Soon after the celebration banquet ended, the first floor of the city lord's tower was full of messes, the table was full of leftovers, the chairs were twisted and crooked, and some were still on the table, as if a big battle had just taken place.

The immortal cultivators who left the Immortal Sect were all arranged and returned to their residences to rest.

It was not an easy task to come all the way from the Southern Heaven Continent, and after experiencing a big battle during the day, even if it was an immortal cultivator, it would be exhausting.

Everyone left, and the entire city lord tower became quiet.

On the second floor of the city lord's tower, there were only two people left, a majestic man wearing a crown and armor, plus a scholar in cloth.

One is the world-famous Lord of Wanchen, Zhao Fanyin.

One is the city lord of Anseong, the leader of the Chiyun Army, Shui Tengyang.

The two sat opposite each other, only separated by a table, but the sense of distance produced was incomprehensible, as if separated from the mountain of knives and the sea of fire.

Zhao Fanyin opened his mouth and said: "That little white master of yours is a bit interesting, I like it very much, if he can really come under my hands, he will have a bright future." ”

"He has his own way and will not come to you. City Lord Shui Tengyang said.

Zhao Fanyin shook his head slightly. "No, you're wrong, some people can go their own way, some can't, he comes from the far north, his arms are wrapped in bandages and he doesn't want to show people, combined with recent events, his identity is not difficult to guess, he only has two paths, either the way of the ants, hiding and hiding for a lifetime, or the way of Shura, killing a dawn. ”

Shui Tengyang said: "That's his business, he has already made a choice, rejected you, and shouldn't force it anymore." ”

The Lord of Wanchen sighed and looked at the Lord of Anseong, a former comrade-in-arms. "Let's not beat around the bush, what I need is you, Shui Tengyang, since the decisive battle on the White Oak Plain, the Wanchen coalition army has been slumped, defeated all the way, and now it is up to immortal cultivators to hold Huarong City alone. ”

Shui Tengyang said with a smile. "I know, look at those immortal cultivators, and use the etiquette of meeting the human emperor to you. ”

Zhao Fanyin said frankly. "It's just the flattery of people with a heart, my advisers all want me to set myself up as the emperor, saying that more people will join in that way, and there are more and more rumors of changing the dynasty, maybe as they say, there are many people in the entire Northern Wilderness waiting to join Wanchen, but before seeing hope, those people will not act rashly, I know my boundaries, I only have one city now, I need you. ”

Shui Tengyang shook his head when he heard this. "You are hesitating, the name of the Emperor of the People is full of temptation for you, this is different from your original intention, raising troops was originally the King of Qin, and now even you are gradually lost in power. ”

Zhao Fanyin's voice did not fluctuate emotionally. "Speaking of being lost, my subordinates saw Ying Wuji Yi sitting on the golden throne in the middle of the night and laughing wildly. ”

"Your subordinates, that Wu Sheng, the original human emperor guard, don't believe his words too much. The city lord of Ancheng spoke in a frivolous tone, sneering at Wu Sheng's character.

Zhao Fanyin was a little angry. "Don't take me for a fool, we escaped from the imperial capital all up to him, you and I both know that this world has long been full of holes, so we can respond to every call, the two sides are at war, until the death is over, only if we win, can people live a better life." ”

Shui Tengyang said: "At first, I thought so, but then I found out that what we did was just to make the world more chaotic, and the son left his parents to pursue bullshit honor, in fact, it was just to send him to death, and what was even worse was that his wife who stayed at home was raped by soldiers, Tianji, or Wanchen, and how much it costs to fight a war You and I know very well that war will only make ordinary people more tormented." ”

"So we need to end the war quickly. ”

"It's over, even if the war in the Northern Wilderness is over, what about the immortal cultivators? What is their purpose, and what do you promise them?"

A trace of uneasiness flashed in the eyes of Zhao Fanyin, the Lord of Wanchen.

Shui Tengyang suddenly realized. "Spirit Stone Ore Vein! You used the ore vein to win over two great sects of immortal cultivation, how many? ten, still twenty, or half. ”

The Lord of All Moments did not answer.

"All?" Shui Tengyang gasped. "Brother Zhao, I must say, you are playing with fire. ”

The Lord of All Moments frowned and stopped the topic. "Okay, let's not talk about that, I know it in my heart. ”

Shui Tengyang said: "You see what the empire can do with spirit stones, those things can easily kill immortal cultivators! The aftermath of the last immortal war was not settled, so this war was easily provoked, those immortal cultivators never valued the lives of mortals, they only cared about themselves, even if you gave them all the spirit stone mines, they would ask for more, this is called luring wolves into the house." ”

Zhao Fanyin's tone began to be unkind. "Tianji first united with the Blood God Temple, I have no choice but to do it, and now I don't want to think of something unfavorable for my current allies, but you are the one who broke away from Wanchen for the sake of the Heavenly Sword Gate. ”

The city lord of Ancheng said disdainfully: "The impersonal sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect is no different from the Blood God Temple, that's right, I left because of the Heavenly Sword Gate, I know who the real enemy is." ”

The Lord of Wanchen's face was a little unbearable. "Could it be that the lives of tens of thousands of people are not as good as your memories? ”

"Ten thousands, because we've killed more than ten thousand people in the war, but you're right, nothing compares to her. ”

Silence grew invisibly, and Shui Tengyun felt for a moment that the Lord of Ten Thousand Moments would draw the sword at his waist, and he reflexively prepared.

Although he is a top martial artist, he will never be faster than the Lord of Ten Thousand Stars.

Shui Tengyang saw that his old friend and comrade-in-arms' faces were as heavy as iron, and his face changed several times in a row, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword loosened and clenched, and the grip was loose.

"Shui Tengyun, since that's the case, you and the Red Cloud Army will stay in this place forever. The Lord of Ten Thousand Stars said a few words and turned to leave.

"Brother Zhao, there is one more thing. Shui Tengyun called Zhao Fanyin. "We've all done wrong things, but don't make mistakes again and again, immortal cultivators joining will never have good results, just like the third battle of immortals, leaving me with too many mistakes and too many regrets. ”

Zhao Fanyin didn't look back, only a firm voice. "This war has lasted for many years, too long, after the Armageddon of the White Oak Plain, we have been in a slump, because of the technology of the Tianji Empire, as well as the Blood God Temple, and the addition of more third-party forces, the war is slowly out of control, I just hope to end it quickly!!"

Shui Tengyun said: "Chaos, there is no beginning and no end. ”

"Maybe. ”

This was the last sentence that Zhao Fanyin said in Ancheng.

That night, the Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits left Anseong in a rage and rode the night lion.

The next day, the immortal cultivators who left the Immortal Sect also left.

Anseong seems to have returned to its former peace, except for the scorched walls, houses and gates destroyed by siege machines, including the ruins of half of the city, as a reminder that a major battle had just taken place here.

The bodies of the four barbarian giants were placed in the central square for viewing until the potion could not hide the stench emitted, and they were sent away for cremation.

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