"You want me to say yes, but you must first swear to God that you will keep me safe afterwards and never die from an accident." Even at this moment, Wanyan Honglie was still playing tricks.
It's not that this person doesn't live up to his name and appears to be dim-witted and short-sighted.
It's just that in his state, the chips in his hands are really limited, but he wants more, so he will inevitably get distracted and want to take risks.
What's more, although Wanyan Honglie was somewhat famous among the kings of the Jin Kingdom, he was not a truly talented person after all.
At most, he has more tricks than his mediocre brothers.
It is a typical example of relying solely on peers.
At this moment, he saw how powerful Cao Zhe was, so he took the risk and tied him to his side.
In such a world where there are gods, immortals, and ghosts, if you swear to God that you will never mess around, the possibility of it coming true is very high.
Cao Zhe can certainly swear at this moment, but the so-called 'swear to heaven' has almost zero binding force on him.
Even if he broke his oath, so what?
The way of heaven in this world is not stronger than the way of heaven in the evil world of Journey to the West, so naturally it is impossible to do anything about Cao Zhe.
If he could do anything to Cao Zhe, he would definitely not allow him to break in.
Although it was not binding, Cao Zhe disdained using this deceptive method.
Wanyan Honglie's status was not worthy of Cao Zhe's lies.
He had a more direct approach.
He reached out and grabbed a piece of sunlight, which turned into a hot brand and fell into Wanyan Honglie's soul.
This section of sunlight was not enough to dispel and dissolve his soul, but the sunlight that Cao Zhe had casually refined was stuffed into Wanyan Honglie's soul like a steel needle or a soldering iron.
If he is not honest, every minute and every second will feel like he is in hell, and the pain in it will even exceed the physical torture.
In Cao Zhe's place, it was difficult for him to even think about settling down.
The painful torture is difficult for a person like Wanyan Honglie, who has always been pampered and pampered, to bear.
He gave in quicker than he thought.
"It's a prophet!"
"My Jin Wuyou, the prophet of the Jin Kingdom, told me this."
"He said that in ten years' time, aliens will arrive and the world will change dramatically. By then, our Kingdom of Jin will take advantage of the situation and rise."
"He also said that Wang Su a hundred years ago was also a strange person, so some practitioners did not find Wang Su in the heaven after ascending, just because he had already left this world." Wanyan Honglie poured beans out of his bamboo tube. Everything he knew was poured out in one go.
Guo Xiaotian listened at a loss.
Qiu Chuji half understood and half didn't understand. Maybe Wang Chongyang had said similar words to him.
For Aboriginal people, the existence of competitors cannot be hidden forever.
Because the contestants had come, created, changed, and had a great impact, and then suddenly one day, they all disappeared, almost leaving the entire world in a kind of 'vacuum' state.
This 'vacuum' cannot be completely obscured by some simple blurring.
Most people might not think much about it.
But those beings who have climbed to the top of the world will definitely obtain clues through various means.
"It's not unusual to know that Wang Su is a 'foreigner'. But how can we be sure that the next batch of competitors will arrive in ten years?"
"Wanyan Honglie's prophet, what did he rely on to make such a judgment?" Cao Zhe was suspicious.
After all, when to arrange for contestants to enter a specific world, this belongs to the internal operating rules of the arena. Cao Zhe dare not say that he can know. In such a world, the so-called 'prophet' who is supposed to be an 'ignorant' native, Why does he know? And through what specific channels did you know?
As for whether it was a blank cannon, it just happened to be closed.
Although the probability is not high, Cao Zhe does not deny the possibility.
Cao Zhe thinks this way not out of arrogance, but out of inquiring mind.
"Prophet Bai Wuyou!"
"Okay! I understand!" After saying that, Cao Zhe handed Wanyan Honglie, who was sealed in the broken talisman and tortured by that section of sunlight, to Guo Xiaotian and left it to him to deal with.
Guo Xiaotian took over Wanyan Honglie's soul, and a cruel and ferocious expression appeared on his face that originally seemed kind and honest.
Although he is the father of Guo Juxia in the future, he cannot be the same as Guo Juxia.
Cao Zhe then ignored Qiu Chuji, rolled off his sleeves, checked the direction, and headed towards the capital of Jin Kingdom.
The time is dim and the moon shadow is dark.
The giant bird carrying the mountain peak on its back flew across the sky like a dark cloud.
The divine light flowing past the giant bird illuminated the mountains, rivers and land, and at the same time released its majestic majesty.
Among the mountains on the back of the giant bird, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe is using the sky as a scroll, writing about the world, and constantly swaying his pen.
Every stroke is as heavy as a mountain.
Every word is shining with brilliance.
Behind the man, many divine figures were arranged and flashing.
These gods include false gods, hairy gods, and even real gods who have been enshrined by the imperial court.
In the overlapping divine light, the image of the middle-aged man was also refracted to look particularly tall and mysterious.
"Teacher! The officials want to consecrate the gods in Bianjing. Now you are the only one who can go there to convince the officials to change the place!" An official in a scarlet robe stood under the mountain peak and pointed at the person who was splashing ink. The middle-aged man said.
The middle-aged man ignored it, and the pen and ink in his hand became more hurried.
"Teacher! If the official family really consecrates the gods in Bianjing, then the Yangzhou and Hangzhou families will never sit idly by and ignore it. The three families standing together will inevitably cause the whole world to fall apart."
"I would also like to ask you, Master, to help the world and the people, and come forward to moderate the situation." After the official said, he kowtowed and fell down.
The middle-aged man sighed, but after all, he couldn't continue writing.
He sighed and said: "If you are not in your position, you will not seek to achieve your goals! I have finally retreated. This retreat is an endless distance of thousands of miles."
"Although I have a few Zhengshen and Mao Shen, if I really offend the emperor, destroying mountains and temples is just a matter of time."
"Although the righteous god has his rightful place in heaven and earth, after all, the source of his power comes from the luck entrusted by the court. It is not uncommon for him to lose his position due to the backlash."
In short, the middle-aged man seemed to be talking about two words...self-protection!
The scarlet-robed official understood the tone of the words, and his originally sincere expression gradually became calmer.
"Teacher! What you said back then will always be remembered by students."
"It's the student's fault that I came to bother the teacher this time. I hope the teacher can forgive me."
"Although it's like a mantis' arm acting as a chariot, the student is still willing to give it a try. Even if he doesn't reincarnate after death and becomes a lonely ghost, it's better than the people of this world being caught in the chaos of war and having no peace."
After saying that, the scarlet-robed official was about to leave.
But before he got up, the middle-aged man sent a note over and landed at his feet.
"take it!"
"Show it to the officials!"
"If there is still some room left, then this post is the best I can do for my teacher."
