Contradictory? [No pop-up novel network]

The eight gods of the emperor crown are different, full of thoughts and words, once they really see the martial god, they will suddenly be unable to say it for a while.

Contradictory?

Five thousand years ago, the three martial gods were the heroes who led mankind against the gods, and they were respected by the world. Even as strong as Dalu chasing down the descendants of the Martial God, he had to be secretly and quietly, and he didn't dare to make a trace of publicity.

Five thousand years later, what one of the martial gods did was clearly harming humans. For many years, countless Emperor Wu Zong Wu disappeared in the barbaric five continents, and there were many human emperor dynasties in the past dynasties.

Contradictory?

The king of people silently turned his head and glanced at each other with Wu Qilin. The emperor and the others looked at each other and smiled bitterly one after another, and they could see each other's hesitation, full of suspicion, full of accusations, but they didn't know how to say it for a while.

Although it has long been suspected that the martial god is still alive. But suspicion is suspicion, and seeing it with your own eyes, this shock is like being dropped a big bomb in your heart.

The stormy waves are rushing in his thoughts, and today's Jiuzhou really has a martial god.

One of the three martial gods, there is even one who survived. It's incredible, it's been 5,000 years after all.

A group of nine people sat down cross-legged, but their hearts were in a trance, full of all kinds of complex emotions. Years of speculation have become true today, that kind of taste, that kind of shock, the end is chaotic, and it is a different kind of evocative taste.

Wang Ce didn't want to talk too much, but Song Wushen took the initiative to talk to him, he couldn't pretend to be deaf.

Fortunately, Wang Ce has always had some experience, pretending not to hear it, and saying that he is his own. While looking around, he deliberately sighed: "Wow, what a hidden place."

What Song Wushen said, Wang Ce just didn't hear it, and continued in a series of words: "Lord Xishen, no wonder so many people haven't found you for so many years." ”

Without waiting for Song Wushen to speak, Wang Ce continued to talk about the topic: "Haha, it's too hidden. Hide here, and no one will find it. ”

"Lord Valkyrie, peek-a-boo must be fun. As he spoke, Wang Ce winked at Song Wushen and made an expression of "I understand."

After Wang Ce's three or five consecutive sentences, Song Wushen's attention was diverted, and his voice was flat: "Old man, he has never intentionally hidden, and he is not hiding here. When you see the old man, you are not the first, and you will not be the last. ”

When the martial god said this, he raised his head slightly, and his eyes under the black hair came out, but he had a frank temperament, which made it difficult for people to doubt.

Wang Ce pinched his chin, and it sounded a little unexpected: "Lord Martial God, didn't you hide here on purpose? Deliberately so that people can't find you?"

Wang Ce was full of grievances, and he didn't know whether to say lucky or unlucky, anyway, it was not a good way.

A group of nine people was originally searched according to the route of Xintian Arrow. In fact, if you search like this, you will come to this lake sooner or later. Although there are clues from Emperor Xiaowu, he has not departed from this route.

If the Martial God really didn't deliberately hide, then Wang Ce and his group of nine people would meet him sooner or later.

Hearing this, Di Huang and the others were scethereal: "Dare to ask Song Wushen, could it be that before I waited for the nine people, there were other people here?"

"Naturally. Song Wushen did not move: "Before this, many people passed by, or came to the neighborhood, and they were all invited by the old man to speak one after another. ”

Makino's anger was about to explode, and he slapped heavily on the ground, with an astonishing voice: "Where are those people now?"

The king of people pressed his hand slightly against Muye, signaled to restrain his emotions, and said lightly: "Lord Martial God, we have a lot of questions, I hope Lord Martial God can solve it for us." ”

This Song Wushen is as immobile as a mountain: "Please speak!"

It was so easy, but it caught the eight emperors off guard for a while, and they almost got cold. Wang Ce watched coldly, and said appropriately: "Today's four great human emperors, but it is related to Lord Martial God?"

Song Wushen calmed: "Exactly."

Wang Ce squinted his eyes and suddenly grinned: "The so-called immortal bird, the so-called human emperor, the so-called variety." Let me boldly guess one, could it be that the emperors of all generations were created by the Martial God?"

"It's exactly what the old man did. Song Wushen's face was covered a lot by the long hair that fell, Wang Ce couldn't see the subtlety of this person's face clearly, but he could also see that Song Wushen's face was full of "The old man has never denied ......" nature at this time.

That's right, it's a very natural temperament. It's like the person in front of him, who thinks that the creator of the human emperor is deserved, necessary, and logical.

Wang Ce's just continued words, so that the eight people quickly reacted.

The king of people said coldly: "Lord Martial God, do you know that the four great human emperors will cause a war in the world, and together, how many people of Li are ashamed to be the kings of people, and the first thing to care about is the people." Wang Ce's face was feverish.

For the first time, the cross-legged man in gray really raised his head and looked directly at everyone. The warm light does not have a special oppressive force, but it makes people feel a kind of nourishment and comfort, and he said slowly: "It's a good thing that you are willing to worry about Li Min." ”

The conversation changed: "The old man asked you, there is no emperor, there has been less war in the world." ”

In a concise word, the king of people was speechless. In the era of 100 countries for thousands of years, there were constant wars between each other, and on average, at least one country rose and fell every 100 years. There has never been a shortage of wars.

