Chapter 287 The world is a chessboard, where is the starboard (Part 2)
The moment this sigh entered his ears, Thirteenth Lang showed a powerful aura. A pressure from the late stage of Zhan Dao spread out. The waste from the mountain spring flew around and turned into a water dragon, hovering above his head. He opened his eyes and was ready to attack at any time.
, showing the strongest posture, looking solemnly at the place where the sound came from.
Thirteenth Lang was extremely vigilant and said in a deep voice: "Who? This is the territory of Yaowang Valley, my friends don't know about it, right?"
He wanted to use the name of Yaowanggu to scare the other party, but Thirteenth Lang thought wrongly. The laughter became louder and louder. It seemed to come from all directions on the ground, and the source of the sound could not be found at all.
Thirteenth Lang was jealous and shocked. He was able to evade his mental power. At least his strength was not inferior to his. Thinking of what happened to his son and the Impermanence God, he was extremely angry. If it weren't for this voice, everything would develop in the normal direction.
Showing an angry look, Thirteenth Lang roared: "Come out, who is it?"
The laughter stopped suddenly and echoed in the space. The mountain spring was still flowing, and a faint mist emerged, showing signs of boiling.
Boom, boom, boom!
A huge heartbeat sounded, followed by a black shadow slowly condensing on the water. This was not an entity, but a powerful soul projection.
When Thirteenth Lang saw the projection, he knew that he was completely finished. This was not an ability that could be achieved in the Dao-Zhan realm. Only those above the sub-sage level could show their super understanding of time and space.
Soul projection is the ultimate understanding of time and space. Under the control of laws, mental power and vitality are condensed into entities, which can show the master's ability. People in different realms show different strengths. Under normal circumstances, a saint can show 10% of the power.
The strength is strong, but this one is enough to sweep through all the Dao-killing realms, and even masters in the Sub-Saint realm will be vulnerable to a single blow.
Unable to see his face clearly, Thirteenth Lang wanted to see clearly and used his powerful mental power to see through, but sadly found that he could not see through the other party at all, thus confirming that the other party's strength was unfathomable.
"Are you a relative of Jushiro?" The black shadow stepped slightly in the air, came over the waves, and said with a smile.
Thirteenth Lang nodded and said, "He is my son."
The black shadow let out a long ooh, then shook his head and said: "Even though I have experienced many lives and deaths, I never expected that you would send Jushiro to hell. Is Jushiro really your son?"
"Father and son cannibalize each other. This has happened since ancient times. It's really touching to see it alive, isn't it?" The black shadow came to Jujuro and tapped the water dragon lightly, unleashing a powerful force of law.
, causing the water dragon to cry out in agony, and then dissipated. Thirteenth Lang felt weak all over, kneeling on the ground, covering his chest, and looked at the visitor in shock.
The visitor subdued him lightly. Needless to say, it was already a saint's method. Thirteenth Lang smiled bitterly, knowing that he might really die today.
Facing a saint, any struggle is useless.
The black shadow said: "I have met many people, Shiro Shiro, and the Impermanent Divine General. These two people are the ones I value more. But their qualifications are too poor. I think some talents who look good have already been
No. You are good, you have reached the later stage, and you are one step away from reaching the Great Consummation."
Thirteenth Lang said in a low voice: "Senior is a saint, and I will not care about this junior. If there is nothing else, I still have something to do. The law enforcement elder of Yaowang Valley cannot leave his position casually."
The black shadow chuckled and said curiously: "You can't be so naive as to think that you can use the name of Yaowang Valley to oppress me. What a lovely child..."
If someone else said this, Thirteenth Lang would definitely be angry, but the person in front of him was a being in the realm of a saint. He didn't know how old he was. The youngest saint he knew was over ninety years old, so it was completely possible to call him a child.
Thirteenth Lang said solemnly: "I don't know what the relationship between senior and Yaowang Valley is. If you are a friend of Yaowang Valley, I will report it to the owner of the valley, and he will personally receive you."
The black shadow asked: "What if we are not friends?"
Thirteenth Lang was shocked. This sentence confirmed his suspicion. The saint in front of him was against Yaowang Valley. Any master in the saint realm who wanted to embarrass a holy place would make the holy place fly into pieces. This is
A duel at the pinnacle of existence, where lives are ruined and blood is shed.
Thirteenth Lang said in a trembling voice: "This is a matter between the senior and the Valley Master. We are just small people and are not qualified to participate."
Who knew that the black shadow shook his head, looked at the boiling water of the hot spring, and sighed: "I can see that your will is not strong enough. You once doubted your own Valley Master, right?"
Thirteenth Lang's body was shaking wildly, and he said angrily: "I am in absolute awe of the Valley Master like Haotian. Don't talk nonsense. Even if the senior is a saint, you can't think of the junior as unjust."
The black shadow chuckled and said: "You reacted quickly enough, but it has no effect on your inner secret. You are above the Yunhai Strait, and I feel that you are dissatisfied with Haotian. My son died in his hands, Medicine King
The rules of the valley are cruel and unacceptable, so you begin to doubt whether Haotian really exists, and whether Yaowang Valley can really represent Haotian..."
