When news of this catastrophe of the Fire Tribe reached the main altar of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult, there was an immediate silence.
Everyone felt that the Fire Tribe was so unlucky. If they had directly killed the Shenchu Ghost King, how could they have caused such a big commotion?
No one doubted Zhang Ruochen, and everyone believed that the Shenchu Ghost King was the source of the trouble.
On that day, the leader of the Demon Cult, Shi Qianjue, sent the Holy Master of the Mu family to the Fire Realm to ask if the wedding on the seventh day of the lunar month next month would continue to be held.
Which should be held first, the funeral or the wedding?
The Fire Tribe responded that the date of the wedding would not be changed. On the seventh day of the next month, the Fire Tribe and Mr. Qiu Yu would go to Wuding Mountain in person to marry the little saint.
In Yuan Mansion in the Central Region, Zhang Ruochen met the Death Chan Patriarch and Han Qiu again and asked them about their trip to the Fire Realm.
After listening, Zhang Ruochen's face became more and more solemn and he said: "The strength of the Fire Clan is really terrifying. Five Holy Kings appeared in succession. Even the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect may not have such strength."
"It's a pity that three of them have already died, which can be regarded as a serious loss of vitality."
Han Qiu smiled quizzically, looking quite proud of himself.
The Death Zen Patriarch was sitting motionless next to him, with his eyes closed and no smile on his face.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Ancestor seems to be worried about something?"
"The legendary Fire Lord actually exists. Donor Zhang, the situation is not optimistic." Death Zen Patriarch said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Fire Lord?"
Han Qiu's expression changed and he said, "Could he be the mysterious figure who finally blocked the God War Corpse?"
Death Zen Patriarch nodded and said: "About two hundred years ago, in the Fire Realm, there was an extremely powerful fluctuation of the Holy Dao, sweeping across the entire Southern Territory. At that time, all the Saints in the Southern Territory felt it
Seeing the fluctuation of the holy way, everyone is frightened. All the monks guess that there are people in the fire realm who have cultivated to the realm of the great saint."
"Since then, behind some major events that have occurred in the Southern Territory, there is the shadow of a mysterious existence, which everyone calls the Fire Lord."
Zhang Ruochen had also heard the legend of Fire Lord, but he only thought it was a holy king.
How easy is it to cultivate to the realm of a great sage?
However, Zhang Ruochen also fell silent after hearing the story of the Death Chan Patriarch. After a while, he asked: "Has the Fire Lord reached the realm of the Great Sage?"
The ancestor of Death Zen shook his head and said: "The realm of the Great Sage is too high, and he can be crowned emperor. If he does not reach that realm, it is impossible to see through them."
"Under the Great Sage, no matter how strong he is, he can only withstand a few attacks from the Great Sage. Only the tenth emperor Yan Liren eight hundred years ago, with his powerful body, can fight against the Great Sage for a long time and maintain
Undefeated. As for winning, that is impossible."
"According to the poor monk's guess, the Fire Lord must have reached the level of the Great Sage."
Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air, there was actually a great sage in the Fire Tribe.
You must know that in the Shengming Central Empire, there was only one great sage, Emperor Ming. However, as long as he was in charge, no force dared to be the enemy of the Shengming Central Empire.
The anger of a great saint is enough to destroy a religion and destroy a whole clan.
Not to mention a great sage, even a saint can cause immeasurable casualties to a super powerful force.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Can the God War Corpse fight against the Fire Lord?"
The ancestor of Death Zen said: "God, after all, is dead. Using the God War Corpse to deal with ordinary saints is naturally easy, just like swatting flies to death. But, dealing with the great saint... 叏哏... Do you think a god's corpse
, can you deal with Emperor Ming?"
Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently.
"Of course, with the fighting power of the God War Corpse, it is not difficult to hold off the Fire Lord for an hour or two."
The Death Zen Patriarch opened his eyes and said again: "As we said before, on the seventh day of next month, the poor monk will do his best to block the Fire Lord for you for two hours. From now on, I will no longer owe you. As for that
How to deal with the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect and Shi Qianjue is up to you."
"Okay." Zhang Ruochen agreed.
It was obviously not easy to hold off the Great Sage for two hours. Death Zen Patriarch immediately retreated and began to go all out to help the God War Corpse smelt the Shenchu Ghost King.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and soon it’s the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and there are only the last three days left before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.
All the major forces in the Kunlun Realm sent representatives, holding invitations, to Wuding Mountain, the main altar of the Demon Sect, to prepare to witness the marriage of the No. 1 Ancient Sect in the World and the No. 1 Ancient Clan in the World.
The monks who went to the banquet were all first-class big shots, and they knew very well that there would never be peace on the seventh day of the lunar month.
The gathering of all the saints at Wuding Mountain was more lively than the Jiezi Banquet and the Sword Discussion Conference. At the same time, it gave people a feeling that a storm was coming, and the atmosphere was very strange.
