The wind howled and the black and white trees shook violently.
Jiang Pingan stood on the top of the mountain, his white hair dancing in the wind.
He defeated the emperor's will and could shake the whole world, but he didn't feel the slightest bit happy in his heart.
Looking at the golden sword that fell next to him, Jiang Pingan slowly closed his eyes, and a little blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He once swore that he didn't want his relatives and friends to die in front of his eyes, but he broke his promise.
He worked hard without having fun or taking a break, just because he didn't want his parents' tragedy to happen again.
However, he still hasn't changed.
Severe pain in his heart made him unable to breathe.
"You...actually won."
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Ping'an trembled, raised his head suddenly, and looked ahead.
Qian Huanrou was dressed in simple cloth, and her face was full of shock and disbelief.
Jiang Ping'an also widened his eyes, "Xiaoxiang! You... you're not dead!"
"What death?" Qian Huanrou looked at him in confusion. She had just been controlled by the emperor.
Suddenly, Qian Huanrou realized something immediately, "Did you suddenly burst out with such strong power just now because you saw me dead?"
"not bad."
The ethereal voice sounded again.
The black and white shadow reappeared.
Jiang Ping'an immediately became vigilant, the other party was not dead yet!
"This battle is here first. If you want to continue fighting, take some pills and continue." Emperor Xuying said calmly.
Qian Huanrou looked at the emperor in confusion, "Senior, you won't kill us?"
Emperor Xuying asked Jiang Ping'an to take some pills and continue. This was obviously not to kill them.
"Why do we want to kill you? Are they worthy of using this emperor to kill people?"
Emperor Xuying's tone was calm, but with an innate arrogance, no, no, no, no, in short, it was a kind of tyranny, full of contempt for those who calculated.
Jiang Ping'an understood something. The white hair on his head disappeared and returned to black. He cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, senior."
The emperor deliberately created the illusion in order for him to use all his strength to activate the power hidden in his body.
Now Jiang Ping'an has reached a whole new level.
"No need to thank me, it's just boring."
"You have the same demeanor as I did back then."
The black and white Emperor's voice was calm and gentle, with a hint of praise.
Hearing its evaluation of Jiang Ping'an, Qian Huanrou's heart stirred up turmoil again.
The emperor's evaluation of Jiang Ping'an was so high that he even raised it to his own level!
Who is the Great Emperor? He is a peerless strong man who dominates an era and is invincible in the world.
Now the emperor said that Jiang Pingan had the same demeanor as he did back then. This may be the most recognized sentence in the world.
Qian Huanrou still hasn't realized that Jiang Ping'an actually defeated the emperor of the same level.
Even if this is just the will of the Great Emperor, not the true body of the Great Emperor, it is not as strong as the real Great Emperor.
"Everything else is good. It's just that in terms of mental strength, it's a bit lacking. I'll give you something."
The emperor raised his finger and tapped Jiang Ping'an's eyebrows.
At this moment, Jiang Ping'an felt as if his spiritual consciousness was injected with life. He quickly sat down and digested this knowledge.
"Spiritual telepathy?"
Qian Huanrou's breathing accelerated, this was the most powerful spiritual magic.
The emperor shook his head, "There is no such thing as "Spiritual Mind Technique". It is just the use of mental power. I will teach him how to use it and how to use it. It depends on his own destiny."
"He has his own way. If he teaches me the way, he will never be able to surpass me."
"Beyond you? That's impossible. Being able to reach one-tenth of your level is already great."
Qian Huanrou thought the emperor was talking politely.
The emperor did not respond to Qian Huanrou, but looked at Jiang Ping'an deeply with his deep eyes.
Unyielding will is always mankind's strongest weapon.
This kid already holds this weapon in his hands. It's up to him to create his own legend.
Outside, on Duan Tianya, on the edge of the cliff.
"Damn assassin! How dare you assassinate my Holy Son of the Demon God Cult? Don't let me, Mo Chong, know who you are. If you let me know, I will cut you into pieces with my own hands!"
Great Elder Mo Chong roared angrily, his voice shaking, his old eyes flashing with sad tears.
This appearance makes people who don't know really think that Mo Chong and Jiang Ping'an have a good relationship.
Ji Fei clenched her fists and stared at Mo Chong.
She suspected that Jiang Pingan's disappearance might be related to Mo Chong. Even if it had nothing to do with Mo Chong, it was still related to Mo Bufan.
It was Mo Bufan who finally discovered that Jiang Ping'an was missing.
Mo Bufan hates Jiang Pingan, what is he doing to find Jiang Pingan? And Jiang Ping'an happened to be missing.
Seeing that he was done pretending, Mo Chong continued to speak loudly to everyone: "The Holy Son is dead, and the demons are ready to take action. Now, we need a new Holy Son."
"My son is extraordinary and talented. Although his combat power is not top-notch, his intelligence is absolutely outstanding and he can definitely lead everyone to resist the demons!"
The corners of Mo Bufan's mouth rose.
What bullshit Jiang Pingan, what bullshit invincible.
Didn't he still die under his calculation?
The one who survives to the end is the winner.
As for whether it would lead to a counterattack by the demons and cause a large number of casualties, it didn't matter to him. He was not the one who died anyway.
As long as he can obtain the position of Holy Son, he may become the leader of the church in the future, and he can use this resource to become a stronger person.
Suddenly, Mo Bufan felt a killing intent that made his hair stand on end.
He immediately turned around and saw a beautiful eye filled with hatred.
It's Jiang Ping'an's younger brother, his name seems to be Ye Wuqing.
Ye Wuqing gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "Did you kill the boss?"
"Don't spit on anyone."
Mo Bufan said this, but he said privately:
"So what if it's me? Kill me if you dare. Do you dare? You foreign bastards are worthy of competing with me for the position of the Holy Son."
"Do you think others don't doubt me? But they have no evidence, so what if they have evidence? Will these elders offend my father for a dead man?"
"What's that look in your eyes? You, a guy who is neither a man nor a woman, do you think you are awesome just because you are strong? In my eyes, you are nothing."
"This is the territory of my Demon God Cult. My father is the great elder. If you dare to touch me, you will die!"
Mo Bufan looked at the angry Ye Wuqing and felt extremely happy.
I hate these guys the most because they think they are powerful. No matter how strong a person is, they can't compete with a super force.
This is power, this is status. Even if you become a strong person in the Tribulation Stage, you don't dare to provoke big forces like them.
The angry expression on Ye Qingqing's face gradually disappeared, and he said indifferently: "I just know it's you, that's all."
"Then, haha..."
Mo Bufan's laughter stopped suddenly, the amulet on his body suddenly lit up, and a sword hung in front of him, almost piercing his head!
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his body. Mo Bufan never imagined that Ye Qingwu would actually dare to take action.
His father is still here. Isn't Ye Wuqing afraid of death?
How did Mo Bufan know that when Jiang Ping'an died, Ye Wuqing didn't want to live anymore.
Looking at Ye Wuqing's ferocious face, Mo Bufan felt creepy.
"you wanna die!"
Mo Chong was talking there, and his expression suddenly changed when he saw his son being attacked.
He quickly flashed over and slapped Ye Qingqing.
"Bang~!"
Facing such an attack from a strong man, no matter how strong Ye Wuqing was, it was of no avail and his body was directly smashed into pieces.
