"Master, do you matter?" Zhou Zheng, who also fell from the sky, supported his body and came to the empty seal monk.

The empty seal monk reluctantly stood up, and instead of answering Zhou Zheng's question, he asked rhetorically, "Are you practicing the Nine Transformations of the Golden Body Technique?" ”

Zhou Zheng did not doubt that he had him, so he nodded naturally, and his simple response made the empty seal monk ecstatic: "My Buddha is merciful!" My Buddha is compassionate! ”

"Master, you ......" Zhou Zheng didn't understand a little, and was about to ask again, but was pulled aside by Wen Siqi.

In the space of several zhang illuminated by the light of Zhou Zheng's natal stars, everyone's five senses have basically returned to normal, and Wen Siqi is naturally one of them.

Wen Siqi's beautiful big eyes were round, still with traces of tears, she was crazy, pulling Zhou Zheng's clothes, crying: "Are you crazy, she is in the realm of supernatural powers, what realm are you, are you crazy?" Just talking was not enough to express her emotions, and after saying a few words, she waved her pink fist and punched Zhou Zheng with a fist.

The warmth of tears and the waving of fists are undoubtedly expressions of concern. Zhou Zheng chewed on the warmth in it, and couldn't help but smile, and even the pain in his body seemed to be reduced a lot.

If it weren't for the diffuse fog of the River Styx, if it weren't for the faint sobbing sound in the wind, Zhou Zheng really hoped that this moment would be forever. But as he often heard the minister say before the crossing - what you want to happen is what you subconsciously admit will not happen. So don't be hopeful, but be down-to-earth and work hard to work overtime, my brothers and sisters, and work overtime for the rise of China's automobile industry!

"I don't know if the minister went to give me flowers later." In an instant, Zhou Zheng's mind was in a trance. When he came back to his senses, Wen Siqi and the Great Monk of the Empty Seal had already quarreled.

"No, I will never allow it, this matter has nothing to do with us!" Wen Siqi's voice was very sharp, it didn't look like she was talking, but more like a wounded female beast, the hatred and sorrow when she was protecting her cubs.

On the other hand, the expression of the empty seal monk was very calm, he looked at Wen Siqi, and then turned his gaze to Zhou Zheng: "Donor, how many people can survive in Jinshui Town tonight depends on you." ”

"Don't listen to him!" Wen Siqi shouted, pulled up Zhou Zheng's sleeve and left: "It's not safe here, let's go quickly!" It's a pity that she didn't pull this pull.

The officers and soldiers who had been fighting soy sauce for a long time on the side also made a noise when they saw this, and the one who led them stepped forward and smiled shyly: "Shaoxia, I am the commander of the garrison of Pingjiang Mansion, and there were many misunderstandings before, and I still hope for Haihan." Tonight's events, judging from the analysis of the professional skills of my professional soldiers, I don't think it is appropriate to stay here for a long time. We should immediately turn back to Pingjiang Mansion and leave everything to the decision of the Futai Lord. ”

Among the military systems of the David Dynasty, the most capable of fighting the professional army that adopted the conscription system, that is, the town soldiers of the feudal division. Like the commander in front of him, he is in charge of a secondary army, a state capital garrison that adopts the military service system, and it is basically a type of mixed eating and waiting for death. Further down is the spontaneously formed Xiangyong in various places, which is even less worth mentioning.

What the commander wants to say, Zhou Zheng is very clear, in fact, it is just four words - the wind is tight. As for what to report to the people of Futai, it is just a pretext.

Zhou Zheng ignored the pus-filled commander, completely ignoring the flattery on the face of the big pie. He frowned, his gaze wandered between Wen Siqi and the Void Seal Monk twice, but finally fell on the Void Seal Monk's face: "Master, please say, if there is something I can do, I will do my best." ”

"The natal star you have formed is a symbol of the great seed of the sun that breaks through all the darkness of the world." The eyes of the empty seal monk flashed: "As long as you are willing to believe, as long as you are firm enough, you can carry all the darkness in the world without being swallowed up by it." ”

"What do you mean......" Zhou Zheng seemed to understand a little.

The Void Seal Monk nodded, and then said, "I think you must have tried, using the Natal Lord Star to directly absorb the aura of heaven and earth. ”

"Yes."

"This time, I want you to absorb the Styx Mist. If you fail, the lives of Goldwater will be wiped out. They are unaware that they are being slaughtered, and even if they are born with a keen sense and occasionally discover the truth, they will not be able to break through the fog blockade. The face of the empty seal monk was very solemn: "The lower the concentration of the Styx mist, the greater the chance that the people will escape. ”

Zhou Zheng nodded solemnly, he fully understood what the empty seal monk said. In the current situation, even if Zhou Zheng succeeded in convincing others to flee for their lives, they would not have the ability to distinguish between the south, east, and west in the fog of the Styx, and finally succeed in escaping.

And if he relies on Zhou Zheng's natal star light to open the way, how many people can he save at one time? When he finishes saving a group of people, and then turns back to save the second batch, how many people will be left in the town? Even if he fights for his life, how many can he save in total? Five hundred, or a thousand? But there were 10,000 people in the whole town!

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Zhou Zheng almost didn't think about it, and agreed in one bite. This is something that can't be helped, he is such a person, and even the demons that break through time and space can't change him in the slightest.

But it is clear that there is one person who will never allow Zhou Zheng to do this.

"I said, you are not allowed to listen to this monk!" Wen Siqi set her eyes on Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zheng avoided her gaze, she then shifted her target, and roared at the empty seal monk: "You say so great, why don't you go yourself?" Your cultivation is much higher than his, why should he go? ”

Accused by a child in front of him, the empty seal was not angry, he explained: "I don't have this ability in the exercises I practice, if I go to absorb the mist of the Styx, I'm afraid I will fall into the devil." And Zhou Shizhu is different from me, he chose the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Formula", and the Great Day Rulai Seed chose him again, which is his fate. ”

"What is your own sacrifice when you ask others to sacrifice?"

At this point, the empty seal monk did not speak again, but tore open his tattered monk's robes, revealing his scarred body. The latest of these was the moment he was wounded by Lady Moonling's Nedan. The violent impact almost shattered the entire chest of the empty seal, which was densely covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and a faint golden light was revealed between the gaps—the empty seal monk used his true qi to forcibly maintain his body and keep himself from falling.

Wen Siqi looked at the shocking scars in front of her, tried several times, and finally didn't speak again, questioning the sacrifice of the empty seal. She shook her head, calming herself down and more sober. She took a few steps forward, walked in front of Zhou Zheng, gently tugged at the hem of Zhou Zheng's clothes, and asked pitifully with puppy-like eyes, "You won't go, will you?" ”

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to look at her, nor did he dare to reply.

"You said before that if there is a next time, you must do something that will make me happy." Wen Siqi burst into tears, every word was so emotional: "I hope you don't care so much now, I want you to go with me, this is the most happy thing for me, are you willing to do it?" ”

This time, Zhou Zheng turned his head, he didn't speak, but the perseverance in his eyes had betrayed him.

"Words don't count, what kind of man are you?" Wen Siqi choked, she shook off the corner of Zhou Zheng's clothes, and shook off Zhou Zheng's outstretched hand. She squatted on the ground, cried aggrievedly, and choked up one after another: "What kind of man are you, you are a trash!" ”