"Stop talking!" Thirteenth Lang's eyes were red and he was on the verge of collapse. He shouted, "My ancestors have been at risk for the Yaowang Valley for generations. My father died in the battle with the Valley of the Spirits. My grandfather was killed by a saint in Xijing City.
Slap him to death with one palm. Now I have a white-haired man and a black-haired man. I have nothing to worry about. If you can, kill me!"
The black shadow calmly looked at the crazy Thirteenth Lang and sighed: "This is not the case in your heart. Why do you deny it? We all know that the root of all this is caused by the dead rules that have been set for thousands of years. For thousands of years
, it’s time for more changes, right?”
Thirteenth Lang said coldly: "I will not betray the Valley Master. My son and my brother betrayed God and the Valley of the Spirits under your temptation. I will never make the same mistake again..."
The shadow smiled and said: "What is betrayal?"
Thirteenth Lang sneered: "I'm not a fool?"
The shadow shrugged and waved his hand, and a scene appeared on the water. It was a very handsome young man, holding a beautiful girl in his arms and sitting on the edge of the cliff watching the newborn sun. When the morning light faded, the world became
At an extremely beautiful moment, suddenly, another man appeared in front of the two of them. He was also young, but his face was full of calm and coldness.
The young man who came out from behind just said a few words and then knocked the woman off the cliff with one palm. He then slapped the woman's partner on the ground and humiliated her to his heart's content.
It was a very simple scene, a very bloody scene, but Thirteenth Lang definitely knew the person in the scene. The girl who fell off the cliff was from outside Yaowang Valley. The one who was beaten to the ground was his son, and the one who took action was...
He is the grandson of the great elder.
Seeing his son's eyes lying on the ground filled with hatred, hiding endless anger and hatred, Thirteenth Lang was shocked. This emotion was so familiar that it would only appear if there was absolute hatred.
But the matter was not over yet. The great elder's grandson destroyed all Shishiro's martial arts, and also kicked him off the cliff, and walked away laughing wildly.
Regardless of the hatred between the great elder's grandson and his own son, when Thirteenth Lang saw his son kneeling on the cliff for three days and three nights, not eating or drinking, with a haggard face like a criminal who had just been released from prison, he felt extremely angry.
.
I see, no wonder my son was completely lost in those days, because the man he loved died, and it was impossible for a useless person to take revenge, not to mention that his opponent was still stronger than him, and his background was the great elder who had huge power in Yaowang Valley.
, the top leader of the Law Enforcement Hall, who controls all law enforcement masters, and Thirteenth Lang is also one of his subordinates.
At the end of the scene, the black shadow said with a smile: "This is the reason for your son's betrayal. He knelt on the cliff, roared to the sky, and hated the world. How can a useless person take revenge? So he was ready to commit suicide, so I saved him and will
His meridians were reconnected and he was able to be a new man. It's just a pity that he didn't take revenge, but died at the hands of his father..."
"Shut up!" Thirteenth Lang said in a cold voice. He was not afraid at all because he was facing a saint. When he was on the verge of collapse, there was nothing important except death. What else could he be afraid of?
The shadow didn't take it seriously, but consoled him: "Things have happened, and there is no turning back. If so, why not look forward?"
Thirteenth Lang sneered: "So you want to use me to do things for you, and be played around by you like my son and brother, do you think it's possible?"
The black shadow was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. As long as the black shadow wanted to, he could slap Thirteenth Lang to death, but he didn't. Instead, he sighed deeply, showing a look of loss, and said: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."
It was unprecedented for a saint to apologize to a mortal. Thirteenth Lang was stunned. He thought that he would die if he collided with the saint, but he got an apology from the other party...
"I apologize for everything that happened. I gave your son hope, but it was destroyed. This was my fault, so I will make it up to you." Black Shadow said.
Thirteenth Lang was despairing and murmured: "What can I make up for? Are you going to resurrect my son?"
The shadow smiled and said: "It's not impossible. If my master is still here, he might resurrect your son, including the girl who fell off the cliff..."
"What?" Thirteenth Lang was extremely shocked. The other party actually said that he and the dead girl could be resurrected. How could this happen? It completely violated the laws of nature. Even the Master of the Medicine King Valley did not dare to say anything about resurrection.
But the black shadow spoke extremely calmly and confidently, as if he had seen what happened. Thirteenth Lang asked: "Can it be resurrected?"
etc!
Thirteenth Lang thought of something else. The master of the black shadow—the master of the saint. Isn’t this joke a bit big? A saint is a top existence in the world, a existence that is superior to mortals, but he still has
Owner……
Knowing Thirteenth Lang's shock, the shadow smiled and said: "Of course, my master is the best in the world. There is nothing he can't do. As long as he comes, your son can be resurrected."
"Who is he..." Thirteenth Lang said tremblingly, as if he had guessed something.
The black shadow sighed, looked at the hot spring, and said quietly: "He is the master of the Five Elements Golden Needle. You may have heard of it."
Boom!
Thirteenth Lang's head was shaken and he almost lost consciousness. He guessed the possibility, but he was still extremely shocked when it was confirmed.
[Fourth update, I don’t know if you guys still want it? Come on, please give me flowers. Please give me flowers.]