The names of Zhang Ruochen, Qiu Yu, Mu Lingxi, and even Huang Yanchen are spreading more and more loudly.
In the past half month, Zhang Ruochen has been very busy. He has been on the road every day to bring people from the old Shengming tribe into the Qiankun Realm.
On this day, Zhang Ruochen came to the Book Collection County of Linjian Mansion.
In the entire Book Collection County, there are nearly one million members of the old sage tribe gathered together, some of whom are monks and warriors, and many more are ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts.
"Come on, hurry up, why are you waiting so long? His Highness the Crown Prince has important things to do, and his time is very precious. Can you afford to waste it?"
"If you don't leave, I will tie you up and drag you away."
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A burly man who had reached the fish-dragon realm was riding on the back of a savage beast and was scolding a group of civilians who were walking very slowly.
Most of those people were family members of Shengming's old tribe. They turned back step by step, unwilling to leave their hometown where they had grown up.
The big man who had cultivated in the Fish-Dragon Realm jumped off the back of the beast, pushed on the back of a gray-haired old man, and roared: "Look at it, the Qiankun Realm is a hundred times better than here.
Times, why are you reluctant to give up?"
"No matter how good it is, I won't go. Just let me die here, old man. Don't force me again."
"If you leave, you will never come back. My son's bones are still buried in the mountains. Who will burn incense and repair his tomb every year?"
"There are mountains and rivers that I am familiar with here. Even if I am found by the court and killed by them, I will not leave."
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The lifestyle of ordinary people is different from that of cultivators. They do not blindly pursue more powerful power, but live the most simple life. They have special feelings for their hometown and people and are unwilling to give up.
"You ungrateful bastards are nothing but a drag. What's the use of keeping you here?"
The big man who had cultivated in the Fish-Dragon Realm pulled out a four-foot-long sword and slashed at them with one strike.
Recently, apart from traveling, Zhang Ruochen has been practicing with all his strength. It was only today that he saw such a scene and found that not everyone is willing to leave their homeland and go to a strange world.
This scene greatly touched his heart, as if he suddenly realized something.
"Wow——"
Seeing the big man with the Fish-Dragon Realm draw his sword, Zhang Ruochen's figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the group of civilians.
The fish-dragon realm man hurriedly put away his sword, his legs weakened with fear, and he knelt on the ground: "Greetings... meet your highness."
"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince."
The surrounding civilians were extremely frightened and frightened, and many of them fell to their knees.
"No need to salute, please get up quickly."
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen quickly helped the nearest white-haired old man up and said, "Old man, why don't you want to go to the Qiankun Realm?"
The white-haired old man immediately burst into tears and knelt down again, saying: "Your Highness, please let go of my old bones. My son was killed by the court and buried in the mountains. If I leave,
From now on, he will become a lonely ghost!"
Next to him, another old woman also knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen and begged: "Your Highness, we all know that you are doing it for our own good and want us to live in a safer and more prosperous place. But, here is us
Our hometown, our fields, those familiar people, and the memories of our youth.”
"Your Highness, just let us wait here to die. We don't want to leave."
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At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mood was extremely complicated.
No matter how powerful the enemy was, Zhang Ruochen could swing his sword without fear. However, facing the pleadings of a group of old, weak, women and children, he had to ask himself, had he done something wrong?
I think everything I do is good for them.
But have you asked them what they want?
What is the difference between imposing one's will on them and imprisoning them, enslaving them, and torturing them?
The big man who had cultivated in the Fish-Dragon Realm said fearfully: "Your Highness, my subordinates just scared them and didn't dare to actually use the knife on them. There are too many people like them. If you don't scare them, they won't be able to do anything at all."
They will not leave. And they stay in Kunlun Realm, how can the court let them go?"
Zhang Ruochen was a little lost. After a while, he said: "Ask them about their wishes. If they are unwilling to leave, don't force them. I will find other ways to protect them."
After hearing Zhang Ruochen's words, all the ordinary people present cheered.
The white-haired old man knelt on the ground, stared at Zhang Ruochen's back, and said, "Your Highness, will you return to Kunlun Realm in the future?"
Even a fool can see that Crown Prince Shengming will definitely leave Kunlun Realm soon and will most likely never come back again.
After all, the Queen has become a god. Who dares to collide with a god head-on?
Zhang Ruochen trembled, stopped, showed a smile, and said: "Yes, I will, as long as you still live on this land, I will definitely come back to see you. The Kunlun world is not the queen's
Kunlun Realm, but the Kunlun Realm for all of us."
Leaving is just a last resort.
If given a choice, who would be willing to leave their hometown, and who would be willing to leave the place where I was born and raised, and go to a completely unfamiliar world?
It is true that it is difficult to leave one’s homeland.
After all, people are not cold-blooded animals, nor are they stones, nor are they plants. They also have feelings, thoughts, and memories.
Zhang Ruochen thought of his mother, Concubine Lin. He had always kept her by his side, but rarely accompanied her, letting her go to strange places one after another. Was she really happy in her heart?