"Xuan Tianji, do you know what is wrong?" Diaphragm

Pan Zhen stared at Xuantian Ji, who was kneeling on the ground, and said.

I don't know!

"The end will know what is wrong."

Xuan Tianji, who had already lowered his head, finally made the most correct choice at present, and the resentment against Pan Zhen in his heart far exceeded the suspense against An Lan.

"If you know your mistake, then let's leave."

Pan Zhen waved his hand and said indifferently: "If you are too rigid, it is easy to break, although your strength has reached, but your heart is far from being able to be competent for the four heavenly protectors."

In the next hundred years, you will pray for the soul of the ancestor in the main courtyard of the Great Sect, and assist the Great Sect to deal with the royal sacrifices and other related matters. Diaphragm

You can take on the position of the Four Heavenly Protectors for the time being, but remember not to step out of the main courtyard of the Great Sect. ”

"Yes."

Xuantian gritted his teeth in anger, knowing that he had temporarily left the power center of the scorching sun.

The official system of Lieyang is a bit similar to that of ancient Shenzhou, but it is very different.

Dazong Zheng was one of the nine kings in the Han Dynasty, mainly responsible for managing the members of the royal family and various sacrifices of the royal family, with a high status and great power.

After arriving in the Yongle Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, the power of sacrifice was transferred to the Ministry of Rites, and the Zongren Mansion existed in name only.

The Great Sect of Lieyang was in charge of the same affairs as the Han Dynasty of Shenzhou, and his status was also very high, but because the members of the Lieyang royal family were too scarce, he was basically an idle job that spent most of his time guarding the tomb. Diaphragm

This is to send out to guard the emperor's mausoleum.

Xuan Tianji picked up the two-bladed trident and turned around without saying a word to leave and headed for the main courtyard of the Great Sect.

The three generations of war gods have been able to draw energy from the dark plane to maintain the daily needs of the gods, although they will also be hungry, but they will never die if they don't go out of the main courtyard for a hundred years.

None of the Lieyang civil and military sympathized with Xuan Tianji.

Pan Zhen laughed again, as if what had happened just now had never happened, and continued to entertain An Lan to visit the Lieyang Palace, and never mentioned the fact that he could not go to the main gate of Nantianmen.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves so much that almost no one cared about the slightest wave.

Styx Galaxy, Academy of Dead Songs. Diaphragm

Karl and Hua Ye sat in the study, observing Xuantian Ji, who was sulking in the Burning Sun Sect Temple through a virtual projection.

"You're just watching the sun?"

Hua Ye was amazed: "The big clock is really awesome, as a high-level god-making civilization, the sun is just a sieve full of holes in front of the big clock." ”

"That's all."

Karl, the god of death, manipulated the big clock and said indifferently: "The computing power of the Heavenly Dao Tower of the Burning Sun is far inferior to the sacred knowledge treasure house of the Merlot Heavenly Court, and at best it is stronger than the battle celestial body.

Even so, if you want to bypass the Heavenly Dao Tower to monitor the scorching sun, you also need to consume a lot of resources to improve your computing power.

If it weren't for Anlan's sudden departure from Earth, I would never have wasted energy on this. "Ahh

"In other words, if you pay more energy, can the big clock do more?"

Hua Ye rubbed his chin, licked his lips obscenely, and asked, "Lend me the big clock to play?" ”

"What are you going to do with the big clock."

Hua Ye closed his eyes, spread his hands in front of his chest, and his ten fingers seemed to be kneading something, and said obscenely: "I'll go and see what those beautiful little angels in Merlot Heavenly Court are doing."

Even if you can't experience it yourself, it's good to have a good time seeing it twice. ”

"The computing power of a big clock can't be wasted on such boring things."

Karl, the god of death, was quite speechless, this Hua Ye is like a male beast in estrus, three sentences are not separated from the second halfway, is that kind of thing really that interesting? Diaphragm

"If you don't borrow it, forget it."

Hua Ye sighed regretfully, feeling more and more that Karl, the god of death, was a heavenly eunuch and a strange person, and he had a good skin for nothing.

Skipping the topic of peeping at Merlot Heavenly Court, Hua Ye looked at Xuan Tianji's back in the virtual projection and said, "He must hate Pan Zhen to death now." ”

"Pan Zhen?

Shouldn't you hate Anlan? Karl frowned.

"I don't understand science, you don't understand human nature."

Hua Ye said with a smile: "He has suffered a setback here with Anlan, and he is naturally very resentful of Anlan, but what he hates the most is definitely Pan Zhen, the top boss." Diaphragm

This is a white-eyed wolf who kills the lord, and Pan Zhen does have some deliberate intentions to welcome An Lan and suppress him. ”

Karl looked at Xuan Tianji's back and fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he asked, "Is there any possibility of recruiting him?" ”

"What are you recruiting him for?"