Song Wushen could question the king of people, but he couldn't scare him. Wang Ce pouted, prospered, the people suffered, died, and the people suffered. Regardless of war or peace, the situation of the Lebanese people will never change much.

War destroys the bodies of the people, and peace destroys the will of the people. The era of the Hundred Kingdoms does not seem to be a good thing, and the era of the human emperor may not be a good thing.

Dictatorship is a bastard, democracy is a bastard. Politics is born with "eggs", which is purely a good relationship between brothers, half a catty and eight taels, and no one can say whom.

"There is no emperor, and there are constant wars in the world. With the human emperor, the war is more familiar with government affairs, so he will not be fooled, and sneered: "In order to unify Jiuzhou, how many Li people will die, and how many warriors will die." If it weren't for Lord Martial God, he wouldn't be afraid of not being able to sleep. ”

Song Martial God was faint, and Emperor Mian sneered and said: "I asked Lord Martial God before, where have all the martial artists who came here for so many years. I don't know if Lord Valkyrie doesn't want to answer, or if he doesn't dare to answer. ”

"More on that later. The stone under the seat of the Song Martial God rotated silently: "The era of the Protoss is indeed the most prosperous era of martial arts. You said that the existence of the human emperor will suppress the martial arts, or there is some truth, the old man Xu is a little negligent. The former sentence is said to the emperor, but the latter sentence is said to Wang Ce.

I don't know anything. I only know that the past is a mirror. Wang Ce smiled, and suddenly said: "Lord Martial God, I suddenly have a guess, maybe the adult can solve it for me?" pouted: "It doesn't matter, I said, you listen to it, just have fun." ”

After a pause, Wang Ce leisurely: "Lord Martial God, you said earlier that you have not moved your nest for four thousand years, but I believe it. Carefully looking at this big hole, he pointed and smiled: "The kid is curious, I don't know that Lord Martial God has captured so many Martial Emperor Wu Sect, is it just to find someone to talk to you?"

An otaku who hasn't communicated with someone for half a year will definitely have a significant decline in social skills. A martial emperor who hasn't communicated with anyone for fifty years, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely change his house, and he will definitely be clumsy in words.

A guy who has lived here for 4,000 years, even if it is a martial god, if he is not constantly communicated with people, he will forget how to speak. But Song Wushen's speech and demeanor were not much hindered, nor were they somewhat abnormal.

Song Wushen raised his eyelids: "The old man said, not to arrest it, but to invite it." ”

Wang Ce scratched his head and said that it didn't matter how the martial god drilled words, was it to catch it?

Whether it is Wang Ce or the Imperial Crown, they are all asking those who have disappeared in the Savage Five Continents! If you want to confirm some of the shady purposes of the Martial God, you must confirm the whereabouts of these people.

Song Wushen, who was cross-legged, moved slightly, as if he smiled: "You are hostile, some words, the old man said, you may not believe it." ”

"Two, please. ”

A small sound, swirling in the cave xué. In the soft light, Wang Ce's nine gods did not move, and immediately turned his eyes to look at a narrow hundred roads to the east.

Under the soft light, an elongated figure was cast out of the hundred paths. The shadow shortened, and then appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Wang Ce jumped up with an arrow step, and jumped forward in surprise: "Uncle! ”

The first person to come out of the hundred paths turned out to be Emperor Xiaowu, he smiled a little, bloomed slightly, and lowered his cold face again: "Why are you here." How did you know I was here. ”

Wang Ce heyed, shy mōmō head: "Guess, guess casually, you won't die anyway." "Since he turned twenty, he rarely did this kind of cute action.

The bright smile suddenly froze for a moment. Wang Ce felt a beast-like aura for no reason, rushing from the hundred paths, extremely oppressive, as if someone had been dragged to the heart.

A slender man, handsome and elegant man strolled out from Baidao, and the first thing that attracted everyone's attention was a pair of slender hands.

The instantaneous reflection of the nails made this slender hand, like the claws of a beast, full of anger and ferocity.

The black sè coat and the man's white skin and delicate facial features form a diametrically opposite contradiction, but it is extremely dazzling, like a black sè whirlpool, which makes it difficult to pull out the eyes.

The man in black has delicate facial features, he should be like a literati playing the piano and playing music with his confidants and friends in the bamboo forest, but he looks like a beast dressed in human skin!

The black-clothed man paused, his eyes were fixed on Wang Ce's face unhurriedly, and for a moment Wang Ce had the feeling of being targeted by a fierce beast: "You are the Heavenly Demon Wang Ce? Wait a while, we will do it, if you don't die, you are the Heavenly Demon." ”

The man in black slowly turned his face, and he turned his face to Ji Qiansu and others, and flowed lù red luǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ 桀骜. A wordless excitement leaped into his eyes.

The man in black raised his hand, and his fingertips slowly swept over Ji Qian's eight people, and he danced with undisguised murderous aura and fighting intent: "My surname is Di, and my name continues!"

"The world calls me, kill the emperor. Kill the murderer, the emperor of Emperor Wu!". ！。