Pei Xihe had just been warned of a life-and-death crisis. At this moment, his mind was sinking and he was no longer in the mood to watch the excitement. However, Helian Jiucheng's mentality changed really quickly. He was still shocked just now, but now he was watching the downstairs with interest. Case.
From time to time, the fox made tut-tsk sounds from its mouth, looking very excited.
"This male cultivator looks really domineering. He seems to be from a prosperous family in this city."
"The male cultivator he faced was also a contestant in the competition, but he was not from the royal city."
Pei Xihe already had a rough impression and made a rough guess after hearing these two sentences.
It is not easy for the human race to practice martial arts, but if they achieve some results, it can be said to be endless benefits for the cultivators themselves. With the sideways glances of the top human race leaders, the tilt of resources, and the solicitation of forces, it can be said that a path for future cultivation has been created. Come the easy way.
How valuable and rare are the quotas for martial arts competitions? Even Di Zhao, who is the largest of the royal cities, can only appear in the five-man fighting field. Liancheng is enough to be regarded as the most A-level city. It has a faint tendency to surpass some green and yellow royal cities and has excellent relations with many powerful royal cities. This ability Won three places in the fighting arena.
And every Grade A city has an inherent quota.
In the royal city, there are always people who think they are powerful and talented, but they are unable to participate because of the scarcity of quotas. They see people from the outer city who are obviously not as strong as themselves, but they can still get quotas.
When something is unfair, resentment will inevitably arise. The greater the benefit, the more jealous. It is not incomprehensible that such a conflict and a burst of noise will occur. After all, the fresh air only plays a superficial role. If it can completely stop people from having distracting thoughts, then the monk Wouldn’t it be possible to have inner demons throughout your life?
There is an inherent quota for Class A cities, which is decided by the senior officials of the Xiancha Human Clan. For what kind of considerations, Pei Xihe does not understand the real living conditions of the Xiancha Human Clan and the interest relationships between the cities, so he will not comment.
The fox clicked his tongue twice, flicked his tail, and turned back to face Pei Xihe, obviously having had enough of the excitement.
He said to Pei Xihe: "It's really interesting. It's no wonder. I see that the people in the royal city and that person are both at the Nascent Soul Consummation, but the cultivators in the royal city are obviously deeper in cultivation, and they have the faint breath of half-step into spiritual transformation. .”
But if the matter was just that simple, Helian Jiucheng would not have spent so long. He had a sense of proportion in his heart. Pei Xihe waited for his next sentence, and sure enough, the fox sent a message to her.
"The breath of the transformed god is similar to the breath of the monk in the royal city. I'm afraid they are closely related."
Pei Xihe raised a smile, stood up from the chair, and the fox jumped on her shoulder.
I was so sleepy that someone gave me a pillow. Now there is a line. I can always follow it to the source, uncover the details of the god-transformation monk, and kill him with one strike.
"There is still some time before the Royal City Competition, but we cannot afford to slack off."
If a hidden danger exists, it cannot be allowed to continue to nourish in the hotbed of time. It must be eradicated immediately to prevent any crisis that may be conceived.
…
The sky is covered with high clouds, dark and wet.
Suddenly, a dull thunder roared in the clouds, and the next moment there was a clear and crisp sound like jade beads falling on a plate. Song Ranzhen's brows were full of fatigue, and his frosty white hair fell on his face. behind.
He stood under the pavilion and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to take a handful. The cold touch made him calm down slightly.
There was a little red light emerging from the deepest part of Song Ranzhen's eyes, like a whirling flower or a soaring dragon and phoenix. In an instant, the red light filled his entire eyes.
He looked into the distance, and the deep palms were lifted up, and the rainwater he had just caught overflowed along the gaps in his palms.
"No hope at all?"
There was an unusually pale and haggard look on his handsome face at the moment, and the energy and spirit that had once been at its peak as a monk returning to the void seemed to be extremely weak.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes, hiding his strange red eyes.
"Ninety-four thousand, eight hundred and thirteen." Song Ranzhen murmured in a low voice. Through the river of time, he deduced ninety-four thousand, eight hundred and thirteen future lines belonging to Tianxu China.
Each future line has changes and differences, but there is only one ending. The sky of China collapses, the world's great masters are martyred, and hundreds of millions of living beings turn into dust.
The owner of those eyes was too terrifying and could not resist the calamity.
"Is there really no way?"
There was a hint of weariness in his voice as he asked himself. He was consuming his own life source by peeking at the threads of the future. So many future threads pointed to an ending. He had a premonition of this future. It has become a destiny.
Is struggling just in vain?
Still struggling?
Suddenly, a man walked out of the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He was tall and tall, but like the thin leaves of a willow, he looked a bit weak. His face was covered with white gauze, and his eyes seemed to be unable to see.
"Why not think differently?"
"There are thousands of lines, the starting point has been set, but the end point has not been set. Ninety thousand times, why can't you successfully avoid the knife blade of fate hanging on your neck?"
"Perhaps something went wrong at the end?"
The fear that Song Ranzhen had just felt in his heart because of his appearance and words suddenly dissipated. His eyes suddenly opened, red and strange, and his mind was trembling. Yes, if there is a problem with the end point, it has been anchored, regardless of fate. No matter how the line swings and diverges, it can only converge to the established point in the end.
So of course there is no way to avoid it.
The corners of Ji Changsheng's lips raised, and the eyes under the white gauze were dim and irrelevant. His eyes were completely abandoned. He thought about Pei Xihe that day and couldn't figure it out.
How can a person who is destined to die young survive the calamity of death?
Unless she was not meant to die, as a member of the Tianji Sect, he has never been able to resist this elusive life and the emptiness of the Tao. Even though his life span that was shortened due to backlash has just recovered a little, his eyes still have a trace of restored vitality. He ignored it and divined again.
There was another huge backlash. He only got a glimpse of one or two secrets, and he could no longer bear it, otherwise he would die on the spot.
But that's enough. The problem of Tianxu Shenzhou and that female cultivator is the same.
A future thread was caught by an unknown hand, and its end was connected to the river of time, becoming the end point.
So no matter how you resist, the river flows through, and efforts are made to cut off the river channel and try to create a flow direction, it will eventually reach the same place and merge into the ocean.
Song Ranzhen's eyes were filled with blood and red threads. He didn't recognize Ji Changsheng, but after seeing one or two things that he had just activated his magical power again, he was no longer wary of this person.
"How to break the situation."
Ji Changsheng looked up at the sky. Through the oil-paper umbrella, not even a drop of rain touched it. Under the detection of telekinesis, every detail was revealed. The clouds on the plane that day were dark gray and the sky was dim, but there was thunder and rumble inside.
"We are not the only ones working hard."
He laughed out loud, but it was not obvious amid the pounding of rain and the roar of thunder.
Ji Changsheng was backlashed by divination for the second time. He had perfected the golden elixir, but his breath was sluggish at the moment. He just laughed hard, and there was a tearing pain in his chest, and his dry throat was filled with thick liquid. After getting wet, a bloody smell poured into the mouth, making people feel sick.
He slowly wiped the scarlet from the corners of his lips, held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and saluted Song Ranzhen.
"Best regards, Lord."
He came from the mountain in the midst of a sudden rain. He finished his salute at this moment. The rain had subsided slightly. He walked back and was hidden in the haze of rain in the forest.
Song Ran really didn't ask any more questions, nor did he stop him.
He carefully considered what Ji Changsheng said, and finally raised the corners of his mouth and smiled casually.
"That's enough."
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