Since the age of fifteen, Wu Mingxuan has been mining in the mine for two years. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info He came to Hantian Sect to avenge his family, not to do this kind of hard work.

But in today's situation, what choice can he have?

[If the original appearance of the "Demon Giant System" is modified, it may be more appropriate.] 】

Tang Zhu hid in a mine, thinking about how to start a new layout.

Just now, he had already felt the gaze of the will of the Dao Monarch Plane, and knew that it had noticed him. Different from the pan-plane, an independent existence like the will of the Dao Monarch plane has a more acute sense of what is happening on its own territory.

What's more, there is also the existence of a high-level plane protagonist here, if the plane will not react at all, then it will be hell.

According to the Plane Mission Decree, a powerful top-level gold medal like Tang Zhu could not cause too much damage to it when carrying out a plane mission.

If the destruction of the entire mission plane reached a certain level, Tang Zhu might even be hunted down by the Plane Will Federation.

Not to mention that Tang Zhu hadn't entered the guild yet, even if he had become an official member of the Plane Grandpa's Guild, with the looseness of this organization, it would be impossible for Tang Zhu to provide too much protection.

Those who dare to face the Plane Will Federation, and even be able to confront it, are only iron-blooded organizations like the Plane Thieves Guild and the Plane Mercenary Guild, which ask for money and don't want to die.

Tang Zhu, on the other hand, had no idea of destroying the structure of the plane. The first requirement for this guild assessment is that all candidates must actually fight.

And with Tang Zhu's body, which had been cultivated for hundreds of years, unless he encountered a powerful monk of the Scattered Immortal level, he would definitely not be in danger of his life.

All monks below the Mahayana period are like ants in the eyes of the current Tang Zhu.

According to the tacit understanding between the grandfathers and the will of the plane, the will of the plane will generally take the initiative to take on the work of hiding its breath.

And many of Tang Zhu's previous tasks were rated as excellent by the will of various planes, and he left an exclusive mark on his divine soul, so in the face of the will of the plane of advent review, Tang Zhu did not panic.

[Recently, the system has been used too much, and it is time to change the way of thinking. The guild assessment requirement is that you must use the "Demon Giant System", but there is no mandatory requirement for the original version of the system, so there is probably no problem with changing a few less important settings at will, right? 】

[This world is a cultivation plane that has not yet been opened by the system flow. Or at least the system isn't used much in this plane. Then the indigenous protagonist may not be able to understand it quickly and get started immediately. 】

[In this case, I can put on the skin of the system and do the truth of the old man in the ring.] It's just a transfer of the shelter from the ring to the host's sea of consciousness. 】

[Fortunately, when it just came, it was already carefully checked. The level setting of this world is the same as that of most cultivation planes, which adds a bit of a boost to me. 】

Seeing that it was getting dark, the miners were driven to rest in the grass hut, and Wu Mingxuan also left the pit with staggering steps, Tang Zhu's mind moved at this time.

"It's time!"

Wu Mingxuan was lying on a pile of hay, listening to the snoring sound around him, and his numb limbs finally had some warmth.

"Young man, are you willing to be a good person?"

Wu Mingxuan shuddered, and just wanted to scream, but stopped again. He opened his tired eyes and looked around.

[Who is talking?] 】

Wu Mingxuan was silent.

"Wu Mingxuan, seventeen years old, a first-level cultivator of the Cold Heaven Sect who practiced qi......"

Listening to his old bottom being turned out, Wu Mingxuan couldn't keep calm anymore.

"Who are you and who are you?"

He kept his voice as low as he could, lest anyone else hear.

"You don't have to say anything, just say it in your heart, and you can communicate with me."

Wu Mingxuan took a deep breath and pinched his thigh, which barely contained the drowsiness that came from exhaustion.

"Answer me, would you like to be a good person?"

Wu Mingxuan swallowed his saliva, "What if you are willing, what if you are unwilling?" ”

"Mingxuan, don't be clever. Then take a step back and ask, are you a good person? ”

"It's not."

Wu Mingxuan thought about it for a long time, but didn't find what a good person should have in himself, so he answered honestly.

"How is the Cold Heaven Sect?"

"It's bad."

"What is the right way?"

"It's also bad."

"Where's the Demon Gate?"

"Worse."

"When you see a hungry man on the side of the road, will you help him?"

"I can't live yet, why do I want to help him?"

"What if you could have enough to eat?"

"It's no good to help, why help him?"

"And how do you help people?"

"It's good if I'm happy."

"If you and another person are hungry, but have only one bowl of rice, which is enough for one person, whoever eats it will live. What would you do? ”

"That's harder than anyone's fist."

"What if this person is your relative?"

"I don't have any relatives."

"Is it your friend?"

"I don't have any friends."