Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 171 Do you want to truly live? (Please subscribe, please vote, please recommend.)
Just at this moment, Xiao Zizai packed up his things and came out carrying a bloody backpack.

The old Taoist priest and Xiao Zizai looked at each other. His clear and restrained eyes seemed to pierce directly into people's hearts, and directly saw through the murderous intent that Xiao Zizai could not hide in his heart.

Zhang Zhiwei said, "You are the disciple of Master Jiekong, right? You are born with a Shura heart. It will be difficult for Jiekong to save you!"

Then, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Meng Fan again and said, "You even accepted such a person under your command. Aren't you afraid that one day you will be attacked by the sword?"

Meng Fan smiled and said, "It is true that Lao Xiao is a Shura, but killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not killing people. Even a Vajra has angry eyes, and Shura also has compassion."

"Those who died at the hands of Lao Xiao deserved to die."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, looked at the backpack in Xiao Zizai's hand, and asked, "Don't blame me for being nosy. Let me ask you, who is in this bag?"

Meng Fan sneered: "Human?"

"It's just a beast that was slaughtered. It's a beast that bared its teeth at people with wolfish ambitions. It knows small etiquette but no great righteousness. It's particular about small matters but no great virtue. It values ​​small matters but no integrity. It fears power but no virtue. It will be a robber when it's strong and a servile slave when it's weak."

"If this thing is not a beast, then what is it?"

The old Taoist priest immediately understood what the beasts Meng Fan was talking about, and waved his hand, saying disdainfully, "These filthy creatures, I don't have an inch of extra land in Longhu Mountain to bury them. Take them away quickly, Wuliang Tianzun."

The old Taoist priest slaughtered these beasts with his own hands. At that time, the alien world was killing foreign enemies like crazy. Which sect didn't have a blood debt with them?
The only thing that made Meng Fan feel relieved was that so far no one had found out that any of the alien sects had any intersection with the Japanese aliens.

In response to the old Taoist priest's disdain, Meng Fan grinned and said, "Then you are busy, I won't bother you!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zizai followed Meng Fan, picking up the bag and walking away. Blood was all over the place, and the blood fell on the weeds, making them grow more lush.

The subsequent finishing work will be handled by the traceology expert, Clarinet.

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The next morning, the sun rose as usual.

And the game has come to a critical point.

According to the battle table, after defeating Shan Shitong, Zhang Chulan faced Wang Ye. According to Meng Fan's instructions, Zhang Chulan had to do his best in this battle and show some or even all of his strength.

In order to ensure fairness in this game, Meng Fan specifically told Feng Baobao not to touch Wang Ye, that is, not to bury him.

So at this moment, both of them were standing well on the playing field.

Wang Ye put forward the theory about choice. If Zhang Chulan gave up the pursuit of the truth, the fate of many people would change.

But Zhang Chulan laughed and said, "Master Wang, sometimes people's choices are beyond their control. It's like the rolling tide of the times. If it pushes a person forward, he can't stop."

"Tian Gong told me something about you. Feng Hou Qi Men, right? It is indeed incredible, but Feng Hou Qi Men and even the divination of sorcerers actually have limitations."

"That means you can't get away from the so-called heaven!"

Wang Ye frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Chulan pretended to be mysterious and said: "Master Wang, what if one day, divination no longer exists, or, in other words, the inner scene you believe in is false, what will you do?" Wang Ye did not rush to refute Zhang Chulan's words, but lowered his head to ponder the meaning of Zhang Chulan's words, and only heard him say: "If one day divination no longer exists, and the inner scene becomes an illusion, then I believe that all sorcerers will go crazy!"

In fact, Zhang Chulan didn’t understand what he meant by what he said, but Tian Gong asked him to relay these words, so Zhang Chulan could only do as he was told.

Then, Zhang Chulan said this: "What if I tell you that this is true, the sky is not the sky, the inner scene is not the inner scene, I wonder what you would think, Taoist Wang Ye?"

After hearing this, Wang couldn't help but frown. He pinched his fingers and tried to figure out what Zhang Chulan meant.

But Zhang Chulan immediately stopped him: "Master Wang, don't do the divination. Haven't you learned enough from the previous two lessons?"

Wang Ye was shocked when he heard this. At this moment, he felt more and more that Zhang Chulan was covered by a layer of fog and it was becoming increasingly difficult to see him clearly.

It seemed as if my coming to Longhu Mountain was actually part of someone's plan. This was terrifying!

But, the interior scene is not the interior scene, what does this mean?
A sorcerer like Wang Ye undoubtedly has the greatest desire for the truth among all the extraordinary people. This kind of half-revealing and half-hiding speaking is really too confusing.

Warlocks usually do this to ordinary people, but I didn't expect that I would be the one to be tricked today.

Zhang Chulan put his hands in his pockets at this time and said to Wang Ye in a very pretentious tone: "Master Wang, someone asked me to bring you a message. Do you want to know the truth? Do you want to truly live?"

"You'll know if you defeat me!"

Wang Ye's mouth twitched, and he clenched his fists. He slowly forced a smile on his face and said, "Is defeating you enough to tell me the truth? That's so easy. I won't be polite then!"

"Kunzi·Tuheche!"

Wang Ye's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and the earth and rocks under his feet rolled up. In an instant, a rock snake several tens of meters long emerged, standing tall with its head held high.

Then he rushed towards Zhang Chulan.

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Chulan's eyes, and golden light rose from his body, which was like a piece of glazed golden armor that wrapped his body. The armor pieces were connected like golden locks, one after another.

At the same time, golden threads suddenly appeared from Zhang Chulan's ten fingers, as crystal clear as jade and as golden as glass, as if they were extremely agile.

"Golden Light - Strangling!"

The golden threads between the ten fingers condensed in the air and became extremely thin. Each thread became a node and turned into a hinge, binding the rock snake around the waist.

Afterwards, a golden thread appeared in Zhang Chulan's hand, and he pulled it and actually cut off the huge rock snake.

Wang Ye floated down from the top of the rock snake, looking at the huge rocks that kept falling. Their cut surfaces were neat and smooth like a mirror, and he couldn't help but break out in a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

Oh my god, if Zhang Chulan really tied me up, my small body would be cut in half!
As for the golden light emitted by Zhang Chulan, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes could not help but flicker. This kind of power, sharpness, and solidity of the golden light on Zhang Chulan's body were simply impossible according to Zhang Chulan's cultivation level!
Zhang Zhiwei's pupils were covered with a layer of faint blue flame, and he could see the trick of the gold thread in Zhang Chulan's hand by observing it.

It turned out that Zhang Chulan's gold threads, and even the glazed gold armor, were filled with extremely fine and barely detectable golden light.

(End of this chapter)