In a woodland three hundred miles away in the direction of Tongjing, Luo Yang smashed to the ground like a big bird with broken wings.

It's so tired, after a few minutes of continuous operation, I flew so far, and the pure yang energy consumed was simply...

He didn't even bother to calculate, anyway, he came out and used a little.

And the most uncomfortable thing is the blood loss caused by the reluctance to repair the wounds all over the body in order to deceive Zhao Chi.

It's like just now, the wound that burst again because of falling to the ground is really just bursting.

But it's all worth it!

Luo Yang grinned silently, holding up a bloodstained rag in his hand, staring as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.

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In the early morning, everything on the bare surface showed vitality against the blue morning light, but Zhao Chi dragged a tired man into the gate of Tongjing's own manor.

Everything from last night is still vivid.

He still couldn't figure out how the Great Sage had escaped from under his nose, but it was in vain.

Gods, one day I can advance with my own strength, definitely!

Zhao Chi comforted himself in his heart, walked into the study, and walked straight to the innermost bookshelf.

[Analysis of the history of the Holy Spirit].

Zhao Chi took out a dark red leather book from the shelf, sat on a chair and read it carefully.

That's right, he said that he was on his own, but he really didn't want the duck to run away like this.

And the author of this historical analysis of the Holy Spirit is his great-grandfather, and most of the events recorded in it are also personal experiences, so how can you find some useful clues?

"In the year 679 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, the first demon war in the pan-continent began, and the human race was defeated again and again, entering the dark demon period.

In the year 861 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, Hu Youwei, the first ninth-level consummation saint in the history of the human race, nicknamed Hu Sandao, killed the leader of the demon clan in a counterattack, ending the nearly 200-year period of dark demon domination and began to fight against the demon clan.

In the year 945 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, Zhu Huai, the ninth-level sage of the Zhu Annihilation tribe who was only 43 years old, was born out of thin air, defeated all the demons and ascended the throne of the Demon Emperor, and the human race was defeated again.

In the year 1131 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, Song Ren, the first pope of the human race, trapped and killed the last demon emperor Zhu Minghan in the Valley of the Fallen Demons, and the offensive of the demon race was blocked and civil strife began.

In the year 1717 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, the thousand-year-old demon war ended, the demon clan was completely defeated, and the whereabouts of the Duzhu clan were unknown.

In the same year, the Di people signed the 1717 agreement with the human race......"

1717... Whereabouts unknown!

Seeing this, Zhao Chi's eyes narrowed slightly, it is now 2118, and the Zhu Yan clan has disappeared for more than 400 years, why did it suddenly appear?

Could it be ......

With a trace of bad thoughts in his heart, Zhao Chi continued to turn the pages of the book, and after skipping the useless information, he directly found the relevant introduction of the Zhu Yan family.

The whole record was less than 10,000 words, and before five minutes were up, he silently put down the red book, and looked at the wall of the room with a dull gaze, completely unfocused, only faintly revealing a touch of shock in the depths of his pupils.

What is the concept of the ninth level of the whole clan?

You must know that the current Zhutian Sect is only five Holy Venerables, and no matter how few people there are in Zhu Yan's entire clan, there are always dozens, right?

But the demon clan lost!

Zhao Chi was in a cold sweat and rushed out, the water in it was too deep, and the mastermind behind the scenes was definitely not related to the predecessor of this sect as the predecessors in the sect said.

At the beginning, I thought that Qianyun was just lucky, and he was able to get five demon emperor clansmen with nine-rank talents.

Now I want to come......

Whew, plus the six-rank great sage who ran away from Zhu Yan sent over to observe the current situation on the mainland!

Sizzle~ Zhao Chi gasped, 400 years have passed, is the demon clan completely ready for war?

Yes, it has to be clear.

He got up, left Tongjing and flew straight to the Demon Valley.

As a Supreme Elder, he flew above board, so he didn't notice a pair of eyes staring at him.

This guy just came back and left, why did he go?

Luo Yang, who possessed Fang Xiaomei, retracted his gaze, stood behind the window on the second floor of the attic, and touched his chin with a puzzled expression.

After 5 minutes.

Luo Yang, who thought about it for a long time and didn't figure out a clue, simply walked back to the inner room: It doesn't matter where that guy goes, it won't affect the plan anyway!

There are two people sitting in front of the table in the inner room, one of them is needless to say that he is Emperor Han, and the other is actually Luo Yang himself!

"Ahem, I said Luo boy, what do you want to do, can't you give a thorough understanding first?" Emperor Han grabbed the teacup and drank it all, his movements were chic and free, but he still couldn't hide a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Since he came to Tongjing, Luo Yang's every move has been seen and remembered by him, and he has even assumed it countless times, but he can't see what the kid surnamed Luo is going to do.

Why are you not sure, you can be so methodical?

Thinking of the bet between the two, Emperor Han finally couldn't sit still, and he decided to take the initiative.

But Luo Yang was not stupid, he only replied to him with two words, "Look!" and there was no follow-up.

Emperor Han sighed helplessly, and could only sit honestly and watch Luo Yang fiddle with the big pants that already had a taste.

"Go to the filth and keep the truth, Nashi breathes, and the Luo Hall of Breath blends with the filth...... Luo Yang frowned and whispered.

This passage is an explanation of a primary skill in the Luo Shen inheritance, which can be the same as entering the Holy Decision, which makes people confused.

Translated into the vernacular. He meditated in his heart.

But, a minute, two minutes...... No response.

Translated into Mandarin, the lingua franca of the Holy Spirit. Luo Yang did not believe in evil and continued to meditate.

However, as time passed, my mind was still as quiet as ever.

Can I only translate my own information?

Luo Yang was silent for a long time, and finally set his eyes on Emperor Han: "Ask you a question, whether you can answer it or not, that bet will be done!"

Emperor Han was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes rolled, as if he was holding a cup casually and sipping: "Hmm~ Let's listen to it first." ”

Luo Yang nodded, and instructed Luo Yang to find a pen and paper, although it was only a hundred and ten words, but there must be some omissions in describing it with his mouth.

Soon, he copied a copy of it exactly from his memory.

"How?" Luo Yang remained silent on the surface, but his fists under the table were clenched tightly.

"Not how. Emperor Han on the opposite side smiled indifferently, stood up without the slightest fireworks, and pointed to the exercises: "Words are like people, looking at words is looking at people, judging from your writing strokes, it is obvious that your heart is too chaotic." ”

I'm messing with your sister, let you translate not to read words!

Luo Yang grinded his back molars, held down the thought of beating him, and used Zhu Bian to control himself and make a smiling expression: "So, with Brother Zhu's ability, translating such a simple thing is not just like playing?"

"Hmm~" Emperor Han was not moved at all, glanced at Luo Yang, then looked at the exercises, and playfully stretched out his hand and flicked: "Am I really stupid?"