of the phone.
Then Fu Xue choked: "Qingyang, Yuanshi has returned to the spiritual realm."
PS: Correct typos first and then correct them.
(End of chapter)
