After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 685 Anger

As for the Pankong Realm in the Vast Sea Territory, it was once the place where those old things were born. After the war, although there were countless casualties, it fell from a big world to a middle world, and the Pankong Realm became a small thousand world. world.

Originally, it's not that they haven't tried to use the people there to cultivate their seeds, but it's a pity that they tried several times, but all ended in failure.

There, even though the monks have forgotten many things in the past, even though most of the monks don't remember the Holy King's Hall, some things in their bones seem to have never been forgotten, which is why he hates that place the most...

How wonderful are the other realms, which monk is not afraid of death?To live well, for cultivating immortals, for proving the Tao and ascending, they give them resources, and they use them for them, isn't that good?
They don't understand the so-called beliefs, the so-called principles, and the so-called persistence.

After looking at the statues in the hall, they didn't want to understand either.

In the entire Floating Life and Ten Thousand Territories, how much worship and belief in the Protoss, and how quickly the faith collapsed when the Protoss perished!

It's just a humble ant!The real master of this world belongs to the Protoss!
"Last time, I don't care how you solved it, but this time, I want that kind of seed to be safe! Do you...understand?"

Several people nodded quickly.

"Your Majesty, although the appearance of the seeds in the Pankong Realm in the Vast Sea Region this time is beyond our expectations, it is not too strange. After all, we have also set up several altars there..."

It's just that they didn't expect that they spent so much manpower and material resources in other places, and racked their brains to set up all kinds of things, but they didn't succeed. On the contrary, the few arrangements in the Pankong Realm were successful...

Is this what you call luck?
Thinking that the original Son of Heaven was also born there, as well as today's newborn seeds, they couldn't help but wonder if there was anything special about that place.

Seemingly understanding the thoughts of several people, the white-robed monk sneered.

"Of course it's special there. Do you think that when those fools and lunatics jumped into the eyes of reincarnation, they really didn't arrange anything? Born as the birthplace of Confucianism and Taoism, back then... geniuses emerged in large numbers, Taoism contended among a hundred schools of thought, the most prosperous period in the fairy world, then I'm not joking..."

"It's just that they are stupid. Saving the world? When the protoss created the world, they didn't try to save the world... They...but they want to rely on their own strength to compete with the entire heaven... If they don't fail, whoever fails ?”

Although the white-robed monk's words were full of disdain, several people could still hear a bit of emotion from his words.

Of course, with emotion, which one of those people back then was not a famous power in the fairy world?

Confucianism, Taoism and Confucianism, Shen Jingshan, Qianyan, the originator of illusion, Luo Jiu, flying fairy of swordsmanship...

"Look... This is the end of being a so-called hero. Even if they want to protect the world they love, so what? Thousands of confessions, who remembers? Who remembers their fear day and night? Who remembers the peaceful fairyland they once longed for? Who remembers the blood that stained the world?"

"No one remembers... After the war, they were the ones who died, but what about the ones who survived? The so-called spiritual flowers are everywhere, and all living beings are happy, but they are deceiving themselves and others. The war is still the same, and it even intensifies. Looting... the places that pass by are like locusts crossing the border, leaving no grass, so how many places have become the land of the dead?"

"They are still indifferent and numb, relatives kill each other, compatriots kill each other... They look at everything indifferently, high-end, but these, I like to hear and see, even happy! The more they are like this, the more happy I am in my heart! It also saves the appearance Those stupid people back then were so stupid! They were so stupid! For these humble ants, they gave up the avenue that they were struggling to pursue, and gave up their own lives! But those disgusting ants still take it for granted... Hehe... "

"Humans, demons, demons...all spirits...born in the world of desire, their desires are the most terrifying, vicious, and most harmful things in the world...however, they are often self-righteous..."

"However, it doesn't matter. Soon all these dirty things will end. As our new seed, he will appear in front of the world with a brand new attitude! The era belonging to the Holy King's Palace will finally come soon!"

"Boom!"

The coercion came to the crowd again, and the corner of Shen Qing's mouth couldn't help but blood overflowed.

They could already see the monks fighting together above the sky.

Yanrong was surrounded by a group of monks, and he was gradually at a disadvantage after a long period of invincibility.

Only relying on the anger in his chest to support him, he kept rushing forward.

He no longer remembered how many monks from the Falling Flame Realm fell into his hands.

It's just that every time one more person is killed, the reluctance, unwillingness, and resentment in his heart... will decrease a little.

Rong Yan's eyes became more bloodshot, but he didn't feel that his emotions and thoughts became more and more sluggish.

However, this point was felt by a group of monks in Pankong Realm.

Several people looked at each other, and the weapons in their hands were waving more quickly.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh sounded again.

Yunyun cut off a few tentacles, and where the jade flute swung, those wounds were also stained with a red light, and it was difficult to heal easily.

The fighting continued for another three days.

So the city is almost at the end of its strength.

And Yanrong was almost forced by all the high-ranking monks to sever the blood-colored silk threads all over his body.

In the Hall of the Holy King, the white-robed friar who had been in a good mood for a few days had not fully enjoyed the joy when he received bad news again.

Looking at the information in the jade slip, he suddenly laughed out of anger.

"My lord... I just said, this Pankong world... how could it be so good to bring me good news! Sure enough! Sure enough! It is indeed the place where those old things were born! After being down for so long, My Holy King Palace, which can still be stirred up, is so violent!"

"My... my lord... us, what are we going to do next?"

The golden-masked monk was a bit miserable, but he was also a good opportunity to set an example!did not think of!
He said, that old thief Yun, how could he be so kind to give him this opportunity!

The golden-masked monk hated him, but at this moment he had to bow his head to please the people above him honestly.

"What should I do? Hehe! I remember that I said a few days ago that there should be no mistakes! It's only been a few days? The seed that I have been thinking about is about to die?"

(End of this chapter)