"You really don't need to know. I'm just an ant. How could I get into your eyes, God King Ningxin? Just kill me. Killing me will only be beneficial to you, God King Ningxin." The thin man in black is very sincere.
With persuasion, he slowly closed his eyes and gave up struggling...
Seeking death?
Is this really a place of despair? Or is it so desperate that even asking for death is a luxury?
"You want to die?"
"I don't know why I am living." He is tired of living for the sake of living, without dignity or pride, and letting others step on his feet. He would rather die...
If Zhang Tianbao, a loser like him, is treated like a dog, why should he live?
He just didn't want to die in the hands of those people, who were not worthy of killing him.
This is the dignity of a master.
"Don't want to live? What does a person like you have that I can do to you? Kill you and dirty my hands." Dongfang Ningxin's expression was cold, and she exuded a faint arrogance that people dare not look at, the power of not being angry, and the aura of a high-ranking person.
A clear view.
With a flick of his sleeves, he stopped looking at the thin man in black and walked towards Yunzhong City...
Fortunately, she thought this man was a real person, but it turned out that he was just a coward, a grown man looking for death and survival. Dongfang Ningxin looked down on him, and she did not disdain to kill such a man.
The group of people continued walking towards Yunzhong City. When Jun Wuliang and Qing Si also passed by the thin man in black, they patted his shoulder with infinite sympathy:
"Brother, I sympathize with you. It's not that easy to die in the hands of Dongfang Ningxin."
Alas, it was a waste of time. I didn't get any useful information from these idiots. At most, I just showed off the identity of the Dark God King.
After walking 100 meters, a thin man in black came from behind, half self-deprecating, half sarcastic voice:
"Ling Zichu, quasi-god king of the Dark Temple, my status was once equal to Ye Feiyang of the Light Temple. God King Ningxin, you can kill me like this..."
"Quasi God King?" Dongfang Ningxin stopped, turned around, looked at Ling Zichu, whose face was pale due to the cold wind, and then pointed at Zhang Tianbao, who was foaming at the mouth in fright: "To this point?"
"Yes, I have fallen to this point. So what if I am a quasi-god king? I am just a dog raised by the Dark Temple. If you get the dark inheritance, I will have no value in existence. I have to do whatever the Dark Temple wants me to do.
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The pride of a master? No matter how strong he is, he was created by the Dark Temple, so he must obey the orders of the Dark Temple. He is not Dongfang Ningxin, and his destiny has never been controlled by himself...
"If it weren't for me, you would be the new Dark God King. Don't you hate me?" If what Ling Zichu said is correct, then...
He should be the alternative Dark God King.
"Hate? There is nothing to hate. My journey to this day is stained with the blood of countless people. I can kill others, why can't I be killed by others? How do you think the quasi-god king of the Dark Temple was trained?
The Dark Temple is different from the Light Temple. Ye Feiyang is a direct disciple of the Founding God and is personally trained by the seven elders of the Light Temple. And I? It took twenty years to fight among ten thousand people. From what I can remember,
From that day on, I kept killing, killing my own companions, so that I could survive...
When finally, only ten people remained among the ten thousand people, news came that the Dark God King had been found, so the ten of us were abandoned. When I was executed by the Dark Temple, Zhang Tianbao took a fancy to me.
Only by asking me to be his bodyguard can I survive..."
Ling Zichu talked about his life in a numb manner, and there was really no hatred in his eyes, because he was numb to everything, living numbly, and killing numbly.
If Wuya is a born killer, then Ling Zichu in front of him is a cold-blooded killing machine that was cultivated. Killing is the main theme of his life.
Such a person is not afraid of death at all, nor is he afraid of death. Looking at his request for death, Dongfang Ningxin made a bold guess: "You have been given medicine."
"Yes, so I can't commit suicide, and the instinct I have had for so many years has made me unconsciously use killing moves when fighting with others. I think that you are the only one in this world who can kill me. And you
If you don't kill me, I will kill you. If you die... the Dark Heritage will be replaced." Ling Zichu raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Dongfang Ningxin...
However, at the moment when the sword was raised, Ling Zichu's whole body twitched in pain, and blood spilled from his seven holes.
"Ah..." Ling Zichu shouted like a wounded beast.
He cannot murder the people in the Dark Temple!
"God King Ningxin, do it, now is the best time to kill me." The thin body curled up into a ball, so conspicuous in this world covered with silver makeup...
Kill? Dongfang Ning shook his head, this person is obviously very useful, killing him would be too wasteful.
The quasi-god-king is no weaker than her, the dark god-king who has not reached the level of a god-king. If he can make Ling Zichu work for him, it can completely make up for her shortcomings of not reaching the level of a god-king.
Dongfang Ningxin asked Xue Tianao's opinion.
She wants to save this man!
Xue Tianao nodded...
Taking out the golden needle from his arms, Dongfang Ningxin jumped slightly and came to the back of Ling Zichu. The golden needle penetrated Ling Zichu's body accurately, and the tail of the needle "buzzed" and trembled, intertwined with Ling Zichu's painful groan...