"Assassinate Pan Zhen." Karl, the god of death, only said four words.

Lieyang and An Lan can only be regarded as lightly bound now, and the reason is that An Lan didn't get the right person. Rena is just the bearer of the scorching sun, but she is not the actual speaker of the scorching sun.

If Pan Zhen dies, the sun will be in chaos, and Rena, who was originally just a mascot, will have to take over all the affairs of the sun in advance and become the main god of the true sun with both power and power.

But Rena doesn't have the experience and management ability of Liang Bing and Yan, and the only thing she can do at that time is to seek An Lan's assistance and let An Lan help manage the affairs of the sun. Diaphragm

This will give An Lan a natural opportunity to seize the power of Lieyang, and with Anlan's strength and ability, it won't take many years to firmly hold Lieyang's power in his hands.

This is what Karl the Grim Reaper wants to do, find something for Anlan to do, and buy himself as much time as possible.

In the face of long-term interests, sacrificing temporary petty profits is completely insignificant. What if you have a scorching sun, I just want the void to come.

Hua Ye couldn't keep up with Carl's brain circuit at all, and depending on the situation, Carl didn't want to explain why he wanted to assassinate Pan Zhen, Hua Ye just thought about it for a while and replied: "If you want him to assassinate Pan Zhen, then you don't need to recruit him at all."

Just give him strength, and if you destroy it in advance, you must first make it crazy, and this kind of unruly person will suddenly gain uncontrollable power, and he will do something crazy. ”

I have a very clear understanding of myself.

Karl thought for a moment, and this is also the reason, manipulating the big clock to take out a stock of Void Engine chips, and implanting some hidden programs in it that can stimulate desire. Diaphragm

Then he crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and used the big clock to contact Xuantianji remotely.

As a high-level god-making civilization that pays attention to tradition, Lieyang has a long history and heritage, and there are dozens of Lieyang Emperors before Rena, Rena's father, and Rena's grandfather Emperor Hongkun.

In the main courtyard of your Lieyang Great Sect, Xuantian Ji knelt in the ancestral hall of the Lieyang Imperial Family, even if he was in front of him the tablets of the previous emperors of the Lieyang Dynasty, he still couldn't calm down in his heart.

The scene a few hours ago kept flashing in Xuan Tianji's mind: he was injured by Cheng Yaowen because of carelessness, he was Anlan in an instant because of carelessness, and he was sent to the imperial tomb under the gaze of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military.

For a thousand years, when did I, Xuantianji, suffer such humiliation?

Pan Zhen, it's all your old thing's fault, if it weren't for your emphasis on the rules of the sun, how could I take the initiative to jump out. I gave everything for the glory of the sun, and you punished me in turn!

Suddenly, there were madmen sharpening their knives at night, and the emperor star was fluttering and high. Diaphragm

From now on, why do you have to spare yourself to kill people.

The unfaithful can be killed! Unfilial people can be killed!

The unkind can be killed! The unrighteous are said to be killed!

Pan Zhen at least accounted for the injustice, at least in Xuan Tianji's opinion.

"Do you crave power?"

Xuan Tianji, who was cursing An Lan and Pan Zhen in his heart, suddenly heard a strange voice in his ears, and was shocked for a while, and then quickly calmed down.

Xuantian Ji was still kneeling on the ground, using dark energy to covertly observe the surrounding movements, and did not find any special movements. Diaphragm

The rest of the main courtyard was still going about their business, and everything was going on as usual, except for the strange voice he heard.

Who is it that can break through the information defense system of the scorching sun and send information to my brain?

"I am Karl, the god of death, a helpful god, and the only god who can help you right now."

At the same time that Karl the Grim Reaper sent this message again, he directly used the big clock to create a "chat room" in the dark plane and sent a chat request to Xuantianji.

While receiving the message, Xuan Tianji used the genetic supercomputer in the god's body to carefully check the chat application of Karl, the god of death, and after being sure that it was not a "telecom fraud", he agreed to the application and divided part of his mind into the "chat room".

"You're Karl, the Grim Reaper?"

Xuantian raised his chin and looked at the cloaked Death God Karl Phantom quite recklessly, feeling a little uncomfortable, and he was not very interested in the aura of death that permeated Carl's body. Diaphragm

"It's me."

At that time, I was very thin.

"What do I get and what do I have to give?"

Xuantian Ji didn't ask you what you were looking for me, everyone is an adult, and now he is privately meeting the main god of the Styx River in the main courtyard of the Great Sect, so he doesn't have time to fix those empty heads.

