"Eighth Prince, what do you think of this battlefield?"

Zhong Danran stroked his beard, looked indifferently into the distance, and asked about the list of thousands of mountains drinking tea beside him.

"The pavilion master has already calculated, and the victory or defeat is at your heart, so why bother asking me!"

Qianshan glanced at the unique blowing Qianxue tea of the Refining Immortal Pavilion, his eyes were dull, staring at the floor, as if he was thinking about something, but his mouth still subconsciously replied to Zhong Danran's words.

"You know, that's not what I'm asking!"

Zhong Danran changed the topic, and there was something special in the blandness.

"The battlefield is the battlefield, how else can you look at it, either you die or I die! It should be like this, so why bother asking!"

Qianshan was still expressionless, as if everything in the world was not as good as the tea on his lips.

Hearing this, Zhong Danran finally had a hint of intention, sighed slightly, and said:

"Born in the emperor's family, it turns out that they are all so cruel! Is life and death so indifferent to you? Even if it is your own life and death, it is really ruthless and unkind!"

Qianshan put down the teacup in his hand, walked to Zhong Danran's side, and looked at the battlefield not far away with him.

The room where the two of them were located was right at the top of the battlefield, that is, a hut extending down from the second floor of the Immortal Refining Pavilion, which happened to have a panoramic view of all the battlefields, which was an excellent viewing place.

This Eighth Prince is obviously preoccupied, although the shouting and killing below have been in full swing all day long, but when he arrives here, it seems to be a gust of wind blowing in his face, and he can't make any waves at all.

The eighth prince of the Xuanwu Kingdom has not only been on the battlefield for a long time, but has also fought in the power field for many years, and everything he thinks about is a matter of the court, which requires deep foresight and long-term planning.

He looked at the grassland battlefield not far away and sighed:

"You know, my second brother obviously has no ability, he likes to toss, and my fourth brother is an extremely insidious guy, always doing some dangerous things behind his back, and now the entire court is divided into strength by the three of us, if you don't want to die, you still need to resist!"

"You know, the purpose of my coming to you today is not for these things, but over there!"

Zhong Danran pointed to the satisfying territory in the north, and suddenly changed his pleasant face just now, and said coldly:

"Now these barbarians are more powerful than before, but our Xuanwu Kingdom has been in a period of peace, and the children of these families are pampered one by one, and they fight like girls, if they really go to the battlefield, they don't know how to die. And you princes know about the infighting, and that old guy doesn't know if he is a fool of cultivating immortals, and he doesn't care about the government, the whole country is in a mess, and I don't think it's far from being destroyed!"

"Annihilation!"

Qianshan heard the words at a glance, and was a little crying and laughing, and only Zhong Danran dared to call his father an old guy like this, but he also knew that his father's approach could not be said to be wrong, why the Xuanwu Kingdom had been weak for a long time, and was watched by the Vermilion Bird Country and the Lanshan Kingdom on the side, it was not because the Pure Sect behind them had declined, and there was only one master of the Ling Xuan Realm in the country, that is, the dean of the academy.

Not to mention the Vermilion Bird Country with such strength, even a barbarian squad can easily wipe them out.

And his father, that is, the Emperor of the Xuanwu Kingdom, the Thousand Mountains Emperor Tu, has reached the peak of the Gathering Spiral, and he is only one step away from reaching the Lingxu Realm, as long as he can break through, the Xuanwu Kingdom has two Lingxu Realm masters, which is enough to ensure that they will not be easily destroyed.

But once the emperor concentrates on cultivation, the country will naturally become turbulent, the internal prince will seize power, the external barbarian invasion, and the foreign country will wait for the opportunity to invade, internal and external troubles are all intertwined, and a scene of subversion of the country will really occur if the control is not good.

The brows were locked, and there seemed to be a cold ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and it couldn't be stretched out, so he could only helplessly look at the battlefield below.

His eyes suddenly froze, and he saw Xiang Mo in the canyon, and said thoughtfully:

"What the pavilion master said, is it like him?"

Zhong Danran followed the prestige, and just wanted to say something, but the words choked in his neck, and he was silent for a while before he said:

"Originally, I was still very optimistic about him, but who knew that this kid didn't know what was crazy, and he rushed forward in a daze, and now he is surrounded by heavy heaviness, and he will definitely die, it's really in vain that I am so optimistic about him!"

"Not necessarily!"

Qianshan glanced at it as if he had found something interesting, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled:

"Pavilion Master, we might as well make a bet, just bet on whether he can come out alive! If the bet wins, I will consider what you said, and if we lose, then we will stop it, just because we haven't met!"