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At this time, Ling Zichu didn't have the slightest ability to resist. Dongfang Ningxin's mental power penetrated into his mind without any hindrance, and he learned that this man had not lied to him, and was indeed a quasi-god king expert...
"If you stop thinking about killing me, you won't be in such pain. Ling Zichu, remember, if I don't kill you, your life is mine."
With a snap of her fingers, Dongfang Ningxin took back her mental power.
She can be sure that this man did not lie to her, and that is enough...
As for whether he is loyal or not? That is not something she needs to consider. It seems that he cannot have the thought of killing people in the Dark Temple. Once he has this thought, he will be in extreme pain...
"Huh..." With the help of the golden needle, Ling Zichu's pain slowly weakened, and he kept taking deep breaths to adjust his mentality.
Dongfang Ningxin is not something he can kill!
Soon, Ling Zichu felt that the pain weakened...
"Hey, how could it end so soon?" Ling Zichu opened his eyes in disbelief.
Every time, he would suffer for three days and three nights until he fainted. What happened this time...
Feeling the power of the golden needle behind his back, Ling Zichu turned around in disbelief: "Are you an acupuncture master?"
"Understand a little." Dongfang Ningxin saw that the golden needle had been running for a week, took it out, and looked sideways at Zhang Tianbao and his entourage who were kneeling aside.
"From now on, Ling Zichu is my Dongfang Ningxin person. Tell everyone in the Dark Temple that anyone who sees him and calls me Mr. Ling, if I know who is instigating him again, I will destroy his entire clan...Listen
Not yet."
"Yes, yes, God King Ning Xin, my subordinates know about it, so they will pass the news back..." The people in the Dark Temple no longer had the arrogance they had before, and kept kowtowing.
"Go away, don't let me see you again."
"Yes..." Everyone carried Zhang Tianbao down the mountain immediately and prepared to leave, but they were stopped by Ling Zichu: "Wait a minute, leave the Yunzhong City token."
"Yes, yes." He immediately took out a pure black token from Zhang Tianbao's arms, the size of a palm, exuding a simple atmosphere, with a big "cloud" on it.
"God King Ning Xin..." He carefully held it in front of Dongfang Ning Xin, trying his best to please and flatter him.
The Great Elder was left in the hands of God King Ning Xin, and he was still lying half-dead in the temple, waiting for them to find the elixir to save him...
"To Mr. Ling."
"Yes." The person came again and held it in front of Ling Zichu.
Ling Zichu was stunned, and then realized that Dongfang Ningxin did not know the importance of this token, so he explained: "This is the token for entering Yunzhong City. If you enter Yunzhong City without this token, you will be brought in as a medicine slave."
To Zhaohua Mountain.
Zhaohua Mountain is full of elixirs, but there are also many spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts. Those spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts are delicious. Most people cannot buy elixirs when they come to Yunzhong City. They can only pay money and go there once a month.
I pick it myself in Zhaohua Mountain.
Anyone who goes in at this time, no matter how high your Qi cultivation level is, will most likely be used to feed the spirit beasts. These people are called medicine slaves. Only after those spirit beasts are full, Yunzhong City will
Organize your own people to collect herbs, so that the people in Yunzhong City will suffer less casualties."
Dongfang Ningxin nodded: "Take it." She looked like she didn't put the Yunzhong City token in her eyes.
Looking at Dongfang Ningxin's calm expression, Ling Zichu was not sure for a moment whether he was talking too much. Dongfang Ningxin had already known the rules of Yunzhong City, otherwise, she would not have said anything when Zhang Tianbao teased her.
Take action...
Holding the small token, Ling Zichu felt warm in his heart. For many years in the Dark Temple, no one had ever treated him as a human being...
He didn't see the flash of fierceness when Dongfang Ning's heart changed...
Medicine slave.
No wonder Dan Yuanrong entered Yunzhong City so easily, and no wonder Dan Yuanrong and his party were so seriously injured...
"Xue Tianao, this City in the Clouds?" Dongfang Ningxin exchanged glances, and only the two of them understood the meaning.
Xue Tianao's father died in Yunzhong City...
"Destroyed!" The murderous aura and anger on Xue Tianao's body flashed away, but it could not escape the people present.
Jun Wuliang and Qing looked at Dongfang Ningxin with confusion, and then nodded in understanding...
It seems that this Cloud City has done something wrong with Xue Tianao. If there is no accident, this Cloud City will most likely fall out of the clouds...
Ling Zichu was greatly puzzled. What was the sudden murderous intention?
To be cautious, Ling Zichu looked around intently...
Ling Zichu, who has been killing people since the day he was born, is more sensitive to people and dangerous auras than wild beasts. When he found the people at the foot of the mountain, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at him in disbelief.
Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao...
As expected, the strength of these two does not need to be simply measured by infuriating energy...