"Give you what you want most, let you do what you want to do the most." Karl, the god of death, replied inscrutablely.

Why bother you people who are always talking with a grimace, can't you speak clearly?

Xuantian said impatiently: "I want to marry the goddess Rena, I want to be the Prince of the Burning Sun, I want to be the Emperor of the Burning Sun, can you give it to me?" "Ahh

If you can't do it, don't criticize it.

"I came with sincerity and gifts, so why should you turn people away from thousands of miles away?"

Karl of Death smiled: "I can give you what you want, but you need to take it yourself." ”

"What do you mean?" Xuan Tianji asked, anyway, he didn't expect Carl to really give him what he wanted.

"I will give you strength, far beyond Pan Zhen's strength, and even far beyond the power that An Lan has shown today."

Karl, the god of death, bewitched: "I think through today's events, you have understood that in this universe, only power is eternal.

Why did Pan Zhen greet An Lan so much, and why did Rena favor An Lan, an outsider, not because his strength was strong enough? Diaphragm

Strong enough for Pan Zhen to please him, punish you, a loyal minister who has been loyal to the sun for thousands of years.

What if you were the one with such power?

I think you should be able to use your ability to take back everything that belongs to you with your own hands. ”

Everything that belongs to me?

Indeed, that was mine.

I am the most outstanding super soldier in the past thousand years of the scorching sun, rising step by step at the end of the micro, and becoming the four heavenly protectors with my own efforts.

The position of the prince and the position of the general belonged to me in the future. Diaphragm

"So, tell me, Karl, the god of death, at what cost?" Xuan Tianji asked.

There is no price.

As soon as Karl the Grim Reaper wanted to answer like this, he heard Hua Ye beside him remind: "Just say that Pan Zhen is in your way, let him kill Pan Zhen."

Although this kind of person has no brains, he still has some cleverness, and if you don't ask for anything at all, it's like this thing is a joke, and he won't believe it. ”

That's human nature.

Karl, the god of death, understood and said calmly: "I want you to kill Pan Zhen in the shortest possible time after gaining strength and seize the power of Lieyang."

Pan Zhen's decision-making in some aspects will affect my layout, and if I can't change him, then change someone who can make decisions. "Ahh

Xuantian suddenly realized, yes, no wonder Karl, the god of death, chose me alone.

There are not many people who can get close to Pan Zhen without arousing the latter's vigilance, and among the people in this car, only Xuan Tianji is the most likely to be bought.

Yes.

Anyway, I've long since seen that old man unpleasant.

Just out of caution, Xuan Tianji asked again: "What if after I seize power, my decisions are still not in line with your wishes?" ”

"Then wait for the right time to repeat today's story in a few years."

Hehe, I knew it was so. Diaphragm

Caesar Liang once said that great power always comes with risks, such as the stupid card [Electronic Technology Zone] of the card hand, although the attack power of the electronic terminator dragon reached 16,000 points, but it also buried Caesar Liang's victory.

However, Xuan Tianji thought that this price was something he could bear. Isn't it just a loan, isn't it that all the gifts of fate are secretly marked with a price code?

So what?

When the wind is downwind, my destiny is mine, and when the wind is against me, I am not up to heaven, so let's get the strength in hand first.

"I want a god-killing halberd that can kill any god." Xuan Tianji stated his own conditions.

Karl, the god of death, smiled slightly and said, "You want one, and God will give you ten."

I will give you what you want, and I will give you the powerful power that is enough for you to defeat Pan Zhen and An Lan at the same time. "Ahh

"No need, it's enough to have a god-killing halberd."

Xuantian coldly rejected the gift of Karl, the god of death, but his heart was quite moved, and at the same time defeated the power of Pan Zhen and An Lan?

"I took your weapon, and I will send it to you in 12 hours, and I am sure that you will be satisfied with the power I have given you."

Carl hung up the communication with Xuantianji, and once again used the space technology to transfer the Divine Kaisha that day, and used the big clock to replace the space next to him with the space next to Xuantianji.

After getting the weapon of Xuantianji, he called on the computing power and resources of some large clocks to repair and upgrade the two-edged trident.

"The power to defeat Pan Zhen and An Lan at the same time? Unlikely. Hua Ye shook his head, sighing at the fate of Xuantian Ji destined to hit the street.

If An Lan really did it so easily, he and Karl the Grim Reaper would not have calculated so much. Diaphragm

"What I'm talking about has always been today's Anlan." Karl laughed.

Today's Anlan is only using the evol evolution dragon form, although it is strong, it is still within the range of the three generations of war gods, and it is far from reaching the level of the fourth generation.