"This ......"

Zhong Danran hesitated a little, his eyes locked tightly on Xiang Mo's body, looking at this pale young man who had been struggling to support him there, he finally made up his mind and said:

"Good!"

It's just that after agreeing, I still feel a little uneasy in my heart.

The gambling contract between him and the Eighth Prince is not simple, and it is even related to the future fate of the entire Xuanwu Kingdom, and it seems a bit heavy to put such an important matter on a young man, but there is no way to do it.

No matter how strong they are in the Immortal Refining Pavilion, they are just a gathering place for some refiners, they have no soldiers and horses, and they have no rights, they can't affect the world's major affairs, and in the eyes of those forces, they are just lambs to be slaughtered, and they can be ravaged at will.

Zhong Danran didn't want to destroy this treasure land that had been inherited for nearly a thousand years in his own hands, so he had today's deal, hoping not to get the blessing of the Eighth Prince, but to choose a different way to cooperate with him.

This time, he came out from the top for the future development of the Immortal Refining Pavilion, if he could find a glimmer of life in the future turmoil, he would not destroy the Immortal Refining Pavilion.

So what kind of expectations can the teenager in front of him carry?

Zhong Danran was not very sure, but he didn't have any choice, if he just bet on the Refining Immortal Pavilion, Qianshan Glance would obviously not agree, and now he could only fall on this unknown young man.

May the heavens bless him.

Xiang Mo naturally didn't know that there was so much pressure on his body suddenly, but his consciousness suddenly became heavy, not because he couldn't think anymore, but because he thought of more.

Sometimes, it is not necessarily yourself who lives in this shell, but it may be the other side of yourself.

What is the other side of Xiang Mo, whether it is the never-ending killing, or the indomitable courage, or the fight against death.

He has never really understood himself, he only knows that living is living, how can there be so much meaning.

But now, in this canyon battlefield, he needs to face this problem again.

There is an inseparable connection between the body and consciousness, just as the little iron man and his own consciousness are also linked, each with different imprints linked together.

Just like a marionette, the reason why the puppet is so smart is inseparable from the manipulation of the lines.

However, when all this has been permanently left in it with the deepening of the memory, will it last forever like the memory?

Just like now, when I stand high in the sky and look down on the heaven and the earth, I just use my consciousness to look down on the world that already exists under my eyes, the sky is still the sky, the earth is still low, including the iron man who keeps dancing below, they are all projections of the consciousness body.

As they continue to deepen their consciousness on these projections, they will be like pieces of scrap metal, beaten thousands of times by the same hammer in the same posture, and become a fixed new weapon.

The reason why he was able to transcend himself was simply to use the remaining consciousness and bind the inherent consciousness that had been formed into the iron man.

"Perhaps, this is the connection of fate!"

Xiang Mo looked at the iron man, only to feel that the connection between it and himself had become a permanent imprint and imprinted into it.

At this time, the iron man is no longer just the original iron man, but an iron man with some Xiang Mo consciousness, even if it does not need to control itself, it can continue to operate until it dies out by itself.

Like a puppet that is always full of strength, it will continue to run uncontrollably, forever, forever......

The old man in the distance, who had been hiding in the house, could no longer sit still, stood up directly, looked at the canyon, and muttered:

"How is that possible...... How can it be...... It's simply impossible!"

His eyes were red, bloodshot on them, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, not knowing because of the words, but also because of the scene in front of him, it was really amazing.

This young man actually killed all the soldiers in the canyon, leaving no one behind!

At this moment, the canyon has been completely submerged by the iron man, forming a small hill, which completely raises the bottom of the canyon.

These iron men all had no heads, and there was a smooth and translucent plane around their necks, like a mirror, very smooth.

And at the top of this small hill, the young man who countless people thought was certain to die, was still repeating the posture just now, and it seemed that he had fallen into the sword moves that had been repeated countless times.

The children of those families who fought with him in the canyon had already been eliminated, and they and those who had long been eliminated also gathered around to cheer for Xiang Mo, and now they have witnessed this miracle.

"He did it, he really did!"

"Great, I knew he could do it!

"We won, we finally captured the canyon, woo woo ......"

Some people hugged their side excitedly, others had tears in their eyes, their eyes blurred, and some even knelt on the ground, prostrate themselves.

They all gave their best to this battle, and now they have no regrets to see the canyon taken.

Perhaps many years later, when they look back on the battle of the canyon, they still remember vividly the young man's desire to shake the sky and the earth alone, and recapture the place for which they died.