The secret realm of the valley, the murmuring water by the pool, and the chess game is still there.

The scenery is still beautiful, but the atmosphere is unusually solemn.

Next to the chess game, Yun Guogong stood with his hands in his hands, without saying a word. King Dingxuan's son hung in the air, and after a while, he slowly fell, and finally answered.

As soon as this son fell, the plate was full of ink.

He didn't raise his head, and said slowly: "Did you read that right?"

Yun Guo said: "If I don't have old eyes, Qianye should already be the king of heaven." ”

"Are you sure it's the Heavenly King, not the Great King?"

The king of Zhiji next to him sighed: "Kong Gongjian's ability is not as good as us." If he says so, he will not be wrong. ”

"How can this be reasonable!" King Dingxuan suddenly thundered with anger, "Our human race has forged ahead, how many years can it take to produce a heavenly king." How can a heterogeneous bastard be king!?"

He suddenly turned his head, stared at Yun Guogong, and said in a cold voice: "Since you said that he was already the king of heaven, why didn't you try your hand at that time and come back after you were sure?"

Yun Guogong's face faintly flashed with green energy. He is also an important minister of the country, and the entire Confucian family stands behind him, and above the court, even Emperor Hao has to be polite, how many times has he been called for like this?

But this is the Inner World, not the Empire. At this time, you can only enter but not out, and wait for a dead end. Those who entered this dead end came with the ambition to sacrifice their lives for the country. Anyway, it is impossible to escape death left and right, and there are not so many worries about acting.

Yun Guogong immediately replied: "I don't dare. ”

King Dingxuan's eyebrows gradually raised, and he said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about?!"

Before he could finish speaking, King Zhiji interjected: "Shun Xuan, you are upset. ”

King Dingxuan's heart froze, and he slowly suppressed his rising anger, looked at the Finger King, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you." ”

"Even if we have to sacrifice our bodies, we must always use them in the right place to seek more for our human race. Anger at this time is harmful. The Finger Pole King sighed and asked Yun Guogong to step down.

Yun Guogong walked out of a paragraph, Fang sneered, and said to himself: "It's really a great majesty! That person is under the Holy Peak, he has this ability, why don't he go to the door in front of him? Hmph, anyway, my old bones don't plan to get out alive, what else is there to be afraid of." It's just that someone has done everything, but he is not afraid of cutting off his children and grandchildren? I see how future generations will pass the test after a hundred years!"

Although his voice was soft, but in the valley where he was not cultivating to the peak, everyone could hear it clearly.

King Dingxuan's face was pale, and he had a heart attack, but he sat down slowly. After a while, he pointed to the Extreme King and said, "If Shun Xuan and Qianye fight to the death, can the prince promise to protect my descendants when your Qilin'er grows up." I don't dare to ask for too much, just keep the bloodline. ”

The Finger Pole King's face was different, he smiled bitterly, and said: "If Shun Xuan is looking for someone else to fight to the death, I can promise you this matter, but not Qianye." Even if I promised, in the future, when that little guy grows up, he will definitely overturn his promise. ”

"Why is that, because he is your old half descendant?" King Dingxuan was extremely surprised.

The Finger King coughed again and again, and said, "It has nothing to do with my descendants." What's this...... Ahem, it's not enough for outsiders. ”

King Dingxuan was puzzled, but he knew that there must be a secret in it, and it was inconvenient to reveal it. He asked tentatively: "Now that Qianye has become the king of heaven, how should the empire get along with him?

The Finger King shook his head and sighed, "If there is no night pupil, it is better to say." Since there is a night pupil, it is difficult to talk about it. ”

"So what now?"

"Let's wait and see what happens. Exhaustion crossed the Finger King's face.

King Dingxuan was also unthinkable, he couldn't calm down for a while, and said angrily: "This despicable villain! If I knew this, I might as well have killed it with one slap that day!"

The Holy Land was getting busier and busier at this time, and the Artois tribe was constantly arriving. Those who were able to arrive in advance were the elders, giant gods of war, and elite warriors of the Artois tribe. Once this group of people dies in battle, there will be a fault in Artois's inheritance, and perhaps the entire civilization will regress. The fragility and instability of the primitive tribes are particularly evident in Artois.

For three days, Thousand Nights did only one thing, and that was to teach the Artois to enrich and perfect their writing, while at the same time carving the inherited knowledge as much as possible on bone or stone tablets that could be preserved for a long time. Much of the Artois knowledge and heritage are stored in the mother tree, somewhat similar to the ancestral spirits of the werewolves.

In Chiya's opinion, this method is very unreliable. Mother trees are all connected to each other, but there is no means of isolation or protection, and if a certain infectious disease occurs, the mother tree may become extinct overnight. Wouldn't the Artois heritage be gone?

Thousand Nights is just trying to preserve the Artois civilization as much as possible, although it may not be of much use. In Andua's plan, Artois is a tool to consume the mighty of the night. At the same time, the Artois are naturally strong, and they are blessed by the power of the entire world of the Inner World, so Andua made a secret hand as early as when he was guiding the civilization, and led the development of the Artois to the misguided path of the giant god of war.

Otherwise, if they are given tens of thousands of years to develop naturally, a powerful civilization may emerge that is no less powerful than the Council of the Eternal Night.

This is not what Andua wants, the Blackwing King never wants to be a savior, he just wants to be nice to his women, that's all.

What Qianye is doing at the moment can be regarded as a kind of compensation. Because he knew that it would not be long before the entire Artois of the Holy Land would disappear.

The Eternal Night Mighty should have appeared a long time ago, but until now there has been no movement.

The calmer it is, the more dangerous it is. The importance of the Holy Peak to the eternal night is to be achieved, and it shouldn't be delayed for one more day, how can there be such good patience all of a sudden now?

Qianye faintly felt that Eternal Night should be planning something in secret.

Although he is the new Heavenly King, the growth of the original crystal has not been completely stabilized, and every day the war is delayed, the battle situation will be tilted by one point for Qianye.

In this way, Qianye quietly watched the world become more and more fragile.

On the third day, Qianye suddenly remembered a lot of things inexplicably.

From the Yongye garbage dump that year, to being selected by Lin Xitang. In that man, Chiya felt warmth and belonging for the first time. Then there were Yellow Springs, red scorpions, and even being bitten by the blood clan, and then falling back into the mortal world, and living in seclusion in the town of Bianhammer waiting for death. There, he meets the Night Hitomi.

The things that followed were mixed, and there were more and more brothers around him, and he gradually had a sense of belonging. Even if it was the revenge of seizing the crystal back then, after knowing that the object of rescue was Zhao Ruoxi, the hatred in Qianye's chest disappeared.

It seems that all the experiences are just small things, even if it is a big battle, such as the battle of the heavenly ghosts, the battle of the floating land, the adventure of the maelstrom, and even the opening of the door of the world, it is also composed of a series of small battles. Countless small trivial things are piled up together, and they become life.

When Lin Xitang went to the floating land alone and broke the situation with himself, what was his mood?

Is it like he is now, looking back on the past events of his life?

Qianye's heart moved, his eyes raised slightly, and he said slowly: "Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

Suddenly, the wind and clouds moved, as if the heavens and the earth were about to change color.